The summoning was successful, and it can be said that it was handy.

At the same time as the miracle came, the information of the abilities of the summoned Heroic Spirit also flowed into Webb's consciousness. The job title is Rider, and his attributes have increased slightly compared to ten years ago, witnessing his growth.

Immediately after, a huge figure slowly stood up from the white smoke summoning formation.

The gaze is sharp, burning like a torch. The muscles on his body are more solid than those of heavyweight bodybuilding champions, exuding an indescribable sense of wildness and oppression.

Even though Weber has grown from less than 1.6 meters back then to a tall man who is four centimeters taller than Mr. Zhuge who is eight feet long, he still looks very small compared to the man in front of him - both horizontally and vertically.

His beard was so thick that he enveloped the entire contours of his face, and he wore a cloak of the same material as the holy relic placed beside him.

"Oh, I'm glad to be able to attract this king. The conqueror Iskandar will open the way for you! The king asks you, are you the lord of the king?"

His voice was so heavy and loud that even the earth trembled, and he was still immersed in the ceremony of summoning the Heroic Spirit, and the young girls involuntarily covered their ears.

Webber didn't react, staring blankly at the giant man who walked out of the summoner, and a voice kept echoing in his heart.

I saw him again, and I finally saw him again.

The Achaemenid dynasty that annihilated the Persian empire and founded a nation from Greece to northwestern India, the conquering king of the world's first vast empire, the king to whom he was loyal.

"The king asks you, are you the king's lord?"

The thunderous voice sounded again, and the conquering king, who had not waited for a response, asked a second question. It was no different from the first question, but the joy on Webb's face disappeared.

The calling was successful, but his purpose was not accomplished.

Walking and catching chickens before, self-tossing is not only a commemoration of the first encounter ten years ago, but also a layer of fantasy hidden deep in his heart - he hopes to strengthen the bond between the two in this way, so that Iskandar can remember him.

It's a pity that although the rules set by the Great Holy Grail are not absolute, they can't be broken in this simple way, and the servant in front of him is just a familiar stranger after all.

"Hmm...... Could it be that the lord this time is a sluggish fool?"

The second time there was no response, Iskandar pinched his chin with two fingers, his face showing obvious confusion.

"Listen, young man, the most important thing in war is speed, sluggishness is a taboo, you are the lord of this conquering king, and you will accompany me to conquer the world. ”

Weber did not react to this remark, but the other expressed obvious displeasure.

"Ahh ”

"Huh? This voice ......."

Hearing the complaints coming from behind him, Iskandar's expression became even more eerie. Turning his head, the weirdness suddenly turned into a surprise.

"It's really you!! thank the gods, it's so good, so lucky, ahhhhh ”

As he spoke, he laughed loudly, and the rugged king walked towards the female warrior in modern attire, her eyes, eyebrows, and the corners of her mouth curved, making everyone feel that heartfelt joy.

"Are you dressed in modern clothes? It feels good, this king should also change into a suit, after all, he is going to conquer this world, let us once again trample the world with iron hooves!! half of my body, no, my sister. ”

Iskandar treats Hephaestion like a brother, and there is nothing to make a fuss about treating Hephaestion's sister as his own.

"Don't talk to yourself, you war maniac!"

For Iskander's joy and invitation, Faker did not appreciate it, and directly slapped Iskandar's outstretched big hand.

"Finally came to this world and got a second life, do you still want to start a war?"

"That's rightfully so. The King of Conquest, who was treated rudely by his subordinates, was not angry, and said with a smile, "The world is so vast, it is the stage that belongs to the overlord...... Well, you should get a map to determine where you are and where Macedonia is. Then he conquered the countries along the way, and in this way he returned to Macedonia in triumph, so that the people of his homeland could celebrate the rebirth of this king - ah, why kick me. ”

The more Iskandar spoke, the more energetic he became, and Faker, who couldn't stand it, gave him a direct kick, finally interrupting his excitement.

"Because if you don't, you war maniac, you can't stop, you've always been like this...... When it comes to war, it's gone. I should have found out sooner, so maybe it wouldn't have turned out like that?"

Faker's mood became a little low. Before leaving for Fuyuki, she spent most of her time in Webber's small library in his office, where he had collected various books on Macedonia. She watched a lot and thought a lot.

"Uh, what's going on, that, that? "Iskander, who had just been summoned and had lost the memory of the last summoning, naturally didn't know Faker's thoughts.

"If you don't let me say it, I will say it. ”

Faker snorted coldly, it was for this moment that she chose to accept the new contract to continue to stay in the present world, to stay by the side of the man he was not used to. She had to figure it out, she had to hear the answer from him!

"O king, O my king. ”

She shouted and questioned.

"Why are you pursuing this kind of place? Why didn't you give up this kind of thing? Why can't you let go of it when you know it's just a dream?"

Loud roars, loud rebukes.

"Why do you forgive those idiots? Why are you willing to accept those guys who ruined everything and ruined your life? Why are you willing to hook up with those idiots when you know the end? Who qualifies those idiots to continue to follow you. ”

The voice grew higher and higher, more and more poignant, and finally there was a little more crying - she had the soul of a warrior and had an iron will, and only the collapse of life and faith would make him so emotional.

"Why is there a 'King's Army', don't you hate those fools at all?"

As spectacular as Iskandar's trump card boasted, so was the anger in Faker's heart.

Incomprehensible, incomprehensible. As the king's shadow warrior, she should be the one who knows the king best, but she really doesn't understand why this happened.

"Answer me, Iskander!"

PS: In ancient China, the length of eight feet was 184cm.