Why did things turn out like this?

Webb, whose face was slightly swollen, was still a little confused, and his pure black pupils were in a dilated form, cautiously looking at someone in the distance. Under www.biquge.info threatening gaze of the other party in return, Webber leaned towards the servant beside him with a headache.

Just an hour earlier, a sudden battle had broken out between them. And now the four of them have sat on the ground in different postures. Sitting opposite each other were the two most energetic men from the previous fight, Skaha and Iskander.

Maybe it's something in common, even though they've just been through a fight, the two can toast each other with ease. On the contrary, as their masters, they look like pine trees in winter - some too straight and stiff.

"Now that we've stopped fighting, it's time to show the grace of a feast, master. Iskandar, who was a little embarrassed, slapped Webb behind him with his hand. At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and his body was not much shorter than that of the boy. Such a height difference made his slapping feel very smooth, and he couldn't help but pat a few more times.

Raising his hand to brush the redness and swelling on his face, Webber couldn't help but complain in his heart, I don't want to be beaten and still be able to sit down and drink and have fun.

And Lan, who seemed to be preoccupied, did not interact with the master and servant. His mind was still recalling what had just happened. The first time I fought with Skaha, and the first time I fought with the Heroic Spirit, I felt like a replay of a video board flowing through my mind.

Skaha's marksmanship is sharp and swift.

This girl, who looks a little thin, has an amazing momentum when she wields two guns. If I had to describe it, Arashi felt that one of his few friends, Kojiro, could describe Skaha very well.

The same continuous attack rhythm, the deadly killing intent hidden under the superb skill. Only when the scarlet tip of the spear touches the enemy's body will the enemy's spirit tremble. Then break away from the girl's excessively gorgeous, dance-like steps and welcome the end of life.

That kind of fighting style must only be described as a 'gorgeous war dance'. It's just that if you want to fight side by side with such a guy, you have to change your style.

Lan rubbed his temples with a headache, and the cooperation between the strong to achieve the effect of 1+1 greater than 2 is undoubtedly much more difficult than that of the weak. Because such a thing as cooperation is inherently the right of the weak.

But Arashi had to admit that in the Holy Grail War that had begun, facing the faceless Heroic Spirits who were still hidden in the darkness, he was undoubtedly the weakling.

The shoulder, which was accurately hit by Iskandar with the back of his sword, was still aching faintly at the moment. In return, Arashi was left with a red and swollen scar on the cheek of his master, the dark-haired teenager.

If there is a real knife in his hand, then his situation at the moment is not too much of a loss. It's a pity that the cheapest in this world is if, because they are not destined to happen.

If you don't use your few hole cards, you can almost expect that the only thing you can rely on to win the Holy Grail battle is Skaha's power.

In the same way, there is naturally no situation where the strong will accommodate the weak to change their style. So this step must and can only be judged by Arashi himself.

"I don't think a place like this can be called a feast. The girl who emphasized the tone of the second half of the paragraph was probably the only one present who was unscathed. Skaha, who raised his head, looked up at the starry sky, put down the beer in his hand, and said regretfully, "The taste is a little worse, and it is not worthy of drinking under the stars and moon tonight." ”

"Hahaha, it's indeed a regrettable banquet. The Conquest King, who felt the same way, held the small wine bottle in his hand, "As compensation, let me entertain you next time." ”

Skaha's eyes narrowed slightly seductively, she seemed to be the kind of physique that blushes when she drinks. But the brighter eyes did not diminish her grace at all, but made her slightly drunk cheeks and eyebrows shine brightly.

This is indeed a blessed woman, and the loving Heaven has inflicted all the good things he can imagine on her. For example, the smell of loneliness that makes you feel dangerous......

"Arashi, you...... What are you doing?" Skaha looked at the Master who approached him, watching as he lifted the half case of beer that lay between her and the Conquest King.

"Returns. Arashi, who had a dark face, turned her head calmly, and the meaning of her gaze was self-evident. This is the wine he bought with the family's preparatory living expenses, and the two stupid heroes who are so unruly that they still have to comment on it, and they are still in the sky?

"How's that going to work? Skaha's red pupils blinked, and his hands wrapped around Arashi's waist, "I'm not happy yet." ”

"How can the host sweep ...... the guest is not satisfied," Iskandar, the king of conquest, shook his head in a sinister manner, and made a critical tone in response to the petty childish spirit that Arashi showed.

"Whoever eats white food, shut up. Lan glared at the other party, he had just experienced a battle in front of him that was more exciting and less thrilling, and he was a little dissatisfied with the process, so he naturally didn't have a good face to entertain this pair of eyeless master and servant.