"Yo, Carl, have you gathered all the information you need?"

Tsukahara Mingshi pretended to greet his friends easily, and in his brisk words, he could vaguely hear a strong and respectful taste. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThat's the humility that the Japanese have engraved in their bones for those who respect them, and that's something that the people of Japan will not change in Japan, which is a society with a high degree of "disparity."

Especially in front of the man in front of him, Carl Winster.

Three years older than himself, he is not only his benefactor, but also his biggest friend.

This is the person who discovered his demonic talent on the streets of Japan.

And in the clock tower, regardless of his background and his identity as a teacher, he is also the one who is willing to talk to him.

There is an old Chinese saying: "A scholar dies for his confidant", and Tsukahara Mingshi thought so.

"Well, let's talk somewhere else. ”

"Ah...... Speaking of which, sorry you were ...... for lunch by those guys."

"It doesn't matter. Compared to that, we have to prepare as soon as possible. ”

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The outcome of the war was predetermined before it began.

This is the phrase that Carl most often puts on his lips.

Although Tsukahara doesn't know who said it, and he feels that this sentence is too idealistic, it must be admitted that this famous sentence can completely summarize the man Carl Winster.

The Winster family is a well-known demon family, the Zhongxing family, which has been inherited for seven generations, and is prosperous, but it was suddenly burned down two years ago. The only survivor is Carl Winster, who now claims to be the master.

By the way, Karl discovers Tsukahara Mingshi's magic talent, and it was also two years ago when he visited the Japanese Mado family to raise funds to rebuild the Winster family, and stumbled upon Tsukahara Mingshi who was a street performer.

Yes, Tsukahara is a magician.

This time, we are talking about magicians in a broad sense, who are good at magic related to playing cards, but in fact, in this era of rapid economic development and the increasing lack of people's spiritual entertainment, magic really cannot be regarded as a thing to eat.

As with all industries, there is a lot of polarization, with a famous magician playing poker who can live a whole year without food and clothing, and a nameless person who performs for a day may not be as good as an old man begging on the street.

Moreover, magic is a [mysterious] meal, and there is always a group of people who are keen to uncover the mysteries of the aftermath of the magic, forcing the magician to have no way out, which makes Tsukahara even more sad.

The one who brought Tsukahara into the world of demons was Carl Winster.

For Tsukahara Mingshi, this man is his benefactor.

Of course, in fact, for Carl, Tsukahara is also a "benefactor", and reviving the Winster family is not a great feat that can be done by one person.

That's a long way off.

As mentioned earlier, Carl is a typical calculating magician. Meticulous, serious and rigorous, slightly stereotyped. But in order to revive his family, he doesn't mind his identity, as a magician who has been passed down for seven generations, he doesn't mind the bloodline of Tsukahara Mingshi, an attitude that is really rare in the clock tower.

At least in Tsukahara Mingshi's cognition, there are only three people who don't value the accumulation of blood.

At this time, the two were sitting in a private room in a hotel at the London airport, handling knives and forks in front of steaks and bread. Carl quickly chopped the well-cooked steak into pieces, shredded the dough and sprinkled it with paprika with the black pepper sauce, which is a very characteristic way of eating.

To be honest, it's embarrassing to watch other people eat.

Especially the person opposite has a rather delicate face, beautiful blonde hair from German origin, always revealing melancholy feelings, and always slightly wrinkled eyebrows, his face is quite like a magazine cover model, but always wrapped in painful melancholy.

That's right, after all, it's a mission to revive the family, so it's strange that Carl can giggle, right?

Tsukahara Mingshi exonerated his friend in his heart.

"Now, Carl, how's the investigation going?"

In order to alleviate the embarrassment of watching dryly, Tsukahara Mingshi raised the core question without words.

It seems that he is not worried that the conversation between the two will be eavesdropped by someone with a heart.

Of course, before he could speak, Karl had painted on the door frame a flood of blue-glowing magic runes, magic tricks that would mask the sound. That way, you don't have to worry about being discovered.

"As I expected, the Holy Grail War should begin. ”

Carl said this, raising his right hand.

Three red traces emerge on it, combining to create a wonderful pattern.

"When was the tattoo done?"

In the face of the stupid speech of the layman of Tsukahara Mingshi, even Carl could only smile bitterly, and when his brows were tightly locked, the corners of his mouth could only hook up a bitter arc.

"It's a mantra. That is, the proof of the Holy Grail War master. Sure enough, as I expected, the Holy Grail did not give up on me, and a person who had a wish that had to be fulfilled and had excellent demonic qualities would not be ignored by the Holy Grail. ”

"Well, I don't understand. Anyway, what do you want me to do?"

Tsukahara Mingshi smiled helplessly, two years is too short for the exploration of magicians, Tsukahara Mingshi did his best just to keep up with the course, where is the time to study a magician ritual that has long been stopped?

Take 10,000 steps back and say, even if he has time, he can know from the attitude of the two students before, who wants to waste his precious time explaining a Holy Grail War that has ended to the students of [Heretical Magician]?

If he hadn't, he would have discovered the strange contradiction in his friend's words.

"I'll say okay first, the next thing is very dangerous for you, you can refuse me......"

"Well, don't care, the soldier dies for his confidant, and I will definitely repay the kindness of the encounter. ”

"What's that? a Japanese proverb?"

"No, Chinese proverb. ”

"Yes, learned. ”

Karl's eyes opened and closed once, and he nodded silently.

This is also the reason why Tsukahara Mingshi was able to be friends with him.

He would have listened very carefully to Tsukahara's words, and if he had made sense, this seventh-generation magician would never have been unreasonable because of the problem of face - if someone else had changed, the last sentence of the conversation just now would have definitely become "It's just to study something useless, why don't you hurry up and read two more magic papers!".

As his aqua blue pupils flickered cleanly again, he had already distracted himself from the topic he had just talked about—while it was not bad to talk about Chinese proverbs, it was clear that there was something more important to do now.

"In a nutshell, the Holy Grail War is a battle in which seven masters summon seven servants to bring out the last group of victors. I need you as my partner in the Holy Grail War. Of course, I don't expect you to do anything for me, the power of the servant depends a lot on the master's magical power. Your task is to reduce my enemies from six to five. The moment the Heroic Spirit is summoned, order him to commit suicide, transfer the remaining two Edict Spells to me, relinquish the power of the Master, and give me absolute superiority - even then, you are in great danger. ”

"Well, that's what I said—but you wouldn't mind if I killed a few Heroes, would you?"

Tsukahara Mingshi smiled quite confidently. As the saying goes, newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and Tsukahara Mingshi, who doesn't know about the Holy Grail War, jokes casually.

"How many?"

Karl couldn't help laughing, stopped his knife and fork, and sat upright, his beautiful eyes reflected the face of Tsukahara Mingshi, and he was a little weak-hearted: "Just rely on your magic of condensing the mirror of ice on the lawn and concentrating the sun's rays to gather heat to burn people's woolen sweaters?"

Carl is talking about the fact that Tsukahara Mingshi burned the woolen sweater of the elite students before.

It wasn't a powerful fire-type magic at all, but an "ice-type" magic that looked the exact opposite of the flames.

The mystery is the "divination" in Tsukahara's mouth at the beginning, the playing card that was thrown by him, under his technique, spun several times in the air, and landed accurately on the lawn, forming an excellent angle. Immediately after that, the magic attached to the playing cards was activated, and the cards that were bent down cleverly turned into a light collecting mirror, focusing the hearty afternoon sun on a point of the cardigan.

That's what Tsukahara Meishi is best at. It combines magic and magic techniques that are understood by the outside world. Tossing the poker and then landing it in a fixed position according to one's own mind is a technique that is impossible to learn without two or three years. Combining magic and magic, this is Tsukahara Mingshi's special way of fighting.

This kind of "magic use" is probably only available to EBNER students.

Albernar perfectly inherited the theory of Ermelo II: "The level of a magician is not measured by the accumulation of blood, but by the experience of battle". Although now Ermelo II himself no longer mentions this point of view.

The ability to use experience and science to pursue efficient combat without being confined to magic itself, is the characteristic of Ebner's magicians.

"Well, you saw it?"

The Japanese magician smiled awkwardly, his face full of stiff smiles that had been said to be broken.

"It's in the style of Mr. Ebner, but not strong enough. Anyway, come on. I'm happy if you can do it. I must have the Holy Grail to revive the Winster family. ”

As he spoke, a hint of cruelty flashed in Karl's eyes, and he coughed lightly, making his already serious face even more solemn, almost to the extent that he could go directly to the Congress to deliver an obituary: "For this reason, I will not spare my hand." If you don't do what I say...... I will treat you like an outcast when necessary. ”

"Hawkers, here you again, you tsundere~ You say so, you must actually care about me~ You definitely won't do that. Don't look at me like this, help you collect intelligence, attract firepower or something, you can still do it. I'll run away if I need to. ”

Tsukahara Mingshi has never experienced the battle of a magician, and naturally, he understands the battle of a magician as some large-scale variety show, where everyone giggles and laughs to compete for the championship, which is really not good, just abstain.

And...... In Tsukahara Mingshi's heart, he also has a good slap on those guys who want to pout their noses to the sky, and chase and beat them with their immature demon ways, how pleasant is it? As for life and death...... Haven't you said that before?

Death for a confidant.

This is the attitude of Tsukahara Meishi.

This attitude is why Carl values Tsukahara so much, and it is also the reason why he met Tsukahara on the street and eventually became a close friend. It was also the reason for Karl's headache now, and with a sigh, the German magician took a book from his arms and handed it to him.

"What is this?"

The heavy weight was pressed on Tsukahara Mingshi's hand, and he flipped a few pages casually, but there was not a single picture...... It's all full of English, and this rookie magician who has only a middle and lower level of high school English has a big head for a while.

"Information from previous Holy Grail Wars. You pay attention to study, I have marked the areas that need you to focus on. If you have to fight, you should at least understand how the underdog magicians of the past fought. ”

"Weakling...... You're really ruthless...... Anyway, why do you have this? Do you already know ......?"

"Of course, with your temper, you're going to say something to help me, right? ”

There was an awkward taste in Karl's words, and Tsukahara Mingshi laughed: Although he said that he didn't want to fight, but seeing that he even found the information, he obviously hoped that he could help him!

Tsukahara knows best, the pain of being isolated.

In the crowded streets, there is no one around who is willing to stop, that sad state of mind...... Carl is also, as a member of the destroyed Winster family, almost every magic family is watching him, and no one is willing to lend a helping hand to him until he is confirmed to be worthy.

Back then, when Tsukahara Mingshi was at his most depressed, it was Carl who pulled him.

Now, Carl needs someone to help him revive the family together, and Tsukahara will naturally not back down.

He patted Carl on the shoulder hard: "Really, I said don't be so arrogant! Tsundere ruined his life." Anyway, let me see ......"

Tsukahara quickly rummaged through it, and soon, he found the first folded page.

A name is haphazardly circled with a red pen on it, and the words "special attention" are written in Japanese very thoughtfully next to it.

Tsukahara couldn't help but stop his eyes and read this information carefully.

"Emiya...... Kiritsu?"