"No, I'm here for personal reasons only. What's more, now that I've got it fixed, you don't have to worry about mine. As he turned his head to look at Webb, his gaze naturally swept over the palm prints on Zelrich's face and the bag on his head, and Emiya Shirou's heart was relieved.

"What are you kidding?" However, on the contrary, Zelrich, who was beaten by him, had an expression on his face as if he had eaten a bitter melon. I saw him wave his hand to Weber, and at the same time scolded with a helpless smile, "You guy, obviously it's a long goodbye, but as soon as we meet, you smashed my head with a mace, if I hadn't reacted quickly and threw a handful of gems on my head at the last moment, maybe even my consciousness would have been knocked away, right?" After that, he chased my head and knocked me on the head for thirty minutes or something, you don't have a problem with your head, right?"

"You're too damn uncle to ask me?" Seeing Zelrich posing as an innocent victim, Emiya Shirou couldn't help but hate it again, "I don't care about other people, but thanks to you always talking nonsense outside, now even my friends think I'm the kind of ** who plays with female feelings and is super flowery!" How are you going to compensate me? Don't tell me that the "old man who eats in the tower of the timepiece" is not you!"

"Oh, so you're talking about that" Hearing Emiya Shirou say this, after thinking for a while, Zelrich finally clapped his hands in a sudden realization, and at the same time threw a stack of text to Emiya Shirou, "What's wrong?" Didn't you tell your friend that you were the Fourth Magician?"

Do you want me to say, "Yes!" Am I what you call a **?"

While speaking, his hands are not slow at all.

took the text that Zelrich threw over, Emiya Shirou put on a pair of glasses without a degree, and then dragged a delicate small coffee table from the side to put the text on it, and finally took out a pen from the pocket of his clothes and carefully reviewed it, "Moreover, when it comes to these ** topics, even if I want to clarify, others will only think that I am covering up, right?" What else do you think I can do other than call out the perpetrator with a mace? Or should I say that, I didn't take out the gems and explosives and bomb this place, I'm already merciful!"

"Calm, calm. It's useless for you to blow up my old bones to charred black, I advise you to obediently think of a solution. ”

Seeing Emiya Shirou's look of hatred, this time, it was Zelrich's turn to gloat.

But seeing that he leisurely took out a pipe from the drawer next to him, and then slowly lit it in front of Emiya Shirou, "Having said that, if you think about it carefully, this matter is not a big deal. Is it really necessary to exaggerate like that?"

"You're not a party, of course you don't think it's a big deal, but I'm worried about my life! Bastard!"

Seeing Zelrich's gloating face, he couldn't help but feel that the slap just now was too light, and Emiya Shirou instantly projected a frying pan, and then smashed it straight into Zelrich's face.

"Fortunately, this time I heard the rumors that it was just two big Lori, and they were not lethal after all. But if it's Sister Aoko or Sister Elquit who hears the rumors, guess what will happen?"

"You're probably going to have your bones removed, right?" With a sunny smile, he took down the pan from the front door, and Zelrich replied with a smile.

"If only you knew! Anyway, the last time I called Sister Orange, she seemed to be a little slurred, could it be that Sister Aoko already knew about this rumor? Damn, I really should fight you now! Come on!!"

Touched to the sore spot by Zelrich's smile, he slapped the table while not forgetting to help Wen Jiàn stamp it. Emiya Shirou threw the approved essay at Weber, and then pulled his sleeve, and was about to rush forward and teach a certain uncle a lesson with an iron fist.

"Your Excellency the Fourth Magician, please calm down!" Seeing that Emiya Shirou doesn't look like he's joking, he doesn't care about men and women (?) It's suspicious. After taking Wen Jiàn with one hand, Webber hurriedly rushed up and hugged Emiya Shirou desperately, "Your so-called swallowing and spitting may just be your illusion, and the fifth magic envoy may not really hear your rumors." And more importantly, this uncle has been in arrears for half a month! If this continues, I'm afraid that there will be a commotion among the heads of the magic families in the association! Please hold your hand high, and at least wait until this uncle finishes his work before sending him to the hospital!"

"Hey, what the hell are you helping out on?"

"To be precise, I'm on the side of the people who get the job done on time." With unusual resentment, Webber, who was holding the waist of Emiya Shirou with one hand, glared fiercely at his boss Zelrich, "Your Excellency the Second Magician, please don't always ask for leave with the reasons of "your girlfriend has a stomachache so you want to take care of her" and "your girlfriend is in a bad mood so you want to make her happy". During this time, you have taken nearly ten times as many vacations as before, and fifty percent of the work you owe is handled by me with the cheekiness of asking the fourth and fifth magicians to deal with it obligatorily, please learn from them!"

"No, there is no way, who calls me uncle, I have neither talent nor attractiveness? The girlfriend's business has to be done step by step. As he spoke, Zelrich stroked his beard, "Then why am I the only one of the three magicians who want to handle business?" That's unfair, isn't it? It's just abuse of the elderly! I think it's time to redefine the scope of work and set the boundaries of retirement age. I'm going to protest against unfair treatment!"

"Well deserved. Who told you to promise the President of the Tower to share the affairs of the tower when you first joined the Tower? Wouldn't it be nice to have a volunteer job like me and Sister Aoko? Anyway, it's not a big deal now, and whoever handles the paperwork is the same, right? Besides, unlike civilian personnel, the workload of routine work is much less than that of the latter. If you're willing to work hard, three hours a day is enough, right? Don't sigh here, I won't sympathize with you. ”

Emiya Shirou patted Webber on the shoulder, signaling to grant his request.

After the other party let go, Emiya Shirou sat back on the sofa, glared at Zelrich, who didn't forget to throw Wen Jiàn over even though he was sobbing and sloppy, and said, "I declare that I will only help solve things when the association encounters them, and please handle the paperwork or something by yourself." If it's really troublesome, take a disciple seriously. When the other person grows up, you will officially retire. ”

"Do you think I don't want to take in disciples? I can't help it if the talent isn't suitable," Zelridge smacked his mouth, "Otherwise." You can recommend a few candidates for me, otherwise, you will simply inherit the second law, right? Anyway, in terms of your talent, mastering the second method is just a process of "things are done by people". ”

"No kidding, if I have the names of the second and fourth mages on my shoulders at the same time, I'll have to deal with ten heads at that time. It's better not to look for me when it comes to inheriting the mantle. While reading the text, a note was projected. Emiya Shirou wrote three words on the note, and then threw it at Zelridge without raising his head.

"Oh? This is" took the note from Emiya Shirou who refused, and Zelrich's eyes suddenly lit up, "Do you think this baby has enough talent?"

"It's not enough, it's more than enough." Signing the text on the last sheet, Emiya Shirou slowly stood up, "I have already given you the name, you can do the rest yourself, but let's say it first, within two years, you don't go to her first." Wait until something is done, and then take your time."