"Master, are you okay?" The silver-white sword shimmered brightly, a great contrast to the chains in Narumbalek's hand, and fended off the oncoming attack, and the blonde-haired saintess stood in front of Emiya Shirou.

Quickly glancing at Emiya Shirou, his gaze resting on his bleeding abdomen, Joan of Arc asked Emiya Shirou in a worried tone.

"I'm fine, but why did you get here, sister?" Dispersing the method of time gathered in his hand, Emiya Shirou first shook his head lightly at Joan of Arc, and then looked at the frightened Templar Church over there and smiled bitterly in his heart.

Now that Joan of Arc has arrived at the scene, on the premise that he and Narubalek have the same remaining combat power, and the balance of strength has tilted in favor of his side, then the worst-case scenario can be avoided.

However, although there is no need to expose the law of time, however, on the other hand, the secrecy of Joan of Arc's identity is a bit suspenseful, and if you want to describe it, you jump from a fire pit to another fire pit, and it is a dead end before and after

Reminiscent of the frenzied onlookers when I first arrived in France

After the Templar Church knew that they had abducted (contracted) their holy daughter, they were afraid that they would never have peace

When he came to the church, he met the chief queen of the burial agency and injured himself, and even he thought that if his mental quality was worse, he might have to be hospitalized with a heart attack right now

"Impossible, this impossible !!!" Far beyond the surprise of seeing Emiya Shirou wearing the Holy Cloth and Narubalek being wounded, the reason that had just been proud had disappeared without a trace, and he couldn't even say a complete sentence, and the blond man trembled and pointed his finger at Joan of Arc, "Dazzling blonde hair, blue cloak, half-body armor made of sterling silver, and this holy breath is not wrong, it is exactly the same as in the portrait!!"

"Really! This guy has an old problem. The surprise in his heart was not much inferior to that of the blonde man, but without the other party's expression of being on the verge of a nervous breakdown, Narubalek just cut impatiently.

Unlike Father Dawn, who was at a loss and didn't know what was going on, Narubalek, who was also a high-ranking member of the Templar Church, was no worse than a blonde man, and she naturally recognized the blonde female knight in front of her, just like a portrait of a saint hanging in the church's secret database.

It's just that surprise is surprise, the size of Narubalek's reaction is far from that of a blonde man.

Although they are both members of the Templar Church, they belong to completely different organizations. As Narubalek said, the burial institution she was in was a powerful organization, and all that was asked was whether the members had the strength to eradicate heresy, and that faith and personality were all secondary. On the contrary, the Eighth Secret Relics Society, to which the blonde man belongs, was originally an institution that was stored for the purpose of recovering the relics, and with the fact that there are not many undiscovered relics left, it may not be possible to continue to excavate the relics even if there is a little less faith.

If it is said that the concentration of the deranged people in the burial institution, then the Eighth Secret Society is the concentration of religious fanatics, especially the current president of the Eighth Secret Society, who is a man who is keen to search for holy relics three hundred and sixty-five days a year, and because of his extraordinary fanaticism, he is even called the most competent president in the past.

Then, it is not incomprehensible that there will be such a big gap between the reactions of Narubalek and the blonde man.

"Although she was blocked by the barrier, she was still aware of the fluctuations in the battle here by Orange. She gave me a spell to avoid the barrier and then set about draining the rest of the enemy's combat power, and I came in first" Frowning at the blonde man's fiery gaze, Joan of Arc glanced at everyone around him with hostility, "Master, do you want to force a breakthrough?"

"Well, there's no way," Emiya Shirou nodded.

Since his whereabouts are exposed, he no longer needs to worry about any secrets, and the efficiency of escape is the first consideration.

"Slowly! Please wait a moment! This young lady!!" Judging from the conversation between Emiya Shirou and Joan of Arc, the other party was about to leave, and he couldn't be surprised anymore, and when Emiya Shirou was about to break through forcibly, the blonde man had already stopped him in a hurry.

"Miss?" Stunned for a moment, Emiya Shirou subconsciously stopped.

Turn your head to the left and there is no one.

Turning his head to the right, Solomon and Karene were far apart.

After looking at the three hundred and sixty degrees in all directions, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and under the expression of Joan of Arc next to him became exciting, Emiya Shirou pointed his finger at himself with a trembling finger and tilted his head towards the blonde man.

"Well, this silver-haired young lady, please wait a minute!" Seeing Emiya Shirouken stop, the blonde man nodded overjoyed.

Seeing the affirmation of the blonde man, he always felt that the thread in his brain was broken, and Emiya Shirou reluctantly pretended to look at the blonde man with a distorted smile, and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, "I'm a man."

"What ?!!!" X2

Without hypocrisy, it was clear that it was sincere, and the blonde man and Father Daun fell into a state of shock again, and their faces were incredulous, as if they had seen a ghost.

"Puff hahahaha!!!" The moment the blonde man said the word "Miss", he had already pressed his mouth, and now he finally couldn't bear it anymore, and Merian Solomon over there was already holding his stomach and laughing

By the way, who just asked me to be Miss Magician?

The smile twisted a little more, and he pressed the urge to smack Solomon hard, forcing himself to ignore the stunned little Karen and Narumbalek, who showed a shocked expression for the first time, and Emiya Shirou turned his gaze back to the blonde man.

"What's the matter with you? This gentleman. "Deliberately used an accent in the last two words, and the resentment behind it almost became substantial

"Ahem, ahem!" Embarrassed to misidentify Emiya Shirou's gender, the blonde man blushed and coughed lightly twice, "It's rude." Actually, I have a proposal that I would like your hall to consider. ”

"Proposal?"

"That's why I beg my pardon for being so late to introduce myself. My name is Timothy (pronounced Greek for the glory of God), and I am currently the eighth secret of the Templar Church, and I would like to hear of it when I come to your temple."

"The Eighth Secret Society is the special agency that specializes in collecting holy relics?"

"That's right, we're a special agency that makes retrieving relics their first priority." Timothy nodded.

"Because of my long-term contact with holy relics, I am particularly sensitive to the sacred breath, and in order to accurately recover holy relics, we usually collect a lot of information about saints in advance, including their portraits before their deaths."

“!!!!!” For a moment, the expressions of the two Emiya Shirou faltered.

"What do you mean?" As Timothy spoke, Emiya Shirou's heart sank. Pretending to be calm, Emiya Shirou asked Timothy questions in a voice without the slightest emotion.

"Well, I'll go straight in." Timothy paused slightly: "Can you please give us back Joan of Arc?"

"Oh?" Glancing at Timothy with interest, the hostility that had been put away increased at a rapid rate, and the corners of Emiya Shirou's mouth rose, and the scene immediately fell into a brief silence.

"Wait, President Timothy." Breaking the silence of the scene, Father Dawn took a step forward to Timothy, "Joan of Arc's words must have died long ago in the Middle Ages, why?"

"If you are a hero in life, you will have the opportunity to become a heroic spirit in the Far East, and there is a ritual called the Holy Grail War. Although it is not possible to verify whether it is truly a Holy Grail, it is a fact that magicians will summon Heroic Spirits to fight through the system that takes on most of the mana needs. Without taking his eyes off Emiya Shirou for a moment, Timothy waved his hand without looking back, interrupting Father Daun to speak, "Although, it is not yet the time for the fifth ritual to be carried out, and there is no way to take on the magic of summoning the Heroic Spirit alone. However, if it is your Excellency who can tie with the head of the burial agency, maybe there is really a way?"

"Obviously, he didn't see it with his own eyes, but his speculation was not wrong in the slightest, and even the hostility was put away, and Emiya Shirou fell into complete silence.

"Of course, I will not ask you to return the saint to us unconditionally. Let you go in peace, and in return, I can convince the people in the Templar to be your favor. Besides, even if you do become a vampire in the future, I can also get them to put you on the no-threat list. As for money, jewelry, and the like, you can give as much as you want. Conversely, if you refuse. We do not rule out the forcible use of force to snatch the saint back. Even if you can enslave the Holy Maiden, what are you going to do to our whole Templar Church, I don't think you want to see it, do you?"

"Ah, by the way, we will also give the Holy Maiden enough personal freedom, and this is not to the Honorable Lady of the Holy Maiden. How? If you can save your life, you can also get the help of our Templar Church, which is much better than just a servant. How do you think about it?" Using language arts brilliantly, tempting them to take advantage of them, saying them harmfully, and even helping the other party think about alternatives, Timothy reached out to Emiya Shirou with a win.

"Really, there is no way" Shaking his head lightly and smiling bitterly, Emiya Shirou lowered his head and walked towards Timothy.

Seeing Emiya Shirou's reaction, Joan of Arc's pretty face slowly turned pale.

Seeing Emiya Shirou's reaction, the corners of Timothy's mouth quietly hooked.

"Originally, I didn't want to condemn the Church to such a strict offense."

However, in the next moment, the expressions of the two froze together.

"What's the joke? Just a servant? No, Joan of Arc is as important to me as my family!"

Is it because you feel angry that you have been completely flattened because of the bonds of attention? Rarely remove the mask of reason. No longer suppressing his feelings, Emiya Shirou tore open his throat and yelled at Timothy.

"That's not something that can be measured on a scale. Don't confuse Lao Tzu with you. The color of the pupils turned blue, and Timothy unconsciously took a step back because of the murderous aura that was too large, and Emiya Shirou made a gesture to him to wipe his neck, "If you want to rob someone, let the horse come." However, don't say that I don't warn you in advance, it doesn't matter what kind of president you are, if you dare to come, you will be killed. ”

"Hahahaha, Timothy, you guy has today. Imp, I like that expression. Unconcerned about his colleague's iron-blue face, Narubalek burst out laughing.

"Well, if there's nothing important, we'll go first." Pulling up Joan of Arc's hand, which was still sluggish, Emiya Shirou turned around and left without looking back.

Halfway through, as if he suddenly thought of something, he walked to Xiao Kalian, who had been out of condition, and directly carried her on his shoulders.

"Hey, is it a nun after abducting the Holy Maiden? You might be punished by heaven if you do that?" I don't know when I took the pulse chair out and sat on it, and the battle intent on my body was all gone, and Narubalek teased Emiya Shirou with his eyes half-open.

"It's not an abduction, it's called retrieving." Ignoring the little nun who was struggling to come back to his senses, Emiya Shirou turned his head to look at Narubalek, "I am an old acquaintance with this child's father." Well, how to put it, it's the kind of fate that is quite deep (the evil fate of being an opponent for three consecutive lives), and a (unilateral) confidant who knows each other very well (the person who knows you best is your enemy)?"

"Cut, you can pull it."

"Well, I'm not lying, am I?" Emiya Shirou tilted his head.

"Claudia Altesia, this child, the mother of Karen Aldesia, the second half of the name is understood in Spanish, that is, hydrangea am I mistaken?"

"It's not." Sensing the puzzled look from his boss, Father Dawn nodded.

"Is that okay? I'm leaving. ”

"Wait a minute!" Seeing that Emiya Shirou really wanted to take Karen away, and regardless of his strength being a big step behind the other party, Father Dawn, a good man, hurriedly stopped him, "Even if you are an old friend of this child's father, we can't just hand her over to you."

"It's just that you and I are the one who is asking, oh?" Interrupting Father Dawn, Emiya Shirou pointed to little Kalian's right eye, which had stopped struggling since he said his mother's name, "Can't you notice it?"

"Difficult, don't you say?"

"Well, that's what it's all about." Turning around, Emiya Shirou waved his hand lightly, "I can't even detect the abnormality of this child's body, so it's better to let me take care of it." If it's a long-haired sister, don't meet again. ”

Leaving a goodbye that was not a farewell, dragging Joan of Arc, who was blushing slightly, Emiya Shirou walked out of the garden leisurely.

Immediately afterwards, Shirou Emiya, Narumbalek, and Melian Solomon also left. At the scene, only the president of the Eighth Secret Trace Society, whose face was blue, and the good old priest who had not yet reacted, were left

P.S.1: I didn't expect it to be finished at this time (continue to cover my face)

P.S.2: After finally finishing the main story of the Templar Church, the next chapter jumps directly to the main line of Zhu Yue, and after the main story of Zhu Yue, it is a flash appearance

P.S.3: The President of the Eighth Secret Society and the blonde priest before him are both original characters, and their names are kindly provided by the book