Bazet and Yanfeng Qili have known each other for a long time, and they cooperate well as competitors. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The first encounter was six years ago, when the then sixteen or seventeen-year-old Bazette first became acquainted with a man who was an enemy.

In the courtyard of the magician who plotted to resurrect the corpse, Bazet and Yanfeng Qili were the only survivors, and it was usually impossible for the "vicarators" of the Templar Church to join forces with the Magic Guild without the permission of the King and the priest.

For the "vicarious" is the believer of the highest purity, and the magician is a heretic alongside the Dead Apostles.

But Yan Feng Qili is special.

Bazeet still remembers the first words she said to her when they first met, with a warm smile welcoming her compatriots.

"Join forces with me, miss? Both sides are the last to be man, and killing each other here is not the best option. ”

Although Bazet understood that the man in front of him was very dangerous, he naturally joined forces.

The two team up to kill the magician, and Bazette also recovers the body of the magician who was "sealed" and brings it back to the Clock Tower.

After that, they met a second time, and a third time, each time they gave their backs to each other.

Neither side reported to their respective organizations, and the secret operation, although it was a small secret, made Bazet, who was ostracized in the Magic Association, feel warm and sweet.

In fact, in the past three short cooperations, Bazet has a deep understanding of what kind of person Yan Fengqili is.

He never had fellowship with anyone, he didn't need anyone, and he didn't hate anyone.

As a human being, he is a man with a strong heart like steel, and at the same time, he also has a "foreign body" that is far from the traditional moral concept of human beings.

So to be honest, Bazet doesn't understand why Yan Feng Qili makes her tempted, but there are not so many reasons to like someone, right.

The two met as rivals, and Bazet is looking forward to the next meeting between the two and the next time they will work together.

So when he heard that Yan Fengqili recommended himself to the Magic Association to participate in the Fifth Holy Grail War, Bazet also had great expectations for coming to the Far East to participate in the Holy Grail War.

Looking forward to the next cooperation.

So when Bazet saw Yan Fengqili take the initiative to visit him, Bazet was extremely happy.

Because it is unreasonable for Yan Feng Qili, a person who does not need others, to take the initiative to come to him and propose to himself the intention of cooperating in this Holy Grail War.

Indeed, Yan Feng Qili is here to enjoy the joy of pain and take what he wants, Lancer!

However, Bazet does not understand it that way.

In front of the person she likes, a woman loses her mind.

The same is true of Bazet, who understands Yan Fengqili's behavior as recognition.

Being recognized, needed, and treated as a partner by the people who make his heart love make Bazet feel more peace of mind and joy than anything else.

"Exalted son of light, thou art full of glory in thy hands, and thou wilt not bow to the ground even at the moment of death......

Like an ordinary friend, after talking about recent events for a while, Bazett, who couldn't find a topic, somehow told the story of the "Child of Light".

Cú Chulainn, who was eavesdropping on the second floor, looked proud.

"Oops, it turns out that my master is still my drop fan, it seems that I am still quite popular, no way, who wants me to be so cool, who wants me to be so handsome."

Cú Chulainn leaned against the wall, his face smug and very sullen.

Yan Feng Qili listened silently, and after listening, he smiled gloomily, and then looked into Bazet's eyes, as if he had seen through the girl's heart in an instant.

"You're still the same, and every time we meet, you have to tell the story of the Children of Light, but that one was Cú Chulainn."

"Hmm," Bazette remembered Lancer's flirtatious appearance, and nodded with black lines on his head.

"How?"

"Worse, my "Child of Light" is not like him, he is a frivolous and lustful prodigal. ”

Bazette said with some dissatisfaction, just like the prince charming in a fairy tale who suddenly became the big man next door.

It turns out that Cú Chulainn is like this, he likes to watch ants, likes to lose his temper, and likes to look at women in a daze, with an unserious face.

Cú Chulainn, who was eavesdropping on the second floor, had black lines on his face.

Nima, it turns out that I am like this in your heart, no wonder you don't pay much attention to me.

"Hmm."

Next time, be serious, Cú Chulainn thought silently.

"What a faux pas." The priest smiled, looking down at what he was thinking.

"What's the matter, do you still think about that?" Bazette asked curiously, looking like a kind and considerate sister next door.

Listening to the master's feminine whisper, Cú Chulainn, who was eavesdropping on the second floor, felt sour.

Master, what about discussing the battle plan?

I am so disgusted with this big hero, but I am so enthusiastic about this dead wood, don't you know that Xiu'en love dies quickly.

Hurry up and get rid of this garbage priest, it's been half an hour.

"Yes, I don't want to seek any relief now, I just want to know why people like me are born in the world, and now my life is going to live to get this answer."

"But, I'm afraid no one can answer your question." Bazet sat in his chair and looked at Yan Fengqili, who was silently bowing his head.

"Soon, something that can give an answer is about to be born."

Yan Feng Qili said slowly, raised his head and his expression was extremely gentle, and his eyes seemed to be looking at his beloved son, looking at Bazet.

"Really, what an accident, congratulations." Probably infected by Yan Fengqili's gentle expression, a smile also appeared on Bazette's face.

"Thank you." The priest looked at Bazet in front of him and said sincerely.

"Do you want my help?" Bazette asked kindly.

"Can you let Lancer go out for a while, I have some private words and want to talk to you alone." Yan Feng Qili's eyes glanced at a place on the second floor, which immediately made Bazet's face stiffen.

Then with a forced smile, he looked dangerously at the second floor, stood up, walked up the stairs, and then there was a crackling sound.

Then there was a scream, and the poor hero was kicked off the ledge.

Cú Chulainn, who wanted to cry without tears, touched his buttocks, cut dissatisfiedly, and obediently went out on patrol.

Then, Bazett straightened his clothes and sat back down, a little shy and nervous, but he pretended to be nothing.

"Well, that Lancer was sent out by me to investigate, is that anything to say?"

With a kind smile on Yan Fengqili's face, he said to his juniors.

"Close your eyes, I have a gift for you."

Bazett closed his eyes a little apprehensively.

Could it be that a trace of joy and shyness welled up in my heart.

"You can't open your eyes." Yan Feng Qili said sincerely.

"Hmm." Bazette closed his eyes tightly and nodded a little flusteredly.

It's like a girl who suddenly sees the uncle she admires confessing to herself.

Although Bazet is already twenty years old, she can be regarded as a big girl, but because of that hard armor, few people can get close to her, and it is rare to hold hands with the opposite sex, let alone others.

The dazed Bazet, at the moment, is as innocent as a little girl, cute as a hard-boiled egg that has been stripped of its shell, making people want to swallow it in one bite.

Looking at this scene, Yan Feng Qili showed a kind smile with satisfaction, and the black key woven by magic appeared in his hand.

With a snap, as if the crunch of flesh and bone was broken, the hand broke, and the priest picked it up with a blank face, transferring Lancer's spell to his own.

Then he skillfully treated his wounds.

Bazet, who closed his eyes, suddenly felt endless exhaustion welling up in his heart, and then had a dream in a trance.

A gray abandoned port, a dream of taking a boat to a foreign country.

Then he woke up tired, dizzy, and confirmed the situation with a shaky consciousness, his body could not move, his limbs were not bound at all, and he was completely unconscious, as if his body was no longer his own body.

"Looks like you're awake?"

A familiar human voice sounded out of view.

"Yan Feng?! What the hell is this...... Me, what's wrong with me? Bazette slumped on the ground, squinting his eyes, trying to make sure he could see the man in front of him, his vision slowly clear.

"Why, don't you remember, didn't I say I was going to give you a gift?" Yan Feng Qili smiled and looked at the confused beauty in the suit.

The priest looked like a blessing, as if he were looking at the dead.

“……”

Spirit, Bazette's whole body was cold, and he wanted to use the Spell to summon Lancer, but it seemed to have awakened something, and there was a sharp pain in his left arm, and the physical strength of his whole body continued to pass, making Bazette's face more and more pale.

She knew that her spell was gone.

Yan Feng Qili smiled like a saint, looked down at the suit beauty who fell to the ground, and raised his arm.

On the pale arms, there were interlaced canine teeth, and a row of spells that were surprisingly numerous, all bright red as blood!

"Thank you for your help."

“……”