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Older people will sleep less correspondingly, and although the elderly are still strong, they cannot escape the constraints of natural laws.

The old man, who usually woke up at about six o'clock, woke up at five o'clock today, and then he couldn't sleep again.

After going out and walking around the huge manor twice, the old man returned to the villa and began to eat breakfast. After many years of living in Japan, the old man has become accustomed to Japanese tastes, and he can't say that he hates Korean food, but he doesn't like it either.

Eating an authentic Japanese breakfast, the old man looked at the newspaper with hot milk in his hand, and did not see the slightest news about what happened yesterday in the corners of the newspapers, and the old man smiled with satisfaction.

After breakfast, it was the old man's time to meditate, so he also built a meditation room in the villa, and when he meditated, no one could disturb him, and nothing would wait until the meditation was over.

Yamamoto Kishiei respectfully guarded outside the meditation room, beside him was Mrs. Zhenshu, who rushed back from Japan overnight, compared to Yamamoto Kishiei's indifferent face, Mrs. Zhenshu's face was much uglier, and she couldn't help but want to rush into the meditation room several times, but when she thought of the consequences, she couldn't help but hold back.

An hour later, the door to the meditation room finally opened.

The old man's old but sturdy figure walked out of the meditation room, took the towel in Yamamoto Kishiei's hand and wiped his cheeks, glanced at Zhenshu and said, "Failed? ”

The old man's words seemed very calm, as if he had thought of this result a long time ago, there was no anger, no dissatisfaction, only calm.

Zhenshu's heart couldn't help beating, and she said "inside" lightly.

The old man hummed softly, and as he walked to the study, he asked Yamamoto Kishiei, "Yamamoto, what about the other side?" ”

Yasuei Yamamoto was one position behind the old man, and said lightly: "The success is down, and the caster was saved by the adjudicator." ”

"Adjudicator?" The old man snorted twice, "I thought she would treat her fairly, but who knew that she would intervene sideways, is it because Caster is his?" ”

"Mostly." Yamamoto Kishiei replied.

The old man nodded, striding forward, and Zhenshu, who was so fast that she was in her thirties, was a little difficult to follow.

"What about us?"

"Berserker was badly wounded and saved by the Assassin, and Archer and Lancer are fine."

"Assassin saved Berserker? Hehe, interesting. ”

Pushing open the door of the study, the six figures stood on one side, but the black mist that had been floating over the chair was gone.

The old man walked through the passage between the six Heroic Spirits and walked to the chair and sat down, while Yamamoto Kishiei and Jungsook stood in the doorway.

"Archer, how is Gilgamesh?" The old man poured himself a glass of whiskey and asked playfully towards Arjuna.

Arjuna snorted coldly and didn't answer, but the cold expression on his face was the best answer.

The old man didn't care, his eyes swept to the scorched Lancer, "Lancer, what about you?" ”

"Good." Lancer still cherishes the words, and the voice is as ugly as ever.

The old man nodded solemnly, and was praised by Lancer with a "very good", so it seems that Nero as a saber is indeed not to be underestimated.

"So, what about you?" The old man's eyes were on Artoria, not just him, but all the eyes in the study were on her, because according to common sense, no one could escape from her except those who stood at the top, but last night's result was a big surprise.

There are blandness in these gazes, such as Lancer, banter, such as caster, and schadenfreude, such as assassin. As an assassin with a twisted personality, she has always been dissatisfied with Saber's natural kingship, and usually goes against her, but Saber has a stable personality and has always turned a blind eye to her provocations, which makes Assassin even more dissatisfied.

Artoria was silent for a moment, her blond hair glistening in the sunlight outside the window, her turquoise eyes as clear as a lake, and she said in a calm tone, "Failed." ”

The old man raised his eyes and looked at her for a long time, sighed deeply and said, "You shouldn't fail." ”

The atmosphere in the study suddenly became solemn with the old man's words, as cold as winter snow, for a while, no one spoke, everyone was waiting for the old but slender old man sitting behind the desk.

The wind was blowing outside the window, and the trees in the yard were rattling.

"Don't take it as an example."

"Whew"

I don't know if it's the sound of the wind outside the window or the sigh from inside the window.

Although all the people present were famous figures in the long history, in the face of the old man's powerful aura that seemed to be substantial, except for a few two or three people such as Saber, they all felt the air around them tighten, and their hearts involuntarily hung up. Not to mention Zhenshu standing at the door, at this time she seemed to have been fished out of the water, the long skirt was tightly wrapped around her, and the concave and convex curves made people think about it.

Compared with Zhenshu's slightly trembling figure, Yamamoto Kishiei, as a henchman who has followed the old man for the longest time, can't be said to be accustomed to the old man's aura, so the expression on his face is still so indifferent, only a slightly clenched fist can see that he is actually a little nervous.

"When will the berserker recover?" The old man turned to look at the Assassin.

The Assassin was stunned and said, "Say less about a month." ”

The old man nodded solemnly, "Originally, I wanted to deal with Caster first, his Noble Phantasm ability is really a headache, but now it seems that if we want to deal with Caster, the adjudicator can't stand idly by, then our strategy must change." ”

"Who?" Lancer replied succinctly.

The old man's eyes narrowed, and he looked at the crystal chandelier above his head for a long time before he spoke: "Berserker! ”

Hearing this, Lancer smiled bloodthirsty, stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips, muttering a few words in a low voice, but no one could hear him.

Iskandar lowered his hands on his chest, and his eyes seemed to burn with flames, "Heroes of ancient Rome?" It's a pity. ”

Artoria tightened the hilt of her sword, her thin lips pursed slightly.

Caster still looked like he didn't care about himself, with a flirtatious smile on his lips and pulled up his hood to cover his sky-colored hair.

The Assassin didn't care who his next target was, because in her eyes, no matter who it was, the heart that was cut open was the same.

As for Arjuna, all he cared about was Gilgamesh.

After setting a new goal, the old man didn't say anything more, waved his hand, and the six heroic spirits disappeared into the study like smoke.

"My lord, I ......" At this time, Zhenshu finally mustered up the courage to speak, but before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by the old man waving his hand.

"I don't blame you."

After hearing the old man's words, Jung-sook put the heart hanging in her throat back into her stomach, this mission failed, Saber will not be punished no matter what, because the old man still has to use her power to fulfill his wishes, but Jung-sook is not necessarily, so she has always been very nervous.

The old man swallowed the whiskey in the cup in one gulp, and said with a faint gaze: "Zhenshu, in the future, I will leave you fully responsible for the implementation of the plan on the other side, Yamamoto, you can help together." ”

"Yes, sir." Yamamoto Kishiei bowed.

Jung-sook had a look of surprise on her face, and for the trust of the old man, a feeling of death for her confidant suddenly rose in her heart, but it was followed by huge pressure. She knows how huge the old man's plan is this time, involving many fields throughout South Korea, and the executors in each field have huge energy and superb skills, but the old man who has the greatest energy is still behind the scenes.

"Don't worry, my lord, I won't let you down." Jung-sook patted her plump chest and reassured.

The old man nodded lightly, rubbed his temples and said, "I'm tired, you guys go down." ”

"Inside." ×2

He was the only one in the study again, and the loneliness came back to him.

This is a kind of loneliness that is not understood, because what he is going to do next is destined to not be understood by the world. (To be continued.) )