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The old man sat behind a large desk, holding a glass of mellow Scotch malt whisky in his hand, although the doctor told him to drink less, but the habits of so many years could be changed.

"All here?" The old man took a sip of wine and spoke.

There was no one else in the study, but the old man was talking to himself, and if others saw this scene, they would tremble with fright.

As soon as the old man's voice fell, he saw a black mist appear above his head, rolling up and down, like a naughty child.

"Still so naughty." The old man kindly glanced at the black mist above his head and said with a smile.

The appearance of the black mist was like a signal, and six figures appeared in the study one after another.

Except for the unknown gender of the black fog, the other six people are four men and two women.

In addition to Saber, there is an even more petite girl, the girl has two tiger teeth, short lilac hair, and a black cloak, which is very cute.

The old man's eyes surveyed the six of them, and finally fell on Saber.

Saber, who was wearing a skirt and armor, looked cold and arrogant, holding a sword in one hand and not saying a word.

"Saber, you go to Japan and meet your old friend, and I will send Jung-sook to go with you."

"Yes, Master." Saber bowed his head.

"Master, are you going to war?" The other girl asked curiously, blinking her big bright eyes.

The old man smiled slightly, shook his head, and said, "It's just an appetizer." ”

"Oh." The girl was a little disappointed, because she knew that if it wasn't for an all-out war, she would probably not be sent out, which made her murderous nature not disappointed.

At this time, an indistinguishable voice came from the black mist, "Impostor, even if you start a war, you are not of much use. ”

The girl disdainfully rolled her eyes and black mist, and her delicate nose was silenced, and she turned her head away from him.

After the two of them stopped, the old man continued: "This time our target is the Three Horsemen. ”

"Wow," exclaimed a blue-haired young man in a robe, "what a big deal, old man." ”

The old man didn't care about the man calling him an old man, but smiled at him and said, "Caster, it's nothing for you this time." ”

"I knew it was going to happen, but I don't care." Caster shrugged indifferently.

“Lancer。” The old man turned his head to look at the shawl-haired man who was leaning against him.

"Yes."

"Your target is Nero, are you sure?"

A smile appeared on Lancer's face, cruel and murderous, and he said with the etiquette of a medieval European aristocracy, "Not an honor." ”

The old man nodded with satisfaction, and then looked at the young man standing against the wall in the corner, "Archer, your task is the heaviest, and the target is Gilgamesh." ”

"Wow, Hero King!" Caster screamed fearfully that the world would not be chaotic.

The slender, dark-skinned Archer seemed to have been born with an ice cube face, and after nodding expressionlessly, he began to let go again.

"None of our business? It's a pity. The red-haired man, the largest of the six, spread his hands and said.

"Don't worry, Iskander, wait until the day the war begins, and I'll give you what you want."

Hearing this, Iskandar shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and continued to stand there with his arms crossed, not knowing what he was thinking.

The old man's gaze swept around everyone again, and after even the black mist above his head was no exception, he said indifferently: "The Three Horsemen are not easy characters to deal with, everyone must be careful." ”

Caster waved his hand indifferently and said, "Old man, don't worry, the strength of these three people, even if they can't be beaten, they can escape." ”

"Caster, no one will treat you like a dumb person if you don't speak." Lancer glared at him coldly.

Caster still looked cynical, and the smile on his face was more and more owed, if he knew Chen Nuo, the two would definitely become close friends.

The old man waved his hand to stop Lancer, who was still about to say something, and continued: "At ten o'clock in the evening after the action time, Saber will allocate the specific time according to the situation. ”

After the seven agreed, they disappeared into the study one by one.

The old man leaned back on the back of his office chair, looking at the dazzling luxury chandelier above his head, his eyes full of conquest, but the corners of his mouth were a warm smile.

*****

Korea University.

As one of the three universities in Korea, Korea University's students cannot be said to be diligent and studious, but at least 80% or more.

At 9 o'clock in the evening, the library of Korea University is very lively, and students come and go.

A blonde girl in a long blue dress and braided braids stood out in the crowd, just because she was so beautiful, more beautiful than many Korean girls around her who had used knives.

The blonde girl walks down the stairs with a book in her arms, only to hear someone behind her shouting her name.

"Joan of Arc, please wait a minute!"

Joan of Arc turned her head and found that it was another international student in her class, Li Yongbo from Huaxia.

Li Yongbo hurriedly ran to Joan of Arc's side, with a blush on his face that he didn't know whether it was caused by running or something else, and twisted out a letter from behind his back and handed it to Joan of Arc.

"Please take it."

As soon as Joan of Arc saw the pink letters, she knew what was going on, because since she came to this school four months ago, she had received not a hundred but fifty such confession letters. At first, when she received the love letter, because she didn't want to embarrass the other party too much, Joan of Arc accepted it even if she had already refused, but then she found that these boys still appeared in her sight as if they couldn't understand her, which made her annoyed. So, in order to prevent such a situation from happening again, she didn't even accept a single love letter later.

In fact, it's not that the students of Korea University like this retro way of confession, but except for a few female classmates who have a good relationship with Joan of Arc, no one knows her phone number, and those two girls no matter how the boys make promises, they are all beaten to death, and the boys have no choice but to pick up this oldest way of confession.

"I'm sorry, Li Yongboxi, I don't have that idea for the time being." After saying this, Joan of Arc didn't care about Li Yongbo's heartbroken expression, turned his head and left.

After a few steps, Joan of Arc was tapped on the shoulder.

She thought that Li Yongbo was still a little angry when she didn't relent, but when she turned her head, the anger on her face suddenly turned into joy.

"Xinxin, aren't you going out to play?"

The girl named Shin Shin is very beautiful, and if it weren't for Joan of Arc, she would definitely be the first goddess in the hearts of many men in Goryeo.

Shin Shin joked with a smile in Korean, which was not so proficient: "It's not interesting today, I'll come back early, and if I hadn't come back early, I wouldn't have seen such a good scene." ”

Joan of Arc patted her on the shoulder dissatisfied, pouting, "Laughing at me again." ”

"Hee-hee," Xinxin blinked wide-eyed and whispered to her, "This is the one hundred and thirty-fifth in four months, right?" ”

"yes, it's annoying." Joan of Arc's face was filled with the word unhappy.

"If you want me to say, you just have a good temper, sometimes you have to learn from me, be tough, and scold away!"

"Wouldn't that be rude?"

"Well, what's the rudeness, you'll do it next time."

"Well, I'll think about it." Joan of Arc nodded earnestly.

The two were chatting and walking around Goryeo Ouchi, but were interrupted by the voice of Joan of Arc's phone that suddenly rang.

Xinxin was a little surprised, knowing that Joan of Arc's phone may not ring once in half a month.

After seeing the caller ID, Joan of Arc's expression instantly became solemn, turned his head to Xinxin and said, "Xinxin, I'll answer the phone, wait for me." With that, she ran to a corner not far away.

"Lord Adjudicator."

"It's me."

"The other party has made a move."

"Really?" Joan of Arc narrowed her eyes, "Keep watching, and let me know as soon as there's any trouble." ”

"Yes, Adjudicator."

"Please, Seleucus, this time, we can't afford to lose."