The master glanced at the man twice, turned around and took a braised egg and a bottle of sake and put it in front of the man, "Ramen needs to wait a while." ”

"Thank you."

The man poured out a glass of sake, and suddenly looked at the whiskey beside the old man, "Does it matter if the old man drinks such a strong wine, it is best to drink three glasses at most, otherwise you will be poisoned by alcohol." ”

The old man grinned, "I've had a good amount of wine, and besides, this is the fifth glass, so it's fine." ”

The chef quickly fished out the noodles and put them in the soup bowl, "Is there anything to be afraid of?"

"Just be light." The man said,

A bowl of light ramen was quickly brought to the man, and he sniffed it and said, "It's really good noodles, master, you made it by hand."

"That's it, if you think it's delicious, you will come more in the future, I have fewer regulars, and if there are more people, I can open here for a longer time." The master cleaned up the desk and said that he wiped the scraps with a rag and put everything that could not be used in the trash.

The man picked up a pair of chopsticks and began to eat ramen without making a sound, very quietly. Nowadays, there are very few people who eat noodles without making a "bald" sound.

The old man ate noodles with some noise, not very loud, and quite quiet. Two people ate a large bowl of ramen almost at the same time, and they ate unhappily, chewing five times on each bite of noodles, as if some special eating ritual.

After eating, the two began to drink. The man poured a small glass of sake, and the old man poured a large glass of whiskey, and the two drank in silence.

On the roof of the building opposite the alley, there is a two-person sniper team that has been lurking, and the sniper rifle in his hand is an anti-materiel large-caliber sniper rifle of the Alpha series, which is rare even in the army.

There were ten such sniper groups set up around that alley, and the twenty-man assault team equipped with the fourth-generation assault type adjudication armor was hidden two hundred meters outside the alley, and the assault guns in their hands were equipped with gelatinized bullets, which were not lethal, but had a very strong binding effect. When the bullet hits the target, it explodes, and the glue filled with the bullet sprays out, and if the number of hits is large enough, it can even turn a person into amber.

The old man drank all the wine, and his face was a little red, probably a little drunk "noble surname"

The man was stunned for a moment and said, "Miyamoto, Miyamoto." Special Executive Officer of the Inquisition, also Deputy Director of the First Bureau. ”

The old man burped, "Hilton Pendragon." Who you should know. ”

Miyamoto nodded, "Former Marshal of the Crusader Army, former leader of the Knights of the Round Table, Red Dragon Knight King." ”

"Aren't you also quite famous, decades ago, the rising star of the Inquisition, the Thunder Executive, is most likely the next president." Hilton said, "I heard you're still a Juggernaut." ”

Miyamoto smiled bitterly and waved his hand, "I can take on the kendo everyone, but even if it is a saint, there is only that saint in the Holy See, and I am nothing." ”

"It's quite humble. Say, what is the matter with you coming to me?"

"I want to talk to the Knight King."

"Forget it, there are people pointing guns at me 1,300 meters away, your people are hiding 200 meters away, and I won't say where some people are hiding, do you really think I don't know."

Miyamoto sighed lightly, "I know I can't hide it from you." ”

"If you want to kill me, you people aren't enough." Hilton said he banged on the table with a rhythmic pace.

"No, no, I don't have the strength to kill you. On behalf of the Holy See, I ask you if you really want to intervene in our war with the Church of Satan."

Hilton immediately said, "Of course not. But I promised that Dao Zun would support her. ”

Miyamoto's face gradually sank, the Venerable of the Daomen, who Yin Xuan is, everyone knows very well, the former head of the Seven Fallen Angels, angry angels.

Although she had quit the Satan Church decades ago and joined the Dao Sect instead, she had been the Dao Venerable in charge of the Holy Relic Tai Chi Dao Sword over the years. It doesn't matter if she says yes, but she will definitely go out in this war. And her opponent will only be one, the iron-fisted Pope Komantihisbor.

"Then you refused."

"No, I never promised you anything."

The two stared at the glasses, grimacing or burping.

Hilton got up and walked out, he looked up at the sky, the dense rain hitting his face, which made him sober up a bit. Standing on the street outside the alley, he could feel the feeling that he had tasted for half a century of loneliness, and that was also revenge. To make an understanding of his past life, and for the crucified emperor, he decided to take revenge on the Holy See.

Miyamoto stood behind him, silent. He wore a black suit today, pure black, which would have been ugly on him. But there is nothing wrong with his outfit today, because he is here for the funeral.

There was a white rose on his chest, and two Alishan butterflies were flying in the van, and the master impatiently drove them away with a long beat, and finally they landed on the chair, and from their angle they could see the battle outside.

Funeral, if he kills Hilton Pendragon, he will put the white rose on his body, he can celebrate a small mass for him, may his soul be unbound soon.

If he is killed by the Red Dragon, then he is giving himself a funeral. He was dressed appropriately enough, he had taken care of everything, and three hours earlier, he had confessed to his lover that he had always liked her.

But unfortunately, this relationship will not last long after all, because in three hours he will face death. If he can go back alive, he will formally propose to her and hold a wedding. If she can't make it back alive, then she can only attend the funeral and see her body cremated.

Okay, Miyamoto admits that he thinks a little too much, but in fact, the most he can't let go of in his heart is his student, if he can teach him for a few more years, he will definitely be able to become a sword master after him in the future, although there are still a few old things at home, but they are all outdated, and they can't keep up with the rhythm of modern times, so I hope he doesn't bring his students badly.

Miyamoto suddenly remembered a very important thing, he has no heirs, and he is still the last person in the family, if he dies today, won't the blood of the family be cut off Miyamoto Yu was relieved for a moment after being entangled, don't you still have a student. The girder of the Miyamoto family will be handed over to him to pick in the future, there is a gene pool in the family, and he is not afraid of cutting off the inheritance.

"Are you still trying to stop me," Hilton said, "and could really die." ”

"You're misunderstanding a little bit, I'm actually here to kill you today"

The Knight King turned around, and the Red Dragon Light Cavalry Armament had already covered his body, far beyond nano biotechnology, hidden below the human skin tissue layer, and could cover the armament at any time.

Miyamoto's ruling armor stomach is directly developed by the Peruvian agency, and it is definitely not much worse than the red dragon armor stomach in terms of performance.

The two stood in the rain, looking at each other.

In Hilton's hand was the Sword of the Holy Relic King.

The weapons of the Miyamoto language are alchemy sword Raiche and Aoi pattern Echizen Yasutsugu.

They roared and charged at each other, swords slicing like the claws of demons in hell. No one can stop them, only the death of one can stop them

(End of chapter)