As a Wang sauce who likes to "how" and scream...

No, it should be Cúchulainn, who is a Lucky E, and Lancer feels that he has recently been worthy of his Lucky E's stats.

If the luck of ordinary people is C, then his luck is ten times worse than that of ordinary people, and it is almost not too much to say that he is riddled with bad luck.

How bad is it?

Hehe~

For various reasons, his original master had his arm cut off and was disqualified from the Holy Grail War.

For a variety of reasons, his new master is the kind of person he hates the most - a clever magician.

Fortunately, the other party's qualifications as a magician are barely excellent, and Lancer's combat power has not decreased much.

However, the most unfortunate thing is not these, but the trouble that got into trouble a few days ago because of the order of the Master.

"Cut! That bastard Saber, do you have a grudge against me? Everywhere you look for me every day and every night······" The figure in ornate armor came to mind, and Lancer's voice gritted his teeth.

I don't know if I'm angry at the other party's pestering, or if I'm angry that I can't fight with the other party's full strength.

Finally, he sighed, turned his gaze to the sea in front of him, and his heart inexplicably calmed down.

It seems that as long as you look at the scenery of the blue sea and blue sky, you can forget all your sorrows.

Although he didn't like it, and could even say that he hated his master, at least there was one thing that Lancer was satisfied with.

"It's nice that you don't have to work during the day, and you can move freely as long as nothing happens."

Of course, in another sense, he was not found by Bai Hua at night and slashed with a sword, thanks to the convenience brought by Lancer's identity as the master.

Other than that, he has no affection for his master.

Lancer just sorts out his inner emotions while tidying up his wrinkled clothes that can only be seen on summer beaches.

That's right, at this moment after work, Lancer took off his armor and changed into casual short-sleeved and shorts, giving people a sunny and refreshing impression, but in the winter season, it looks a little strange.

After all of this, Lancer turned his attention to the surface.

To be exact, it should be a fish floating on the surface of the sea, and he is like a seasoned angler, quietly waiting for the fish to take the bait, looking at the posture, I believe that a big fish will be caught in a short time.

But in fact, two hours have passed, and the water tank next to him is still empty.

Just then, a figure slowly approached and sat down beside Lancer, packing up his fishing gear and throwing the bait into the sea.

“······！”

This couldn't help but make Lancer's eyes sideways.

Although he is now dressed ordinary, restrained and looks like an ordinary person, in the final analysis, Lancer is also a heroic spirit, and his temperament is different from ordinary people, and ordinary people will subconsciously stay away.

However, the youth around me... No, it should be said that he is a teenager, and he can sit beside him without changing his face?

The other party is either a person on the mysterious side, or a stupid person who is sluggish and even instinctively slower than ordinary people.

Compared to the former, Lancer felt that the guy in front of him should be the latter.

"Hey! Stupid little ghost, don't sit here and play around. Lancer pretended to be vicious.

The boy was unmoved, instead looking at Lancer with a social smile on his face.

The smile was polite and peaceful, but it was a little stiff, just like a teenager who hadn't shown this kind of expression for a long time, and suddenly encountered a situation that showed it suddenly, looking extremely clumsy and jerky.

Immediately afterwards, the young man's face became indifferent, and he said, "No, although I saw you only by chance, I have no reason to let you go..." No, Ku Churin. ”

“······ You? ”

The familiar voice made Lancer's whole body stiffen suddenly, and he was very surprised: "You guy, it's Saber!" ”

Lancer never imagined that the servant wrapped in armor would be so young.

Yes, the person who came was Bai Hua.

After he was inexplicably kicked out, because the Holy Grail War had begun, it was difficult to take refuge in the Emiya Mansion, so he had to wander the streets.

I don't know if it was Lancer's bad luck, or Bai Hua's B-grade luck finally came into play, and as he was wandering around, he saw a familiar back.

So, he rented a set of fishing gear nearby, and he had the current scene.

"Believe it or not, I'd better state that I'm not Saber, I'm an Assassin." Bai Hua corrected it very seriously.

"Less."

Lancer muttered, clearly not convinced.

Immediately, he said worriedly: "It's daytime, and there are ordinary people nearby, if I can, I don't want to fight here, after all, it's my rare time to rest." ”

Indeed, in such a large public, if the two of them fought, they could only kill everyone who saw the battle according to the secrecy rules of the Holy Grail War.

Hearing this, Bai Hua glanced at Lancer with pity and nodded.

"All said, seeing you was just an accident, and I'm also taking a break now."

"By chance... Is it? I'm really unlucky. Lancer muttered, then fell silent.

The same is true for Bai Hua.

The two waited quietly for a fish to take the bait, but the atmosphere between them was extremely weird.

After another two hours, Bai Hua's tank was full of large and small sea fish, and even if he put another one, he had to worry that these fish would turn over and fall out.

Lancer's water tank, on the other hand, was still so empty.

It's not a technical problem anymore, but pure luck.

At that moment, Bai Hua's eyes looked at Lancer and became even more pity.

"Sure enough, the warriors who make the guns are all lucky." After a pause, Bai Hua said hesitantly: "Do you want to, I'll share a little with you?" ”

This is charity.

Humiliation, absolute humiliation.

"Who would want it! What did you do with me!? ”

Lancer's brow twitched, and he cried out in great grief.

"A spearman who was stabbed to death by his own magic spear."

“······”

Looking at the other party's Tie Qing's face, Bai Hua said tentatively in a cautious tone: "That... A brave warrior with a negative lucky number? ”

In Bai Hua's cognition, the moment he picks up the gun, his luck will drop to a negative number, which is common knowledge that everyone knows.

And Lancer actually chose a gun as a weapon, and his marksmanship is so exquisite, I think he is a warrior who knows the difficulties.

Thinking like this, Bai Hua's expression was filled with admiration.

It was a weapon that he didn't even dare to pick up.

"You, are you here to taunt me?" Lancer gritted his teeth and squeezed out the sound.

Looking at the other party with an explosive mentality, Bai Hua tilted his head suspiciously.

Bai Hua's stunned appearance made Lancer sigh softly.

"Forget it, Sab······"

"No, I'm Assassin, of course, if you don't mind, you can just call me Bai Hua. Beverty Arthur Doyle. ”

Lancer helplessly spread his hands: "Okay... So, Arthur Doyle, you didn't come here to taunt me, did you? If that's the case, congratulations, you've done it, and if it's okay, you're good to go. ”

"Of course not."