Although he is not a magician, with Roland's current identity, he has no channel to learn the news of the Holy Grail War, but it is still possible to judge the time node by relying on the information of the plot.

Even if you don't have the stand-in ability, this small obstacle can be easily solved.

There are also things to be proud of in the new city, which is judged to be clean and pale, gorgeous but impersonal in its appearance, which is made up of soulless steel, glass, and paint, which is completely different from the nostalgic mountain city of the past, and is like a modern steel jungle.

That is the Hyatt Regency Fuyuki, which is not only the tallest building in Fuyuki City, but also the best, and even the citizens of Fuyuki, who are full of nostalgia for history, still show admiration when they mention this hotel.

Business suites there are often vacant, and it's easy to find out if you're on a floor.

In addition, going to church to pray regularly, checking the frequency of a certain mapo priest in his daily life, and paying attention to whether there is news of the appearance of the head of the famous Tosaka family in various public large-scale events in Shimoyuki City, this stupid method can be much better than deliberately asking someone to inquire about it, as long as it has the ability to execute.

However, the first to learn the news was related characters like Aoi Tosaka, in order to avoid arousing any unnecessary suspicion, Roland did not deliberately look for the traces of Tosaka's mother and daughter, and he didn't expect to reap such an unexpected joy when he was working.

"So, it's time to prepare for the move, and according to Aoi Tosaka's words, it's probably about next week."

Roland unconsciously bit his nails, and his eyes suddenly became gloomy.

Although he has no interest in the Holy Grail War and does not want to break his peaceful life, whether it is for maintenance or future considerations, Roland is still collecting traces of the Covenant Spirit.

As for how to find it, it is not difficult, the spirit is not a natural product, but the creation of the Key of All Spirits, without the knowledge and help given by the Key of All Spirits, it is impossible to successfully make a contract with the Spirit and even digest his power.

Escaped pactfuls will follow their instincts and attach themselves to things or creatures that attract them, and at best, they will gradually devour the user and drive them crazy, but when they are attached to creatures, they can be dangerous.

If the inspiration is a little lower, it is probably that you can often hear invisible whispers, you can't use the power of the Covenant Spirit, at most you can gain some otherworldly knowledge that you can't understand, and finally have a distorted obsession and gradually go crazy, such an ending is not very bad.

The real horror is that those who are very consistent with the price of the Pact itself, and the 'lucky ones' with high inspiration, while borrowing the power of the Pact, their own souls and essences will be polluted by this power located in the gap between life and death, and if they are lucky, they will just lose their personality and become unreasonable madmen, and if they are unlucky, they will directly become distorted monsters, and even set off disasters that affect the whole world.

But until now, Roland has not received any information about the anomalous phenomenon, and under the pretext of being familiar with the environment, he has visited several famous attractions during the regular walking time in the past few days.

Pretending to be a tourist, he went to visit Yanagidong Temple, and accidentally passed by the vicinity of Tosaka and Makiri's mansions, and even the Einzberen Castle in the suburbs, he went to see it on his day off, but the Key to All Souls remained silent and did not give any information.

This can only mean two things, either the escaped Pact Spirit is very weak and the impact is minimal, or it has already caused a huge impact, resulting in those messages being inaccessible to Roland due to poor information and environment.

This isn't exciting news from any point of view, but the fact that the Key to All Souls traveled through here proves that the main trace left by the Charters is the city.

"In other words, is it possible that the spirit of the Pact has attached itself to which of the masters of this Holy Grail War?"

Roland sighed, feeling his head wide.

If it's not necessary, I really don't want to touch these things, forget it, let's take one step at a time, and leave the rest to me tomorrow to worry about.

Looking at the store manager who came over with a slightly thick envelope, Roland smiled quietly but expectantly.

Today, he has an even more important thing to accomplish quickly.

…………

In the middle of the night, a tall yellow-haired young man squeezed the empty bottle in his hand, and threw it aside as if to vent his anger.

"Damn old man, you can't die happily, do you want to trouble me? The brainless guys of the Fujimura group are also a bunch of idiots, and that house is already mine, but they refuse to let me exchange it for money because of a dead man's request, and let me cherish it? ”

Speaking of this, as if he had been reminded of something unpleasant, the yellow-haired young man angrily opened a new can of beer and poured it into his mouth with a clatter.

In the deep mountain town, he is also a well-known figure, although in a negative sense, in this sluggish society, there are many idle people in society, but in terms of bastards, in the sense of ordinary people, he is also second to none.

Unhappy, bullying the weak, drinking and wealthy, losing most of the family property, so angry that his mother died on the hospital bed, and within two years of being kicked out of the house, he returned home with a lot of debts - and a group of vicious debt collectors.

For this reason, his elderly father had to sell the last of his assets, leaving only the ancestral home that had been passed down for several lifetimes, and then he died suddenly, and even the funeral was raised by friends.

It is ironic that this well-to-do family, which was not affected much even by the bursting of the bubble economy, was torn apart by its own heirs in just a few years.

But obviously, this incident did not have any unnecessary impact on the yellow-haired youth, and he was still immersed in the joy of a windfall from heaven.

Although the real estate industry is already very lonely, this old house is good in location and area because it is an ancestral property, and it is a sought-after kind that can be sold at a fairly good price.

After hastily putting it up for sale, the yellow-haired young man finally realized the impact of the past, because the price of the house itself was destined to be people with a certain social status, and those people, in the not too big and not too small force in Dongmu City, paid more attention to the problem of face.

No one was willing to take over this notorious hot potato, and even after the yellow-haired young man gritted his teeth and planned to sell it to the largest yakuza Fujimura group in Fuyuki City at a fairly attractive price, the other party rejected him mercilessly.

None of these buyers could make him ruthless, so in the end, he could only drink cheap canned beer on the side of the road alone.

"Meow," said a black cat, walking slowly at the top of the wall with light steps, and barked in disgust, as if because of the heavy smell of alcohol.

And the yellow-haired young man who was in anger was undoubtedly enraged.

"Damn, they all look down on me, even you cat!" Huang Qingnian threw out the beer can in his hand fiercely, but because he had only drunk less than half of it, his misestimation of weight made the can just smash at the cat's feet.

The frightened cat rushed over like an arrow from the string, leaving behind the yellow-haired young man who had just gotten up and found his sense of balance for the first time because he was drunk.

And then—the frightened black cat crashed straight into the young man who had just come out of the corner.

Contrary to the yellow-haired youth's expectations, it looked like he hadn't reacted at all, but the young man's hand seemed to be possessed by something incredible, and he accurately grabbed the back of the cat's fate, lifted it up, and held it in his arms.

Roland squinted, subconsciously protecting the bag in his hand with one hand, and holding the cat in the other hand, looking at the person and cat in front of him, with a confused expression.

"So, what's going on?"

Obviously lifted in mid-air, the cat did not seem panicked, but licked its paws comfortably, obediently rubbed Roland's hand with its head, and made a pleasant sound.

"Meow—"