Day 2, morning, Winterwood City, Xindu Central Hotel, 24th floor corridor.

"Da~Da~Da"

Yan Feng Qili had just withdrawn from his master's room when he heard an even footstep approaching, and when he turned his head to look, it turned out to be a familiar face, and he greeted calmly:

"Father."

Yan Fengli, the priest of the Eighth Secret Society of the Templar Church and the overseer of the last and current Holy Grail War, glanced at his adopted son with complicated eyes, adjusting his breathing and the muscle groups on his body.

If he is in the position of the Overseer of the Holy Grail War and the priest of the Eighth Secret Order, he should report to the Templar Church for support and unite with the other Immortals to deal with the spoiler.

But as a father, he tried to save his son no matter what, even at the cost of his life.

"Squeak~" The door that had just been closed was opened again.

Inside, Link was sitting by the window meditating with his bare upper body, familiarizing himself with his own power through the way of fighting in his head, and only then did he open his eyes when he heard the sound of the door opening, and he was not surprised to see a stranger, just quietly waiting for the other party to speak.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

Chopping the ground under his feet, Yan Fenglizheng, who was sturdy, had already crossed a distance of more than ten meters in two seconds and stuck to him, and an elbow blow from the standard Bajiquan descendant came out.

"Boom!" An even more dull sound.

Yan Fengli's heart sank, just a temptation, he already understood that the other party [non-human], before he had time to change his moves, "snort~" angrily tore open the clothes behind him, and he himself fell to the ground softly, and blood gushed out in a big gulp.

"Hey, give me an elbow, and I'll punch you back." Link's gaze was calm, and he withdrew his fist the size of a casserole.

Yan Fengli was feeling the passage of his life, his heart was full of powerlessness, he had reported to the church for support, but I am afraid that he would not be able to save his son at all...... Sorry, Qili......

The seriously injured old man opened his lips and struggled to spit out the code to obtain the curse, even though his death was inevitable, his son was still under the control of others, but he still gave everything he had to his rebellious son without reservation.

As long as the son has enough value, then he will not be discarded as a pawn......

Yan Feng Qili walked over slowly, his face was full of tears, his expression was distorted, sad and a little happy, and asked with a crying voice: "My father is about to die, I feel sad, tears are flowing, and my heart hurts——"

"Is this what normal human emotions are?" He kept crying, but he stood there like a curious child, watching his father enter the NDE, and remembering the day his wife died, and his grief could not be suppressed.

【Qili ......】

Yan Fengli suddenly noticed that his son was strange, and no one seemed to control his son...... More complicated emotions came to my heart, and I only felt that my chest, which was already difficult to breathe, choked suddenly, and as soon as it was dark in front of my eyes, I was completely silent, and a pair of eyes opened deadly, as if I was looking at something.

"He revives my soul and leads me in the path of righteousness for his name's sake. Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for thou art with me......"

Yan Fengqili knelt down and muttered in his mouth, hugging his father's corpse and crying uncontrollably.

[Poor fellow. 】

Link did not comment, since he had the idea of killing, he should also be prepared to be killed, but in fact, his past strength was no different from that given by the other party, and theoretically there was still a chance to rescue, but the abnormal performance of Yan Feng Qili, a dutiful son, made the old ghost lose his breath on the spot...... He ignored the awkward father and son over there, anyway, it was just a makeshift stage, and no one's life or death mattered, and he closed his eyes again and continued the simulated battle with Yabuki Shingo in his mind.

After indulging her emotional breakdown, Yan Feng Qili wiped her tears, cleaned up her mood, and left the hotel with her father's body in her arms relaxed.

Although this guy has been able to feel emotions correctly, the distorted personality that has been formed for a long time has not been corrected, so he is still a pervert for a short time.

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Hyatt Regency Fuyuki.

"Kenneth Elmelo Achpolud, Monarch of the Clock Tower Ore Section, the ninth-generation head of the Archibald family, first-class lecturer of the Séance, and a color magician."

After finishing finishing Kenneth's long list of names, he bowed slightly and said, "I am the master of the Jian Tong family, and I am the dirty inkstone." ”

"The family is also a participant in the Holy Grail War, why did you come to visit me?" Kenneth sat on the leather sofa for a long time, he, like Tosaka Tokitomi, felt that he had already set up the workshop, and with the Heroic Spirit by his side, he was not afraid of what outsiders could do in front of him.

There were wrinkles on his face, and he said in a sincere tone, "I want to invite the head of the family of Mr. Aqipolud to fight against a magician. ”

"Huh?" Kenneth raised his eyebrows slightly, and said slowly, "Let's hear it." In his mind, this is an invitation to form an alliance, and it was brought up by the other party, so it is necessary to listen carefully.

"Just yesterday, the Tosaka family mansion was razed to the ground." Jian Tong Dirty Yan is proficient in the title party, and when he opened his mouth, the two people sitting opposite him became serious, and they had enough appetite before continuing:

"It was an alien magician who controlled the adopted son of the Overseer of the Templar Church, entered the Tosaka family mansion through the bottom, and destroyed the Tosaka family mansion and the Heroic Followers summoned by the Tosaka family master through unknown magic."

He cleverly changed the concept and deceived with true lies, because it is impossible for the color magician to lack polygraph magic or props, after all, in the magic association, the color position is already the highest level of magician that can be seen, and the higher crown magician is almost invisible, and the vast majority of monarchs also stop at the color position.

Kenneth quickly recognized that the information revealed in the other party's language was true, and he was also slightly surprised, although the Magic Association had never looked down on the Holy Grail War, and even regarded the Holy Grail War of Fuyuki as a 'magic competition in a small country in the Far East', a strange ritual of the countrymen, and a 'juggling of the buns'.

However, he was interested in this and came to participate, but he knew the strength of the Heroic Spirit Servant quite well, and defeated the Servant as a magician, even if it seemed to him, it was a remarkable achievement.

But that's about it.

Kenneth silently sentenced the strange magician to death in his heart, and said proudly, "In that case, why did you come to me to cooperate? ”

Jian Tong Dirty Yan lowered his head in distress, "There is really no way, I will ask you here, that guy is too strong for me, I don't have much way to resist, and I am not sure to get out of control." ”

Authentic.

[I see, what a ridiculous country magician.] 】

Kenneth thought he understood the other party's situation and intentions through his brain, so he smiled and waited for the other party to pay the price.

"As long as you kill the alien magician, I am willing to hand over control of the berserker summoned by my family to you, and at the same time assist you in winning the Holy Grail War, and give you a copy of the magic of the Makiri family."

The conditions given by the visceral inkstone are not just as simple as bleeding, it is simply digging up flesh and pulling bones, which is obviously very abnormal.

"Deal." Kenneth was completely unaware of the danger, or, in his eyes, the danger was nothing more than what the country magician thought was dangerous.

So, the master of the spearmen happily stepped into the trap carefully woven by the old bugs.