King's Landing

"Unexpectedly, you would represent the Magic Association in this Holy Grail War."

"The Magic Association attaches great importance to the Holy Grail War in Fuyuki City. The disaster ten years ago has had a significant impact on it."

"Kenneth Archibald, the death of Lord Elmero is what attracted the attention of those old guys, right?"

"The head of the Archibald family is not enough to make the Association take it seriously. What's more, his death was just for his own sake. Speaking of, your father was also killed in the last Holy Grail War. The reason why the Templar Church agreed to the Association's intervention was Your father’s death is irrelevant. No matter how the neutral overseer is murdered, the upper echelons of the church cannot sit idly by."

Hearing these words, Yanfeng Qili went silent.

Seeing this, Bazette, who was sitting across from him, thought he had made a mistake, showing a slight self-blame expression, and apologized.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned it."

"Don't care, I think my father is ready to dedicate himself to the Lord long ago."

Yanfeng Qili's words made Bazette a little relieved, she suddenly realized that she hadn't made tea yet, so she immediately stood up.

"I brought a little'Ceylon' red wine when I came, and it's been a long time since I played chess with you, how about it?"

"You still haven't changed at all."

Bazet smiled. Don't look at her meticulous work, but she is unexpectedly passionate about gambling and board games. When the two worked together many years ago, they played chess many times. As far as the result is concerned, Yan Fengqi Li should be a little bit better, but after so many years, Bazet believes that his chess skills have improved, so taking this opportunity, he also wants to get back some face.

Talking about things while playing chess can largely avoid embarrassing situations.

"Where is your hero?"

If it was someone else, Bazette would refuse to answer such questions, but Yanfeng Qili is different. He is not the Master of the Holy Grail War, but maintains a neutral supervision. Therefore, Bazette is not wary of his inquiries. Told him.

"Under investigation, many Masters have gathered in Fuyuki City. If you lock their tracks early, you can act as soon as possible."

"Well, besides you, who else did the Magic Association dispatch?"

"I haven't been told about the specifics, but it is said that there are magicians of the'seal designation' level. Even I will find it tricky to deal with that kind of guy. And there is information about the Master of the two factions. As a supervisor, you should be better than Am I clear?"

As he said, Bazette put the chessboard he had taken on the coffee table, and she gestured, let Yanfeng Qili be responsible for placing the chess pieces, and she turned and walked towards the wine cabinet.

"Since they are magicians of that level, do you think they would be willing to be monitored by the church?"

Silently got up from the sofa, Yanfeng Qili followed Bazette and walked towards the wine cabinet.

"That's why the eighth rank Ruler appeared. Although your strength is undeniable, in the face of all fourteen heroic spirits, plus the magician of the'seal designation' level, I think you can't control it with just your supervisor. situation."

Bazette naturally sensed Yanfeng Qili's getting up, but she did not have any vigilance. Out of politeness, guests would take the initiative to pick up their own glasses, or to choose the type of red wine, which is very common.And most importantly, Bazet still has a certain degree of trust in Yanfeng Qili. After all, he was a colleague who worked with him, and he is a neutral supervisor.

"Do you know the information about Ruler?"

"You don't even know the supervisor, how can I know."

Bazette shook her head and opened the wine, then she poured the wine into the prepared decanter.

"That's a pity."

The voice had reached Bazette's ear, and an unknown sense of crisis suddenly rose in her heart.

However, the next moment, there was an electric tingling from the key points on the back, and the whole body was paralyzed. Bazette, who lost his strength, fell to the ground. The crisp sound of glass cracking seemed extremely harsh, and Bazette stared in disbelief. The man in front of him.

That stiff face was cruel and ruthless like a god of death.

puff!

Blood splashed, mixed with red wine, scattered all over the floor.

As the Master’s proof, the left arm with Lingshu was cut off by a silver blade.

That is the most commonly used magic attire for the Templar Church's'substitutes'. The black key is a weapon used to defeat heretics and apostates.

Ignoring Bazet's angry gaze, Yanfeng Qili knelt down and stretched out his hand to press on the bloody engraving.

Forcibly depriving the curse, it is generally difficult to do, but Bazet's left wrist was cut off and it has become a thing of no owner. Therefore, Yanfeng Qili can take it away, and he quickly recites the curse. , The scarlet curse gleamed faintly.

Soon, the light dissipated, and the mark on Bazette's broken left hand disappeared, and it had been transferred to the back of Yanfeng Qili's hand.

At this moment, a sharp spear light flew in from the window, and its target was Yanfeng Qili.

boom!

The gun light exploded, but Yanfeng Qili avoided it with her own reaction ability.

"Master!!!"

The slender figure with blue hair and blue armour flew in, and he immediately reached Bazette's side and helped her up.

"According to the command curse, Lancer, the heroic spirit, agreed to change the Master without rebelling."

The body froze suddenly, and the blue-haired hero turned his head abruptly.

"Once again with a commanding curse, Lancer, the heroic spirit, continue to investigate, and directly eradicate the Master who can be solved."

Yanfeng Qili with a sneer raised her right arm, and the bloody curse was covered on it.

That was the last Holy Grail War. The seven Masters did not use the precious spells. He inherited it from the temple church as a supervisor. After taking Bazert’s contract, he could use these. An additional command curse ordered the heroic spirits.

The blue-haired heroic spirit trembled and his eyes were full of grief and anger. However, under the compulsory influence of Ling Shu, he had to put down the Master in his arms, endure the humiliation and pain, and stood up, staring at Yan Feng Qili in resentment. , And then with a dull roar, he flew out the window.