King's Landing

"Sorry, I am not interested in improving magic power. If I borrow other things, as long as I can help, then I will try my best, but I cannot lend you this body, so I still ask you to find it. Other people."

Shiro answered the long-haired hero's request very seriously.

"Is it really unwilling? There is no way, but my lord's body is on the verge of collapse. This city really cannot find a few people with magic aptitude, so even if it is against the'sage' Name, I can only do it. You can rest assured, boy, what I promised you, I will definitely help you get it, as long as you sleep for a while, everything will pass."

Obviously, this heroic spirit is not an extremely evil person. Being able to say these words at least shows that he still retains respect for Shirou. If he is replaced by other heroic spirits, he will probably be mercilessly attacked, but even so, Shirou’s The situation is not optimistic either. The other party has already emphasized that even if it goes against his original intention, he must be subdued by strong means. Facing the heroic spirit, he has no chance of winning.

Therefore, he chose to avoid the battle at the first time. Simple barriers and traps were arranged around the house. If you make good use of it, you may be able to get out of the dojo smoothly. In this way, he considers that Shirou runs into the dojo at the fastest speed. There must be a weapon.

Over the past ten years, Shirou has learned a lot of magic in the Matsumoto family. Although he failed to inherit the magic engraving of his deceased father, with his own efforts and innate aptitude, he is now barely a qualified magician. The most basic magic is well mastered, of course, the core insect technique of the Jian Tong family has not fallen, but he personally resists using that.

In contrast, Shiro prefers to use the "projection" magic that his father taught him during his lifetime. Although this magic is simple, it is unexpectedly practical. Shiro used it to repair the malfunctioning electrical appliances in many clubs at home and school.

Although he can only simply change the material structure, strengthen and deform at his current level, this is enough for Shirou. After all, his father only taught him the basics of "projection" magic. After his death, there was no one around him who used this kind of magic to guide him. Over the years, Shirou had achieved such results through his own exploration.

In a sense, he is also considered half a genius.

But in the face of the special existence of the heroic spirit above the magician, his achievements are far from enough.

However, Shirou also understood that even if the strength between him and the heroic spirit was as wide as a chasm, he couldn't just wait and die like this.

After rushing into the dojo, Shiro picked up the bamboo sword he usually used for exercise, and the'projection' magic was activated, and the bamboo sword body released a faint glimmer. The next moment, the weight and texture were changed. Under the moonlight, The bamboo sword has a metallic luster.

"Resistance is useless, boy, although I can't destroy your body, I can still do it by making you suffer a little bit. So, you still have to fight with your hands. As long as you are willing to lend me your body, I will not let you You suffer any pain."

The calm voice was getting closer, and the long-haired heroic spirit had entered the dojo.

The heroic spirit in leather armor sucked a bamboo sword into his hand from the dojo and swung it briefly.

"Although the rank this time is not Saber, if it is swordsmanship, I have also taught many heroes. If you are willing to lend out your body as a teenager, I can leave my swordsmanship experience in your consciousness. People who have been guided by me later become famous heroes. You who have improved your swordsmanship and magic skills will not be too low if you want to come."

Shiro was able to judge that Heroic Spirit did not exaggerate, and he also heard the sincerity in his tone, but Shiro still firmly believed in his belief that he would participate in the Holy Grail War, so this body could not be loaned out anyway.

As if he understood the meaning of his eyes, the long-haired hero sighed slightly.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Lang felt a sharp sword aura, his pupils shrank, and he did not react.

Bang!

The pain of being pierced through came from his belly, and then Shirou broke through the sliding door and flew out of the courtyard. The speed and strength are not the same level at all. Even if the opponent wields only a bamboo sword, it is enough to cause him. Fatal threat.

"How is it? Are you still reluctant to agree? Then comes the final blow."

The heroic spirit who walked out of the dojo step by step, his eyes were like electricity, at this time he was definitely not joking.

"I still said that, I won't hand over the body to you!"

Shi Lang struggled to support it from the ground, and he looked at the heroic spirit without fear, holding the sword in both hands, and concentrated all his attention.

"Really? That can only knock you out."

The hero stepped out, but suddenly, his expression changed, and the ground under his feet suddenly exploded.

The triggered barrier, this simple trap gave Shirou a chance, and he turned and ran without hesitation.

But before he ran a few steps away, he felt a sharp burst of air coming from above, and a light arrow with a thick arm fell from the sky.

Shi Lang paused, holding the bamboo sword that changed the structure in both hands and blocking him.

boom!

The steel-like solid sword body was broken by a single blow, as if hit by a car. Shiro screamed and was blasted by the impact force, and directly smashed into the warehouse door, where moonlight spilled through the warehouse’s skylight. See a faint magic circle.

Shirou, who was in pain all over his body, did not feel the heat from the mark on his left hand.

He fell on the edge of the magic circle, his hands covered with blood.

The long-haired heroic spirit approached step by step, his expression was extremely calm, it was a kind of indifference after self-paralysis, even a'sage' had to be cruel, and he had to be cruel for his lord.

"It's over, boy, come with me."

The heroic spirit raised the bamboo sword in his hand and swung it down at Shi Lang, and the next moment, lightning flashed.

The long-sleeping magic circle released a blue light, and a beautiful figure appeared majestic in the warehouse.