The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

"You what are you talking about!"

Sure enough, someone has always been the culprit of a certain beautiful woman. Just mentioning the name caused two blushes on her fair skin, and her long ears trembled and trembled...

"Ahem..."

Someone heard a slight but warning cough.

So I was silent-I said Teacher Ge Mu, your bedroom with sister Medea is about 10 meters away from here, OK?Even if there is no soundproof barrier in the workshop, your old ears are too sharp, right?

"I mean really..."

Although I was threatened,...what should be said, "Sister Medea, I want to protest your inhumane murder using potions! Even though I know I don't have much inheritance, I still want to kill for money!"

"knock!"

So of course, my head was knocked on by a feminist, "Stop being there for your tongue, and come here without a break. What do you want to say? Hurry up and finish it. I'm going to go back to get a beauty sleep. !"

"A night owl, do you still sleep?"

Holding the knocked head, I rolled my eyes at someone from under my arm to express my contempt, and then turned my head to look to the other side because I didn’t know what expression to put on, and I ended up with a tangled face. A certain beauty of, "Sister Medea, what I asked Lancelot to talk to you before is a bit eye-catching."

"Those things about Xindu?"

Obviously, Medea breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly said, "What did you investigate?"

"Near Central Park, a new guiding circle appeared, conflicting with the ones you set up earlier."

Frowning, I took the white paper and pen on the table in the workshop, and quickly drew the shape of the magic circle in my memory, "Those magic circle is not very effective, but short-term. . But I can only memorize it in the form of pictures. The specific interpretation depends on your ability, Sister Medea..."

"Don't wait, I can give you the answer now."

Basically, standing next to me and watching me draw the magic circle, Medea gave the answer by pointing to a certain part of the pattern in the magic circle picture, "This is the magic pattern unique to the Makiri family. ."

"Macchili..."

Raising my eyebrows, I put down the pen, "Matong?"

"What kind of family can be other than that family? That family's magic circle is built on the structure of the water-yin attribute, but again, most of them are used for assistance, and the power of frontal attacks is not great..."

Putting the paper with the magic circle into the magic furnace that seems to never go out in the workshop, Medea looked disgusted, "So later they started to come into contact with alchemy, as if they began to use the'infestation' as the medium. The research approach...I don’t know the specific results. After all, it’s just a small magic family that uses the Hebrew language family..."

The problem is that the ritual of the Holy Grail War seems to be the integration of this family with Einzbern of the Ou German system, and Tosaka of the East Japanese system, right?

Seeing Medea's movements, I carefully swallowed this sentence back.

"Speaking of which, in this era, magic has also fallen..."

It was a certain white-haired woman who lamented this sentence, but no matter how she looked at her lamentation, it made people feel that she was really awkward. "Although it is contrary to the development of science and technology, this kind of reverse magic development... Human feelings are really strange."

"This is the rule, there is nothing to say."

Medea didn't care about it, but looked at me, "You, what do you think about this?"

"Ask me what I do? Anyway, I'm not interested in the Holy Grail."

I yawned, and seeing that I had finished talking about the things that should be said, I also prepared to apply oil on the soles of my feet and slipped back to sleep.

"There are still things that have not been finished, so are you in a hurry to get ready to reincarnate?"

But before I had time to flash someone, I reached over and hooked my neck with one hand, and then pressed my finger against my carotid artery slightly, "Or, are you just waiting to see me? It's really sad. what……"

"..."

In addition to rolling my eyes, I can only roll my eyes.

No way, the neck is in the hands, and I have to lower my head-even though I know that someone will not really be cruel, the feeling of hypoxia in the brain due to the compression of the carotid artery is still quite uncomfortable.

——To put it bluntly, bullying the soft and afraid of the hard.

This is clearly "A man who knows the current affairs is a good man" Oh huh!

——Convex=.=|||

"You, I know you have no intention of the Holy Grail, but what did your Servant say?"

Seeing me sitting down again, Medea's gaze turned to Lancelot, who had been acting as an air passerby before-but was it my illusion?

It is clear that Lancelot should be a very attractive existence, but why I always ignore him unconsciously, and only think of him by my side when I need it?

If it is because of his own skills that made me air his existence, why don't Medea and the others feel that way?

"The Holy Grail is the obsession of the king."

Lancelot seemed to have only smiled because he saw the topic turned to him, "But I didn't mean it here."

"You said that you have someone you want to see again anyway..."

After hearing Lancelot’s words, I thought of the one I had done before. Regarding Lancelot’s past dreams, I subconsciously interjected, “It’s your king, Altria, named'Arthur’. Huh?"

"'Arthur'?"

Medea looked up at me with a bit of astonishment, "That Great Britain, who is conservatively estimated to have an A-level treasure? How could he be called Altria? Isn't this a girl's name?"

"Wang has always been a woman."

Lancelot smiled bitterly, and the icy eyes fell down again after scanning me, "However, the person I want to see below is not her."

"You just say it's Guinevere."

Someone rolled his eyes and said, "You and your king and that princess have a bit of bloody eight o'clock story. People here are already familiar."

"Miss Lancer, who you want to see, or why you want to see, this seems to be a private matter."

As a result, Lancelot was calm, neither soft nor hard, nor overbearing, and it was not easy to choke someone to death in an instant—no way, whoever allowed her to detect people’s privacy would have been the first.

"I really don't understand what it means that the'Holy Grail' will choose you masters and servants who don't want to get the Holy Grail at all..."

Medea sighed and thought about it for a while, "It's all right. Anyway, you are not interested in this Holy Grail War, so just transfer your spell to me."

"Reject below."

Quite simply and neatly, with a loud and powerful sound.

"..."

I was speechless and looked at the person who made the noise—the person who just made the noise was not me but Lancelot.

In the face of Medea and me, Lancelot looked calmly: "When I was called out, the person who was sworn to protect was Amemiya, not Miss Caster. Although because of Amemiya's orders, she sometimes needs to follow Miss Caster's dispatch , But I am directly responsible for Amemiya instead of others. So..."