The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

"...Lance, don't you think you seem to have become too sharp recently?"

I looked at him suspiciously.

"Huh? Is there?"

Lancelot paused for two or three seconds and then suddenly, "Is this what Miss Vivienne said, "Near Zhu Zhe Chi" or something?"

"..."

How do you want me to pick up this situation?

——Actually, I think it’s more appropriate to think that "close to the ink is black".

Who is black and who is black?

——Sigh...Have you still not understood the black stamen essence of that little white orchid?

what?What little white orchid?What black core?

——When I haven’t said anything ╮(╯_╰)╭

Convex =.=|||

The black line turned my sights, but Lancelot and I were already near the church at exactly this time, so we stopped the topic naturally.

but……

"But it's weird..."

I looked at Lancelot beside me, "Do you think something is wrong here?"

"There is no sound of primate breathing, and there is also a smell of blood."

Then Lancelot gave the answer almost immediately.

"Breathing... bloody smell?... Oops!"

I reacted almost immediately and rushed into the church.

As soon as I stepped into the chapel, I immediately felt a breath of death over the surface.

Faint blood, and the remaining, thinner smell of gunpowder...

Without any hesitation, I walked through the seat of the believers. When I came to the preaching platform, I found the figure lying beside me.

Through the bullet holes in the back and a pool of blood on the floor, combined with the smell that I just smelled-it is really easy to guess what happened here.

"Father Yanfeng?"

As I checked the surrounding environment, Lancelot, who had already raised the figure, said in surprise, "This is...what's going on?"

"It's not easy to speculate."

Kneeling down next to Lancelot, I rolled up the sleeve of Yan Fengli's right hand-as expected, and the traces of the spell he showed in the chapel in my memory, the bottom stroke was obviously missing Up.

If combined with the previous announcements made by the church and there are traces of the scene, I nodded affirming my thoughts, "It should be that he followed the agreement to give one of the mantras he manages to a certain Master, but Then he was killed by this Master."

Because even a magician, unless he possesses the ancient unique "stripping" secret method, otherwise he cannot take away the magic spell he possesses from the priest's hands-and to take a step back, if there is such a secret method, then it needs Is the Holy Grail War?Just grab the spell directly from other Masters.

"Why do you want to kill you after you have already got the Lingshu?"

Lancelot raised his eyebrows, obviously unable to understand this approach.

"Ling curse is the best guarantee for restraining the Servant. One more guarantee is always one guarantee... Among all the Masters I know, there are people who have the idea of'hands-on', including Altria and Dimr. Many Masters."

I smiled, "However, looking at the death of Yan Feng Rizheng, it should be that he has no defense against those who come. If it looks like this, Dimldor's Master is the most likely. Speaking of Dimldor this time My luck is not so good...to have such a personality as a Master."

"It's just a pity..."

Lancelot glanced at Yan Feng Lizheng, and then his gaze fell on the magic spell on his arm, "These masterless magic spells are quite a good source of magic power. If they can be used, then I will use it.' Bloodline Awakening will not affect you anymore."

"You look down on people so much..."

Can't help but squint at him, "My magic power should still be enough to support your consumption?"

"But it will affect you?"

"It's true...but I don't think Yan Fengli will be unprepared for this."

Regarding Lancelot’s remark, I nodded and said that it was true, but then I laughed, "After all, although the shot was on the left chest, there is still a reaction time from death, especially for priests. It is still possible to leave a'last word' with a sober consciousness."

"what?"

Lancelot's look full of question marks at the moment looked at me in a good mood.

——Nai twisted the child...

roll!You just twisted it!

"Look here... there are scratches, right?"

I raised Yan Feng Lizheng's right hand and let Lancelot look at it. There were obvious blood stains on his fingertips.

"You mean this?"

Lancelot immediately understood what I meant, and then quickly saw the last words of "jn424" left in the red and black blood on the floor.

"signal?!"

I frowned.

If it is really the "secret" I think, it would be difficult to directly guess the meaning with just such a few words... If it is to be deciphered, I am not sure how long it will take...

"God.is.a.Spirit:and.they.that.worship.him.must.worship.him.in.spirit.and.in.truth." it.)

While I was still speculating on the specific meaning of "jn424", Lancelot suddenly said a word in a low voice.

"What?"

Before he could react, with the dark halo, the Wuzhu Charm on Yan Fenglizheng's arm suddenly flew up, and then transferred to Lancelot's arm like that.

"really……"

Lancelot showed a stunned look after Ling Shu transferred to his arm, and then when he looked at me, it was probably because my expression was funny that I turned away with a "chi".

"Don't laugh! What the hell is going on?"

I hurriedly grabbed him.