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Chapter 1,731 A city without distinction

"Mr. Velvet, I found the hiding place of Berserker and his master."

After Matou Kariya brought Manrio back, he opened the communication with Weber Velvet.

But on the other end of the communication, the person who answered his question was not Weber Velvet, but an equally familiar, rough voice.

"Oh! The Master of Caster is so efficient. The bumbling priest just issued the call yesterday, and you have found it before dawn today!"

"Hey kid, it's almost time to wake up!"

There was a commotion on the other end of the communication. Matou Kariya blinked and looked at Manlio for a moment.

"Ah, ah"

Weber's voice sounded sleepy and painful, but he soon became sober.

"Ah, have you found it yet?"

"Yeah." Matou Kariya sighed, "Actually, we found it around three in the morning, but a fight broke out between Manlio and Berserker, so it was delayed for some time."

"For this reason, I even used a command spell."

He raised his hand and looked at the back of his hand helplessly.

Originally, three strokes of the red command spell formed a shape similar to a gem on the back of his hand, but now one stroke has been used, and the gem has become a incomplete shape.

"Ah, this"

Weber's head, which was still a little groggy, suddenly became completely awake.

"What happened to make Mr. Matou use a command spell?"

"Sorry, I was a little too careless." Manlio's voice sounded guilty. He grabbed the corners of his clothes with both hands and lowered his head, "Although I successfully slashed Berserker's master, But in the face of Berserker's strong attack, I still have nothing to do. If it weren't for the Master's command spell, I might have died now."

"It doesn't matter, Caster. Since we are masters and slaves, as the master, I have the obligation to protect the slaves."

"So, where is Berserker?"

This sentence was asked by Alexander.

There was anger in his voice.

"Rider"

Weber turned his face sideways and looked at Alexander in a daze.

"Boy, let's go find those two bastards and kill them!"

"Sit back and watch an ally get hurt. This is something I, Alexander, would never do!"

--boom!!!

His fists clenched together on his chest, and the mere strength caused a storm to spread around him.

This was the first time that Waver Velvet saw such a clear expression of anger on the face of his servant.

In ordinary times, Alexander, although he looks rough, has a bold and cheerful personality. Rather than being called Alexander the Great, who is known as the battlefield meat grinder, he is just a bigger brother next door, both in terms of personality and fighting skills. When there is a commotion, people are not careful or serious, and they all have this characteristic.

Except for pretending to wear clothes with a world map printed on his chest and claiming to fight back to Macedonia from Japan, there was nothing that could make Weber Velvet recognize that he was the conquering king who shocked the world.

But at this moment Alexander

Although he was still wearing the "Grand Strategy" short-sleeved shirt that looked not only devoid of dignity but also a bit funny, there was an aura around his body that made people, or at least Weber, completely breathless.

.

The aura of being a king.

"Master of Caster, please wait for us at your stronghold! The boy and I will be there soon!"

After Alexander finished speaking, he didn't leave Weber a chance to say anything. He stretched out his hand and pulled Weber on his shoulders, and then got out of the window directly. In the process of falling, he pulled out the sling bag hanging on his waist.

The dagger pointed at the sky.

--boom!!!

Thunder suddenly sounded, and Weber woke up as if from a dream.

"Rider you——ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

What was left in place was another trace of a lightning strike and an unclosed window.

And Webber Velvet's scream cut through the morning light.

Zuo Cun didn't go home all night.

He walked alone on the streets of Fuyuki, just like himself in the past, alone, with broken hair covering his eyes, and letting the hair tied behind his back flutter in the wind, whether it was cold wind or hot wind.

"snort"

"Berserker was not found. I bumped into a lot of guys looking for Berserker."

"It's all for the command spell."

His left hand casually rested on the hilt of He He's sword at his waist, and his eyes reflected the cold light of the cold moon as he scanned the street in front of him.

There was nothing on the street. If it weren't for the moonlight, it would have been pitch black.

But Fuyuki City under the moonlight is not as silent and peaceful as it seems.

Just as Zuo Cun walked from Fuyuki Church, he noticed two groups of familiars.

Everyone is looking for traces of Berserker.

He couldn't help but feel a little irritable.

"Am I too optimistic? No, that's not right."

Zuocun walked, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath of the cool night air to wake himself up a little.

"Human beings are creatures with bad nature."

"No matter what era, what country, what culture, there will definitely be such existence."

"The ideal country is destined not to exist."

He clearly understood this.

"The destruction of order, the destruction of peace, no matter what the purpose is, selfish desires, ambitions, greed, whatever, it is nothing more than a flaw in human nature."

"But without such flaws, humans wouldn't be called humans."

He sighed slightly and walked step by step.

He once walked through countless cities, including Edo, Kyoto, Osaka, and Nagoya. This city called Fuyuki, like all the cities he passed through, had some messy things hidden under its calm appearance.

In a sense, the Holy Grail War may also be regarded as a shame?

Samura remembered what the man named Emiya Kiritsugu of the Saber team had done in the intelligence.

Arson fires, plant bombs, and blow up entire buildings to ashes.

Perhaps, indeed it is.

"Um?"

He suddenly noticed something, turned his head, and looked in a certain direction.

He jumped up to the top of the building with a wide view and squinted his eyes.

"Is that a Noble Phantasm?"

That's a church.

A dazzling temple made of shadows.

"Caster freed the Noble Phantasm? Wait a minute."

Zuo Cun began to think.

Immediately, the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

"It looks like I found it."

"I just don't know how other people view this incident."

He exerted force on his legs, jumped up again, and moved towards the direction of the church.


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