Master Swordsmith[Comprehensive]

Gently tap the powder stick, and then carefully wipe it with fengshu paper, and the spiritual power will penetrate into every crack on the knife body evenly. A small injury is not a matter of consuming spiritual power, but it requires the patience of the examiner .

Zong Jue is naturally never impatient. Besides, he is good at forging, and of course he is also good at maintaining weapons. You must know that even if the sword is not damaged after a long time, there will always be some invisible filth attached to the sword. Why do swords that kill too much are more likely to become demons than gods.

The same is true of my own short knife. Although there are only a few thin and almost imperceptible cracks on the surface, if you look closely, you will find that this vibrating sword has never been properly maintained, and the invisible filth makes the blade dull. Blunt and clumsy, the blade that should be as clear as autumn water also has more or less shadows, which are traces left by old wounds that have not been repaired properly, just like old wounds of human beings, healed on the surface, but There are still hidden dangers inside.

There is nothing to do tonight—the structure of the Holy Grail is basically understood, and the legend about Diarmuid and the personality analysis report are almost written, so why not take good care of the short knife while it is free, anyway, it is not too much effort It is necessary to pick a good day and auspicious day for the matter.

The only thing you need to pay attention to is not to let your own filth contaminate the knife, so as not to pollute your good Tianjin God and cause it to fall.

The spiritual power of the god-inspector gently soothed the blade, and the little dagger felt like being wrapped warmly in a sun-baked quilt, lying on a soft bed, with laziness coming out from every bone crack, those deposits The blood energy and dark ice and snow melted for a long time, and evaporated without a trace when the sun shines on it.

It was so comfortable.

Yaken Toshiro was able to kneel and sit upright at first, but not long after, his cheeks were flushed crookedly crooked on the kotatsu, squinting his eyes and humming softly, his voice was soft and lazy .

This is a wonderful feeling he has never experienced before, as if stepping on clouds under his feet, everything in the past, those painful, sad, and desperate things seem to be extremely far away, and some things that have been gradually forgotten, remain With some warm and happy memories flooding up.

The past was obviously so painful, so painful that he wanted to shatter on the battlefield, but in the gloomy memory there were still some sporadic fragments that shimmered.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the hem of the inquisitor's clothes. This kind of fluttering and slightly drunk feeling is indescribable. What I want to say is that after drinking two glasses of wine, the hot cheeks are touched by some kind of cheerful and passionate emotion. Occupation makes people clearly think clearly but can do things that they would never do normally.

"General!" Xiao Dandao shouted cheerfully and brightly, showing a bright smile that Yaken Toshiro would never show on weekdays, "Thank you!" He rubbed his body limply on the kotatsu , the eyes are bright and slightly watery, like a small piece of starlight sinking.

Zong Jue smiled and watched his little dagger whimpered and acted softly like drunk, and adjusted his spiritual power input frequency appropriately. The little milk dog curiously went over to lick the little dagger's hand, and was struck He picked it up and hugged it in his arms, and rolled on the ground with a smile.

The maintenance time is much longer than that of hand-made. At the end of the day, the short knife had already huddled in the kotatsu and fell asleep. Zong Jue wiped the blade with fengshu paper for the last time, and the clear and clear glow was reflected under the moonlight. It seems as if a piece of moonlight is cut off as a blade, condensing on the water-like blade.

Xiao Diandao, who was sleeping soundly, also looked in excellent condition at this time, his cheeks were flushed and wrapped in a thick quilt, with a smile on his lips, and he didn't feel tired at all from staying up late for many consecutive days.

There were even fine pieces of cherry blossoms falling from his hair like snow, fluttering and disappearing before touching the ground.

Good boy, good boy.Zong Jue stroked his hair, and quietly backed out with the little milk dog in his arms.

In the blink of an eye, another two days passed.

The little flying insect released by Zong Jue was still firmly nailed to Kenneth's magic workshop, conveying the situation inside in every detail.

Kenneth really stumbled this time. Although Tuo Zongjue saved his magic circuit, his vitality was also seriously injured, and he inevitably had the idea of ​​​​retiring—he didn’t use the Holy Grail as a life-saving straw to achieve any wish. , There is no need to lose your life for a gold plating.

It's a pity that his fiancée Sola doesn't think so. She has shown her love for Lancer more and more recently. Even if he is unwilling to admit it, Kenneth knows that Sola's eyes on the Command Seal in his hand are not kind. .

Kenneth felt that if he really let Lancer commit suicide to get out of the Holy Grail War, Sola could stab him to death by turning his head.

Love is always the most unreasonable thing. Sora, who is in love, is unwilling to leave Japan, and plans to take the command spell from Kenneth. Although Kenneth, who is in love, knows that he should join forces with Lancer at this time, As long as he saw Lancer's face, he would think of Sola's increasingly blatant behavior, and then he couldn't put on a good face at all. Fortunately, at this time, the Church of the Holy Church offered a reward for Caster, and he threw it to Lancer without thinking. A card allows him to move freely outside and not come back without calling.

On the one hand, Lancer felt sad and frustrated, but on the other hand, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and went all out to track down Caster's traces in Fuyuki City.

Serial murderers who like to kill and evil spirits who have committed countless crimes, even if the Church of the Holy Church does not offer rewards, he will not let them do anything wrong.

It's just that the rats in the sewer are often better at hiding than they imagined.

Also more daring than they imagined.

The Mito River that crosses Fuyuki City is rippling, and the huge and ugly sea monster waved its tentacles and slapped the huge waves. The young master, who never knew the rules of magicians' escape from the world, cheered on the bridge, expecting his servants to lead him. Come for a bigger surprise.

All battles have temporarily stopped, and the heroic spirits who were supposed to be facing each other in this holy grail war had to stand on the same front to resist this dangerous monster together.

It must not be allowed to leave the Weiyuan River and go ashore. Once this monster goes ashore, the crowd watching the excitement on the shore will bear the brunt of it and become fodder, and the consequences will be disastrous.

So the masters also had to end the field, using barriers and magic to disperse as many onlookers as possible, leaving the battlefield empty for the heroic spirits.

But the Sea Demon is far stronger than they imagined, even Rider's army of the King of Noble Phantasms can't do anything about it. The more powerful Archer has no intention of intervening from the beginning, and after a symbolic attack, he is completely watching the fun.

The situation of the battle was anxious, and even faintly showing signs of decline, Emiya Kiritsugu called at this time.

Saber, who is tied with Rider and Archer in the three major ranks, has the Anti-Citadel Noble Phantasm that can directly destroy the Sea Demon, but because Saber's right hand was injured by Lancer's short spear and cannot be healed, this Noble Phantasm is equivalent to being sealed.

Emiya Kiritsugu simply stated this fact, he didn't expressly ask for anything, but everyone who heard him knew what he meant - unless Lancer destroyed his Noble Phantasm, no one could stop the Sea Demon.

What he gambled on was the chivalry upheld by Lancer, but the open conspiracy made people have to get into the trap.

Lancer is a genuine, honest and kind-hearted knight. He will never watch innocent people suffer disaster because of victory or defeat. Before Emiya Kiritsugu placed his bet, he knew that he would definitely win.

Lancer is not a fool, he also knows what Emiya Kiritsugu wants to do, Saber's master is a person who will do whatever it takes to win, he sets traps openly, and he himself is about to jump into it willingly.

"The one who wins now is not Saber or Lancer." He held the short spear, the weapon that accompanied him until death hummed slightly, as if sensing his thoughts, and made his palms feel hot.

The Master is probably going to be mad again this time.He thought about it, and continued: "The one who should win should be the chivalry we uphold, right?"

The short gun in his hand buzzed continuously, Lancer took a deep breath, and exerted force on his hand—

"In the name of the command spell, stop your movements, Lancer."

The unfamiliar voice actually activated the Command Seal, restraining Lancer and immobilizing him. A strange heroic spirit with the appearance of a child flashed, and before everyone could react in time, he snatched the short spear from Lancer's hand, and handed it to the A young man not far away.

"Thank you, Yaken." Zong Jue took the pistol Yaken Toshiro handed him, and the little puppy in his arms immediately jumped up and hugged Lancer angrily.

There were two red imprints on the back of his hand, and Lancer could clearly sense that some kind of connection was established between them.

"You are..." He remembered this young man and two strange heroes with obvious characteristics beside him. This person also took Kenneth away a few days ago, "Where is Lord Kenneth?"

Zong Jue said indifferently: "Kenneth is a very sensible student."

Knowing how to respect seniors, he obediently transferred the Command Seal to him just by mentioning it briefly. Although Sola was not very willing to give up the right to offer magic power, but for Zong Jue who had studied the Holy Grail system for several days , Forcibly modifying a demon offering object has not repaired Kenneth's magic power circuit, which is very difficult.

"You... are you also for the Holy Grail?" Rider's master, Weber, stared at the participant who suddenly came in halfway. He was already terrified to face Kenneth. Please take away Kenneth's Command Seal, his back was cold and his legs were shaking.

"Holy Grail?" Zong Jue's tone was shallow, with a bit of sarcasm unconsciously, "I have no interest in pinning my hopes on illusory wishing machines."

"Then you—" Lancer gripped his weapon tightly, and before he could react to the sudden change of master, his eyes turned red when he looked at Zong Jue.

"For him." Zong Jue rubbed the short spear in his hand, tilted his head and kissed the bright and sharp cold light of the spear tip lightly, "in response to his unwillingness, his resentment, his pain and anger."

"The so-called Holy Grail is worth nothing to me."