Accompanied by Artoria's paintings.

A unique mark gradually appeared on the slate.

That's an eye.

Equipped with a floating pattern, it doesn't seem to be a magic array, just some kind of mark.

Emiya Kiritsugu searched in his memory, intending to find a mark that matched this figure, and there were many similar ones, but they didn't find it at all.

That is, at the moment when the last stroke falls.

Buzz –

The air shook violently.

Emiya Kiritsugu's face changed suddenly.

This feeling is countless times stronger than when he first summoned the Heroic Spirit, obviously there is no oppressive feeling, but even his breathing involuntarily stopped, his heartbeat beat like a drum, but the magic in his body fell into stagnation and did not flow, as if there was another world, an incomparably shocking, incomparably terrifying world slowly opening up in front of him.

So much so that the head went blank.

It was as if there was only one voice shouting.

He has seen it!

He has seen it!

Emiya Kiritsugu didn't know who he was, and he didn't know why he was frightened, but his emotions seemed to have been violently intervened, and he couldn't even resist the mind, and he had a feeling that even if he was going to lose everything in the next moment, he could only bear it sluggishly.

"Series—"

A consciousness suddenly appeared in his mind, and it rolled up like a vast bell, clearing away all fear, all confusion, leaving only countless jars floating in consciousness.

He suddenly understood.

It's a set that makes him choose the bounty.

There is only one second to think.

"Weapons! I want a powerful weapon! ”

Emiya Kiritsugu shouted loudly, and he sat down on the ground, lowering his gaze, trembling slightly, not because of fear, but because of ambition and expectation.

He didn't know who exactly was behind the pattern.

But—he already felt it very deeply, it was absolutely extraordinary!

This is the opportunity.

Even if the rest of the Masters had this chance, it was still his chance.

Because he has no bottom line, he can abandon everything he has for the sake of the goal, he will fight cautiously, he knows very well how to deal with those arrogant magicians, he can make the most of all opportunities by any means!

So what he shouted out was a weapon.

Instead of wanting power.

He sees power as a mere tool, and weapons are more useful than his own strength.

The unknown gaze was fading, and Emiya Kiritsugu's heart sank, he thought that he had not been able to get the gift, but he saw the disappearance of those riches, and he was a little happy, as expected, one after another, items appeared on the pattern, and even more and more, that is....... Hundreds of jars?

All was at peace.

The pattern became very light, so faint that only shallow traces remained, and the air flowed again, and Emiya Kiritsugu gasped for breath, looking at the pile of jars in front of him excitedly and blankly, his clothes had been completely lost by sweat.

"Kiritsugu."

Alice Fell hurriedly helped her husband up, and the beautiful wife had concern and worry in her eyes.

"I'm fine." Emiya Kiritsugu reassured, his gaze shifted to the silent Artoria, and swallowed, "That...... What exactly? ”

Although it was calm now, the feeling when the indescribable consciousness appeared just now seemed to be deeply embedded in the soul.

It will never be forgotten for the rest of your life.

Emiya Kiritsugu is undoubtedly a strong-willed man.

The reputation of the magician killer has been earned through countless battles, he is not afraid of death, he is calm at all times, he can abandon everything in order to achieve the justice he believes in, and he only wants to become a machine without the slightest hesitation, he knows and trusts his will very well.

But just now.

What he trusts, and even the will to live, is like a porcelain full of cracks.

Artoria faced her master's inquiry, and was silent for a few moments.

Shaking his head, he said:

"I don't know, I can't describe the feeling, because all the magic and legends I've ever encountered in the past seem to be incomparable."

Even if it's inhibition.

Artoria actually had not spoken, and she could feel that the will had stayed in her body for a long time, not oppressive or harsh, until in the end, it seemed that it was a pity that she was not ready to exchange the items for the gift.

This is by no means a delusion.

Artoria couldn't help but wonder what she would get if she had prepared her belongings as well.

Her eyes were on the jars in front of her.

Seeing that he could not get any more useful information from Artoria, Emiya Kiritsugu also looked at the "gifts" he had exchanged for gold, silver, treasures, antiques, and money.

Two hundred smaller jars, and eighteen larger jars.

It looks ordinary.

"That's a lot." Emiya Kiritsugu took a deep breath to calm his mind, "Now, at least one thing is certain, this Holy Grail War is really going to be different, that kind of interference...... Are there seven more warriors sent by that being? ”

These are unforeseen and unpredictable changes.

No doubt.

The war will become more complicated.

We can only hope that these "gifts" in front of us will not be too bad.

Emiya Kiritsugu walked over, stretched out his hand, and opened the first jar.

Inside is a dagger.

It's very sharp, and it doesn't look special.

He stretched out his hand and waved it a few times, and couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

He did ask for weapons, but not like that.

sighed inwardly.

He opened a second jar, and this time, a ball of light went straight into his mind.

"Kiritsu?" Alice Fell seemed taken aback.

"It's fine." Emiya Kiritsugu's eyes lit up, "I seem to have a little idea of what's inside these jars. ”

With that, he immediately opened the third, which contained several bat-shaped darts, then the fourth, and then the fifth......

The weapon series includes a variety of weapons, light clusters that enhance physical fitness, and light clusters that increase the experience of using weapons......

A first-level jar that doesn't have too many powerful items.

However, two hundred jars are enough to turn an ordinary person into a strong man with all kinds of weapons.

Alice Phil watched with a somewhat dull expression as her husband wielded an ancient oriental sword impenetrable.

Even when he danced the sword, he threw out a few darts and nailed them neatly to the wall.

Then the belt around his waist gave off a faint light, and the figure flickered, and several apparitions appeared, which seemed to be to the left, but the person came to the right.

The belt on display at the end is the only grand prize among these first-class jars.