"You filthy stone......"

Tong Yanye was a little unconvinced, he knew very well that he didn't know how long his 'grandfather' would live, but he had always insisted on mysticism, and even those who had a good relationship with Tang's family did not necessarily know about his existence.

But the boy in front of him......

"These are the little things." Wang Mu waved his hand. "The 60-year Holy Grail War is about to begin, and one of the landlords of the Dong family is also preparing for this war. I think, born among the children of the Tong family, you must have heard of the root of this, right?"

"I did hear that." Tong Yan nodded at night, and then asked a question.

"But what does that have to do with cherry blossoms?"

"I'm going to get to the point."

Wang Mu opened his mouth wide and showed a gloomy smile.

"The Holy Grail War is a game between the hero and the master, but because of the decline of the blood, the Tong family has not been able to find enough people who meet the conditions, so the Tong organ inkstone only wants to rely on the power of external blood to get the right participation in the war, external blood Sakura.

"That's why he's marrying Sakura as his stepdaughter." Wang Mu raised his eyebrows.

"Disgusting old fellow... However, that girl really has enough enviable qualifications, not only has the temperament in the air - shadow, but also has the strong blood support of ten generations, Tong Ying will undoubtedly become a very good master......"

"But! Wang Mu raised his voice. "The time to become a master is never now."

"She was too young to perform the magic that held the spirit of the world together. But before this sixty-year feast, do you think she will pass up a precious opportunity?

"He won't."

So he transformed Sakura, ravaged Sakura, and completely overdrew her body through 'insect magic', so that she could meet the most basic conditions for war, and as a result, Sakura was freed from the consciousness of human death.

After speaking, Wang Mu calmly stared at the gloomy Tong Yan night on his face.

"So, what do you do with an ordinary person who doesn't even know what a magician is?" Will you be killed by a dirty inkstone that rushes by, or will you silently watch a young girl die?"

After being silent for a long time, Tong Yan finally raised her head and stared at Wang Mu.

"You told me there was a purpose, didn't you?"

"Yes."

Wang Mu nodded. "I can help you get the cherry tree back. Maybe it's hard to deal with this cherry tree with my own strength, but ......"

He untied the black cloth wrapped around his left hand, revealing Master's bright red spell.

"No, I called a servant. With the power of the Heroic Spirit, we can easily achieve our goals. ”

"So what do I do?"

Tong Yan is not stupid at night, when a person will help you inexplicably, so this person is not your father, it is someone else.

- Especially magicians.

"Help me". Wang Mu said that the black cloth was re-rolled. "In the name of 'Jiantong Night', I became an ally in the Battle of the Holy Grail."

"Your ally?

Tong Yan was stunned for a moment overnight, and then laughed at herself.

"Like you said, I'm just a normal guy and don't even have a magic circuit. How can I participate in this magician contest? Can you turn me into a magician?"

"I can't, but I can."

“…”

Tong Yan was silent at night, and he quickly remembered the association.

No one knows his evil magic better than him, and once he is implanted with a worm in his body, he becomes a dirty inkstone on the puppet's body, and can no longer go against the will of the old magician. Even so, if you can get the magician's qualification, the Night of the Blood Goose between the bodies will immediately get a spell.

But as a price, the wild goose night must pay with his life. Even if the war did not die from other princes, but the insects that were engraved in such a short period of time were cultivated, the wild goose night was also etched by the insect flesh, but only lived for a few years.

"Can I be the head of the family instead of Sakura?"

"Ah, probably."

… This is your destiny. Wang Mu thought of this with regret.

At the end of the day, I still admire this kind uncle, but now he constantly attacks his weaknesses, psychological and moral oppression with words......

Sure enough, I also slowly changed it no, it's part of the future. I just won the race ahead of me.

And your answer? Wang Mu continued to oppress. "After hesitation, the poor girl will most likely be invaded by insects.

“… I agree.

Finally, the wild goose night decided.

He stood up and looked at Wang Mu with a firm gaze, without retreating.

"As long as you can save Sakura, even if you want my life!" Wang Mu, I promise you your conditions! If you keep your word, then I will help you win this war as a person.

"Good".

Wang Mu nodded, breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled.

"Now, hurry back to Winterwood, maybe you can catch up with the old man and save Sakura." If you have called your servant, come back to me. My servants are spearmen, and you will know how to find me. "As long as we're together for a while, we're going to take action and take out that old guy."

There's no need to stay any longer. Wang Mu got up and prepared to leave.

But halfway through eating, he stopped again.

"On the night between Tong Yan, I don't hate you as a person, so don't die."

After speaking, Wang Mu stopped caring about him and walked straight outside.

--

Wang Mu was busy preparing for war, and as far away as Enzbelen Castle in Germany, he finally waited for the holy relics they needed.

"I didn't expect to find this thing......"

Wei Gong thought about this, and he also felt quite surprised.

Scabbard.

The texture of gold, embellished with dazzling blue enamel, is such a luxurious set, not so much. The weapon is like a crown and like a scepter, revealing the majesty of the Lord. In the middle is engraved a long-lost fairy text...... It is proven that the scabbard was made by a non-human hand.

“… Why is there no blemish? Was this really 1,500 years ago?" Wei Gong asked suspiciously.

"It's just a conceptual treasure in itself. Of course, it will be weathered into matter, not to mention a magical artifact as a medium, which is precious magic.

Alice Phil took out the gold sheath from the lined box and held it in her hand.

"Legend has it that only when the scabbard adapts to the body can the sword-wielder be healed; Can stagnate aging... Of course, only if its 'original owner' gives it magical powers. ”

"That is, it can also serve as a 'master's treasure', as long as it is used by summoned heroes."

"Possibly". Alice Field said hesitantly. "But only if the owner of the treasure provides magic."

"Alas...... King Arthur ......"

Wei Gong frowned and lit a cigarette in annoyance.