Night, not a dark night. Contrary to the night sky, the lights from the ground brighten the sky, and although the main color is still black, even without the help of any tools, it still makes the night feel like a very dark day.

I walked slowly and boredly on the country road, and after a whole day of fighting, the desire to fight at night was also squandered. It can be said that this whole day is more fulfilling than the first day, and Qing turned his head to look at the Master beside him. She was now immersed in thought, and for a moment there was no frolicking around her, and it seemed extremely quiet.

The fragments of the treasure have been collected by Qing, and although they are used by others, they are ultimately Qing's own belongings. In the Holy Grail War, Qing also gradually found some rules. The Servant's body was made by the magic of the Great Grail, and was not a Heroic Spirit body per se, and was largely suppressed to the point where humans could control it. To a certain extent, a heroic spirit with the same spirit personality as a god can definitely exert the destructive power of a god as long as his magic power is full!

But now, the Heroic Spirits of each rank can only be called Servants, and their own power cannot be fully realized. However, the Noble Phantasm is outside the specifications of the Holy Grail, and it is a unique weapon that is equivalent to the legend of the Heroic Spirit in front of it, and is bound to the Heroic Spirit Spirit. When the Spirit's Spirits are summoned, the Noble Phantasms will also be taken away by the Spirits.

It's an absolute force! The power that will determine the battle and even the final victory! The Noble Phantasm wields the true power of the Noble Phantasm with the swing of the Heroic Spirit, which is far beyond the power of the Servant itself. That's why the Servants are strong and weak. In the final analysis, it lies in the treasure.

Qing took out the fragment of the blade from his personal storage space, and there was a large extent of his past spells remaining on it, a magic that simulated his own body structure, and a storage magic that linked nerves to convey combat skills. These sound simple, but they are extremely complex, and Qing's own body structure cannot be classified as human.

Therefore, it was necessary to use the method of technique to write the structure of these own bodies on inorganic objects, and Qing also spent a lot of effort to study these things at that time. Although I don't know that my treasure is shattered like this, the stability of the technique is like Qing's body, and it still retains its normal ability. It's just a lot, much smaller!

Just like the former Gungnir's Spear, although this fragment can't make itself substantially stronger, it can allow Qing to regain his former strength to a certain extent, and let this living body gain exceptional strength! A power that cannot be compared!

Maybe he could find a chance to retrieve all the fragments, but Qing thought about it anyway. That's all the power of the past, and Qing Bu is optimistic about keeping up with his back. Qing likes to look forward even more, and use his current hands to create heights that he has never reached!

Maybe these are all deceiving themselves, Qing hooked the corners of his mouth, he is used to deceiving others, and maybe even he has deceived himself. Qing knew what she was thinking, and she knew what she was for. The pursuit of power, Qing will always put it in a position that he can see, but will never pursue madly.

Walking slowly, the clouds in the sky were slightly red by the lights of the city. It seems that it is the end of autumn, and the cold wind at night is a little colder than expected. Although Qing couldn't feel this low level of cold, a snow painting had shrunk behind his back.

Turning her head to look at a snow painting behind her, she was rubbing her hands to keep warm. Just like what is said in the Internet, you have to be graceful, not warm. In addition, the population in the countryside is not as dense as in the city, and the cold air is also a normal imagination. Just a little longer to get back to the city and you'll be back to normal.

Caster --------- I said. That crazy guy didn't die, did he? ----I thought about it and thought about a lot of things, but it was normal in the original battle, but in the end you kept your hand in one go----- and then at the end you directly killed him with a single sword. -----You let him go, didn't you? ”

This is basically the same time as Qing turning his head to look at her, giving Qing the feeling that he personally bumped into it! However, her question is indeed quite sensitive, so Qing shook her head, because of this question, Qing's own personal thoughts.

---------In a way, the man did hang up. The man who wielded the huge sword, looked crazy, and was mentally crazy, no longer existed. I think it's just one less weapon of battle for the Templars. That's all I know, what's the point? ”

Qing looked ahead again, and his smiling expression was just like what was shown in his performance, and Qing was in a good mood. The battle was very enjoyable, and there were no regrets left in the end. And Qing didn't lie, that crazy cleric really didn't exist anymore.

"I hate you guys who talk all day long, half-talking, and don't understand what kind of god stick you have to pretend. Oh! ~ Forget, according to the magic side, gods don't need to pretend to be any magic sticks, and the same goes for false gods. ”

She was definitely teasing herself, Qing knew that she couldn't be called a god, and Ichijo Yuki also knew that Qing wouldn't put this kind of name given by others on her head. She basically did this to repay Qing's half-hung punishment, and Qing did pretend to be a magic stick for a while!

"You don't really need to think too much about these things, the madman is gone, it won't appear now, and it will be the same in the future. I can tell from the look in your eyes that you don't know him, so no matter what the future holds, you're unlikely to run into that crazy clergyman again. ”

Before you know it, the surrounding houses have begun to grow, and there is indeed more time than ever to have someone to chat! A large part of the cold air flow was resisted by the house, and a snow painting also walked out from behind Qing, with a very unhappy expression.

"At the end of the day, you still haven't said everything. However, I'm not stupid, you said so, it's no fun for me to ask. This matter can be thrown aside, and now I'm going to ask another thing! ”

She walked up to Qing and raised a finger to Qing's nose.

"The old lady bought you a new dress, and you are embarrassed to wear it when you are so dirty! Don't think I'm soft-hearted if you're pretty. Let me tell you, we don't have any washing machines in our camp, and you have to do it by hand! “

A snow painting reached out and picked up Qing's dirty ponytail, just like she said, Qing did have a lot of mud on her body that she got during the battle! And it's not impossible to use magic to clean clothes, but no magician would be so boring to expend magic to do a delicate and thankless task like cleaning the sludge.