Next, Shen Er, what's your business?

Chapter 40 The Second Battle Ends
After a destructive storm shattered the battlefield, silence came.

The sound of waves hitting the rock wall, and the noise from the distant streets began to secretly decorate the night sky. It seems that with the departure of Lancer's Master, the barrier of isolation was lifted.

Saber looked at Rider, the initial intruder who interrupted her duel with Lancer, with extremely complicated eyes.

"What on earth did you come here for, King of Conquerors?"

"I don't know, I didn't think too much about it."

Facing Saber's question, the burly Servant shrugged indifferently as if it had nothing to do with him.

"Let the historians of later generations think about the reasons, plans, and those troublesome things. We heroes just need to do whatever we want, run on the battlefield with our blood in our arms."

"That's not what a king should say."

In Saber's disappointed answer, her attitude was firm.The King of Knights believes in chivalry, which is far from the unscrupulousness of the King of Conquerors.

Rider sniffed, and ignored Saber's provocative gaze.

"Every king's way of kingship is unique. As a king, I, as a king, and you, as a king, and the queen of the Kingdom of Shadows are different. Or do you just have to tell right from wrong?"

"This is exactly what I expected, I want to be here—" Saber swung the invisible sword stubbornly and stubbornly.

"Don't be so stubborn, little girl."

Scathach stretched out his right hand seemingly casually, but accurately grasped Saber's invisible blade. With a sudden force from his wrist, Saber's sword deflected to one side.

"A qualified fighter is not afraid of a strong enemy, but he should not provoke a strong enemy casually when he is not in good condition."

Scathach took the opportunity to grab Saber's left wrist while preaching to the younger generation.

If it was in a battle, even if Saber was injured, Scathach would not be able to grab her wrist, because Saber has a rather buggy skill——"Intuition", rank A.

Intuition is the ability to instantly recognize "the most suitable action for oneself" in battle. A level of intuition has entered the field of "predicting the future". It can predict the ballistic trajectory through wind and intuition, avoid the attack of firearms and firearms, and at the same time, it can eliminate visual and auditory obstacles to a certain extent.

With this skill, Saber was able to gain the upper hand in hand-to-hand combat with Lancer. Even Lancer's carefully calculated killing blow didn't fully work.

But now that he is not in battle, Scathach's movements are not hostile, so Saber's movements are half a beat slower, and Scathach grabs his left hand.

"Assassin!" Saber frowned, her heroic face was as cold as ice.

"Don't talk, and don't move."

Scathach pulled Saber's left hand away, and a pair of eyes full of magic brilliance penetrated the magic armor, looking directly at the wound on the forearm.

"The sea god's curse power level. If I manifested in the world as a Caster, there is still a way to solve it. Now I can only help you relieve it."

Under Saber's bewildered gaze, Scathach's left hand moved quickly on Saber's magic armor, depicting original runes one after another.

The special effect of Diarmuid's magic gun that will destroy the yellow rose comes from the rune rune added by Manano Mac Lear, the god of the sea. Scatha's original rune correspondence is just the right medicine, but it is limited by the position. Scathach couldn't use the original Rune of the power level, and couldn't break the curse of Yellow Rose.

The original rune took effect very quickly, and the pain that had been bothering Saber gradually subsided. Although the thumb of the left hand was still uncontrollable, it was much better than the state where the left hand was almost completely useless just now.

Saber moved her left hand, and solemnly saluted Scathach as a knight:
"Thank you so much, Assassin."

"It's nothing, this is a reward for your excellent battle with Lancer, didn't I say that? I like good fighters." The real strong will only act at their own pace, Archer is, Rider is, Scathach Not an exception, she gave Rider an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry, King of Conquerors, for interrupting the conversation between you. You can continue now. I won't intervene whether it's fighting or chatting."

"It doesn't matter, this king has no plans to fight tonight. As the king of conquerors, I will never imitate others to take advantage of others' danger."

Rider smiled lightly, and raised his fist teasingly.

"Saber, you make a deal with Lancer first. No matter who wins between you and Lancer, I am willing to be his opponent. Then the King of Knights and Assassin, we bid farewell for the time being. When we meet next time, I hope you can still be able to My blood is boiling. Kid, don’t you have anything suitable to say?”

The last sentence was addressed to his Master Waver.

"I, that me."

Wei Bo released his head-covering crouching posture and exposed his head from the chariot. His mouth trembled for a while, but he didn't utter a complete sentence.

"Ha~" Rider sighed helplessly, "You are also my master after all, can't you be a little manly? It's good to say a few handsome lines like the protagonists in war movies, and this king It’s obviously not like this when we get along.”

"or--"

Shinji jumped up from his hiding place, landed right next to Scathach, and half-jokingly said to Rider.

"——Let me say a few words and let Mr. Velvet choose one."

Rider squeezed his chin, looked at Shinji together with Waver whose body was stiff.

"Ahem, let's be a little bit more arrogant first—wahahaha, the Holy Grail will definitely belong to us, you should give up your mind as soon as possible."

"Or——I will tell you next time we meet that the Holy Grail is only for the strong."

This kind of cool and crazy speech fits Rider's personality best. He flicked his cloak and waved his hands, as if he was looking for a feeling: "This is good, I like it. Boy, what do you think?"

"No, no." Weber said weakly, "Are there any other options?"

"Then change it to something milder—well, the green mountains will not change, and the green water will flow forever. I look forward to having a wonderful duel with you guys next time." There are some differences between Japanese and Chinese, but Shen Er still expressed this Meaning, he has always felt that such words combined with the etiquette of handcuffing are very graceful (pretentious).

However, Weber was still dissatisfied: "Is there anything milder?"

Shen Er was also dissatisfied, his face sank, and he pulled his mouth: "I said boy, the Holy Grail War is also a war, how can you fight without any momentum, the person next to you has conquered a huge empire spanning Asia, Europe and Africa, you Don't weaken his momentum."

"Okay, okay, just choose this sentence."

Perhaps it was the King of Conquerors who gave Weber courage, or maybe it was the young version of Shinji's gag that eased his tension, he took a deep breath and shouted.

"The green hills don't change, and the green waters flow forever. I look forward to having a wonderful duel with a few of you next time. Uh, why does it feel a little weird? Is it the grammar or something wrong?"

"Don't pay attention to these details." Shinji waved his hand casually, and then gave Weber a thumbs up, "The next time a servant fights a servant, and the master fights the master, I look forward to fighting with you, Weber Velvet."

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"Hey hey hey hey!!!"

Weber's screams echoed under the night, clearly audible.

Rider laughed and pushed the master back to his seat, and then tightened the reins of the two divine bulls. The bull symbolizing the thunder of Zeus neighed, issued thunder and lightning, and shot lightning from its hooves to the sky.

"Goodbye!"

With the roar of thunder and lightning, Rider's chariot drove into the southern sky.

Scathach nodded to the two ladies, his body blending into the shadow of the shipping container.

"Master, let's exit too."

"Well, it's time too. Saber, and Ms. Irisviel, we will meet again soon."

Shen Er tugged on the cloak, his figure became thinner and thinner, and finally disappeared out of thin air, leaving only one sentence.

"The two above, stop pointing guns at me, okay, I really don't mean any harm."

(End of this chapter)