Chapter 249 Divination before going out is a good civilization
Lion Jie Jie Li was thinking hard, but he was good at necromantic magic. Although Chen Gong was a caster class servant, he was a strategist himself. He was better at breaking formations, killing enemies, and providing strategies. The two of them were completely professional.
Not right.
The ice pack that had just been put on was about to melt again. Chen Gong sorted out the chaotic magic power in Xiaoying's body. If he did this, he could last for dozens of minutes longer.
"Lord, if we continue like this, we will be dragged down. We must make up our minds. There is no victory without paying a price."
Chen Gong said with a serious face, he looked at the lion Jie Jieli, as if waiting for an answer.
"No, you can't do that."
Lion Jie Jieli shook his head resolutely, making it difficult to see his eyes behind his sunglasses.
"I promised that man that I would send this child to the Tohsaka family safely after the Holy Grail War."
"But if this is the case, it will be difficult for us to win the Holy Grail War."
Chen Gong asked aggressively. Under the incandescent light, he looked so cold, cruel and without mercy.
"Holy Grail..."
Lion Jie Jieli looked at his palm. The veins in his palm were like weathered branches. It is said that some magicians can calculate the approximate life span of a person from the veins in his palm. I don't know if it is true.
"My wish is about to come true, what about yours, Chen Gong, what is your wish?"
"my wish……"
The bamboo slip in Chen Gong's hand covered most of his face, his eyes were blurred, as if he was caught in some kind of memory.
………
In that long siege, in the winter that was about to pass, the city was finally captured by an old friend. Although the only thing waiting for the defeated military advisor was death, he had no fear about it, except for the slightest trace of it.
regret.
The flying general whom he respected as his lord would undoubtedly die. His old friend would not allow him to live. Those who are good at fighting would eventually die on the battlefield, but when I thought about it, I felt a little guilty.
There is no need to worry about the subordinate soldiers, they should be disrupted, reorganized and taken under their command. As for my family members in the city, they can only place their hopes on their old friends.
The current situation has collapsed to the point that it cannot be solved by relying on the advice of military advisors. There is no doubt that defeat has been decided and there is no way to recover.
At that time, I was standing on the city tower, overlooking the army below like black clouds looming over the city, and I couldn't help but recall my life in my mind.
Born in troubled times, I had great ambitions. When I was young, I made friends with famous people at home and talked about my ideals. I wanted to end this war-torn era, help the Han Dynasty, make achievements, and be famous in history.
Now that I am at the end of my rope, when I think back to the beginning, it is as dreamy and misty as a mirage. The ideal of helping the Han Dynasty is long gone, and only the deep attachment to all things in the world is left.
In that last scene, what he saw in a daze was not the captured city, but the spring feast that would never come.
It should be said that it was really unexpected. As a military advisor, I still don’t know myself well enough. My wish may be realized in the future. It’s a pity that I won’t be able to witness it with my own eyes at that time. When I think about it, it’s really a bit strange.
What a pity.
………
Chen Gong suddenly laughed out loud, which seemed a little baffling to Shi Zijie Jieli, and the tense atmosphere suddenly disappeared.
"What's wrong, Chen Gong?"
"It's nothing, I just thought of happy things."
Chen Gong put down the bamboo slips, straightened his clothes, and sat upright.
"Good moral character is an indispensable quality of a good lord. I am very happy to see this in you, lord. It's just that you seem to have misunderstood what I meant."
"If I remember correctly, there was a supervisor during the Holy Grail War. They were responsible for protecting the defeated Master and ensuring that the Holy Grail War was not discovered. So why don't we ask the supervisor for help?"
"Eh--?!"
Lion Jie Jieli opened his mouth subconsciously. It seemed that the information he collected through his family contained information about the supervisor. However, due to safety concerns and a natural rejection of the Holy Church, he never reported to the church.
Then he forgot about this matter. If Chen Gong hadn't reminded him, he would have forgotten that the position of supervisor existed.
"Wait a moment……"
Shishi Jieli took out a map of Fuyuki City from his pocket. If he remembered correctly, the church should be on the east side of the Miyuan River, where the new capital is located, and there is a certain person who is the supervisor of the Holy Grail War.
stronghold.
It was still quite far away from the cemetery where they were, almost spanning half of Fuyuki City, and to be honest, he really didn't want to deal with the priests from the Holy Church.
Of course, this is not because Shishi Jiejieli is personally biased against the Holy Church, but because all magicians are like this. The insurmountable gap in values alone determines that it is impossible for them to live in peace.
It can be said to be a miracle that the Holy Church at the entrance of the Clock Tower has survived several centuries without being bombed.
You must know that not every magician is good-tempered. In his memory, the latest magician Aozaki Yuko will be called "Painful Red" just because she is called "Painful Red"
They were all driven to death, causing quite a stir in the magic world.
Stop it, I can't think about it any more.
Lion Jie Jieli took a deep breath and tried to wash away the taboo title that could not be said from his mind. It would be terrible if he said it one day. He had no confidence that he could face a crowned magician.
.
He wrapped Sakura up in a blanket and held her gently in his arms. There was a gray family car parked in the open space at the door. It was just a cheap second-hand product and was used temporarily as a means of transportation during the Holy Grail War.
However, under Chen Gong's transformation, it has a speed exceeding that of a sports car and a hardness comparable to that of an armored vehicle. Chen Gong, who inherited the technology of the Xia Dynasty, is very interested in modern technology, which has been diluted countless times in the eyes of magicians.
The mystery of it also has merit in his eyes.
…
"But why do I always feel so frightened?"
Lion Jie Jieli sat in the driver's seat and murmured to himself.
"If you don't mind, I can give you a divination guide, my lord."
Chen Gong unfolded the bamboo slips he carried with him. Although this magic ritual passed down from the Xia Dynasty was not impressive in appearance, it was said to have been made by a former immortal and recorded many lost mysteries.
The moonlight fell and blended into the mottled surface of the bamboo slips. As the moonlight blended in, dark lines gradually emerged, forming divination lines.
Looking at the words that emerged, Chen Gong raised his eyebrows slightly and subconsciously adjusted his glasses with his hands.
"What's wrong? Is the hexagram bad?"
Lion Jie Jieli saw Chen Gong's slightly solemn expression through the rearview mirror and became nervous.
"It's not bad, but it's not great either. It's just that we're going to have some bumps this time."
[The sixth line of Kun hexagram and the ninth line of Qian hexagram are actually two kinds of line words that can be divined. It is really rare.]
Chen Gong pondered slightly, thoughtfully, and then gave his answer with a smile.