"The small Holy Grail that can contain the souls of servants, here I give it to you."
Michael, who was in the Tower of Babel building, regained consciousness. He looked at the golden little Holy Grail in his hand, and then threw it to Paracelsus who was standing aside.
"Sir Mikael, I have a question for you."
Paracelsus took the Little Holy Grail. He also saw everything that happened under the Fuyuki Church through magic. After hesitating for a while, he finally asked.
"Well, tell me."
Mikael nodded, and then looked at the scabbard [Avalon] that he took away from Irisviel's body.
"That android woman, was she really resurrected by you? I'm sorry, I don't doubt your power, but I don't quite understand the so-called resurrection."
"She is the Irisviel of the past, but not the Irisviel of the present. The time you can observe flows in one element, but it is also moving and still. Whether she is Irisviel depends on how you go about it.
Got it."
"Mikael-kun~~You are the only one left."
Suddenly, the voice of Sha Tiao's love song came from outside the door. Michael put Avalon away, then stood up and walked towards the door, patting Paracelsus on the shoulder.
"The so-called [Resurrection] is fundamentally a false concept. In the records of the origin, life and death are just two stages of life. Okay, Paracelsus, please go and improve it first.
[Anonymous Spirit Base Bar], through this experiment, you must have ideas for optimization and improvement."
When I opened the door, I saw a set of mahjong machines placed in the center of the living room. Everyone else had already taken their seats, except for Mikael.
Mikael glanced at his May friends. Except for Mei Lian, Aige and Qingzi were all his own. They exchanged glances quickly. This was an event that had been discussed long ago, especially when Qingzi heard that Mei Lian was
After becoming a big dog owner, he sharpened his knife and vowed to Mei Lian that he would kill him.
Mei Lian couldn't help but shudder, feeling the world's deep malice towards him. Although he had only been in contact for a short time, this oriental chess and card game still left a deep impression on him. In the long life of the Dead Apostle, entertainment
It is also an essential behavior.
He was naturally aware of Mikael's plan, but he did not flinch. In terms of combat effectiveness alone, he might not be as good as Mikael, but if it was a chess and card game, Mei Lian was confident to compete with him.
He is also a world-famous gambling saint.
[Huh, just Mikael, I will definitely tell him that he will never come back!]
Mei Lian confidently grabbed a card and prepared to show Mikael the necessary training of the ancestor of the ancient Dead Apostles.
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In the stronghold of the Menggui Group, Sugar Er was just sharpening his knife silently. The sunlight fell on his face, making his solemn face look like it was made of pig iron.
It has been confirmed that Dad and the fat fox have been killed, and the murderers are people from Babel. The two largest gangs in the new district are almost falling apart overnight. This is the thunderous method of the Babel Group.
What is certain is that the Tower of Babel Group will never give up. With their usual domineering style, they will definitely be driven away and killed.
Without his father, the Menggui Group is like without a brain and backbone. Although everyone is optimistic that he will be the heir, Sugar Er Er knows that he is not the leader. If the group is handed over to him,
, I'm afraid it won't be long before it's disbanded.
Dong dong dong——
A sudden knock on the door interrupted his complicated thoughts.
"Please come in."
With the sound of the door opening, the tall and thin man wearing a plain feather fabric walked in. He looked at Sugar Er Er who was sharpening his knife, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.
"Who are you……?"
Sugar frowned slightly in February. If he remembered correctly, the man in front of him should be the reinforcements invited by the Fire Crow Group from Tokyo. Why did he appear in the stronghold of the Fierce Ghost Group?
"Let me introduce myself, my name is Liang Yishou."
[Liangyi...what a weird surname.]
Sartang Eryue muttered in his heart, but he still nodded. Although he didn't know what he wanted to do with him when he came here, he could roughly guess it.
"Welcome to the Menggui Group, Mr. Liangyi, my name is Sutang Eryue."
So he stretched out his hand and released his kindness.
Liang Yishou took Shatang Eryue's extended hand, smiled the same way, and then the two of them sat on the floor.
"This time, I was originally invited by an old friend to come to Fuyuki City to help him deal with some problems. I didn't expect that such a change would happen."
He sighed slightly, looked at the scenery outside the window, his eyes full of sadness, and then continued.
"Although my old friend cannot be called a good person, he is definitely not a bad person. Although he will not end well in the underworld, I still hope that he will have a good ending. But when I think about the fact that we were here yesterday
Drinking and chatting happily, today there is a separation between yin and yang, which is really amazing."
"Long Yijun's old friend is..."
"This is the guy you call the [Fat Fox]. I have tried to persuade him to lose weight many times, but that guy always ignored me and laughed."
Liang Yishou's eyes fell on the sword in front of Sutang Eryue. As a master of swordsmanship, he was as familiar with swords as his own limbs.
"Then Mr. Liangyi, you..."
Sugar frowned slightly in February. The man in front of him gave him a different feeling, as if he was going to die calmly.
"Yes, that's what Mr. Sugar thinks. Do you have the courage to join us and raise the sword of rebellion against the Tower of Babel Group? Even if we die here, we must make the Tower of Babel Group pay the price!"
Liang Yishou's words were resounding. He stared hard into Sugar Er Er's eyes. His sharp gaze was like a sharp sword, making it almost impossible for Sar Tang Er Er to look straight.
"Feel sorry……"
Sugar subconsciously looked away in February. He had not thought about revenge, but he had to think about the Menggui Group. Fighting against the Tower of Babel Group was to use an egg against a stone. Everyone in the Menggui Group could not waste their lives in vain.
"Brother February——!"
Suddenly, the door was violently pushed open again, and Koizumi burst in. Behind him were other brothers from the Fierce Ghost Group. They must have been listening outside the door for a long time.
"We are not afraid of death. What does this fate mean? If they kill dad, we will repay tooth for tooth, blood for blood, ten times as much! Killing one of the dogs from the Tower of Babel will not be a loss, killing two will be blood."
earn!!"
Koizumi shouted excitedly, his body was trembling, his eyes were red and bloodshot, and he looked like a ferocious evil ghost.
"Yes, brother February, we have long disliked those dogs in the Tower of Babel."
"If they killed dad, we will kill them. A gangster man can be lifeless, but he must be bloody!"
………
"You did this?"
Shatang Eryue looked at Liang Yishou, and his eyes suddenly became dangerous, like a dormant lion opening its eyes.
"No, it has nothing to do with me, it's their own thoughts."
Liang Yishou stood up, shook his head, and put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.
"Repay debts with money and kill with life. This is a matter of course."