At the other end of the Far East, Roland didn't know that a strange pair was officially established in the Clock Tower.
Perhaps because he has solved a lot of troubles, Roland has been living quite peacefully these days. Except for his daily meetings with Kotomine Kirei, there is nothing worth worrying about every day. Under this premise, relying on his own hand model , he can still barely maintain a balance between the influence of his fetish for hands and his peaceful life.
"Fuyuki City, this is a beautiful city."
Leaning under a tree that stretched out from Central Park, Roland put the hand mold on his hand, treating it like a tableware, and took small bites of the sandwich.
The toasted bread was smeared with a thin layer of yellow mustard, and the fried crispy bacon was topped with butter-fried eggs. There was another layer of bacon on top of the eggs, and there was not a single green vegetable. It was Roland who was in the weather. An indulgent sandwich that I only make once when the weather is really good.
Kira Yoshikage's bonded spirit is also being steadily digested. It seems that when this Holy Grail War ends, his influence will completely disappear.
The traces of the Pact Spirit that caused unknown effects are also coming out. Next, if you make good use of the Killer Queen's first sight kill, and the purpose is not to seize the Holy Grail, but to capture the Pact Spirit, the pressure will be much less. .
Moreover, if he encounters an extreme and irreversible situation, Roland will have the most critical trump card.
The third bomb: The loser eats the dust. This is a magic that is enough to reverse time. It can be called a spring and autumn cicada. Don't be particularly reckless, it is still enough to save the defeat.
Although Roland is not particularly interested in this ability, after all, the conditions for its use are too troublesome.
"Well, forget it, don't think about it that much, I'm not a righteous partner..."
In the rare warm sunshine in winter, Roland enjoyed this comfortable time. However, uninvited guests always came unexpectedly.
"Roland, I'm very disappointed."
The rickety old man didn't know when he appeared on the other side of the big tree and said in a hoarse voice.
"Um?"
Roland raised his head and glanced at the sandwich in his hand, "This is delicious. I made it myself. If it is sold outside, it will definitely become a signature dish."
Who asked you this?
Matou Zangken roared in his heart, and his malicious eyes seemed to be frozen at this moment.
"Huh?" Roland shook his head in distress, "Even if you look at me like this, I can't help it. I only made one portion and can't share it with you. If you really want to eat it, I'll pass on the recipe later. You."
"cough!"
Matou Zangken knocked the crutch in his hand heavily, with a sad look on his face. Every time he got along with Roland, he felt something was wrong.
Even though they were all in the midst of the dangerous Holy Grail War, this guy still seemed to be aloof from the incident, with an alien indifference.
"What I'm asking about is the Holy Grail War! The peace these days has been the last calm before the storm. The other masters' holy relics have basically arrived. I'm afraid the time to summon the heroic spirits is imminent, right? But he still looks lazy."
"It doesn't matter. Your goal is not the Holy Grail anyway, right? Neither am I. Finding fun while being as calm as possible is the true meaning of the Holy Grail War."
Roland's attitude was lukewarm.
"Jie Jie," Matou Zouken couldn't help but laugh out loud as he looked at Roland's expression full of mischief.
"Although I hate your appearance, we are indeed the same kind."
"how you said that?"
Roland slowly put away the sandwich, sealed the bag, and prepared to eat it later. The rotten smell of Matou Zoken's body had already affected his appetite.
"While pursuing a certain goal, you are always attracted by other things, right? It is obviously more correct to give up unnecessary emotions for the first goal, but I have long understood it in my long life. , compared to the distant goal, the scenery along the way may bring more fun.”
"In the eyes of ordinary humans, compared to magicians who can understand logic, guys like us are more like monsters who can't get along with each other."
Matou Zangken took a look at the hand model in Roland's hand, as well as the somewhat drunken look on Roland's hand, and whispered.
"I just felt like it was a mockery of me."
Roland sighed, "So, what is your purpose of coming today?"
"Confirm your progress and be prepared for the help I will provide in the future. At least, you should confirm the class of heroic spirit you want to summon. Otherwise, how can I prepare the holy relics for you?"
Although he has not thought about this aspect at all in the past few days, Roland has already thought of the answer to this point.
"Caster, just prepare some holy relics for me."
"Are you sure? This is one of the two weakest classes."
"Weakness or strength depends on who you compare with. In the Holy Grail War, no one will really believe in the king vs. the king, but the general."
After watching many Holy Grail Wars, Roland dare not say that he understands the game, but at least, from the perspective of an ordinary person, Caster is a very good choice.
The most important thing is that as long as they are not guest appearances, orthodox casters basically have the ability to cheat. Compared with the gradually degenerating mysteries of modern times, their knowledge and power are the few that can bring changes to the world.
Whether it's making props or serving as a teacher, these are all real benefits. Isn't it more fragrant than some illusory Holy Grail?
"I saw you right," Matou Zangyan was very satisfied when he heard Roland's answer. "An ordinary Master cannot be Caster's opponent. This is even better than Assassin."
The person who knows the magician best is the magician himself.
"For Caster, I happen to have a very good holy relic in my hand, and I will hand it over to you later."
"Well, compared to this, I am more concerned about another thing, things that provide magic power. Are you ready? I chose Caster partly because she needs less magic power. As an ordinary person, I In the case of a leading contract, is it really easy to change the magic power provider?"
"Generally speaking, of course not. After all, this contract is directly given by the Holy Grail, but...who do you think I am? In the Holy Grail contract, the system was changed and the Command Seal was given the absolute command power over heroic spirits. , it’s the Matou family.”
Matou Zangyan gave Roland reassurance with a rather arrogant expression.
"I dare to say that there is no one in the Matou family who understands command spells better than me, no matter whether it is the previous generation or the descendants. I will give that thing to you tomorrow."
Having said this, Matou Zouken seemed to have thought of something funny, grinning with a weird smile, and glanced at the touch of Roland's hand.
"I promise, you will be quite satisfied. I just hope you can restrain yourself and not ruin it before the war is over."
"What's the meaning?"
Roland asked with some confusion, but Matou Zangyan had no intention of answering and left directly.
After dealing with Matou Zouken, that familiar figure appeared in the shop again until night.
"Four mapo tofu bento boxes, please help me settle the bill."
"OK."
Roland picked up the bento skillfully and started to check out. Since the last meeting, Kotomine Kirei has been coming to the store where he works every day, and in the evening he will buy all the discounted Mapo Tofu bento, faintly It has the intention of becoming an urban ghost story.
"Kotomine-kun really likes eating mapo tofu, here you go."
After filling the bag and handing it to Kotomine Kirei, the depressed priest did not leave as usual. There was also a look of hesitation on his face.
"Huh? Is there anything else, Kotomine-kun?"
Roland was a little confused. In the past few days, he had been wearing gloves under the pretext of cashiering. Kotomine Kirei had never paid attention to this aspect, so he shouldn't have exposed his master's identity like this.
Moreover, until now, Kotomine Kirei had not looked at the back of his hand, but just in case, he was still prepared to call out the Killer Queen.
"Jun Luolan..."
Kotomine Kirei also took a deep breath. At the end, he gently held the cross on his chest and looked at Roland with a serious face.
"What is life...?"
"?"
Did you go to the wrong set? Is this what a priest should say? Are you not a voice actor?
Roland moved his body slightly, subconsciously moving a little further away from Kotomine Kirei.
