"You actually know the old man's name. It seems that you are not the lucky one who knows nothing about the Holy Grail War?" The corner of Matou Zouyan's mouth curled into a strange arc, "Send this kind of thing to the old man, what do you want from the Matou family?" The decaying old man took out an ancient book from the sleeve of his kimono, which was the loot that Roland got from Ryunosuke Uyuu. "A little bit of help." Roland smiled, as if he was not frightened by Matou Zouken's appearance at all. It is true that this old man has a bald head, thin limbs, and sunken eye sockets. After yesterday's incident, Roland's tolerance to disgusting things has improved a lot. "Want to get help? Matou Zouken narrowed his eyes slightly, and tapped lightly with the hand holding the crutch. "This book was left over from the Second Holy Grail War more than a hundred years ago. It should be left by the guy who ran away in despair after failing a few days ago. of." "But even then, that guy can barely be called an orthodox magician, so even if he fails, he is full of unwillingness and desire, but the old man can't feel that kind of clear desire on your body. Woolen cloth?" The old man stared at Roland with a hale and hearty look in his pupils.
He was the original founder of the Holy Grail War, a major event that affected the moon. Although they belong to the same three families, but compared to Tohsaka, who has an orderly inheritance, and Einzbern, whose members are all androids, the real master of the Matou family has always been this thin old man. He abandoned his former name, abandoned his former family, and put everything he had into that pathetic ambition, but the irony is that even that wish was abandoned in a long time. Now he, It's just an old monster named Matou Zouken who survived by relying on obsession. However, even though his strength has regressed, his vision has grown deeper. When the magic circuit is deliberately closed, it is difficult to detect the breath of magic power, but Matou Zouken is convinced in his heart that the young man in front of him is definitely not a magician. If you have joined the magic way, no matter whether your ideal is justice or evil, no matter whether your aptitude is excellent or inferior, it is absolutely impossible to show such eyes. As calm as a plant, it seems that you are forced to participate, and you are not interested in it at all. "Ah, that's right, I'm not a magician. To be precise, I don't have what is called a magic circuit." To Matou Zouken's surprise, Roland readily admitted this. "You can't even build a magic channel. What kind of arrogance do you have to participate in the Holy Grail War? What qualifications do you have to join this grand event?" Matou Zouken felt a burst of disappointment. This morning, he suddenly received a note in the mailbox of Matou's house that also recorded the location of the book. He thought he would find new fun, but it turned out to be just an arrogant Madman? "I'm not interested in you anymore, this thing should be returned to its original owner, boy, you should live smarter in your next life," Matou Zouken threw the book in his hand to Roland. Although the other party did choose a good place, in order not to let the mystery leak out, the magicians really couldn't cause a big commotion, but for a monster like him who sucked life and survived That said, this taboo is not absolute. In that book, his worms were already covered. When approaching the other party, they would quickly penetrate into the body, eat the flesh and internal organs of the host, and finally become a corpse puppet under his control. . That must be fun. "hehe--" Matou Zouken let out a creepy laugh, which slowly penetrated into the cold air. The dilapidated book was flying in a steady arc in mid-air. There were only a few wormholes all over the book, and from time to time black worms poked out hideous mouthparts from the hole. "Really? I can't see it all. It's ridiculous to talk about qualifications. If you have to talk about it,"
Roland said with a cold smile: "—that power is my qualification." The Killer Queen's arm stretched out from him, grabbing the book first, and the next, the flames flashed away, and the silent explosion was completed in an instant. A small insect nest was transformed by Matou Zouken, and the props that could already be called ritual dresses were destroyed in an instant, leaving no room for resistance. Matou Zouken's laughter stopped abruptly. He knows the strength of his familiars. Although they look disgusting, those insect familiars have sharp mouthparts like blades, and their bodies are extremely hard. Ordinary weapons can't hurt them at all, and they also have excellent resistance to high temperatures. , but in an instant, he was destroyed by the guy in front of him. "A guardian spirit... but its strength and ability are very abnormal. Is it a super power or a supernatural power?" In Xingyue, although magicians are the main group who exercise supernatural powers, ordinary humans also have abnormal powers due to factors such as goblins and innate talents. Moreover, in many cases, the strength of this kind of ability is even better than that of ordinary magicians. "It's called Killer Queen, and its ability is to turn objects it touches into bombs that detonate as I please, anything, whether it's a small coin, or an entire human being." "Is it okay to expose your ability so easily?" "It doesn't matter, anyway, it doesn't matter if the ability of the killer queen is known to others." Roland looked at Matou Zouyan, and slowly stretched out his right hand. Good relationship." Matou Zouken stared at the three crimson Command Spells on the back of Roland's hand, his cloudy eyes seemed to light up. He looked at the young man in front of him again. On his apparently handsome appearance, there was a smiley expression, a sense of danger that didn't match his physique. What depresses Matou Zouken the most is Roland's dark and cold pupils. I can't see any unnecessary expectations, only despair and tranquility like falling into a bottomless abyss, and nothingness with a sense of destruction. Just looking into these eyes made Matou Zouken tremble slightly. He immediately accepted Roland's request, whether it was providing suitable holy relics, granting financial and intelligence assistance, or the most troublesome magic channel. It's not because he has much hope for Roland's victory, it's just a very simple reason. They are the same kind, and they are all the same kind who need to be satisfied by devouring the lives of others. Although the means are different and the nature is also different, but this natural viciousness cannot be erased. Pushing such a person to the side of the enemy is definitely not a smart thing to do. ——What's more, in this Holy Grail War, he already had a reason to need a sharp knife. "So, what is your request?" After reaching an agreement, Roland said casually: "Is it the chance to make a wish for the Holy Grail? It doesn't matter if I give you that kind of thing?" As Roland, who knew the truth about this session long ago, he made up his mind not to mix this kind of poisonous desire. He has already decided that once he has the opportunity, he will blow up this broken cup again and let the other party know that he is dragging people. What happens when you come in. Moreover, he is also very curious about Matou Zouken's purpose. Even if he showed his ability as a powerful foreign aid, in the original book, the opponent should not have hope for this war. Judging from today's performance, this old man The worm was also too easy to talk, and he fully agreed to Roland's request. "No, no, no... As the first wave of investment, how dare I ask for so many things?" Matou Zouyan squeezed out a kindly smile on his face, "Even if you don't rely on Matou, you can get these things yourself, so the old man will not make no, ignorant demands."
Then, he slowly stretched out a finger towards Roland: "This is the old man's request to you - during this Holy Grail War, the old man hopes that you can give priority to killing a master as much as possible." "who?" When talking about this person, just thinking about it made the ugly old man show a vicious smile that shuddered. "The shameless thief from the clock tower!" "ha?"