The immortal death knight failed to achieve the ending of the heroic spirit

Chapter 147 Fat Uncle and the Knight
After the lengthy and useless declaration before the battle, Gold only felt that his body was hollowed out, but then there were even more headaches waiting for him to solve.

Sitting upright on the sofa, Gold supported his head with one hand and tapped on the armrest with the other. He recalled what happened in the lobby just now, and a feeling of being offended spontaneously arose.

Thinking of this, Gold snapped his fingers.

No one responded.

"Saber!" Gord exclaimed in embarrassment and anger: "I am also your master after all, I will provide you with the necessary magic power, you have to listen to me!"

Lingzi formed a human form, and Menechel showed his body lying sideways on the sofa directly opposite Gold, his red eyes looked at Gold with great interest, and the corners of his mouth lifted into a mocking smile like Laughing at the other party's overreach.

"What, you want me to completely submit to you?"

Gold shuddered inexplicably. He looked at the epee that was placed next to the sofa opposite, and gave up the topic very logically.

"No, it just occurred to me that I should ask you if you have any wishes for the Holy Grail."

"Of course there is, otherwise, did I come here to play in response to the Holy Grail's call?"

Menechel raised his head slightly, and he glanced at Gold who asked such a question strangely, then he turned over as if he was bored, turned his head to Gold, and buried his face in the sofa. On the back: "I said, why do you like to ask such boring questions every time, there is no innovation at all."

Gold frowned when he heard that, he remembered what Saber said before - this time the [Master] was barely good.

"Saber, do you still have the memory of the last Holy Grail War?"

"Almost..." Menechel was extremely perfunctory and didn't want to mention this issue at all: "But don't worry, no matter who the opponent is, I will not hold back, as long as your magic supply can keep up superior."

Gold was easily distracted. He twitched the corners of his mouth, remembering the unexplained release of magic power that Menechel had just responded to the call, which had no effect other than wasting magic power.

——Bastard, Berserker is easier to raise than you with your extravagant personality that uses magic power as a special effect!
Fortunately, he has already transferred Saber's magic power supply to the artificial human battery.

Gould, who lowered his head in thought, suddenly felt a gaze. When he raised his head, he saw Menechel, who was lying lazily on the sofa just now, sat up unknowingly. His red eyes contained smile:

"You can afford my demon offering, you are already quite a good guy among the masters I know."

Hearing Menechel's praise, the corners of Gord's mouth couldn't help but rise, but he suddenly realized that he was the master and forcibly suppressed his smile.

"Although I shouldn't say such things, Gold, you probably won't give up the Holy Grail, right?"

Gold heard Menechel calling his name directly but didn't dare to correct him. He snorted coldly. He wanted to ignore it but thought of something. Out of politeness, he nodded awkwardly as an answer to Menechel's question. question.

"That's good, so our goals are the same." Menechel calmly breathed a sigh of relief.

The reason why he was so impatient to point out that it was because Gold's devout and loyal dog demeanor in the pre-war meeting made Menechel worry that the other party would not be the same from the very beginning. Only intend to work for the family.

In that case, in order to ensure his own victory, even if he appreciates this rare fat man with abundant mana, he still has to consider changing the Master.

He paused for a moment to regain control of the topic, and then pointed to the command spell in Gold's hand: "Then the next step is to discuss how to use this thing."

Being pointed at suddenly by Menechel, Gold subconsciously protected his Command Seal, which was his last resort against his rebellious followers.

He noticed Gold's small movements, but Menechel didn't care. In the small and sealed room, he didn't think that Gold's voice was faster than his movements.

"Let me make it clear first, no matter what you do with this thing, it can be used to call me when you are attacked, or it can be used to boost me to win quickly, or even in the end it can only be used as a decoration and has no use, as long as you Don't take him to force me to do some messy things, I can do whatever you want."

"You are teaching me how to use Command Seals!" Finally, Gord, who couldn't bear it any longer, slapped the table and stood up, looking at the sword in Menechel's hand, his momentum weakened involuntarily: "But... what if you What should I do if you don't obey my arrangement?"

"I will naturally make reasonable arrangements. I just hope that you, as an idiot who has never been on the battlefield, don't point fingers when I am fighting. If that happens, I will be very annoyed-although I hate failure, but I prefer failure Don't like letting someone who annoys me win."

Menechel's voice became softer and softer, but the cold killing intent gradually enveloped Gold's body, making him lower his head involuntarily.

He recalled that the servant in front of him was not an upright knight in the traditional sense, but an anti-hero who would kill the lord in legend.

He caught a glimpse of the Command Seal in his hand, and the rising anger gave him the idea of ​​revenge on Saber - just let Saber know who is the Master here!

Gold's fists clenched and then lowered, the remaining rationality prevented him from doing so, as long as he still longed for the Holy Grail, he couldn't get too stiff with Saber, the Command Seal only had three strokes.

Gold almost squeezed his voice through his teeth: "I agree to your request, but the premise is that you must obey my arrangement."

"Of course, after all, you have given the magic power, I can't do nothing." Menechel smiled and lay down again: "I will obey in time of war."

The implication is that don't expect him to do anything when it is not a war.

Gold was so angry that he threw himself onto the sofa. He grabbed the wine glass beside him and drank it down in one gulp, feeling hot in his heart.

"Pleasure, then, Gold."

--This guy!Why not admit that he is the Master!

For a moment, his throat couldn't accept such a large flow of alcohol, and Gold was coughing violently due to his "booze drinking" action.

He bent down and patted his chest, and at the same time he did not forget to look viciously at Menechel, who was not moving at all and still picking up the fruit without any haste—just wait and see, familiar!
He asked Danik for instructions tonight, to get Saber tomorrow, no, it's better to have something to do tonight!

(End of this chapter)