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This intuition came so suddenly and so strongly that the oldest hero king remained silent and made his decision in silence.

If he were to be born as a wise king, then no matter how interested he was in it, he would not be able to break the taboo, right?

But this time, he was summoned in the form of the time when he had descended into the underworld and into the abyss to seek spiritual herbs, that is, when he was at his most arrogant and prosperous. Therefore, this king tore up the restrictions he had set without any taboos and chose to intercept the power he had sealed and use it for his selfish desires.

Then, an endless future gleamed in his eyes.

Are you confused? Do you think it's strange that the protagonist looks for Gilgamesh after he has already got the golden apple? Hehe... That's right. All you need to know is that the author didn't have a disease due to excessive pressure from exams.

Chapter 122 The King's Banquet

"Oh! Since the King of Heroes has said so, then I should also reward you for providing you with the venue!"

The burly King of Conquerors slapped his thigh, and suddenly pulled the frail Master behind him over and placed him in front of Shuoyue:

"I will give my Master to you as a reward, Master!"

"What, what!" Having suffered an unexpected disaster, Waver wanted to run away but was held down by his own Servant. He was so angry that he shivered. "Idiot, big idiot, what are you thinking about! You actually handed the Master over to someone else... Are you an idiot who only thinks about conquering?"

"Hahaha... No matter what time, you two are always a fun pair." Looking at the angry Webber, the young man with white hair and golden eyes couldn't help laughing, "Weber Velvet, your Servant is not just a warrior, it's more appropriate to say that he is a politician. Just now, he was testing my tolerance."

"Leave Waver to me. How can a great King of Conquerors be afraid of something?"

"Ah, how can I put it..." The King of Conquerors suppressed Waver with one hand and scratched his chin with the other hand, "I am already dead, and I just need to enjoy this second life happily, but this kid is different, he still has a future."

"Well, since you trust me."

Shuoyue spread his hands, and the projection of light in his hand flashed, creating a dagger.

“This is…” The man beside him recognized the dagger with golden lines on it, “It was used to help me extract the carrier of the curse.

"That's right. After being cursed, the damage caused by this weapon may be difficult to recover." Shuoyue casually handed the dangerous weapon to Waver, "Here I give it to you."

“Eh? Uuuuuuuuuuuu!” Weber hurriedly caught the golden knife and carefully put it away. “Um… thank you?”

"Remember this, kid." Shuoyue held up his chin and stared at the short-haired boy who would become a lord in the future. "The Holy Grail War is not just about conspiracy and killing. You are lucky to have summoned a great king. Watch carefully, remember carefully, and feel carefully... That is the epic poem that the king before Christ personally wrote for you."

"No need to tell me, I can do it too!" He replied with his neck stiffened, and then Weber was pulled behind him.

"Thank you for your advice, Brother Shuoyue." He shook his wine glass and looked at the last of the three kings meaningfully.

"It's your turn now."

There is no doubt that both the reward from the King of Heroes and the test from the King of Conquerors have pushed the fellow king to the top - if she did not give an appropriate response to Shuoyue's behavior, then in this round of confrontation, the King of Knights would have declared defeat.

Without waiting for her to speak, Irisviel took the lead and patted her shoulder with a smile, then looked at Shuoyue:

"Unfortunately, I already have a husband I love deeply... Then, we will leave it to you, Xiao Shuoyue~~"

It seems that Shuoyue's act of returning Illya greatly improved Irisviel's favorability, so that even now, she can still joke with Shuoyue like she did in Winter City.

"Hey, Irisviel!"

Altria had never expected that Irisviel would suddenly say such a thing, and her pretty face suddenly showed some panic. She turned her head away and pretended to scold the troublesome Princess of Winter, but in fact she was afraid to face Shuoyue's half-smile.

"Oh, this reward is very good. I like it very much. I like it very much." He nodded and laughed in a way that all men understand.

But Shuoyue didn't laugh. His eyes were vague for a moment, and then he curled his lips and chuckled as if he remembered something:

"Forget it. I have no interest in this girl with a dragon's stomach. Anyway, once she has free time, she will hang out in the newly opened set meal shop and eat greedily every day, right?"

"What are you talking about, Shuoyue!" Faced with such an insult, he was extremely angry, "Tell me what a set meal house is... No, apologize for your inappropriate remarks just now!"

"[Boss! Please give me some more! Fried food set meal with extra rice; grilled food set meal with extra rice - ah, and a lunch set meal, with extra rice too!], Although it happened in another time and space..." Shuoyue stretched out the words, and as expected, he heard the stomach groaning of Dai Mao Wang, "But I think, if it's you, you can't escape this rut ​​anyway, right?"

"Well! After all, there was no delicious food in the era I lived in. This is indeed something I would say..." Altria's face flushed, and her beautiful blue eyes glared at the young man in shame and anger, and began to drive him away, "Speaking of which, you are not a king, so you can't sit in this position, right?"

“Huhahahaha… stupid, how stupid, you bastard!”

There is no doubt that the Hero King who had just been disconnected has finally reconnected. At this time, he was mocking Wuzhi: "Now in front of us, there is also a king!"

"what?"

"This is interesting." Iskandar stared at the white-haired young man who smiled but said nothing, and scratched his chin thoughtfully, "Brother Shuoyue, you just said 'another time and space', right?"

"Oh? It seems that I have spoken out of turn." Shuoyue spread his hands and did not explain, "Anyway, whether I am the 'king' or not, since I have been recognized by the King of Heroes, then I am also qualified to sit here, right?"

"Of course, and you have already proved your wisdom and magnanimity. Come on, continue drinking with us!" Iskandar raised his glass and clinked it with the new moon, while Gilgamesh, who was sitting on the other side, remained calm and hid his left hand behind his back.

The palm had been corroded beyond recognition by the purple-black spots, but no blood had flowed out. Only endless pain came from the arm, reminding the Hero King of the price of his transgression.

"Using your palm instead of your eyes to be punished, huh... you are really a reasonable guy." Gilgamesh stared at the cheerful and talkative Shuoyue with his cold snake eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched, and the joy in his eyes almost overflowed.

"I want to see how you can disrupt this war next."

"Woooooo, it's delicious!"

Iskandar drank the wine in his glass again, cheering loudly with his eyes wide open, while He Shuoyue, who also drank the wine, also looked intoxicated.

It was truly the finest wine I had ever tasted, with a strong yet refreshing taste, mellow and refreshing. The overly strong taste overwhelmed the sense of smell, and even dulled the sense of sight and touch.

"This is amazing! This wine must not be brewed by human hands. Is it something from the mythical era?"

Hearing the praise, he also smiled leisurely. At some point, he also crossed his legs and sat on the seat of honor, shaking the wine glass in his hand with satisfaction.

"Of course. Whether it's fine wine or swords, there are only supreme treasures in my treasury - this alone is enough to determine the level of a king's character."

"To comment on the way of the king based on the quality of the wine is ridiculous."

"Indeed, if that's the case, then the one who possesses the Holy Sword of the Star is superior in terms of capability?"

One refuted, the other teased; after drinking the wine that declared war, the Banquet of Three Kings, no, the Banquet of Four Kings, finally became tainted with the gunpowder smell of fighting.

Chapter 123 The Kingly Way: Supremacy and Hegemony

"Holy Sword of the Star?" Gilgamesh automatically ignored the question and glanced at the New Moon. "Do you think that the sword forged from a mere planet is not in my treasury?"

"No, that's different, Hero King." The young man responded, "You should know that the value of a sword is never judged by its origin or quality, but by the person who holds it and the reputation he has created with it."

"So you mean 'appoint people based on their merits, regardless of their background'?" Iskandar next to him interrupted.

"It really feels a bit weird to hear the famous saying of ancient China coming from the mouth of the King of Conquerors." Shuoyue nodded and smiled helplessly, "But that's exactly what I mean."

At this point, it was no longer a question of whether there was a sword or not - all the kings present understood this, and that was why Gilgamesh snorted coldly and did not make any rebuttal.

"Well, let's get back to the point." Iskandar, the initiator of the banquet, raised his glass and said:

, your finest wine is indeed suitable to be served in the most precious wine glass - but unfortunately, the Holy Grail is not a wine glass."

"This is a Holy Grail Quiz to test who is most qualified to obtain the Holy Grail. First, let me hear what great wishes you have placed on the Holy Grail, otherwise there will be no further discussion. Speak now. As the master of one side, can you give us some great truth that will impress both of us?"

"Don't push your luck, bastard. Besides, this has deviated from the premise of 'fighting' for the Holy Grail."

"Ok?"

Seeing him frown, he sighed as if helpless.

"To be honest, those items originally belonged to me. All the treasures in the world come from my treasury. Although time has passed and some things are lost, those treasures still belong to me."

"So, you have held the Holy Grail before? And of course you know what it is?"

"I don't know." He denied the question calmly. "Don't judge by the standards of a bastard. The total amount of treasures I own has long exceeded the scope of my knowledge. But as long as that item is a 'treasure', it means that it must belong to my wealth. You actually want to take my things without permission. Even if you are a thief, you should stop.

This sentence sounds like the nonsense of a madman, but once you think of the identity of the speaker - the holder of the 'King's Treasure', the oldest hero king, then such a ridiculous statement is not false.

"Does the wine served in the Holy Grail taste good?" Shuoyue asked with a smile, as if he had known this fact for a long time.

"Stupid question. Didn't you know it a long time ago? There's always a smell of blood." Gilgamesh glanced at him. "But on your side, the Holy Grail is not even qualified to hold wine, right?"

"After all, the nature is different. Moreover, compared to the Holy Grail in Fuyuki City now, it is the treasure that truly guides the future of mankind - although I have always been dissatisfied with the wish that guy made."

"No changes?"

"At first, we respected her wishes, but now, it has come to an end."

"So you're here?"

"Yes, that's why I came here." When he said this, the white-haired young man's eyes were no longer calm, but tiny ripples appeared.

"After all, 'I' don't have many opportunities left."

"Ahem, you two, stop going off topic!" Iskandar became more and more confused as he listened. Finally, he knocked on the table with his wine glass and forcefully interrupted the encrypted call between the two. "There are more than just the two of you here, there's also Shuoyue!"

"Tsk, can't even good wine shut up your mouth, bastard?" The interest was interrupted, and the Hero King glanced at Iskandar unhappily. However, facing the pressure of the Hero King's eyes, the red-haired strong man shrugged as if nothing had happened:

"So, as long as we get your permission, we can get the Holy Grail?"

"That's right, but there is no reason for this king to reward treasures to bastards like you."

"You guy...are you a miser?" Iskandar curled his lips. It was hard not to laugh to see such a burly giant making such an expression.

"Foolish, the only ones who should accept my grace are my subjects and people. I gave him a sarcastic smile.

"So, if you are willing to submit to me, I can reward you with one or two glasses of wine at any time. Ye Yan"

This is absolutely impossible.”

He smiled as if he remembered something.

"But you're not stingy with the Holy Grail, are you?"

"Of course. But the thieves who intend to steal the treasure must be punished appropriately. This is a matter of principle."

"So, he finished his drink and continued, "Is there some meaning or truth in this?"

“It is the Dharma.”

Answer immediately.

"These are the laws that I, as a king, have issued."

"That's a perfect statement. I accepted his statement and took a deep breath. "Only the ruler of a country can enforce his own laws. However, I still want the Holy Grail. If I want it, I will plunder it, because I, Iskandar... am the King of Conquerors."

"Then there is nothing we can do. If you break the law, I will punish you. There is no room for debate."

"Well, in this case, it's just a clash of swords. The attitude is solemn, while the other has a refreshing expression that clears away all doubts. The two nodded to the same opinion.

Although their respective ways of kingship are incompatible, as long as their hostility is made clear, it is also a kind of recognition for each other.

"But let's finish this wine first. If you want to fight, there will be plenty of opportunities later."

"That's natural, or did you intend to waste the fine wine I served you?"

"Don't be ridiculous. How can you leave this top-quality wine undrinked?"

She had been watching in amazement as the relationship between them gradually developed into one that was unclear whether it was hostility or friendship. At this moment, she finally asked.

"King of Conquerors, since you have already acknowledged that the rightful ownership of the Holy Grail belongs to someone else, do you still want to seize it by force? What do you want to pursue from the Holy Grail by doing this?"

Hearing the question, his eyes suddenly wandered. Although it was impossible to tell whether his rough face was flushed, from the way he looked left and right and drank another glass of wine, it could be seen that the king was very aware of the outrageous extent of his wish.

"Get the body."

"what?"

As expected, such a wish aroused the doubts of and, and among those who were amazed, the one who shouted the loudest was the Master of - Waver.

Shocked for a moment, Waver ran over from behind and punched Iskandar’s shoulders with both fists weakly: “Isn’t your wish to conquer the world… Woooaaaaaaa!”

With the sound of a sharp tap on the forehead, Weber was flung far away along with his words and fell into the bushes. Irisviel, who was standing by, had never seen such a unique interaction between the master and the servant and was stunned for a moment.

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"Fool, what's the point of letting a cup conquer the world for me? Conquering is my own dream that I want to achieve. Asking the Holy Grail to achieve it is just the first step to achieve my dream."

Weber, who was facing away with his butt sticking out and twitching, finally spoke out his inner thoughts.

"Bastard, are you challenging me just for such a trivial matter?" Lian showed a surprised expression, but his expression was still very serious.

"Although we are now descended by magic, we are only servants after all. I want to become a real life in this world of reincarnation, take root, and challenge the heaven and earth with my own body. This is what the act of 'conquering' is all about!"

Iskandar tightly grasped the giant's bony palm, looked at his fist and whispered:

"Take action like this, move forward, and achieve your goal..." After drinking the wine in the cup, the king who once conquered thousands of territories put down the cup and said in a deep voice:

"This is my domineering way."

"Hmph..." After listening to these remarks quietly, he chuckled, which was not sure whether it was a mockery or a sigh. The expression on his lips was different from any expression this Golden Heroic Spirit had ever had. If I really had to describe it, it was an expression close to a smile, but from the past to now, he had only shown a mocking expression, so this expression was too gloomy and made people feel scared when they saw it.

"It's decided. This king will kill you with his own hands."

Did he notice the change in title? Iskandar laughed and said, "I don't think I need to remind you now. I also want to take away all the treasures in your treasury. You have to be careful."