You are very strong, but my painting style is better than yours!

It was obviously the black team that committed the first foul and took the Holy Grail for themselves, so the Thousand Worlds Tree Clan should be more afraid of the ruler.

But when Joan of Arc arrived in the form of a "possessed" being, it was the Red Team that first launched a sneak attack on her?

It seems that there are quite a few people with ulterior motives in this Holy Grail War!

Theoretically, if the Red Team has ill intentions towards her, she should join forces with the Black Team to fight the enemy. However, as the "Judge", Jeanne d'Arc will not join any camp. She will only join forces with the Servants when there is a threat that will cause the Holy Grail War to get out of control.

Although she didn't know why the Red Side was hostile to her, it was not considered a serious violation, so Joan of Arc rejected the Black Side's offer and remained neutral.

The blonde girl held a battle flag in her hand, her pigtails swaying in the wind as she carefully observed the changes in the battle situation... After a moment, feeling that it would take a while to determine the winner, the girl thought about it and turned to pack up the luggage that had been knocked away by the red servant's sneak attack.

After all, she is not a genuine servant, but a living girl. She does not need to eat or drink, but the host must live a normal life.

-

A large-scale scene of four servants fighting each other was projected into the void. The chaotic flow of magic power made the picture blurry and shaking from time to time, making it difficult to see the details, but one could barely tell that the two sides were evenly matched.

"Well, the red side's Lancer and Rider are indeed excellent... If we hadn't summoned the great Nordic hero Siegfried and the British Knight King, it would have been very difficult to win this war."

Vlad III sat on the throne, calmly evaluating the fighting capabilities of several heroes.

Fiore, the wheelchair girl at the side, advised: "King, Ruler is not involved. Should we continue to invest our forces? With Archer's mobility, we can reach the target location quickly."

"No, this is fine. Given the current situation, continuing to invest combat power can easily lead to a decisive battle ahead of time."

Vlad III said calmly: "For us, if we hold the decisive battle outside the territory, it would be equivalent to giving up the home advantage, which would be too advantageous for the Red Team."

"I see. I didn't think it through." Fiore hesitated. "I'm just wondering why Ruler chose to remain neutral even after being attacked by a red servant?"

"Perhaps this is the character of a saint. He will not harbor resentment because of such things, and will always be able to look at things from a fair and objective standpoint."

Vlad III showed a confident smile on his face: "Don't worry about her for now. Even if she is neutral now, she will be a help to us in the future."

He said it with such certainty that Fiore looked at him strangely.

Vlad III's confidence is not without reason. In his "inherited" memories, he can find that the enemy Master, Amakusa Shiro, is a Servant left over from the last Holy Grail War, and according to Danic's memory, his job is exactly [Ruler]!

Compared to the Thousand Worlds Tree, Amakusa's hidden problem is bigger, otherwise he would not have sent people to attack and kill Jeanne d'Arc.

As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Although Joan of Arc is "neutral", she will definitely come into conflict with Amakusa, which means she is half an ally to Vlad III.

Therefore, he sent out his precious fighting force to ensure Joan of Arc's safety.

"By the way, has the Red Master made any moves recently?" Vlad III asked Fiore, "Have all the moles in the Magician's Association been eliminated? No thieves are allowed in my territory!"

"Don't worry about that. Caster has cooperated with Assassin and has eliminated all the spies.

As for the Red Master..."

Fiore hesitated for a moment, then continued, "I don't know why... but it seems like they've become Phantom Thieves."

"...Huh? Say that again?"

Volume 119: Death Comes to the Holy Grail War: Chapter : Ancient Greek Mystic Expert

"To be precise, an unidentified thief appeared in Romania, and we tend to believe that it was the Red Master."

Fiore reported the situation to Vlad III: "After all, there are obvious traces of magic at the crime scene, and except for the Master sent by the Clock Tower, all the magicians in Romania are currently under the jurisdiction of the Thousand Worlds Tree."

"Phantom Thief?"

The Grand Duke of Wallachian felt a little absurd. Although it was not difficult for him to understand the meaning of this word with the modern knowledge he had been instilled with, he really couldn't connect it with the Holy Grail War.

"What do you mean, are they thieves? What did they steal?"

"This is very interesting. The objects that were stolen were all public facilities such as museums, memorial halls, libraries, and banks. The criminals' targets were not valuable gold and silver treasures, but a large number of cultural relics and ancient books.

From a magician's perspective, it is normal to collect artifacts from everywhere in order to study ancient magic and mysteries, even if it means using some shady methods that are outdated in modern society...

But strangely, the stolen items were not precious relics. Most of them were simple antiques, which were valuable to collectors but meaningless to magicians. "

Fiore was also puzzled and couldn't quite understand the logic behind the behavior of the Red Master (Amakusa Shiro).

As for magicians, it is not surprising that they can trample on all laws and morals in the world and engage in illegal and criminal activities for the sake of their own research, but the premise for doing so is that it is "worth it"!

In modern human society, civilization has made tremendous progress compared to a century ago, and the style of magicians has also changed. As long as there is sufficient money, even top-level relics can be purchased, and there is no need to risk being targeted by the association.

Moreover, Romania is the territory of the Thousand Worlds Tree. This family has flourished here, and its tentacles of influence have penetrated into every corner. The precious magic resources have long been taken away, and there are no decent relics or materials in those museums.

After all, only with top-level relics can you summon satisfactory servants.

Otherwise, do you really think that you can easily draw the heroes of the Age of Gods? You have to spend money!

By the way, the one who does the best in this regard in the Thousand Worlds Tree is Fiore!

In the world line of "FA", due to the prevalence of subspecies Holy Grail Wars, the prices of various holy relics have been hyped up. Even in this context, the wheelchair girl can find the best one:

Theoretically, it can summon the holy relic of "Hercules", the poisonous arrow used by Hercules!

If Hercules could be summoned in Europe, it would be equivalent to winning the Holy Grail War - this was the consensus of almost all magicians!

But perhaps because Fiore was unlucky, she did not summon Hercules, but instead summoned the victim of the poison arrow - the sage Chiron.

Although this demigod is undoubtedly a first-rate servant, compared to Hercules... Of course, Fiore is still very satisfied. After all, Chiron has a very good personality and has a good compatibility with her.

"Are they collecting objects with 'history'? That could be preparation for some kind of ritual."

Although Vlad III was not an orthodox magician, ancient Romania was a very superstitious land, and as a king he could be said to have extensive knowledge.

"After all, the Red Servant... should it be a caster? Perhaps he is collecting materials to build a workshop for him."

The memories he got from the parallel world did not contain any specific information about the enemy assassin, but he still remembered the sky garden clearly and guessed that the enemy's actions should be related to this unusual treasure.

"No matter what the enemy wants to do, he must not be allowed to proceed smoothly. He dares to steal on my territory. Such thieves must be brought to justice!"

"King, let's leave this matter to the magicians below. It's not worth your anger." Fiore quickly advised, fearing that Vlad III would make an impulsive decision - she could clearly feel that Lancer's personality had changed recently and he was no longer so calm.

"Humph, such a small matter is not worth my personal involvement. Besides, it also depends on whether it is appropriate..."

Vlad III thought for a moment and suddenly asked, "How are Caster and Assassin now?"

-

Deep underground in the Thousand Worlds Tree Castle, in a magic workshop comparable to a small factory, a huge and sacred spherical vessel shining with golden light and containing a female bust is placed in a heavy defense, including both physical railings and iron chains, as well as invisible magic barriers and traps.

If you approach rashly, even an assassin who is good at stealth will be discovered and then besieged by the Servants of the Thousand World Trees.

This magic workshop itself is located under the castle. It has solid defenses, top-level magic furnace core, powerful puppet guards and domesticated ferocious beasts. It can be said to be foolproof!

Of course, if a workshop is not presided over by an excellent magician, no matter how powerful the hardware facilities are, it is just for show. However, Qianjieshu does not need to worry about this, because they have undoubtedly summoned the magic authority of the Age of Gods.

At this moment, the caster and assassin mentioned by Vlad III were standing in front of the Holy Grail, admiring the appearance of this miraculous creation.

"It's so ugly! In pursuit of self-liberation, humans can be so twisted that they become like this."

Shuten-douji, who was beaten to the point of death by Iori and whose brain was "not working well enough", can now stand up and make comments openly. Even his missing arms and horns have grown back... but compared to the original version, the restored parts are covered with flaming red lines, making them look a bit more weird.

"Although this 'cup' is gorgeous, it is full of bitterness. I was originally interested in it... but now I don't care. Drinking from a cup like this will definitely taste terrible~"

"Do you think so? I think it's very beautiful. Although it is a creation of later humans and is very rough in many places, the magic circuit at its core is extremely delicate... What a pity, it's too delicate and the energy efficiency is too low. It's simply a shameful waste~"

Caster paused and said with a sigh, "If I were in charge of the preparation, the ceremony would definitely not have lasted until now. The founders back then probably didn't expect that the younger generation of magicians would fail in three ceremonies and even create a red-and-black war in the fourth one..."

Today's magicians focus on "Servants" and "Wishing Machines", and attach great importance to the victory or defeat of the Holy Grail War. This is undoubtedly a very sad thing in Caster's eyes.

Her magic skills are among the best in the entire pan-human history. On the first day of her summoning, she came into contact with the Greater Holy Grail and saw through the nature of the Holy Grail War.

This is a big magic ritual, not some battle royale competition.

The mutual killing between servants is only a method to complete the ritual. The key point is to activate the Holy Grail, so that the ritual can be truly completed.

If the ritual cannot be completed, no matter how exciting the fights between the servants or how satisfying the quarrels between the masters are, it will be meaningless!

And to complete the ritual, it is not necessary to kill all the Servants...

"Assassin, how does your new arm feel?"

Caster is a beautiful woman shrouded in a purple-black robe, but she is tall and plump, and her voice carries a mature charm.

——Witch.

Although Caster herself doesn't like being called that, it is undoubtedly the most appropriate adjective.

"Very good, much better than nothing." Assassin replied with a half-smile.

Caster didn't pay attention to the sarcasm in her words. She knew that Assassin had suffered a great loss at the hands of the enemy and was now becoming cynical. It would be better not to get into trouble.

"I can't help it. You have a connection with that Servant. It's not just a simple injury. It's almost impossible to restore the spiritual foundation that was 'plundered'."

"I know you have done your best, but this is not enough. If I want to take revenge on that man, I must not only recover from my injuries, but also become stronger than before!"

"Then I hope you can find a solution soon." Caster Medea did not comment.

"Now I need your help with a small matter."

"Hmm?" Medea lowered her head in confusion and looked at Shuten.

The big monster chuckled, but his voice was restrained and playful: "I really need something from you."

Medea narrowed her eyes slightly under her hat: "What do you want?"

“It depends on what you brought with you!

Is it 'that'? My perception should not be wrong:

—Some kind of treasure that will attract a dragon! "

Volume 120: Death Comes to the Holy Grail War: Chapter : Aunt? Pretend you don’t know me!

At eight o'clock in the evening, outside a national museum, there were quite a few pedestrians coming and going because it was located in a busy area.

For some unknown reason, from a certain point in time, passers-by passing by here suddenly felt inexplicably panicked, as if some disaster was about to happen to them, but since they didn't see anything unusual around them, they couldn't help but quicken their pace and leave in a hurry.

The passers-by behind also subconsciously avoided this place. There was no special reason, it was just a simple "mood" problem. Many people were even willing to take a detour and did not think there was anything strange about their behavior.

The chief guard in the security room yawned, his eyelids seemed to be coated with a layer of lead, heavy and stiff. Every time his eyelids fell, he had to use great willpower to reopen them... After repeating this several times, he simply lay down on the table and fell into a deep sleep.

Gradually, the area around the museum became deserted. All that could be heard was the chirping of insects in the flower beds and the gentle breeze blowing through the atrium.

bass!

At the end of the road, a street light suddenly went out.

bass!bass!bass!

Just like the first domino had fallen, the street lights went out one after another. With the silence of the two headlights in front of the museum, the land completely returned to the embrace of darkness. From the sky, it seemed that this was the only place in the entire city without lighting, as if the glory of civilization had been eaten by some invisible monster.

"Hum~~Hum~Um~~Eh~~~"

In the darkness, a thin girl with unclear face and clothes walked over, humming an unknown tune to herself, which made people feel happy.

She walked lightly across the long street, then walked up the steps like an ordinary tourist and pushed the door to enter the museum.

It seemed that I could see even in the dark, and the whole process went smoothly without any obstacles.

Behind the door is a structure that combines a corridor and an exhibition hall. It is too wide for one person to fit in. There is no sound at all in the middle of the night, and even only a few dim rays of moonlight can shine in. Even if you walk in with the lightest footsteps, there will be a faint echo, which makes people feel empty inside.

Dead silent and lonely, the museum in the darkness seems like the palace of Pluto, the god of the underworld. The collections are sleeping in transparent glass cabinets, and their mottled and worn surfaces seem to add a bit of mystery at this moment.

The blurred carvings on the broken stone tablets, the pottery depicting human figures and beasts, the statues with only half of the body left, the vivid animal specimens... everything is wrapped in darkness. They are sleeping, but they inexplicably make people feel a hidden throbbing, as if there are invisible blood vessels connecting them, and the afterglow of history is slowly flowing in a realm that cannot be seen by the naked eye.

This atmosphere is no longer simply eerie and terrifying, but belongs to another era, a realm that refuses entry to people from this world.

——But the girl didn’t care, because she wasn’t a “living person”, and most of these cultural relics didn’t even have as long a history as her~

Just like shopping in a mall, she leisurely looked at each booth after another, sometimes full of curiosity, sometimes sneered, and sometimes nodded in approval. She looked like a girl who was out shopping.

Very few things can catch her eye, and all that can be chosen are "authentic". Copies or forgeries cannot deceive her.

And all the things she chose would automatically float up and follow her like followers. Just by walking around the hall, she would already have all kinds of large and small items of four or five meters behind her, ranging from bronze artifacts to ancient books. Her hunting range was extremely wide.

After walking around the hall, the girl stretched out her hand, and a few rays of light flashed in the air, and then a peculiarly shaped tin staff appeared in her hand.

"Yoyo~Come here, my little elves~"

The girl waved her staff and tapped an ancient spinning wheel on display nearby. The thin threads suddenly came to life, flew up from the frame, circling and weaving around each other in the air, and soon automatically weaved into a piece of cloth with exquisite patterns.

The collections she had selected jumped in consciously, and then one of the men in a full set of knight armor had a red light in his eyes and caught the big package steadily.

"Okay~ Let's go to the next exhibition hall!"

The girl happily led the newly recruited knights along the way, and they searched three exhibition halls one after another. She also had several more knights, wax figures and other followers around her to help her carry the sundries.

After doing all this, when she passed by the central hall, her steps slowed down quietly, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Sure enough... Seeing you hold it in for so long, I thought you wouldn't come out."