Hogwarts and the Holy Grail War

"Hmph, want to run away?"

Ethan sneered, and did not rush to chase after him. Instead, he stood there calmly, pointing his index finger at the desperately fleeing Ci Ai with a Dio-like expression:

"Smash it, Varudo!"

The fleeing Ci Ai seemed to be restrained by something, and was fixed in place in his running posture, unable to move.

The Imprisonment Spell, Immobulus, can freeze the target in place for tens of seconds or even minutes (I know what you want to do with this spell). With Ethan's current strength, he can already cast this spell silently and without a wand, and at the same time he can also devote some attention to say a few dirty words.

It's the one that's full of pretentiousness.

However, when facing characters like Xiao Mo or Hercules who are resistant to magic, you still have to use a magic wand and chant the spell out loud to achieve the greatest effect.

"Well, since Mr. Pervert doesn't want to play happily with me, let's move on to the next step."

Ethan pretended to shake his head and sigh helplessly, snapped his fingers, and the people squatting in the corner ready to attack came over again. He himself gently clenched his left hand, and a long-handled giant axe formed by silver-white energy appeared in his palm.

Ethan danced twice with the two-handed axe in one hand and nodded with satisfaction:

"Everyone, it's time to go!"

"You, what do you want to do? Don't come near me, ahhhhhh!"

Ci Ai tried desperately to break free from the restraints, but under Ethan's spell, no matter how he struggled, it was of no avail. He could only watch as a group of swordsmen carrying all kinds of treasures approached him with ill intentions.

No, if it's this big, I'll really die! Huh, Huh, use your smart brain to think of a solution!

"Wait... wait a minute, I have something else to say!" The strong desire to survive allowed Ci Ai to break free from some of the restrictions of the spell and speak.

"Do you have any last words?" Ethan glanced at him disdainfully.

"You...you can't do this, this is not the way wizards fight! As wizards, you can't hurt someone like me who has no ability to resist!" Ci Ai's mouth trembled, and he organized his words incoherently.

"Well, what you said makes sense. I totally agree." Ethan nodded in agreement, and the giant axe in his hand turned into invisible energy and dissipated.

Ci Ai breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then why don't we just stop being wizards? We are just a few good citizens passing by. We were offended by your stalking and perverting behavior, so we hit you head-on. That's all."

Ethan changed the subject and rubbed his hands, eager to try.

Alanna called back several spirit-based shadows into the book and put away the wand in her hand; Mordred took off his armor and sword and changed back into his previous casual clothes.

The three of them smiled maliciously and started to punch and kick the immobile Ci Ai. Halfway through the fight, Ethan became more and more excited and knocked him to the ground with a high whip kick. Then the scene changed from a normal gang fight to a famous scene of a group of evil forces shouting, "Pervert, fuck! Pervert, beat!" while carrying out an inhumane war against the weak, pitiful and helpless Mr. Ci Ai.

The atmosphere became very funny and even lively.

After repeatedly touching the soles of their shoes for about five minutes, the three finally stopped stomping. It wasn't that they thought it was enough, but some people were in poor physical condition.

As a Servant, Xiao Mo would not feel tired as long as he had enough magic power. And Ethan, whose stamina and health bars were more than twice as long as those of ordinary Servant, would not exhaust his stamina just by doing such a small amount of exercise...

"Ethan, my foot hurts..." Alanna looked at Ethan with tears in her eyes, squatted down and rubbed her ankle.

Just now, she treated the Ci Ai on the ground as a substitute for a big pig's hoof, kicking it happily to the point of forgetting everything else. In addition, this long-term intense exercise was a bit too intense for a weak woman like her who didn't usually exercise, so she twisted her ankle without paying attention.

"You are too careless, aren't you? Come on, come on, sit down and rest for a while." Ethan quickly conjured up a sofa on the spot, helped Alana sit down slowly, and took out a bottle of stimulating potion and handed it to her, "Here, drink the potion. It will make you feel better."

"Hmm..." Alanna nodded with a bitter face, unscrewed the bottle and drank a sip of the green liquid. Looking at Ethan rubbing her ankle nervously, she felt a little happy in her heart.

Since you are so nervous, I won’t mind your previous behavior of taking advantage of Xiao Mo in the game hall.

Ethan at this moment: Oh wow, Alanna's feet... so fragrant and soft...

No, I’m not a foot fetishist. What I like are breasts and drums!

Just as Ethan was pretending to be calm and taking care of Alanna, Ci'ai, who had been lying on the ground pretending to be dead in the same position as Olga, opened his eyes.

In fact, when he was knocked over by Ethan's kick, the restraining spell on his body had already lost its effect, but he did not show his ability to move. Instead, he pretended that he was still under the effect of the restraining spell and kept being beaten silently.

If he showed any signs that the binding spell on his body was losing its effect, this inhuman I...Izka would definitely cast another binding spell on him. In order to have a chance to escape later, he had to endure it.

"The bones of both legs... are broken, the bones of my left arm are also broken, and the ribs... I think ten or even nine of them are broken... Hiss, my chest hurts so much..." Ci Ai muttered about his injuries in an almost undetectable voice. His expression was more determined than ever, and anger was burning in his eyes.

He had been holding back for five minutes, just for this moment! This Ilya... Ilya was busy taking care of his female companion, his attention was completely off him, and his golden-haired Servant was also on guard at the entrance of the alley, it seemed that the repulsion barrier he had set up was ineffective.

Great, now all we need to do is...

"That place... As long as I can get to that place..."

Ci Ai used his only movable right arm to slightly prop up his body, minimizing the amplitude of his movements, and slowly crawled towards the windbreaker he had taken off not far away.

The snake pattern on the sleeves of the windbreaker is not just a decoration, but also a communication spell. As long as you can touch it, you can activate it to call for support. Although this will definitely be punished by the higher-ups, and you may even be imprisoned and lose your freedom, it is better to be imprisoned than to lose your life.

Ten meters... five meters... three meters... two meters... and one more meter, almost there... just a little bit of distance left...

As long as I can successfully send out the signal, everyone here will die!

Just as Ci Ai stretched out his hand and was about to grab the windbreaker, a silver-white sword fell from the sky and nailed his right hand to the concrete floor.

"It seems that I didn't go too far. I didn't expect that Mr. Pervert would still have the leeway to try some tricks."

Ethan stood up, seeming to be very sad about his negligence. The consequence of him drifting and not finishing off the enemy last time was... Well, he seems to have never drifted before, and he always finished off the enemy in time.

That's fine.

A bunch of thorns suddenly burst out from the silver-white sword blade, piercing Ci Ai's only relatively intact right hand into a sieve, completely rendering him unable to move.

"I don't know why you want to get this coat so badly. But I'm kindhearted and I can't bear to see you suffer so much for this coat, so I'll take it for myself with reluctance." Ethan opened his hand lightly, and the windbreaker flew into his hand automatically. After carefully searching the pockets and finding nothing suspicious, he sighed in disappointment and put the windbreaker away.

I don’t know if it was because he was devastated by seeing his only hope shattered, or because the pain from various parts of his body finally became unbearable for him, but Ci Ai’s body suddenly twisted violently, and after groaning twice, he fainted.

Well, I'm not pretending this time.

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When I woke up, I saw that the tower crane Balasang actually had a king form.

Now there is a knight inside the sword who has not yet reached his final form. Who is he? (Music)

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Chapter 203 You are not allowed to participate inpart!

"It's just a piece of clothing, why is there such a big reaction?"

Ethan didn't know that the windbreaker had such an additional function, so he found it difficult to understand Ci Ai's reaction. He shrugged, squatted down, and fumbled for something on Ci Ai's body.

"Ethan, what are you doing, Ethan?" Alanna, who was sitting next to him, put her hands into her glasses and covered her eyes. Through the gaps between her fingers, she looked at Ethan who was molesting the unconscious Ci'ai lying on the ground, and she began to murmur in her heart again.

Looking at this situation...could it be that Ethan still likes men?

Come to think of it, she seemed to have heard someone mention that Ethan actually thought of himself as a boy at first...

Could it be that it was because of this reason that he was so enthusiastic towards me from the beginning?

That means he actually prefers it from behind... That must be very painful, right? I don't know if I can bear it...

No, it’s not right. I’m thinking about something so indecent even at this time!

The girl blushed at her impure thoughts and started twisting her body on the sofa.

"Of course, I'll search him to see if there are any valuable clues. What else?"

After searching Ci Ai thoroughly but finding nothing, Ethan stood up and kicked Ci Ai on the ground with some disgust.

This guy has even less money than the Weasley family's treasury. Not to mention money, he doesn't even have anything to prove his identity. What a waste of his youth.

I really don't know how he is still alive.

He turned around and looked at Alanna, whose face was red and twisting around because of her wonderful ideas. He frowned and said helplessly, "What are you thinking about in your little head?"

There is always a subtle feeling that I am offended.

"No, nothing..." Alanna shook her head quickly, shifting her gaze from Ethan's face to Ci Ai, who was lying on the ground behind him, and asked:

"So what do we do with him? Just leave him here?"

"How can we let him go so easily?" Ethan kicked him twice again. "Carry him away and find a place to interrogate him properly. Isn't that the enemy intelligence we need?"

"But what if he really doesn't know anything?"

"Even if that's true, he wanders around his base every day, so he must be able to see something, right? If it really comes to that, I can just use Legilimency to read his mind." Ethan spread his hands, "Although I'm not very good at it, I probably can't read much, but it's better than nothing."

"Okay, I'll listen to you. Then where should we move him to? To where we live now?" Alana nodded and asked Ethan's opinion cautiously.

Although it was only one night and it was a "borrowed" residence, she had already regarded the house as her and Ethan's temporary home and did not want others to get involved, especially such a hostile guy.

"No, we won't go there. After all, we have to stay there for a few days. It would be disgusting if this guy has some kind of self-destructing curse or something and dirty that place." Ethan thought for a moment with his chin in his hand, his expression a little strange, "I have thought of a more suitable place..."

five minutes later.

Ethan brought Alanna to the beachfront hotel where they had booked a room before. After all, it was quite close to the open space and it took less than two minutes to walk there. Xiao Mo was left in the open space to watch over Ci Ai to prevent him from doing anything else.

He pretended to be here for the first time, hugged Alana and said to the receptionist who had been replaced:

"Please give us a room, thank you."

As expected, I still don't have the courage to take Alana to that suite that is not suitable for children. I should get another room now and find time to cancel the previous one.

I hope nothing unexpected happens.

"Okay, sir, I'll do it for you right away. Please wait a moment." The girl at the front desk nodded slightly with a standard business smile on her face.

"Okay, thank you for your help." Ethan nodded, and suddenly he had a bad feeling in his heart, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

What's going on? This feeling that I'm going to be in big trouble?

"Judy, it's time for a shift change! Leave the rest to me." A familiar voice came from the side. Ethan looked up and saw the front desk girl who had received him two days ago walking towards him.

Qiudou Sack, this feeling of sudden cardiac arrest...

"Wait a moment, Amanda. I'll take over my shift after I finish checking in this gentleman." The receptionist named Judy smiled gently.

"Oh, okay. Then I'll... wait a moment," Amanda recognized Ethan and asked with some confusion:

"Sir, the room you booked last time is still a week away. Since you haven't checked out yet, why do you want to book another one?"

"You've got the wrong person." Ethan's eyes drifted to the side and he said stubbornly.

"I can't be wrong. I remember it very clearly." Amanda shook her head, looking very sure. "Sir, you clearly came alone that day, but you asked for a high-rise couple's suite. I can still clearly remember that the room number was 1145."

"I told you you got the wrong person." Ethan said with a forced smile, sweat pouring down his back.

"Wait a minute, Ethan." Alana suddenly whispered, "Since you already have a room, there's no need to waste money, right? Can't we just go to that room directly?"

She hadn't understood what was in the so-called couple's suite, and just thought it was a large bed room with a more charming decoration. She also thought that Ethan's abnormal behavior was that Ethan had been living a rather sloppy life these past two days and was a little embarrassed to be seen in a messy room.

Really, why be shy? Even if he is a bit sloppy, I won’t dislike him for that.

"That's not the question..." Ethan rubbed his temple with a slight headache.

What should I do? I can't explain this situation clearly.

"Did you lose your room card, so you're embarrassed to tell us?" Amanda thought she was very considerate and helped Ethan out in time. "In that case, just come to the front desk and tell us. We are all professionally trained and will report the loss for you. It's better than opening a new room, right? Judy, please get a spare room card for this gentleman."

"Okay, room 1145, right?" Judy quickly found the spare room card and handed it to Ethan with both hands, "Sir, please keep it."

"But..." Ethan was about to struggle and try to explain something, but the room card in Judy's hand was taken away by Alana.

"Ethan, you must keep it well this time. Don't lose it again." The girl stuffed the room card into his hand and solemnly warned him, "Why don't you thank these two young ladies for their enthusiastic help?"

"Okay, I got it. Thank you both for your care." Ethan forced a smile with gritted teeth and took Alana to the elevator with hesitation.

Watching the two people snuggling together getting on the elevator, Judy suddenly stretched out her elbow and poked Amanda: "Is this the person you said before is your type?"

"...Yeah." Amanda pursed her lips and nodded, "I originally thought he was just having a one-night stand that day, and was wondering if I could hook him up... I didn't expect he actually has a girlfriend."

"Room 1145," Judy smacked her lips. "I hope his back can take it."

In front of the door of Room 1145, Ethan's hand holding the room card was shaking constantly. He tried several times but failed to unlock the door. He simply held the shaking hand tightly with his other hand, but the two hands trembled even more.

"Ethan, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?" Alana leaned out from behind and asked with concern.

"No, I'm just a little afraid of the coming storm." Ethan took a deep breath, turned back to look at Alanna, his voice trembling slightly, tears flickering in his eyes:

"Promise me, Alanna. No matter what happens, don't be afraid, and don't dislike me for it, okay?"

"Oh, no." Alanna frowned, took the room card from Ethan, swiped it to unlock the door, and walked in with a smile:

"Isn't it just a little messy? I won't dislike you for that."

The girl saw the mysterious props in the room at a glance, and her calm smile froze on her face. She turned around and looked at Ethan as stiffly as a rusted machine, her face suddenly pale: "Ethan, you, you, you, what are you doing--"

Ethan was quick to move forward and covered the mouth of the girl who was about to scream, begging: