A person is in Type-Moon, goes out, and then picks up an Outer God girl?

Holding the idea that she must absolutely, absolutely, absolutely not be let go, Yang Yuhuan denied her title, but the expression she showed was too guilty...

Van Gogh, defeated by innocence, squatted on the ground, constantly making "woohoo" sounds.

Witnessing everything that was happening before his eyes, Duanmu Ye, who mentally labeled it as a small episode called "first meeting", interrupted Yang Yuhuan who was about to say something.

"Yang Yuhuan, since you have gained knowledge about the Holy Grail War, you must know that the Servants who responded to the call of the Holy Grail and appeared here all came here because of their own wishes, right?"

Duanmu Ye was not attracted by Yang Yuhuan's pitiful, weak and helpless performance. All her behaviors were preconceived by her job as a Foreigner.

You can't judge the good or bad of Outer Gods characters based on their appearance. There might be someone as good at disguise as BB who was possessed by Nyar Latotep.

Especially since he had just experienced the attack by the Flame Spirit, Duanmu Ye was wary of Ketugeya and Yang Yuhuan. He did not believe that Yang Yuhuan's inner heart was really as simple and pure as she appeared...

"Of course I have my wishes too!"

When asked this question, Yang Yuhuan did not think too much about it as she did before, but responded decisively.

Such straightforwardness surprised Duanmu Ye a little. Because of its straightforwardness, Duanmu Ye even glanced at Van Gogh who buried his head deeper.

Van Gogh's increasingly obvious "woohoo" sound made Duanmu Ye sigh helplessly, and he withdrew his gaze from Van Gogh and returned it to Yang Yuhuan.

"Then tell me about your wish, your panel, and your abilities..."

Duanmu Ye still did not choose to take the initiative to look at the panel on Yang Yuhuan's body. Although he could indeed see it, and it was clearer and more obvious than what they said, Duanmu Ye did not intend to take the initiative to look at those things.

The Foreigner class consists of top-notch figures from outside the planet. Even if they come down in the familiar skin, no one knows what other creatures may be behind that layer of skin.

Therefore, in such a situation, in order to protect his SAN value from being depleted so easily, Duanmu Ye would rather hear those things from their own mouths than take the initiative to look at them.

"Let me think about it..."

After hearing this question, Yang Yuhuan fell into deep thought again.

Although it is hard for Duanmu Ye not to describe such an action as "improvised", Duanmu Ye does not think that he has really summoned a normal Servant, and his panel is 100% real.

The panel is for reference only. Famous sayings that everything is based on expressiveness are reflected again and again in the fgo worldview. Even in the fgo worldview, the hero panel is like writing a string of code. It can be easily changed by some capable heroes. The credibility is declining in a straight line, and it can even be said that the panel is at the level of fraud.

As such, Duanmu Ye naturally had no thoughts about either Van Gogh or Yang Yuhuan, who was silently thinking and preparing to respond to the information on the panel. Even if she came up with a full C panel, Duanmu Ye would not discriminate against her in the slightest. On the contrary, he would definitely worship her as an ancestor, although in a sense, she was indeed his ancestor...

But compared to this practical issue of generation, Duanmu Ye is more convinced that if Yang Yuhuan can really report a full C panel, then she is not Yang Yuhuan, but Ketugeya.

After all, the heroic spirits that have been able to appear with full C panels so far are either abnormally weak or abnormally strong. Since they are all abnormal, why can't Yang Yuhuan be Yang Yuhuan Ketuguya, who is even more abnormal?

Duanmu Ye laughed secretly in his heart, feeling a little self-deprecating about his unrealistic idea.

While waiting, Van Gogh used the sketchpad under the bed to secretly depict Yang Yuhuan. Even when Yang Yuhuan spoke up to respond, she had no intention of putting down her brush...

"Real name: Yang Yuhuan. You can call me Yuyu, Taizhen, whatever you want! And then... Strength is D, Agility is B, Endurance is C, Magic is A, Luck is D, Noble Phantasm is B+..."

Yang Yuhuan paused and tilted her head in confusion.

"The skills are: Three Thousand Favors for a Lifetime, Alluring Beloved Concubine... and Demon Star Fire Wheel? What is this... Have I ever experienced something like this?!"

Yang Yuhuan's face showed a hint of fear. The extra panic on her already innocent face made Van Gogh, who had been painting, a little dazed, but Duanmu Ye still didn't buy it, and in the face of Yang Yuhuan's questioning questions, he chose a tougher attitude.

"Keep going, there's still a Noble Phantasm, don't stop!"

Yang Yuhuan's existence can almost be said to be a messenger from the outer gods who came down to test himself and the earth, just like Van Gogh. Everything about her is still a big "question mark" until now. When everything is unknown, Duanmu Ye will not be as gentle to Yang Yuhuan as he was to Van Gogh.

Under such words that could almost be regarded as a scolding, Yang Yuhuan naturally showed a frightened attitude, like a young bird in a cage, with nowhere to hide when facing the teasing of a stranger.

At this moment, Yang Yuhuan had tears in her eyes, and she was obviously frightened by Duanmu Ye's deliberately emphasized tone just now.

"The...the Noble Phantasm is..."

Yang Yuhuan spoke several times with a crying voice, but she always ended up mumbling and didn't say the next sentence for a long time.

But just as Duanmu Ye's brows were becoming more and more furrowed, and he was almost thinking that everything Yang Yuhuan showed at this moment was some kind of deliberate disguise, and the real Yang Yuhuan would not be like this, the next moment, Yang Yuhuan's hesitant voice gradually became clearer.

"My Noble Phantasm is [Geishouui Hiyokurenri], who is Bai Juyi... do I even know him?! And what is this Demon Star Fire Wheel... is there something so terrifying in my body?!"

Yang Yuhuan cried, yes, it was a loud cry that echoed throughout the room.

In this recently cleaned-up third room, amidst the almost brand-new furniture purchased in 1994, Yang Yuhuan burst into tears over her skills and treasures, as well as a description of a treasure she didn't quite understand...

She looked like an underage girl, and her breakdown often happened in an unexpected moment. Such a reaction even made Duanmu Ye, who had already suspected that she was Ketugeya's disguised personality of Yang Yuhuan, feel a little flustered.

Duanmu Ye felt his scalp tingle for a moment, and he didn't know how to comfort Yang Yuhuan. Should he explain to her what had happened to her, that she had been possessed by an alien god? Or should he use an extremely tactful method to explain to her the origins of her skills and treasures?

Compared to facing the past of the three Old Ones in Van Gogh, facing Yang Yuhuan, who seemed normal yet abnormal, at this moment, Duanmu Ye felt an unprecedented headache.

But now that things have come to this, the only way to move forward is to calm Yang Yuhuan's emotions.

Therefore, Duanmu Ye picked up Van Gogh who was sitting on the ground at his feet. Van Gogh, who was almost a little younger than Yang Yuhuan, blinked his eyes, looking even more innocent and confused.

While putting her back on the ground, Duanmu Ye ignored her action of secretly hiding the drawing board behind her back when she was picked up. He let go of her hand and put on a yellow coat that he had taken out from somewhere in front of her.

"I remember it should be summer now. I'll go out and buy some things. It won't take too long."

After saying that, Duanmu Ye turned and walked towards the door, but just before stepping out, he turned back again and put his head close to Van Gogh's ear.

"I'm not very good at dealing with girls. I'm going out to buy something Yang Yuhuan likes. I won't be out for long, so please help me, Van Gogh, and take care of Yang Yuhuan..."

Duanmu Ye's words made Van Gogh's eyes widen continuously, and even stars twinkled in his eyes, while he made a solemn promise.

"Leave it to me! If it's just for a little while, leave it to me!"

Originally, Van Gogh wanted to say that she, who possessed all of Van Gogh's memories, also had considerable experience in cohabitation!

But when I think about the fact that my good friend Paul Gauguin took care of all my daily needs, and that I was so worried about losing him during that cohabitation that I did nothing but cut off my ear as an apology...

With this memory in mind, Van Gogh finally gave up the idea of ​​using such deeds as a guarantee, and thought that if it was just a short period of care, it might not cause too much disaster...

So, after getting Van Gogh's almost certain guarantee, Duanmu Ye used the power of Hastur that remained in his body to quickly leave the room.

At this moment, Van Gogh and Yang Yuhuan were the only two people left in the room. Van Gogh was trying hard to think of how to comfort Yang Yuhuan. Finally, he smiled a flattering smile and raised the portrait he had secretly painted for Yang Yuhuan to cover up her trembling smile.

"You... you see... I drew a portrait of you..."

"..."

Silence, deathly silence.

At this moment, Van Gogh, who kept covering his entire face with the drawing board, was almost unable to hold on.

Even though Duanmu Ye had only been gone for a few minutes, for Van Gogh, who was in the deathly silent room, every second that passed felt like a very long century.

But in the next moment, Van Gogh felt his fingertips being burned by flames. He suddenly let go of his hand and saw the portrait of Yang Yuhuan on fire on the ground.

Van Gogh, who instinctively wanted to put out the fire, was pulled onto the bed by a hand reaching out from behind. While being held down by Yang Yuhuan, Van Gogh felt something that she had once known very clearly in her dark blue eyes that flickered with flames.

The power of the gods...

"Ah... Are you no longer a messenger of God, but a drunkard who can only paint... How pathetic, a fellow abandoned by God, don't create in front of me again, especially when you smell of alcohol, otherwise, I don't mind taking the whole house with me..."

Yang Yuhuan's voice stopped abruptly. When she and Van Gogh looked at the door not far away, Duanmu Ye had a strange expression on his face.

"You guys... continue?"

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Goo, I didn't hold the mouse steady while eating porridge at noon, and the porridge soaked my mouse. GG... I've already bought a new one, but I'm still depressed all day. I'll just spend 6,000 today... (crying)

Pipa, Flame, Sun: Chapter 1945: Li Shuwen in /The plan to kill Van Gogh was carried out by Yang Yuhuan

In July 1945, just as summer was about to begin, the air was still filled with a hint of industrial chill.

This coldness did not come only from the weather, nor from the lingering chill of spring, but also from the frustration that spread throughout the country, which stemmed from the frustration and grief over the impending defeat in World War II.

"Oh, these guys who are living a good life haven't learned their lesson yet. They are obviously in a difficult situation, but they are still dreaming of restoring their country."

With the help of the power of the "Nobleman of the Wind", standing on the street full of the flavor of the Showa era, and witnessing the old iron cars driving around, a sneer appeared on Duanmu Ye's face.

Ordinary humans naturally could not discover Duanmu Ye, who was hiding under the wind field and using skills similar to "breath blocking". Even on the street, there were many soldiers passing by, probably from the Army's Fourth Magic Organization, an organization established to explore the technology of converting magic into weapons, but their "spiritual vision" was not enough to see Duanmu Ye at the moment.

In order to appease Yang Yuhuan, Duanmu Ye went out to buy some of her favorite things, such as lychees and desserts. At the same time, he also did not forget to collect information about the background of this era.

Although he did know some of the people and organizations involved in this Holy Grail War, there were two different timelines regarding this subspecies Holy Grail War in 1945, and the stories in these two timelines did not have a complete ending.

Duanmu Ye did not intend to treat any Holy Grail War that involved risking his life and future so casually. Therefore, whether he should have done so or just in case, Duanmu Ye, with the help of the power of the "Noble Prince of the Wind", was observing Tokyo in this era, and using the gold beans that he had melted a whole gold bar into before, he purchased some things he needed for this trip.

But soon, just before he was about to leave, Duanmu Ye saw an extremely familiar face, and he seemed to have noticed him and looked towards the road.

He was an old man with white hair, with his hands behind his back. He was obviously a little shorter than himself, but his straight chest made him look extremely tall and straight in Duanmu Ye's eyes. He had an unshakable spear standing upright in front of him, and his red robe swayed constantly with the wind.

"..."

In an instant, Duanmu Ye saw it. He saw a flash of light burst out from his cloudy eyes, as if it was going to penetrate him. The gaze that seemed out of tune with the surrounding darkness fell on him, causing Duanmu Ye's heart to suddenly skip a beat.

Li Shuwen, a famous martial artist in the late Qing Dynasty, was renowned both at home and abroad for his unparalleled martial arts attainments and his upright life.

In addition, his superb spearmanship and boxing skills became famous both at home and abroad, and were praised by countless people. He was even hailed as: "Li Shuwen, the master of spear and iron fist, unrivaled in fighting."

His lean body was the result of perfecting his martial arts to the extreme. He was a true martial arts master, far beyond the reach of disciples like Kotomine Kirei!

Want to go?

Now?

it's here?

Duanmu Ye frowned slightly. He was certain that Li Shuwen had already spotted him. His "Aura (Extreme): A-" ability, which could see everything around him and even obliterate his own aura—far more powerful than Assassin's aura blocking—must have noticed him. The reason he hadn't taken action was most likely because he and he were meeting on this busy street...

"Teacher, teacher! I heard there's a Chinese restaurant nearby. Let's go check it out!"

Suddenly, a female voice full of vitality sounded in his ears. He turned his head slightly and saw a girl in a red cheongsam passing by him. She skillfully crossed the busy street and jumped to stand in front of Li Shuwen.

Li Shuwen's gaze was slightly moved, but after some entanglement and thinking, he put away the cold gaze that made Duanmu Ye feel a chill on his back, and looked at the cheongsam girl who was circling around him.

"Opening a Chinese restaurant here...is there really no problem?"

"It's okay, it's okay. I've already done some research. The lady boss there is a native Sichuanese and she's been here for a long time, so..."

The girl paused, looked around, and beckoned Li Shuwen to lower his head slightly. Li Shuwen, who was a little surprised, finally responded to her call and bent down slightly.

The cheongsam girl put her head close to Li Shuwen's ear, covered her mouth with her hands, and spoke slowly with almost the slightest movement.

"The lady boss said she hadn't seen any Chinese people here for a long time, so I asked her if I could work there. I didn't want any wages, and I could just use her place as a temporary base..."

"I think... the proprietress who's been able to run a Chinese restaurant here for so long without any problems must be no ordinary person! Maybe she's a member of the Tongmenghui founded by Dr. Sun Yat-sen in Japan, or an underground operative planted by the Communist Party here?!"

The cheongsam girl said so, but Li Shuwen's gaze only left for a moment when he leaned over. When he looked at the center of the road again, the twisted yellow figure disappeared without a trace.

Is it an illusion?

Li Shuwen didn't think so. He trusted his feelings very much. Whether it was his innate intuition or the feeling brought by decades of continuous training in martial arts, Li Shuwen could be sure that he had just made eye contact with a spirit.

"Let's go first. It's still too conspicuous on the street."

Li Shuwen didn't say much. Although he had a lot to complain about, he wasn't the type to be good with words. It was a bit difficult for him to complain about the whims and loopholes in his Master's words...

The "Circle (Extreme)" that he used constantly wouldn't be noticed by anyone except the cheongsam girl. This skill actually exceeded the class-specific skill assessment for him. Li Shuwen also lamented that he had become a Heroic Spirit only a few years after his death, and was dragged to a reality a few years after his death by a Servant to participate in some kind of Holy Grail War...

Although he didn't really need the Holy Grail that could grant wishes, he could still fight the Japanese after all, so he tried to respond to the call. He never expected that he would reappear here as a ghost after death.

Li Shuwen couldn't help but think, if he hadn't rushed to Japan in such a hurry to complete his Master's mission, his disciples and grand-disciples would probably be shocked to see him appear in front of them in such an energetic manner, right?

Thinking of this, Li Shuwen couldn't help but burst into laughter, but a voice interrupted Li Shuwen's laughter.

"Who was that? It turns out to be Li Shuwen, Master Li, Miss Lan Lanfang. Is this the teacher friend you told me about?"

It was also a cheongsam, but the red was hotter and brighter than Lan Lanfang's. The appearance of Nüba made Li Shuwen's face look a little more solemn. Some memories that he shouldn't have suddenly emerged in his mind as if they were instilled in him.

But he soon put away his seriousness, chuckled and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I thought it was a trap for my Master, but I never imagined it was a great god waiting for me... Do you need me to worship you? Although asking a dead soul to worship a god sounds strange..."

In front of the sign of Hongzhou Yansuiguan Taishan, a Chinese restaurant that everyone avoided, Lan Lanfang looked at Li Shuwen and Nüba staring at each other with a confused look on her face, and then scratched her head as if she had thought of something.

"The teacher is here to help too! As long as the store manager is willing to take us in, he will do whatever job he can!"

This was a joke. When Nüba and Li Shuwen made eye contact, both of them, who had serious faces, could not help but reveal some wonderful expressions.

With Li Shuwen holding her forehead helplessly, Nüba's face, which was almost red from trying to hold back her laughter, finally made way for her to enter the store after a long time.

"Come in, come in. I don't dare to employ child laborers or the elderly here, but I can still provide you with food and lodging. Just think of it as a privilege for people from my hometown."

Nüba's young face showed the composure of an adult. This contrast made Li Shuwen, who appeared as an old man, helplessly hold his forehead with his hands.

It's bad enough that his master Lan Lanfang doesn't know the true identity of the person in front of him. However, as a servant who became a heroic spirit and came here, and has accepted all the knowledge of this era, Li Shuwen knows that the person in front of him is a real ancestor, a genuine immortal god who can be worshipped by setting up a tablet.

Although Nüba refused the proposal to worship her in the previous communication, after all, as an evil god, worshiping her would not do anything, but Li Shuwen still felt a little headache about the world that a person can see after death.

A character that only existed in ancient mythology and was used as a joke in children's reading materials is actually a living being living on the surface of the earth...a very petite-looking child?

This reality made Li Shuwen feel that the world was about to end...