"But I am not the guest invited by Mystic Eye Train. I'm afraid I cannot meet your requirements."
Webber said in a neither humble nor overbearing tone, and at the same time indicated that Shirou behaved normally.
"It doesn't matter. There is no more suitable person on this Mystic Eyes collection train than you."
The little girl has already talked about this. What else can Webber say? Take a trip!
The two parties took a step to talk, and then went to the rooms of Shirou and Fujino. It's definitely not what Shirou wants to do, it's just that one ticket only has one room.
"Fujino, why don't they talk in their own rooms..." Shirou is talking to others, and Shirou doesn't make too much noise. This is a matter of professionalism.
So Shirou sat on the bed and complained to Fujino.
Fujino tilted his head seven times, then tilted it back again. He shook his head. "I don't know?"
Too cute!
Shirou shouted in her heart, although she is already in her early twenties, Fujino is still as cute as when she was a child.
Sure enough, Lian Pengcier was right to buy Fujino with force!
"Forget it, it's about the Modern Magecraft Department and the astronomy department anyway. No matter how cute the little director is, he doesn't belong to his family. Fujino, the game console!"
If you can't figure it out, ask. If you can't ask, don't think about it. Shirou simply picked up the game console and played Pocket Monsters.
As for Webber, Shirou could only vaguely hear names like Mystic Eyes, Qian and Holy Grail War.
Of course, the best thing is that Shirou doesn't have the idea of eavesdropping, otherwise you can just put a reinforcement on your ears. Not to mention what they are saying, you can even hear the frequency of the vibration of the vocal cords when everyone speaks!
After a while, the conversation was over.
After Olga Marie and her tutor Trisha left, Shirou got together.
"How's it going Second Generation? How's the discussion going?"
Webber took out the cigar from his arms, cut off one end with a knife, burned it, and then took a deep puff.
"It's not that good. It was completely blocked by someone."
"Being used as a weapon?" Shirou manually saved the file, then put the game console into his pocket, "Let me guess, Miss Olga Marie from the Astronomy Department asked you to act as a trustee to help them reduce costs during the auction?"
"Absolutely correct, and the leaders of the astronomy department seem to be very interested in Holy Grail War."
Webber said that what really depressed him was that astronomy was not as good as the modern Magecraft subjects that had just emerged recently. They were Clock Tower's old subjects, and the foundation of Animsophia was not comparable to the declining El-Melloi.
"Are you still thinking about Holy Grail War?"
Shirou saw what Webber was thinking and decided to hit him with a few words.
"You are still as naive as before. Give up. You can't win."
"That means you will also participate, right?"
"Of course, this will be the last Holy Grail War in this world. I will not win, nor will I let victory happen."
This is the conclusion Shirou finally came to from the comics of his previous life after thinking about it for a long time. The Holy Grail should not exist. Regarding the realization of wishes, Kishimoto Masashi will tell you. Want to realize your wishes?
Tuo said! Dream on, there is everything in your dreams!
So there is Infinite Tsukuyomi.
Not to mention that the Holy Grail of Fuyuki is still gold-cut and black. Back then, Kiritsugu made a wish for world peace, and then the black cup told Kiritsugu.
World peace?
Tuo said! Let's kill people! As long as everyone is dead, the world will be peaceful!
I want world peace just for the sake of mankind. If mankind is gone, I want nothing but world peace!
With this idea in mind, Kiritsugu Excalibur chopped the Holy Grail.
"It's really your style, inexplicable!" Webber blew out a smoke ring, Yu: "You should have heard about my participation in Holy Grail War from your adoptive father!"
"No, not at all. Although I have learned about this matter, it has nothing to do with Kiritsugu. After all, ten years ago you were a completely low-level bastard, and Kiritsugu barely noticed you."
"That's really shocking, but compared to Kenneth, I'm really inconspicuous." Being hurt by this, Webber couldn't help but darken his face, "The reason why I want to participate in Holy Grail War this time is because I want to end it. I want to see that guy again."
"Conong?" Shirou patted Webber on the shoulder, signaling him to give up early, "Pull him down, last time Holy Grail War's followers could remember only two - Saber and Archer. The rest will not save their memories, but they are not the ones you want to see!"
"Yes, I will never retain the memory of participating in the war. I have long been aware of this."
Webber's tone was very heavy, so heavy that it was as viscous as oil.
"Even so, I still have something I want to confirm. We can remember each other and then share our memories with each other. This kind of happiness is really too expensive. Even if we can get it on credit, I can't afford it, even if we spend a lifetime together."
"Who knows what will happen to you... wait a minute!" Shirou suddenly stopped talking, and his expression turned serious from the casual look at the beginning, "Hey, Second Generation, I smell blood. I'm afraid something happened to this car."
"What?"
Webber just wanted to ask Shirou what happened, but the next moment there was no need to ask.
A shrill sound came from the car in front. It was the sound a girl would make when she saw something terrible.
"Emiya!"
"Ah, I know she's the young lady from the astronomy department. Let's go!"
Shirou's Webber, plus Gray and Fujino who had been acting as background boards, the four people rushed to the opposite car. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Trisha lying in a pool of blood with his head already crumpled, and Olga Marie sitting slumped next to Trisha's body, constantly calling his name.
"This is it!"
"It's obvious, Second Generation. According to my many years of experience, the woman on the ground is definitely hopeless. She died for more than ten minutes, even if her head is retrieved and reattached."
In order to worship Grandpa Wang, Shirou chopped off countless heads during commissions. In Clock Tower, beheading and killing people is almost his trademark.
Now Shirou can say that when it comes to beheading, labor and management are very professional!
Shirou said so, it must be true. And Webber himself didn't know it. He could tell just by looking at the amount of bleeding that he was brain dead!
Looking back at Webber, Shirou couldn't help but click his tongue.
You kid is definitely the reincarnation of Conan! The last time Fairy Eyes, the last time Izuruma, and the last time Bael, no matter how you look at it, you are full of Conan power.