The biting cold wind swept sand and grit through the air, nearly swallowing the almost twenty black figures crossing the desert.
The many Agents pressed onward against the wind and sand in silence. The relaxed ease they had shown before was gone, replaced by unprecedented gravity.
They kept their heads lowered, their gazes flickering, as if each of them had thoughts of his own.
"We're almost there," Lin Qiye, walking at the very front, suddenly said.
At those words, the oppressive atmosphere broke. Everyone raised their heads and looked into the distance.
Amid the boundless yellow sand, the vague outline of an oasis flickered in and out of sight at the end of the horizon.
Their eyes lit up at first, but their expressions soon grew even heavier.
"The Holy Grail is there?" Prakash gazed into the distance and frowned slightly. "That doesn't look like a place where a divine artifact would be kept..."
"The Holy Grail possesses sentience. It normally won't reveal itself, so we need certain special methods to awaken it."
"Special methods?"
Under everyone's puzzled stares, Lin Qiye adjusted his monocle.
"The method for awakening the Holy Grail is simple. It is... a passionate dance brimming with masculine charm."
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"A passionate dance?"
"The Holy Grail likes men. Only a vigorous, masculine dance overflowing with male charm can please it to the greatest extent and make it emerge from hiding."
Lin Qiye said this with a perfectly straight face.
The Agents stood there dumbfounded.
"Miles, you're not joking, are you?" someone among the Agents asked skeptically.
"I'm not joking. This was what I saw in the prophecy." Lin Qiye's expression was incomparably solemn.
"I saw all of you passionately dancing beside the dried-up oasis. Then the Holy Grail rose from a dark cavern and granted