My Chat Group Is Really Strange Chapter 638

He even wore a comical expression before decisively joining the spectators.

If there was one thing the Servants of Chaldea loved watching most, it was undoubtedly the regular event of Mo Wang rolling for Arthur.

Their Master was obviously absurdly strong, yet for some reason, he was excessively devoted to Saber.

Ever since the Prologue, Mo Wang had been committed to pulling a Blue Saber. Now that he had gone through so many Singularities, even he felt as though it had become an obsession.

Yet every time, all sorts of bizarre things showed up, but never a single Saber.

Mo Wang had practically given up by now. Who could have expected that he would get to visit the Fourth and Fifth Holy Grail Wars last time and properly raise Saber's affinity?

If he did not pull now, then when would he?

Still, that did nothing to weaken the determination of the huge crowd of Servants eager to enjoy the show. They genuinely wanted to see what Mo Wang would pull off this time.

"It's here! Finally!"

At that moment, some Servant suddenly shouted, and all the Servants crowding outside instinctively turned toward the end of the hallway.

At the far end of the corridor, Mo Wang strode forward with the gait of a dragon and tiger. He wore a fitted black trench coat, oversized sunglasses that covered half his face, and seemed to have a lollipop in his mouth. His steps were steady, and he radiated an aura that said, "Cross me and die."

Behind him was an equally striking sight: Red A, dressed in a black suit, looking stern yet faintly helpless about having to indulge his Master's madness again; Cú Chulainn, also suited up, though his tie was crooked and he wore a grin that screamed, "I'm the