King of Gold

Now that King Hassan has actually asked her to prepare her last words, she has no complaints whatsoever.

"No, no, no, I'm not mature enough yet..."

She explained nervously, unsure of how to put it.

He even kept his head down, not daring to look up at King Hassan.

King Hassan waited patiently, waiting for the fanatic to finish speaking so he could have time for her.

The fanatic rambled on incoherently about a lot of self-deprecating things, but King Hassan didn't say anything.

Finally, she understood what was happening, and her expression calmed down.

The fanatic looked up and carefully surveyed Yuxian and his group, as if trying to remember each and every one of them.

"Thank you, this immature person bids farewell to you, thank you... It was a pleasure to meet you."

King Hassan paused slightly on the greatsword in his hand.

"Madness!"

As he spoke, a mark appeared on the fanatic's neck, but no one saw when King Hassan made the move.

The fanatic's head did not fall off like Hassan's before; instead, a smile appeared on her face, and her body slowly began to fade and dissipate.

At this moment, she was happy; the fanatic had never imagined that this world would end in such a way.

She couldn't help but think happily to herself, "This time I've finally matured a little bit..."

With this thought in mind, the fanatic vanished completely from the dimly lit room, leaving without regret.

"Grandpa, what are you doing!"

The children relentlessly criticized King Hassan, expressing their dissatisfaction with his actions.

"Alright, alright, this is a matter between Grandpa and the others, so you don't need to say any more. We should go back now."

Yuxian tried to dissuade the children, but he clearly saw the expression on the fanatic's face as he left—a satisfied smile.

For a fanatic, being killed by King Hassan is a form of recognition.

Perhaps in her heart, there was no better way to leave than this.

Yuxian led everyone back, and seeing King Hassan was a pleasant surprise.

Ereshkigal, King Hassan, the Earl, and Mordred —they found four people at once, and the journey has been going smoothly so far.

He's getting arrogant now.

With these guys around, how could he possibly lose?

If this were a regular Holy Grail War, any one of them would have the ability to defeat the entire Holy Grail War in a single night.

"I'll go find Golden Flash tomorrow." Yuxian planned, now he wasn't afraid of Golden Flash making trouble for him at all.

If Golden Flash is polite, that's fine; if he's not, then we'll gang up on him.

This farce should come to an end.

On the other side, the Earl did not follow Yuxian and his group; he found someone who was very special to him.

Alexandre Dumas.

The Edmond Dantès, a masterpiece by Alexandre Dumas.

Edmond Dantès's story became known to the world because of Alexandre Dumas's works.

"You've arrived."

Alexandre Dumas seemed completely unsurprised that Edmond had found him, and he continued to eat the delicious food on the table with unrestrained abandon.

They even invited, "Come on, let's have something to eat together?"

The Earl didn't touch the food on the table. He asked coolly, "Did you know I would come?"

"I don't know."

Without hesitation, Alexandre Dumas replied, "But now that I see you, I know!"

The Earl was taken aback. "Is this how you create books? It seems I have nothing in common with book writers."

"Come on! I'm a writer. Writing stories requires imagination, right? Have some imagination, bro!"

Alexandre Dumas grinned broadly, the food crumbs in his mouth completely ruining his image, and the Earl had an urge to turn around and leave.

"The guy who wrote my story is actually this kind of person." This was a little hard for the Earl to accept.

Alexandre Dumas, completely unconcerned about his appearance, continued with a smile, "Brother, don't look at me like that."

"Writers are human too. We're just a very, very ordinary group of people. What's wrong with liking food and women?"

"It would be abnormal if you didn't like it. Don't you agree, bro?"

The Earl pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "I've heard that writers often suffer from depression. It seems you won't..."

"Hahaha!" Alexandre Dumas laughed loudly, "Of course, I am Alexandre Dumas!"

"How was my story? Have you read it? Wasn't it fascinating?"

"Getting feedback from the person involved might just spark my inspiration. Come on, give me your comments!"

The Earl hesitated for a few seconds, then subconsciously said, "Adaptation is not random fabrication, and fiction is not nonsense."

He didn't know why he suddenly thought of that sentence, but he said it on the spot.

This is actually very unlike his personality; he was probably influenced by someone.

Alexandre Dumas was taken aback, then slammed his hand on the table and laughed loudly, "Brother, you know a lot! How about we write a book together? Maybe if we join forces, we can create another masterpiece."

The Earl stared straight at Alexandre Dumas, his mind drifting to images of Hans Christian Andersen and Shakespeare spending their days in their studies working on their manuscripts.

Are there no normal people among writers?

The Earl inwardly grumbled, feeling that it was more suitable for him to observe from the shadows.

What is your purpose in participating in the Holy Grail War?

The Earl was not going to continue rambling with Alexandre Dumas. He was certainly no match for the writers in this area, after all, they were the kind of people who could make falsehoods seem true, and even believe it themselves.

"Purpose?" Alexandre Dumas didn't mince words, stating it directly, "Of course, it's to find inspiration. Is there anything more important for a writer than inspiration?"

"Do you want the Holy Grail to give you inspiration?" the Earl asked, frowning.

"Don't misunderstand!" For the first time, Alexandre Dumas's expression turned serious. "I wouldn't take something that wasn't something I came up with myself, even if it were given to me for free."

Then he chuckled and said, "If it's a beautiful woman or delicious food, then that's a different story!"

The Earl suddenly realized that coming to see Alexandre Dumas was a mistake.

Aside from writing down his own story, the guy in front of me had nothing in common with him.

It's really frustrating. Why did he ever tell him about himself and agree to let him write it down as a story?

"I'm leaving. You can continue."

The Earl casually uttered a sentence and turned to leave.

He simply came to see Alexandre Dumas, an acquaintance, and didn't have anything special to talk to him about.

Now that he's seen them, that's enough. If he stays here any longer, he might not be able to resist hitting someone.

"No, no, brother," Alexandre Dumas hurriedly tried to persuade him to stay. "We've finally met, let's chat a little longer."

His words made the Earl walk even faster.

After the Earl left, Alexandre Dumas sat there calmly and pondered for a moment.

"He's such a blunt person." He shook his head. "He just says what he means when he comes to see me, instead of acting like he's interrogating me."

"Perhaps that's the charm of him!" Alexandre Dumas shook his head and sighed. "It's a pity we didn't talk about it more, otherwise I might have been able to write a sequel or something."

"What a pity, what a real pity!"

A book on Python

My Silly Online Friends Are All Heroic Spirit

Why Saber gradually becoming decadent and neglecting her work? Why are single, beautiful girls' rooms being broken into frequently at night? Why are lone Heroic Spirit in the Holy Grail War being brutally ganged up on in a corner?

"In conclusion, none of this has anything to do with me. I've never taught any disreputable students." — By Magical Girl Merry in a chat room

Gudako: "Dr. Roman said that as a qualified Magus, when participating in the Holy Grail War, you must coordinate and communicate well with your Servant, protect your own life, and not expose yourself to the enemy. You must prioritize your own interests and avoid any possibility that may cause risks. Do you understand?"

Master: "Understood!"

During the Holy Grail War...

Mash: "Master! Remember your place! You're the Master! Don't charge in and Heroic Spirit alone! I'm the Servant!! You should be supporting me! Give me back my shield!!!"

A scammer on the internet. "To clarify once again, none of this has anything to do with me, really."

Chapter 44, Section 558: The Golden King

The children were much happier at the arrival of King Hassan than at the arrival of the Earl.

The Earl always liked to hide in dark corners. Apart from Abby, the other children rarely talked to him. Even Abby would only occasionally go to talk to him.

But King Hassan was different.

Despite his cool appearance with the skull mask, the kids love playing with him and always manage to get along well.

Although I don't know how old King Hassan is, older people are just so patient with children.

The children would occasionally make some unreasonable requests, and King Hassan would fulfill them, truly acting like a grandfather.

Although King Hassan didn't talk much and had a cold aura, children's feelings don't lie; they could sense King Hassan's doting affection.

Even Kagarioka Tsubaki, who was initially a little scared when she saw King Hassan, quickly overcame her fear and joined in playing around with King Hassan.

King Hassan of Chaldea who dotes on his children, is definitely one of them, and could even be ranked among the top.

The children called him "Grandpa" so naturally, without any sense of incongruity; it truly felt like a harmonious relationship between grandfather and grandchildren.

The next day, during the daytime, Yuxian first went to find a suitable family to adopt Kagarioka Tsubaki.

This matter cannot be rushed, but it also cannot be left unattended. If you go out and about every day, you might just meet the right person.

Yuxian is a person who strongly believes in fate.

As they walked, the group arrived at the entrance of Crystal Hill.

Crystal Hill was so conspicuous that it was impossible for him not to notice it.

"How about we go and have a chat with Golden Flash first?" Yuxian suggested.

They said they'd go, and they did, without hesitation.

Everyone arrived at the luxury suite on the top floor of Crystal Hill with ease.

Having been here before, this time it wasn't so troublesome, and the man in black quickly led them over.

"Golden Flash, we've come to see you!"

The voice arrives before the person.

As soon as he entered, Golden Flash stood there staring in the direction of the doorway.

"You monstrous cultivators, are you attracted by my majesty?"

However, the children showed no interest in talking to him. As soon as they entered, they swarmed around Tinī and chattered away as if no one else was around.

This annoyed Golden Flash, who thought to himself, "Is my luck with children really that bad?"

Yuxian smiled and said to Golden Flash, "King of Heroes, are you alright?"

Golden Flash frowned; he knew what Yuxian was talking about, and his expression showed some displeasure.

"Ishtar's little tricks have no effect on me."