In the basement of Tosaka Prefecture, Rin and Toshimoto discussed the next strategy together, while Archer was wearing a brand-name casual outfit and leaning against the wall on the other side of the basement, listening silently.

"Kirei, how many people monitored yesterday's battle?" Through the Tosaka family's homemade gem phonograph, Toshimo was exchanging information in Kirei, who was in the church.

Kirei's lack of emotion sound was solemn through this somewhat distorted instrument, and it looked very priestly: "In terms of the information obtained by Assassin, the rider could certainly observe the battle, and the caster had the ability to observe the battle because of his long-distance observation. The berserker, saber and their master did not appear, but it is not ruled out that there are other possibilities for surveillance at the scene."

"Is that right? I understand. Thank you for your hard work, Kirei." Toshimoto ended his correspondence with Kirei and fell into deep thought. Things changed too quickly. Although the situation was generally optimistic, the fact that Archer was almost killed by Lancer still made people feel a little palpitation.

"Soshi, should I change my strategy and take the initiative to fight, or continue to watch from the wall?" Rin asked the most urgent question at this time.

"..." Shichen did not answer.

At this time, Archer interrupted: "No matter how you plan, the bastard Lancer can only die under my command."

"..." Toshimoto and Rin were silent, and they also began to consider the consequences of not allowing Archer to do so.

"I have to say so much. You and Toshiko will decide for yourself." Archer seemed impatient with the depressing atmosphere here. After saying that, he turned into a spirit body and went to the living room to rest alone.

"archer should still be very obedient now. He admits that I am a 'master'." Rin told Toshiko about the incident.

"Yeah?" Toshiko's eyes expanded a little, obviously surprised by the information, "Is that so? Very good, Rin, doing a good job."

"But if he is not satisfied..." Rin began to pour cold water, "archer doesn't seem to be someone who can endure or something."

"Indeed. But since the archer can control it, it is not a problem to take the initiative." Shimonic made up his mind, "Rin, next, you and the archer will take the initiative to find the enemy and seek battle. I will prepare you for intelligence and logistics."

"Okay, Toshima."

Rin had no problem. In her opinion, it would be a hell to not win this Holy Grail War. After all, her luck is b rather than e, and it is impossible for the kind of plot that only exists in third-rate soap operas.

Rin left the basement and thought a little confusedly: "Although he has to take the initiative to seek the enemy, it is impossible to fight openly during the day, right? So, what should I do next?"

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Yanye's apartment,

"Berserker, I'm going to the supermarket, you're following me." Yan Ye said to the air beside him.

"..." Of course, there would be no answer. Yan Ye smiled mockingly. After all, he summoned a Servant who couldn't even speak. How could he expect a reply?

"Well, forget it." Yan Ye walked straight out of the door after saying that. The servant, who had not answered Yan Ye's words, seemed to understand Yan Ye's order just now, and followed closely two meters behind Yan Ye.

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"Ah, is this the commercial street that Kiritsugu mentioned?" Alice Phil, wearing a pure white coat, stood by the roadside, looking at the ordinary world with curiosity.

"Yes." Saber was wearing a pure black suit, which covered up her petite figure well. One black and one white, both of them were exotic beauties. This combination appeared on the street and attracted a lot of attention for a while.

Alice Phil was really happy and smiled and said to Saber: "It's great. Then Saber, let's go in and have a walk."

"Yeah." Saber nodded, stretched out his hand and made a call. Alice Phil pulled Saber into a dancing step and walked towards the nearest supermarket.

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"Huh..." Webber still yawned uncontrollably, and then complained, "What are you talking about, rider. I haven't slept well since last night. Early this morning, I came to buy you pants again. It's a matter of course to sleep now."

"Well...so..." rider inexplicably stroked his chin with his right hand and fell into thought.

"Ah!" rider hammered his left hand with his right hand, "How about going to the supermarket?"

"Hey? Why did you suddenly want to go to that kind of place?" Webber just wants to go back to that "home" and have a good sleep.

Rider's words broke his dream: "War requires strategic supplies. Now we don't even have enough food and grass reserves, so of course we need to prepare some necessary items. Moreover, I heard that everything in supermarkets needs to be sold, and maybe even B2 fighter jets will be sold. If there is really, then we will grab a few."

"Ah, I want to complain too much and don't know how to start!" Webber's sleepiness was completely dispelled. "Didn't you eat up all the things at home? At most, there will be models in the supermarket and no real weapons will appear? How did you conquer the world at the beginning? Are your opponents the same fools as you?"

Rider patted Webber on the shoulder without any awareness, staggered him, and said generously: "Boy, aren't you quite energetic now? Let's go."

"Ah? Hey! I don't mean this!" Weber's teenager protested at the top of his lungs. But the rider in front seemed to completely ignore his opinion, and Weber finally had to keep up with rider's pace.

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Chapter completed!