"I finally asked my acquaintance to get a small bungalow." Hei Tonggan also gently blew away the dust and spider webs piled up on the cabinet, and the hero named Joan of Arc squatted on the corner a little awkwardly.

"Although I rarely use it after I bought it, I still have all the living facilities... Saber? What's wrong with you?" Hei Tonggan also turned his head and saw Joan of Arc's feeling of being uncomfortable. He couldn't help but feel a little surprised after seeing Joan of Arc's face as if he was sitting on pins and needles.

"Sorry... Master, can you allow me to change my sitting position..." Joan of Arc said in the girl's unique tone of request. "It's really unaccustomed to doing this, and you need to stand up straight when you want to draw your sword..."

"Of course, no one stipulates that you must sit like this." Hei Tonggan couldn't help laughing because of this request. "Saber, just do it with the feeling you are used to."

"Because Master, your temperament seems to be from a famous family, so it's really bad to be too presumptuous." After hearing this, Joan of Arc put his body in a slightly loose but easiest position to face. She was born in a rural family and naturally would not be used to doing things too well, but if she was summoned by a special job, she might live a pure life like a nun.

"No, this set of clothes is just to cater to the habits of the family, there is no need to follow this." Hei Tonggan also said with a smile. His wife often wears kimono, but even if his temperament is similar to her, it is completely opposite. Liang Qiyan's heart seemed to be always restrained, and Hei Tonggan seemed to be more old-fashioned because of this.

"Does Master already have a family..." Joan of Arc asked subconsciously and said, "

"Yes, there is a wife, and my daughter was born more than half a year ago." When Hei Tonggan also said this, she naturally smiled in the eyes of others. For men, a family is always a treasure worthy of self-demand.

(Did I get such a happy man involved in this war?) Even though her personality has not been holy, Joan of Arc's nature still loves everyone. For her, it is a great sin to get people into danger without authorization. In fact, she was extremely uneasy at the moment when she got the Lord's approval. However, this body no longer belongs to her parents. Joan of Arc, who was inspired by the gods, was already destined to raise the flag and fight for others. There will be no soldiers following her, and the purpose is not to bless the crown of the King of France. She is just one of the undead controlled by the "Holy Grail".

"Then Master, I'll go outside to investigate first." As if to escape, Joan of Arc quickly got up and bowed slightly to show his goodbye. She was wearing a black dress that Hei Tonggan also turned out from Hei Tong's flowers' wardrobe, so there is absolutely no problem in moving casually. Originally, as long as it was spiritualized, it was not necessary to go all the way, but Hei Tonggan's own opinion was to keep her physical substance for a long time. Obviously, if she did this, she would be more powerful... But since it was Master's decision, it was natural to obey her.

"If this happens, I will thank the people who provided it to me." Hei Tonggan also stood up and almost fell to the ground. Although the surface injury had been cured, there was still no sign of the "mark" being cut off.

"I wonder if she will be like this..." He muttered, and then Hei Tonggan opened the paper door and walked out.

After a moment

"It's okay~ Anyway, that house was originally intended to be provided to passers-by to rest." A woman with short chestnut hair seemed to be the same age as him smiled enthusiastically. "It's great that you can come and clean it up... Ah, sorry, isn't it a bit too much?"

"No, I am the one who made this request, and it is natural to be responsible for cleaning it." Hei Tonggan also leaned down slightly and bowed. "Anyway, thank you very much."

"If you are so polite, it will be difficult for me to deal with... In short, my grandfather and your wife's family are old friends, so you don't need to take this kind of thing to heart at all." It seems that it is a bit difficult to deal with the man who is so gentle as Kurokigan, the woman finally couldn't help but stand up and said a little tough, "If you have any needs in the future, just come to my Fujimura Okawa, the Fujimura team will be responsible for ensuring your safety."

"Then it's troublesome..."

"Okay! You don't need to be polite anymore!" Fujimura Okawa slapped his shoulder hard and almost let Kurokigan spit out blood. Even the two rituals were full of masculinity, they would not use the skills of the Great Power Vajra Palm, so he was really a little overwhelmed. "I will take dinner to see you in the evening, oh, by the way, are the two people living together?"

"Yes" did not hide it, it would be better to say that both of them came together, so if you choose to hide it at this moment, it would be suspicious

"That woman is... well, it's a bit bad to deal with other people's family affairs." Fujimura Okawa was not a person who could care about such small things. Any affair and cheating on NTR is a matter of no evidence. When she first saw Kuroki Katsuya, she felt that he would not do something sad, just like that man...

(I don’t know if the little boy was living well now...) Fujimura Okawa’s expression became a little dimmed, but he quickly recovered. Those who stayed in the past could not move forward.

"Okay~~~ Then let's get up automatically! If Dahe hasn't been cleaned before night, I'll be angry~~~!"

"Yes, I will definitely clean it up." Unlike the enthusiastic Fujimura Okawa, Kurokigan still answered with a smile that was not frivolous. If someone explained here that he came for war, then even if the person who spoke was himself, he would probably not believe it.

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"It's a very comfortable scene." Joan of Arc walked alone on the road and looked at the scenery everywhere. Unlike France, the air did not dissipate the smell of war smoke, and these beautiful scenes on the street would not be crushed into powder in memories by horse hooves and artillery fire.

"It is because of this that people should not desire things like the Holy Grail..." Joan of Arc murmured to himself, holding the cross hanging on his neck, and summoning all the beautiful things with desires and desires... This is the "Holy Grail War".

"...Sorry, I'm sorry, is something happening there?" Joan of Arc, who was thinking about moving forward, suddenly turned his head and looked at her left hand. There were a lot of people gathered on the street inexplicably, and activities were happening? No, the atmosphere scattered in the air is definitely not just "lively".

"Hey? Sorry, I don't know." The young man who happened to pass by said blushingly, as if he was stained by Joan of Arc's pure appearance

"Thank you for your answer, I wish you a smooth road ahead." Joan of Arc smiled at her and then stepped forward as if she had learned the answer. She was a saint who could hear the sound of the sky. For her, as long as others could answer, she would be a great help.

"Please stop, it's not a knight or a gentleman inexplicably." Joan of Arc scolded this way on the periphery of the crowd, and then the people who were originally gathered together hurriedly turned their heads because of this powerful shout.

"Do you understand the situation? Now it's..."

"I know very well that this girl from a foreign country did this because of someone's rude words and deeds. If this is a sin, can I understand it as a bullying of the foreigners?" Joan of Arc answered the question from others in an unwavering voice. "The gods love everyone, but the resistance to the guilty will not violate this. I hope you can look at this scene with a rational perspective. Then, please contact the doctor to rescue these lambs who have made mistakes for the moment, is it okay?"

"That...I'll call an ambulance right away..."

“We have done nothing…”

"Yes, we have not done anything." Perhaps it was influenced by the sharp light flashing in his eyes, and the people around him hurriedly made the most correct choice.

"Thank you very much for your help, by the way, what is your name?" After the crowd made way, the blonde girl in white coat smiled and thanked her. "Ask... Someone taught me that I must repay my kindness after being helped."

"You don't have to be polite. I just spoke a few words from the perspective of others." Joan of Arc politely changed the topic. "And I know you have not taken serious measures against these shallow people, otherwise I would have sent you to the court no matter what."

"That's really scary~" The girl covered her mouth and laughed, a short red light flashed in her innocent eyes.

"If we have the chance, we will meet again. Let's say goodbye first." Joan of Arc looked back at the crowd. The young man with his eyes wrapped in special cloth seemed to be smiling at her there, just as the fear in his heart was transformed. It was death or a nightmare.

(The creepy combination...but there is no desire or greed for the Holy Grail deep in their hearts) Joan of Arc closed his eyes slightly, then strode back (let me notify Master for now, you can't let him meet any of these two people alone)

"One of them is a group of heroes... right?" The white-haired boy standing at the top of the city silently revoked the magic in his eyes. "Will the standard summoning time be tonight?"

"Maybe~ But I'm not good at meeting these two people." The woman standing next to him smiled "giggled". Her light golden pupils were naturally spreading outwards to the magic called "Temptation". "Nah, how should I deal with it, Master?"

"The war has not started yet, don't hurt your morale first, Caster." The young man sighed, "I still remember to solve the problem of charm when I was in the city. I don't want to be besieged by a group of strange men."

"Huhuhuhu~ OK OK, I will find a way to solve it at that time." The woman said in a pleasant tone. "Anyway, this is our home court. If you want to be an enemy, you need another old fox."

"At that time, please don't talk too much... By the way, go to the church first in the evening." The boy suddenly thought of this question. "After all, it's the organizer, so it's better for us to visit it in person."

"I have a premonition that I may have to fight face to face with whom. Whether it is the saint or the true ancestor, they can be said to be a strong enemy who will compete with us." The woman's pupils suddenly shrank, not because of her desire for battle, but because of this, she was dissatisfied with it. "I finally got summoned in this originally impossible state, but I didn't expect that our opponent would be so troublesome."

"Just swallow their master directly." The woman stretched out her tongue and licked her lips. "Master, let me do it tonight. If you want to win, you must beat the enemy's weakness. Anyway, who told them to provoke so much?"

"...The magician's dictionary does not have the word "despicable". Caster, allowing you to attack a group first." The boy took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to the woman. "The target is this person, please make sure to do it without any trace."

"Don't worry, Master, who said we were a poisonous woman?" The woman with a robe swept away and disappeared from the boy. She took the lead and took action before the stage was built. No one needed it on the road to victory.

"Erquit, go to church again tonight, and someone will definitely visit the priest there. You are responsible for dragging the servants, and I am responsible for cutting off the Lord's neck."

"I understand Shigui, I will do my best." The eyes of the holy skeleton were slightly opened. They were not for glory, but for the result.
Chapter completed!