A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 1008 ‘Lottery’

"Crystal Hill" Casino.

“All in black.”

Gilgamesh sat back in front of the roulette table and continued the game.

Just when the amount of money he won almost made the person in charge of the casino unable to sit still, a man broke into the gambling game.

“I’m all-in black, too.”

The man sat down on the seat next to Gilgamesh and placed a mountain of high-value chips on the table.

Gilgamesh stared at him intently and said, "Oh... do you want to imitate the scorpion fish and plunder my king's treasure?"

"How come, I'm not interested in money itself, I just want to get some luck from you." The man wore a fancy eye patch and smiled slightly, "Because I'm going to do something big soon and want to get lucky. "

As soon as he finished speaking, the ball on the roulette wheel landed on the black number, once again attracting cheers from the onlookers.

"Thank you for your tolerance. I will return the 'treasure' to your courtyard later." As he said that, the man held the same high-value chips as Gilgamesh in his hand.

Hearing the words "return to the courtyard", Gilgamesh asked: "Did you eavesdrop on what the king was talking to himself just now?"

"Talking to yourself? No, right?" The man smiled softly, turned his gaze to Tini, who was standing behind Gilgamesh, and continued, "It's already very late now, should we let this little girl go home and go to bed? Are you sleeping?"

Tini was so frightened by this sudden call that she took a breath of cold air.

But the dealer and other guests still couldn't see Tini, so they all looked puzzled after hearing what the man with the eyepatch said.

"I see. It seems that you are no ordinary bastard. Tell me your name so that I can hear it." Gilgamesh seemed to be interested in this man and ordered with an arrogant smile.

Hearing this, the man slowly stood up and replied: "Hansa Cervantes."

The man took a step away from the roulette wheel and put on the coat tucked under his arm. A cross necklace appeared on the black coat at some point. Seeing this, the dealer and other guests looked puzzled again - "Why is the priest here?"

In front of everyone, the priest who called himself Hansa said something that only Gilgamesh and Tini could understand.

"I'm late. I am the supervisor of this war. Please give me your advice."

After Hansa changed the casino chips into money, he walked towards the exit. I don't know when there were four more women beside him. Against the backdrop of the casino, it was even more obvious how incompatible the priest's clothing was with the current scene.

"Mr. Hansa, you ended up wearing a priest's attire and went into the casino." After leaving the casino, one of the women said.

"It's okay for us to wear casual clothes, but you still attracted a lot of disgusted looks, Hansa."

Hearing what the other woman said, Hansa smiled bitterly and replied: "I can't help it. The intelligence said that a magician (little girl) who is the master walked into the casino with a man who was suspected of being a heroic spirit. What else can I do?" I have time to change clothes. But forget it, I have to keep my going to the casino a secret from Master."

After sighing, Hansa shrugged and continued to tell the women: "You are the ones, go and change into formal clothes. There were craters in the desert yesterday, maybe something will happen tonight."

But in the eyes of women, this guy just changed the subject because he didn't want to be scolded.

Then, under the helpless looks of the women, he walked towards an institution in the city.

"I'll just go ahead and say hello as a supervisor."

"Go and meet one of the people who may be behind this ridiculous war."

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Police interrogation room.

It's still very early before dawn.

In the interrogation room of Snowfield Police Station, a very strange interrogation was taking place.

"……Name."

When the stern-faced policeman asked, the handcuffed aristocratic man calmly sat on a chair and replied: "If you need to call me by a name, then call me 'Saber.' .”

"Saber? It's a very arrogant name. Which grocery store did you buy the sword confiscated from you?"

The policeman's tone was full of sarcasm.

Although the man who claimed to be a swordsman heard it, he still smiled happily and said: "I want to exercise the so-called right of silence. That sword is very suitable for me. If others find out, they will all run to buy it and it will be sold out." What should I do?"

"...Stop talking nonsense to me here. Don't think that just because you're dressed like a king or a knight, you're the real deal!"

"You are quite perceptive. You actually saw that I was talking nonsense. It seems that the officials in this country are very good."

The swordsman's words of admiration made the policeman shout irritably: "Are you looking down on us? Are you out of your mind or on drugs?"

"Well, when I was young, people always said that I had a changeable temperament. In the eyes of people around me, I seemed to be a weirdo, but to me, this is a good thing."

"I see, you're used to hating others, so you got carried away and smashed the opera house into what it looked like?"

Another police officer on the side looked at the interrogator with a confused expression. He was confused as to how this man could keep up with the lunatic in front of him.

"I was indeed carried away. When I found out that I was summoned on a luxurious and gorgeous stage, I really felt high-spirited."

After that, the swordsman put away his smile and continued to the police with a serious face: "What you should do now is to investigate the cost of repairing the opera house and the number of craftsmen. As long as you tell me, I will Make amends.”

"That's a civil case. You have to ask the other party's lawyer. Besides, can a lunatic like you really be able to pay?"

"If you say no...that's a lie to you."

"Is it possible that you have a sponsor?"

——The clothes worn by this man named Swordsman are very formal. They are not like those you can buy in ordinary masquerade stores. They should be worth a lot of money.

The police officer in charge of the interrogation judged this, so he planned to try to extract more information from the swordsman, but——

"Otherwise, you can help me fund it, and I will remember your great kindness."

"You're not done yet, are you?" The detective slapped the table hard. He regretted that he would believe a madman's words.

The swordsman pondered for a moment, then thought for a while and said, "I won't let you pay for it in vain. I can do a trick for you, maybe it can subvert your cognition."

"trick?"

"Yes. Let me tell you, my tricks are really good. I can definitely scare you."

Seeing the swordsman's innocent smile like a child, the policemen in the interrogation room first looked at each other, and then cooperated with a sneer on their faces: "Then let us see what you can do in this state. Whatever happens."

The swordsman smiled and nodded at the policeman who was speaking, raised his handcuffed hands, shook them, and said, "I don't have anything in my hands, right? You have to watch carefully."

"……Um."

"...Next, I will disappear."

"ah?"

The policemen were stunned when they heard this and did not understand what the swordsman meant. At this moment——

The swordsman dissipated like fog.

Only a pair of handcuffs fell from mid-air to the table, making a crisp sound.

"What……"

All the police officers fell into a state of panic. They reached for the pistols and stun guns at their waists and turned their heads to look around.

"Where are the others?" "What happened?" "Don't open the door!"

While the police were in a hurry - the moment they took their eyes away from the man's chair, the man quietly reappeared on the chair. The only difference from before was that he had taken off the handcuffs.

The policemen were dripping with cold sweat and pointed their guns at the man, shouting: "No... don't move! Stay where you are!"

"I didn't move. Didn't I say it would definitely scare you."

This sentence seemed to mark the end of the joke. After saying this, the swordsman suppressed his smile and said seriously to the police: "I could have just escaped through the wall, or I could have attacked you, even in that opera house." Then I can leave without anyone noticing.”

The swordsman's gaze was like a torch, exuding a sense of oppression that seemed to swallow up the opponent's soul. In this case, the swordsman still tried hard to prove to the police that he was indeed not hostile.

"The reason why I didn't leave was entirely to show my 'respect' to you."

"...respect?"

"Let's not talk about whether we need to make up for the crime of destruction. Simply putting such a crime on others is an insult to the name of a knight. If I do such a thing, I will never have the face to face the beloved late king of my homeland. Therefore, I hope to use my own strength to let you understand that I am sincere in compensating, but I don’t want to be bound. I will sit here just to testify for that woman and prove her innocence.”

After the swordsman finished speaking calmly, the policemen fell silent. Although what the swordsman said was too inappropriate and ridiculous, he always exuded a force of intimidation and made people dare not question it.

"The reason why I didn't get rid of you is because you fulfilled your duties and were willing to sacrifice your life for the safety of the people. I want to express my humble respect for your noble aspirations. I will stay here before dawn as you requested."

Although the swordsman said the word "respect", the policemen looked at him with fear. The police were like frogs stared at by a snake, unable to move. Even so, the policemen glared at the swordsman, probably out of loyalty to their mission.

The opponent's constant hostility seemed to make the swordsman feel very happy. He said happily: "I will disappear when dawn comes. You should think about it now and how to explain it then."

Finally, with that innocent smile, he said something that sounded like a joke.

"How about I think about it with you?"

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Police station conference room.

Seeing the situation in the interrogation room reflected on the monitor on the table, Orlando pressed his temples and sighed, saying: "...It seems that he has no intention of hiding the Holy Grail War at all."

Orlando frowned and gave instructions to the female secretary beside him: "From now on, let the ordinary police withdraw from surveillance and interrogation work, and send members of Twenty-Eight Monsters to follow up. The people who were in the same room with that guy just now, use Implying processing of their memories.”

"yes."

While the secretary bowed in response, Orlando picked up a sword placed on the conference room table and asked: "...Is this the Noble Phantasm confiscated from him?"

"Yes, it looks like it's just a decorative sword, maybe because it hasn't released its true name yet."

"No, this is just a real decorative sword. I can't feel a trace of magic." At this point, Orlando suddenly realized something and asked again, "When he turned into a spirit before, this sword Has the sword disappeared?"

"I was also focused on the monitor at the time and didn't pay attention."

"Well……"

According to the report sent by Faldius' investigation team, Gilgamesh indeed "shot" hundreds of thousands of Noble Phantasms last night, but now not even the shadow of the Noble Phantasms can be found in the desert.

Of course, it is also possible that Faldius was lying, but Orlando thought it was more likely that some kind of power had recycled the shot Noble Phantasm back into the treasure house.

"There are still many unknown aspects of the Holy Grail War, and it is necessary to carefully study the relationship between heroic spirits and equipment."

Orlando stared at this "swordsman's sword" that could be touched with his hands, thinking about his future countermeasures.

"Ask the Warlock for his opinion later... However, I doubt whether he can give a serious answer."

He put the sword on the table, raised his legs and walked towards the entrance of the conference room.

"I'm going to meet the woman who seems to be the master for a while."

"Would it be too dangerous to make direct contact?"

"... If you let twenty-eight monsters come into contact with her rashly, she might do something to her, which would be just as troublesome." Seeing his secretary's uneasy look, Orlando said solemnly: "If I am not mentally prepared to go into battle in person, I I would never have chosen such a tactic from the beginning."

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At the same time, another area in the department.

After the interrogation, Ayaka was put into a cell. Perhaps because she was too tired, she lay on her back on the bed without even taking off her glasses.

The cells here are not simple cells divided by iron bars, but single cells surrounded by walls.

The room was much cleaner than Ayaka expected. Apart from being cramped, it was much more comfortable than sleeping in a tent or worrying about mosquitoes and lice in a cheap hotel.

It seemed ironic that she would feel more comfortable staying in this place than running around outside.

No matter what, Ayaka can't get out at the moment.

She stared at the ceiling intently and decided to rest.

However, I don’t know if it’s because too many things happened today, but Ayaka couldn’t sleep, and her mind was filled with the content of the interrogation just now.

Who are you, where are you from, why are you in that place, do you look like a Japanese, what is the purpose of coming to Snowfield...

Although the questions are simple, each one probes into her past. The other party didn't have any negotiation skills when asking questions, it was just a matter of course interrogation. But for Ayaka, answering these questions was indescribably painful.

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