Begin the Holy Grail War with the Sombra Legion

Ask for trouble.

Oni Wu Tsuji's interest was lifted, and Roland directly stated the reason for his anger, but this trash named Nozawa still didn't have such a good eye.

It seems that he can see a good show today, Wu Mi's favorite thing to appreciate is other people's tragedies.

After Nozawa said, "Please give me another chance", Roland's movements froze for a few seconds, but a sneer appeared on his face.

Like a volcano that was about to erupt, Roland let go of Nozawa's hand, causing him to fall to the ground. He walked back to his sofa and sat down again.

Nozawa has not been able to recover from the cramping pain in his abdomen. The severe pain made him kneel on the ground, anxiously waiting for his fate. Because of the severe pain on his triangular face, under the spontaneous reaction of his body , The tears couldn't stop falling, and Nozawa didn't dare to let his tears fall on the floor, so he could only keep wiping.

The hands that couldn't tell the difference between the heavy and the heavy made his face have eye-catching red marks. Coupled with his current embarrassed posture, he looked like a funny clown.

It is hard to imagine that these two people were still sitting in this position talking to each other a few days ago.

Unlike the generally peaceful atmosphere before, the command to 'run' came from instinct and the oppressive feeling in the room that seemed to be substantiated made Nozawa understand that what is now shrouded between the two, It was an invisible but heavy oppressive force spreading from Roland's body.

Under the influence of this irresistible dangerous atmosphere, Nozawa showed a difficult expression, only feeling heart palpitations.

"Get up." Roland said coldly: "I said, I will show you mercy, so let me think about it."

"Yes... yes, thank you, Lord Roland!"

The inexplicably horrified Nozawa seemed to have been forgiven, and he knocked down his head vigorously to convey his inner respect.

But Roland didn't stop talking, he just continued talking.

"However, since you don't cherish the opportunity you bought from me with your own value before, and you insist on putting this disappointing look in front of my eyes, and dare to order me, I have no choice but to use my rules to deal with you .”

Roland waved his hand and responded calmly: "If you gain something, you lose something, isn't it fair?"

This common and popular reasoning made Nozawa nodded subconsciously. Seeing such a move, Roland smiled even happier.

"It seems that both of us agree with this truth, so..." Roland looked like he had finally made a decision, and he didn't intend to get up from the sofa. Does this mean that his life is saved? Lord Roland magnanimously forgave his stupid offense?

Nozawa looked up expectantly, hoping to hear that wonderful answer.

But just before Roland spoke, the voice of the uninvited guest sounded.

"Jingle Bell---!!!"

An ear-piercing and eye-catching voice came from Nozawa's pocket, wantonly proclaiming his existence in the well-closed room. Nozawa took out the vibrating and roaring little thing from the pocket of his pajamas in a hurry.

This is his mobile phone. Although the current functions are not comprehensive enough, it is already an amazing luxury for students in this era. For Nozawa, it is also the best prop to show off his family background, so he I keep it in my pocket all the time, even if I just got up, I haven’t changed my clothes, and I haven’t forgotten to pick up my phone.

His bell is always turned up to the maximum, so that when it rings, Shi Shiran takes him out of his pocket, the chic feeling of connecting, and the surprised and envious eyes of the people around him.

But now, Nozawa just wants to smash this thing that he regarded as his lifeblood yesterday, the melodious bell sounds now, so sharp and annoying, just like the roar of a shrew cursing the street, Like... the footsteps of death.

Damn, damn, because of his impatience, Nozawa almost lost his grip. He frantically turned the phone over and wanted to hang up the call—he already felt Roland's eyes looking over him.

The number on the phone was called by the old housekeeper who was in charge of their family's daily affairs. Logically speaking, he basically wouldn't contact him. Wouldn't it be more reliable to find his parents?

No time to think so much, Nozawa was about to hang up the phone, but Roland spoke and stopped him.

"Pick it up, pick it up quickly, maybe there is something that you can't miss, it's very important news."

Roland leaned on the sofa with a smiling expression, and his eyes were also shining with anticipation.

That feeling of superiority is like the audience on the stage who already know the development of fate, looking forward to the actor's sense of superiority step by step into the end.

Nozawa lowered his head, staring at the string of familiar numbers, an inexplicable voice sounded in his heart.

- Absolutely don't answer this call.

Otherwise, something terrible will happen. Nozawa tried to aim at the answer button with his trembling hand, but failed to press it several times. He had to use the other hand to press his wrist to stabilize his fingers. , pressed down hard.

"Moshi Moshi," Nozawa replied in a weak trill without putting the phone to his ear. Fortunately, the loud voice of the person on the other end of the phone could still communicate clearly.

"Master Nozawa! Why did it take you so long to answer the phone! Where did you go!" The butler's voice was very anxious, and there was a questioning tone, which was already a little too much for his identity.

Before Nozawa could respond, the butler revealed the reason for his gesture: "Come back quickly, something is wrong, ma'am... Madam and the master went out together in the car this morning, and there was an accident accidentally, there was a car accident, The hospital said...the two of them died on the spot..."

Nozawa's cell phone slipped from his already trembling palm and fell on the wool carpet without making any sound, just like Nozawa now, he burst into tears, opened his mouth wide, and wanted to cry out, but His throat seemed to be broken, and he couldn't make any sound, only his mouth was constantly opening and closing.

Some kind of intense emotion penetrated his whole body like a bullet, causing Nozawa to tear his hair, unable to control himself.

Roland, who was sitting on the sofa, straightened up, and Mumai Tsuji, who had shown disdain for Nozawa before, also took the initiative to come over, admiring the colorful expressions on Nozawa's face.

Then, they all had joyful smiles on their faces.

"Master Nozawa, I agree to your request, and I decided to give you another chance."

Roland said, a verdict was issued on Nozawa's fate.

If there is a gain, there is a loss.

As if he had grasped the key point, Nozawa's mind was occupied by this thought, but compared to the surging emotions in his body, there was something, better than instinct, manipulating him who could no longer control himself, and opened his mouth to answer.

In the most respectful and humble tone.

"Yes, Lord Roland."