Begin the Holy Grail War with the Sombra Legion

"I heard that Mr. Jiantong has always been kind, kind, and wise. I just feel a little confused recently. I don't know if I have the opportunity to visit the old man and receive his teachings?"

Matou Heye's expression froze completely. As the person in charge of the Matou family, compared with other company leaders and directors at the same time, the thoughts in Matou Heye's heart were completely written on his face.

Nozawa didn't need to make any effort at all, and read the surprise and disgust of "Are you crazy?" from his face.

Matou Heye did not dare to resist Matou Zouken, when he thought of the dense wormhole, the mother and wife who lost their value after giving birth, fear flowed in his veins.

But this does not mean that he is so stupid that he does not know who created the current situation of the Jiantong family. This old man whose name has appeared more than once in the family tree, although he has kept the property of the Jiantong family, but for anyone with the surname Jiantong For many people, it is the source of tormenting fate.

The current deteriorating situation of the Matou family, the existence of an increasingly distorted heir, Matou Zouken, cannot be said to have nothing to do with it, at least it is also the culprit.

Thinking of the old man raising a hole full of worms in the humid environment every day, Matou Tsuruno felt a chill, and felt sincerely grateful that he did not inherit the aptitude of the magic way.

In the end, this young boy actually offered to approach that old man.

Matou Heye could sense that there would be another corpse in the wormhole in the basement.

"Mr. Matou?"

Hearing Nozawa's reminder, Matou Tsuruno knew that he had lost his composure.

Maybe it was because of the little kindness in his heart, or maybe it was just to reduce trouble, Matou Tsuruno spoke out his usual diplomatic rhetoric.

"I'm sorry, my father has been away recently, and I'm afraid he will disappoint you."

"Yes, that would be such a pity."

Nozawa, who didn't seem to intend to continue pestering Matou Heye, breathed a sigh of relief, and after the process-like condolences, he couldn't wait to escape from this kind of fool who wanted to contact Matou Zouken proactively.

He thought that this matter would end like this, but unexpectedly, the nightmare had just begun.

In the next few days, no matter whether he was in a banquet, restaurant, or casino, he would meet Nozawa by "coincidence" and warmly ask him about his father's situation.

Even in order to avoid Nozawa, when Matou Tsuruno deliberately went to a lecture that he never went to before, Nozawa was sitting next to him. At one point, Matou Heye thought that this young boy was eyeing him, After wanting to have a hearty fencing and thus raising his vigilance, Nozawa showed a happy expression after asking the question today, and said that he would not bother him again in the future.

"I didn't make any weird answers, did I?"

But no matter what, he can finally be free. Tonight, he deliberately got drunk and didn't go back to Matou's house. Matou Heye thought happily, picked up alcohol as usual, and began to numb himself.

And Nozawa, who just walked out of the door, has disappeared without a trace at this moment.

"Today, Matou Heye's answer was that my father was inconvenient, not that the previous one was gone."

"here you go."

Roland praised and waved his hand, and Nozawa bowed consciously, and was pulled into the darkness by the black shadow ninja.

"Can't bear it anymore?"

Oni Wu Tsuji looked at Roland eager to try, and said, "I've been preparing for so long, why don't I set a better time? According to that trash, Zouken Matou just came back today."

"Don't wait, the more you wait, the more mistakes you will make. I can't wait."

On the table next to Roland, there was already a thick stack of books, many of the pages of which had been rolled up, and bookmarks were piled up in a thick stack.

These shadow corps are collected in books,

They are all the records of the Yusanjia left by the magicians of the time. From the perspective of the magicians, they all made a general comment on the situation of the Yusanjia, and also mixed some possible effective ideas.

This is much faster than looking for it by yourself, and because of different areas of expertise, channels, and angles, everyone has a different focus on the Matou family. The clear inner addition made him full of confidence.

For Roland, the records in these books are as interesting as reading guides. The more he reads, the more he can't wait to try it himself.

The more Roland thought about it, the more excited he became. He was extremely energetic, and the scorching flame was ignited in his heart again.

"Tonight, I'll kill Matou Zouken." Roland said with a smile, feeling the pleasure of accelerating adrenaline secretion, and there was a kind of excitement in his eyes.

When he was about to taste the joy of killing bugs, even the waiting time was so beautiful and sweet. Roland poured candy into his mouth without hesitation, and his expression became quieter a little bit. Like a sheathed blade.

Oni Wu Tsuji understood that this was by no means a quelling of the killing intent, but a deliberate precipitation in order to better taste the ultimate pleasure.

When the delicious food is in front of you, wait a little longer and hold back the impulse, its deliciousness will increase exponentially, Roland understands this truth well.

Guiwu Tsuji was also guarding the door, staring at the sky, looking forward to it. When the blazing dark flames in Roland's pupils were extinguished, what he pulled out would be as he expected, pure and cold, with only blood stains remaining Is it the Demon Sword?

In the silent room, there was only the sound of eating sweets, and the sound of cold iron cans hitting the ground from time to time.

Gui Wu Tsuji was also curious about this kind of heterogeneous habits, but he didn't ask Roland. As a patient who was dying in a hospital bed before the age of twenty, it was like understanding that he once had a healthy body and eternal life. same desire.

In Roland's view, perhaps eating sugar is the easiest way to get sweetness. He uses his own impulse as the carriage and happiness as the rein to walk endlessly on the way forward.

While waiting in silence, Oni Wu Tsuji turned his head, the night outside the tall building had already lowered its own curtain, black clouds covered everything, even the moonlight could not come through.

"It's time," Guiwu Tsuji looked at Roland and reminded, "It's a dark and windy day, and it's the best time for funerals."

"Very good," Roland threw away the last empty jar and smashed it to the side. This time, it made a crisp sound - the jars next to it had piled up into a hill half the height of a person.

Wiping the sugar residue from his mouth, Roland savored the sweet taste that overwhelmed everything in his mouth, his appetite whetted, and he already wanted to taste the joy that surpassed these.

"I've finished eating too."