[FGO] Stone is a bad civilization

The small celebration banquet in the evening was very successful. The work of the twenty or so employees of Chaldea basically followed up the process of singularity restoration. The return of Matthew and Lixiang also means that they will usher in a During the short holiday, the new singularity coordinates have been investigated, and the next thing to wait is more detailed data measurement and the maintenance and update of physical equipment. In short, for everyone, tonight's party is a place where you can temporarily relax. and occasions for stress relief.

The finale menu of the dinner was a huge chocolate cake. When the lady waiter pushed the cake out of the kitchen with a small trolley, the atmosphere in the venue suddenly became jubilant, and the doctor took the brunt of the cake and cut it first. The right to the knife was unanimously oppressed by everyone on the issue of subsequent distribution, so that in the end they could only squat in the corner with a bite-sized sponge cake blank and weep silently.

"Don't look at me." I moved my piece of cake back, intending to hide it where Dr. Roman could not see it.

"Today's cake will never be given to you again!"

The doctor let out an "oh", and aggrievedly withdrew his gaze from torturing my cake.

Fu Fu, who had been standing by my plate and watched the whole process, let out a laughing voice, and then took advantage of the doctor's inattention and swiftly stole his small piece of cake, leaving the other party in the dark. She shed tears of regret.

"The doctor looks so pitiful." I heard Matthew sitting beside me say this, but she had already finished her share of cake, leaving only some unscraped cream and bits and pieces on the plate in front of her Fufu didn't even have the interest to lick the cake residue after seeing it.

"I also think, thank you for the hospitality!" Sitting opposite her, Fujimaru Tateka swallowed the last bite of dessert, and added in a timely manner, "It's a pity that I didn't even get a bite."

It just so happened that Leonardo Da Vinci was passing by our table with the largest piece of cake that had been divided. When Roman saw this, he could only squeeze out a sob from his throat in grief and anger, and his lost hair drooped down.

"It's just a piece of cake, don't you want to be so exaggerated." While stroking Fufu's back hair, I said this to Dr. Roman who was full of frustration.

"You have contracted [-]% of the usual cake supply, so it doesn't matter if you let everyone a little bit this time?"

"...Although it makes sense, I still feel it's a pity." Roman said, "I don't have a share of the cake for the celebration. It sounds like I've been excluded."

I rubbed Fufu's hand.

"Okay," I said, "that reason has convinced me, wait."

From the back of the refrigerator in the kitchen, I fetched the cake cups I was going to stash for myself for breakfast.

"It's made with the leftovers of the big cake just now. It may look a bit ugly, but the taste is the same. If you don't mind it, just eat this."

"Oh! This marble tile-like pattern, this sweet and delicious smell... wait, is it caramel?" Dr. Roman asked me excitedly.

"Just take a gas torch and burn it a little bit for flavor."

Roman used his hands to avoid Fufu who came forward to sniff, took a spoon and dug a piece of cake and stuffed it into his mouth. After a pause of two seconds, he let out a long "uh—" With a sound, he narrowed his eyes and showed a satisfied expression.

"Delicious!" he exclaimed.

After finishing the small cake cup in twos and threes, Dr. Roman licked his mouth with unsatisfied desire.

"It would be nice if it was a little sweeter," he recalled. "It should go well with coffee."

"Just because there is no coffee for dinner, so I specially reduced the amount of sugar." I said.

Matthew also echoed: "I also think this kind of sweetness is just right, very satisfying."

"Senior, what do you think?" She turned to Fujimaru Tachika, who was teasing Fufu with a canned cherry. When she was distracted, a small white animal caught the opportunity and snatched the candy from her hand. bait.

While Fufu was concentrating on eating the fruit, the black-haired boy stroked Fufu's thick fur twice, then scratched his cheek, and said with a smile: "I don't know much about this kind of food, but I think it's delicious. very nice."

Unsurprisingly, his evaluation was approved by the people around him. A group of people huddled together happily, clinking glasses, singing, and laughter mixed together, which also stained the inorganic pure white lights in the restaurant. temperature.

The hilarity lasted until ten o'clock in the evening. The only minor in the group was the first to be urged to go to sleep by everyone. I caught Fufu who fell asleep while hanging on my neck and returned it to Matthew. , Gently said "good night" to the little girl who was already a little sleepy.

Other employees also left the restaurant one after another within the next hour. Dr. Roman was poured down a whole bottle of whiskey by some unscrupulous colleague. Da Vinci and I worked together to move him back to his room.

"I don't have the position and idea to take care of men now."

Da Vinci, who wore the appearance of the Mona Lisa, said so, and happily went back to his magic workshop first, leaving me alone to deal with the drunken muddy doctor.Luckily, his wine tasted pretty good, and a series of things like taking off his uniform, wiping his face, and stuffing the drunk doctor full of "Magic☆Merry" into his own bed went smoothly, but when I finally left the room At that time, the pointer of the electronic clock in the room had already quietly crossed the zero position.

It's already the second day.

I stood in the corridor and looked out of the glass window. The sky after the anthropogenic burnt down remained at an unfathomable level forever. All judgments about the passage of time can only be based on the fact that there is no power outage in Chaldea. A clock that is still running tirelessly.

This scene seemed familiar, a flash of light flashed in my mind, and I subconsciously turned around.

"Oh, didn't you get scared this time, master?" Young Jill, who was standing behind me at some point, showed me a cute smile.

"...For the time being, I have made some psychological preparations for your elusiveness."

I took advantage of the opportunity and sat down on the edge of the bay window in the corridor.

"What? Not enough magic power?" I asked him.

"Well... if you want to give me some more, I won't refuse." Young Jill said politely, but his movements were very crisp. He directly opened the treasure of the king, and took out a handful of golden treasures from it. Dagger and a golden cup.

I took the dagger from his hand, rolled up my sleeves, and swiped twice on my forearm with the blade.

Young Jill waited patiently for me for two seconds, and then said: "If the master doesn't do it, you can use other methods of replenishing magic, I don't mind."

I sighed, lowered the knife neatly, and let my own blood pour out from the wound, filling the entire golden goblet drip by tick.

"Thank you for the hospitality." Young Jill drank the cup of blood, smacked his lips and commented, "The taste is not bad."

I raised my arm and looked at the wound where the knife was used to let the blood out just now. The wound I made myself was very deep, but now there was only a red line left on my arm.After I wiped off the last blood with my hand, I saw that the skin under the blood had returned to an intact state.

"What did you feed me back then?" I asked Young Jill.

"The elixir for life extension." Young Jill looked at me with a smile.

"Is there no other effect?" I frowned, "Don't you think the wound healed too quickly?"

"This is a manifestation of the abundance of magic power in your body, Master? It has nothing to do with my medicine."

I pondered for a few seconds.

"You should know what the state of my body is right now? I can store magic power without a magic circuit, but I can't dispatch it if I have no magic power..." I lowered my arms and rearranged my sleeves neatly, "Is it the Holy Grail?"

"It's the Holy Grail."

Young Jill said: "The reason for your situation is not so hard to guess, right?"

"The holy grail solution destroyed my magic circuit, but it filled my body with magic power." I touched my chest, where the magic imprint of my family was originally engraved, "Without a magic circuit, it is impossible to maintain magic power, but I But it holds a magic imprint related to enchantment... Is it the nature of one of the imprints that is permanently activated that prevents the magic power in the body from dispersing?"

Young-gil looked at me without saying a word.

"Gilgamesh," I said slowly, "Fujimaru Tachika has returned to Chaldea, are you really unwilling to sign a master-slave contract with him?"

The golden follower blinked and suddenly smiled.

"Master, are you asking me for help?" he asked me.

"You must know something." I looked at him firmly.

"It's about the method of the contract between you and me, or about the tablet. You already knew it in your heart a long time ago."

"Watching me struggling to solve these problems that I'm not good at is also within the scope of your pleasure?"

"What?" Young Jill looked troubled, "This is your choice, Master, isn't it? Obviously, it's okay to stay in Chaldea as a support, but I want to go directly to the singularity to fight."

"You have to work hard to achieve your goals."

I think back to the professional materials I read two days ago, and my heart is full of frustration about "do not understand" and "do not understand".

But to Gilgamesh's blunt statement "As a liberal arts student, I really can't understand such a complicated code", I really can't say it.

I just told Young Jill that I can comfortably play games in Chaldea and watch the plot for instructions, but I just want to return to the battlefield of the singularity. Since I have made such a decision, I should do it for it. Pay a price.

I don't believe that with Gilgamesh's rich collection of treasures, he will not be able to find other ways to make sacrifices on his own, but the reality is that he doesn't use his own royal wealth to solve the problem, but chooses to come every three or two days I'm here to seek healing...

In my current situation, it is impossible for me to summon a servant. The only way in front of me is to sign a contract with the existing Gilgamesh. If I can solve the problem of how to make a contract, the summoned Realization becomes a cinch.

The key to solving the problem lies in how to interpret the programs and magic formulas in the tablet, and connect them with Chaldea's "fate" summoning system, so as to achieve the purpose of using electricity to give demons to followers.

I pinched my eyebrows in great distress.

"In any case, you have to solve the problem by yourself in the end, master." Young Jill smiled happily on the side.

I glanced at him sullenly, but in exchange for a bigger smile on his face.

"That's right." The child-like servant kept a disgusting expression of gloating, and after bouncing around in front of me twice, he suddenly leaned forward and tugged at my collar.

"What?" I was taken aback by his unexpected action, who was still in distress.

"Hmm..." Young Jill reached out and touched the place where I was bitten by Fufu earlier. The small wound had already healed when I left the control room with the little white animal. Only the blood on the neckline of the garment in the room that has not yet been cleaned can show the traces of its existence.

Gilgamesh knew that nothing would surprise me, but I was a little different. He would care about a wound that had healed.

"Let me just remind you." Young Jill let me go after touching it twice, and his usual innocent smile returned to his face, "Sucking cats is risky, and you need to be careful when touching cats."

"As a walking magic pool, you'd better stay away from that creature."

The author has something to say:

Yukimi Aiba (early morning): Is it time to sleep?No, I, Aiba Xuejian, will be high until the latest today

Young Jill: Indulging in that kind of creature will make you useless, master