The Holy Grail War between me and my sand sculpture group friends

Bond Story Five:

Although he is a bit crazy and ridiculous in the story, it can be found after he is summoned.

He has all the perfect qualities such as high moral principles, fearless spirit, heroic behavior, firm belief in justice, and loyalty to love.

As a heroic spirit, character can undoubtedly be highly evaluated.

But I don't know why, although he was lucky enough to reach A+, he is a mobile disaster maker, and almost anyone who meets him will suffer a disaster.

It's really hard to explain.

Final story:

In the story, he travels around the world with his so-called servant, and finally wakes up from his dream at the moment when his hometown is about to face death.

Although I originally wanted to participate in the Holy Grail War so that people in future generations would no longer be like me, blindly pursuing things that are no longer suitable for this era,

Finally ruined a peaceful life.

But after seeing this world full of deceit, he doubted his own ideals.

After being questioned by someone, I remembered how I felt when I made up my mind to leave the house, determined to carry forward the last spirit of chivalry, and win this war for Master

Chapter 290 Chapter 280 Chapter [-] Knights, Adventures and Confirmation

"By the way, you mentioned the Montiel Field just now, is this the Montiel Field?"

Although Mu Yi felt that most of what Don Quixote said just now was nonsense, and he also felt that the other party's words sounded like the beginning of a third-rate novel, but Mu Yi had heard of Montiel Yuanye , is said to be a famous ancient battlefield in Europe. If this place is really based on the ancient battlefield of Montiel, maybe there will be heroic spirits who once galloped on that battlefield.

"Yes, yes, yes... I am indeed walking on this field now."

Don Quixote first gave an affirmative answer, but after he finished speaking, he began to talk to himself again.

"Oh, lucky age, lucky century, my deeds will be recorded here, it should be engraved on bronze, carved on marble, painted on wooden boards, and it will last forever."

——This person probably has a lot to talk about with Wisdom Ball.

Mu Yi actually has no objection to Don Quixote, but he really doesn’t want to listen to the other’s unnutritious words here endlessly, so when this idea pops up in his mind, he just drills into himself. He took out the Wisdom Ball from his arms and put it in the hands of Don Quixote, who was expressing his emotions. He believed that these two chatterboxes must be equal opponents.

"Hey, I'm Khadgar, what's your name?"

"I am Don Quixote, a knight appointed by destiny, and the annals of history are destined to be corrected for me."

...

Taking advantage of this short leisure time, Mu Yi went back to look for the children and old farmers who had just seen playing not far from the foot of the hill, but perhaps because of the horrifying scene they saw just now, they had long been clueless. This made Mu Yi's plan come to nothing.

After all, this third-level world seems to be quite large in scale. If there is no reminder from the characters embodied in this world, it would be a waste of time for me to wander around here without thinking, but now it seems that I can only Walked with those two chatterboxes.

It took Mu Yi a while to look back, Wisdom Ball and Don Quixote had already talked about Princess Dulcinea (made up by Don Quixote), the corners of Mu Yi’s mouth twitched when he witnessed this scene, He hesitated for a while, but spoke in a way he thought was appropriate.

"Okay, Mr. Knight, I'm glad you can have such a happy chat with this little thing, but now it's time to continue your unfinished adventure."

Mu Yi tried his best to think of the wording that fit the novel of knights, but he really hadn't read it, so what he finally said turned into weird sentences with an interpreter's accent.

However, even Muyi himself felt that the instigation contained in it was too explicit, but Don Quixote readily accepted it, and he seemed to accept this, so he terminated the conversation with Wisdom Ball , and said with an elegant attitude and a gentle voice:

"Yes, there are still unfinished adventures waiting for me, but I have been ordered to patrol here, and my knight medal tells me that I cannot leave my post without permission."

"Mr. Knight, isn't it an adventure to patrol the territory? But I think this land must have a lord, and you have to visit him first to patrol here."

Mu Yi didn't expect that this would work, so he continued, his purpose was to lead him to find the 'lord' of this land, that is, the controller of the third layer of the world.

"That's true. I haven't visited the lord until now. It's really inappropriate to do so."

That’s why Don Quixote would be teased by such a method. He slapped his head and felt that Mu Yi’s words were not unreasonable. Moreover, his long-cherished wish was to travel around and seek danger everywhere, patrolling him day after day. Enough is enough—from this point of view, there is still a gap between Don Quixote and a real knight.

So the two hit it off immediately. Although Don Quixote didn't know where the controller was, he knew a few nearby villages and towns, so the two of them decided to go there to find out.

...

Mysterious heroine X: "Mr. Knight, now is the time to continue the unfinished adventure!"

Oda Nobunaga: "HAHAHAHA..."

Sakura Kyoko: "What are you doing?"

Young Gil: "Anyway, just don't join and don't laugh. I have a hunch that something very cruel will happen next."

[The mysterious heroine X has been banned from speaking in Muyi's live broadcast room for 10 minutes]

Mu Yi: "Really, it's outrageous to still be playing at this time! X-sang, you should still be a student, and a student should have a child like a student, study hard, and don't spend all day in the live broadcast room!"

One way:"..."

El-Melloi II: "About the Montiel field, I just scanned through the original Don Quixote and found that it is actually the stage where Don Quixote's story takes place. I think there will be something related to that place." The probability of the heroic spirit is very small, so there should be no need to worry about it.”

El-Melloi II: "However, Cervantes, the writer who created Don Quixote, needs to pay more attention. I have already found information."

Mu Yi: "As expected of Teacher Kong, by the way, has Jack the Ripper joined the group?"

Mu Yi suddenly remembered this matter. He hadn't had the chance to ask about it just now, and he hadn't seen Jack speak. It's better to ask now if he has time.

Because he still clearly remembers that Nana Shiki, who was a side of Shiki, joined the group chat by himself. According to Nana Shiki at the time, Tohno Shiki and Ye Ye Shiki had actually received invitations to join the group, so Mu Yi actually I have always been worried about how many invitations this kind of multi-personality heroic spirit will receive at once.

Whether it is the little Jack or the Jack who can transform into a demon, they are all multi-personality aggregates. If they join, it may confirm the original conjecture.

El-Melloi II: "Joined, but both of them seem to have only one account. It seems that Nanaya Shiki may have been a special case back then."

El-Melloi II can basically be said to be the first group of people to join the chat room. Of course, he knew that Mu Yi asked this to prove something. If each personality of this kind of multi-personality existence has an account, the chat group The number of people will skyrocket in an instant, and it may be possible to raise several levels in one breath, but the result is indeed a bit unsatisfactory.

Little Jack: "Here!"

Jack: "Well, I haven't talked because I've been reading the materials just now, so I didn't talk. This is really a wonderful chat room."

Chapter 291 Chapter 280 Sinbad the Sailor, Count of Monte Cristo

"...It seems that something is not quite right."

When Mu Yi woke up, he had the illusion that the outside world had become a continuation of his dream. The surrounding environment was very bad, if not for a ray of sunlight cast across the gap between the thatched sheds On the ground, Mu Yi thought he was lying in a grave.

After a long while, Mu Yi finally woke up completely. After the fantasy feeling of the dream left, he really felt the tranquility of reality. With his mind cleared, he finally recalled what happened yesterday, so he patted and stuck on the The straw on his body quickly walked out of the horse.

——Yes, because Don Quixote has the bad habit of activating his treasures anytime and anywhere, so Muyi experienced many "earth-shattering" battles on the way to find the village yesterday. Only when it is easy to realize that it is just a passing goat or gravel on the side of the road.

At last he and Don Quixote reached a nearby village with great difficulty, but the only place that could be called an inn had no guest rooms at all, and at that time Don Quixote was muttering again, "Armor is my clothing, Fighting is my rest, rocks are my bed, insomnia is my sleep', so in the end they only asked for horses as a place to rest.

Originally, Mu Yi didn't need to rest after turning into a heroic spirit, but after nightfall last night, he felt overwhelming drowsiness. Although this was an extremely unreasonable thing, Mu Yi didn't expect it last night. I fell asleep in the straw pile, and I didn't realize something was wrong until I woke up this morning.

He told this matter to the people in the live broadcast room. Although El-Melloi II was not there at the moment, Chubby put forward his idea. It believed that this was the impact of the change of the rules by the controller of this layer. For example, to make Heroic Spirits become like ordinary humans, they must eat and sleep on time.

Although such rule changes have little effect on Mu Yi, who is originally a human being, he still needs to be more vigilant in the future. Maybe there is something hidden that may affect the changes in the battle rules that Mu Yi has not discovered yet.

But before Muyi discussed the reason, Don Quixote happily walked over with the wisdom ball, and told Muyi that he had asked about the location of the nearby lord.

"I heard from the kind Mr. Boss that the lord is said to be rich and generous, and he would kindly invite the person he likes to have dinner with him. Let's go quickly. I think it is in my adventure experience. Always essential."

"Where is the name of the lord, did the boss tell you?"

Mu Yi really didn't expect that this matter would be so easy to have a result. He felt deeply that Don Quixote was unreliable yesterday, and he thought he would stay in this world for a while longer.

"It seems to be Sinbad. That's what the boss said. This name sounds like a sailor. It is estimated that this adult lived at sea in his early years."

The name Don Quixote uttered made Mu Yi frowned. If he remembered correctly, Edmund Dantès in "The Count of Monte Cristo" once had such an alias—this The thing is that when FGO was out of the prison tower, Mu Yi deliberately made up "The Count of Monte Cristo". I have to say, that novel made Mu Yi feel a bit cool.

But whether this lord is an earl or not, you only need to go and see for such a thing.

...

"Why do I have to obey someone like you?"

After Kafka turned around and walked into the study again, and Dumas casually found a place to sit down, Edmund, who had been standing silent in the corner just now, spoke for the first time. The air is about to freeze, and anyone can feel that the atmosphere here is continuously falling.

"Because... this is actually a transaction that has already been paid?"

Dumas didn't care about this at all, instead he took the time to put the wine glass on the table beside him, as if he didn't notice the change in the atmosphere at all, but rather felt confident.

"Look, I will write about your revenge and publish it in a book, and I will praise your life to people all over the world."

"Grace and resentment, as long as there is an intersection between people, these things will be produced like tarsal maggots. Even a child will hold a grudge, and even a fool will repay a kindness. However, the hatred of being robbed of one's toys by a bad child and Is it the same as the hatred of being robbed of your entire life?"

Dumas was like an orator at this moment, he stood up and waved his arms, and his impassioned words echoed in the hall, but unlike the orator, the audience here was only Edmund.

"Of course it's different! So there's nothing wrong with thinking you're the one-in-a-kind avenger, but you, Edmond Dantès! King of the Grottoes! Count of Monte Cristo! Your story of revenge, all of you The grievances and grievances of yours, your stories and names one after another, are written by my pen, and I write them for tens of millions of readers."

Dumas, who said this, had already come in front of Edmund, and his gaze met Edmund's pupils that seemed to penetrate people's hearts without hesitation. At this moment, his aura could directly match Edmund's. confronted.

"There should be a limit to selfless devotion. I am not a saint without desires and demands, so correspondingly, I would like to ask you to do something for me."

"..."

Edmund and Dumas looked at each other for a while, and finally withdrew their aura first. When he was summoned, he had already been endowed with knowledge by the Holy Grail, so he knew very well what the other party said was right.However, Dumas can also be said to be similar to the existence of the Creator to Edmund. Although Edmund is not afraid of him, he still somewhat does not know what to say, but if he does not speak, he feels like he has lost. The other party was the same, so in the end Edmund could only criticize Dumas for being overbearing in his words.

"Recording my story can't be counted as a bargaining chip in advance. It's really unreasonable for you to say that."

"Ha, no matter what, the final result is beyond imagination, isn't it? As long as [Avengers] is mentioned, the whole of France, no, people all over the world will first think of you and the Count of Monte Cristo. Only Only such a result can prove that your revenge, who was wronged by society, forgotten by people, and abandoned by the world, is correct... I know you don't care about being right or not, but other people related to you may because of this be redeemed."

Dumas knew that he had probably achieved his goal, so he shrugged and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.Of course he knew where the earl's weakness lay, even more than he felt that he had experienced the rehearsal of this conversation—fortunately, he did, otherwise he would really have to find a way to capture Shakespeare back.

Chapter 292 Chapter 280 Eight Wait, and Hope

Is the so-called redemption for Mercedes, whom Edmund loved deeply but did not keep faithful to the end, or for Heidi, who left the last remaining love and tenderness to the earl?

After hearing what Dumas said, Edmund had nothing to say again, he silently turned his head aside, but after all he couldn't pronounce the name of the person he was thinking about.

After a while, Edmund turned his head again, but at this moment he was completely different from just now, and the black flame representing resentment ignited ragingly as he spoke again.

"You can do whatever you want, but I hope you are clear that the reason why I am going on this dark road ahead is just because I want to find out the truth of the other side of my grievances. Edmond Dantès, this man, Already dead at the Château d'If . . . no one will leave that prison tower alive."

Yes, Edmund... No, the Count of Monte Cristo was right in one point. No one can leave the prison tower alive, so the tower that left the prison tower is already a monster that looks like a human and not a human.

"It's a little surprising that you, who manifested here, actually have the right to choose your own second life—just defeat me, Kafka and two other bastards who slipped out, and then you can become The real uncrowned king of this world. But you are not, as far as I can see, the only direction you are heading towards is hell. The only ending of letting the fire of vengeance burn is to fall deeper than the black flame that surrounds you now It’s just in the darkness, are you sure you want to do this?”

When things were going smoothly, Dumas started to mention the Earl as if he was afraid that he would miss something. This was a behavior almost like wanting to win the championship in a death contest.

"Heh...hehehehe...hehehahahahahaha...kuhahahahahaha!"

The earl finally smiled for the first time after appearing in the real world, and let out a hearty laugh. He aimed at Dumas' throat at that moment, and finally let go of his right hand, which did not relax even when he was embarrassed and talked about redemption, and then looked at The dome with the ornate chandelier.

"Is that so, do you want to go to hell again in this new story?"

Dumas didn't pay attention to the count's small actions, or maybe he didn't notice at all that the threat hadn't been lifted when he thought it was a sure thing just now, but at this moment he picked up the wine glass that was put aside and took another sip , the wine in the glass moistened Dumas's throat, which was dry because of the long speech, and this happened to be that Dumas tasted the sweetness of victory.

"The hell ahead is enough. Only in this way can I prove that this path is worthy of me. I have fallen into hell, devoured hell to save my life! I am not the only one! The person you want me to deal with It is not the object of my revenge, but the retribution of involving Wugou people in my anger, if I don't bear it myself, why should I say the word revenge?"

The count jumped up violently, and with words filled with resentment flames, his body slammed straight into the dome.The faint blue flame with a black flame heart faintly shattered the gorgeous chandelier when he arrived at his figure, and at the same time opened a big hole in the dome.Although the sparring of the writer who created himself finally satisfied him, the count had to charge a little interest-no one could use the Count of Monte Cristo.

"You and your companions can just use the pen to create, but don't forget, if this new story doesn't satisfy me, then I will go back here first, and make this whole studio together with you Shred the spirit base together!"

The count stood on the broken dome, looking down at the illusory world under his feet from the highest point of the workshop floating in mid-air, he laughed again, but he didn't know why.

"But on the other hand, if you like the ending, you should applaud us from the bottom of your heart!"

Dumas was originally a casual person, and he just raised his glass when he witnessed this scene. If Kafka were here at this moment, he would probably jump his feet angrily.

"Then, there is only one thing I want to say to you..."

The Count of Monte Cristo jumped down from the dome, and soon his figure and his last words were swept by the strong wind, and finally disappeared in midair.

And what he said was—

"Wait and hope."

...

"Sure enough, when it comes to Sinbad, I have a bad feeling."

Mu Yi looked at the endless ocean that suddenly appeared in front of him, and heaved a long sigh. He really couldn't figure it out. The surroundings seemed to be a wilderness. He always thought that the world was full of plains. Well, in the end, the existence of the ocean still appeared.

"This is probably the so-called Murphy's Law. Hey, I only learned this vocabulary after I came here. It probably means that things will always develop in the worst direction. So what's the matter, do you mean that you are actually afraid of the sea? ?”

The wisdom ball that was received by Don Quixote in the backpack jumped out at this time, and there was a string of words like a cannonball, Mu Yi felt that he should have thrown the broken ball that tripped him at that time. .

"My dear follower, in fact, you don't have to worry about this, because my Rossinante is a flying pegasus, so it will carry us across the ocean to the lord's castle."

Don Quixote also spoke at this time. I don’t know when Mu Yi’s status has fallen to the level of a follower, but Mu Yi doesn’t really care about the matter of status. What he doubts now is Don Quixote’s words authenticity.