I'm Really Strong

Bai Ziqing hinted, but Tokiomi Tosaka shook his head as if he was being reserved.

"...Sorry, maybe that is more in the interests of the Tohsaka family, but I really can't reach any cooperation with the person who has occupied the Great Holy Grail and the achievements of the Yusan family for two hundred years."

This is Tosaka Tokiomi's restraint, stubbornness and grace.

Bai Ziqing can understand this feeling, it is better to say that Tohsaka Tokiomi who made this choice is more like an ordinary person in his eyes.

"If you change your mind, you are welcome to come to us." After Bai Ziqing left this sentence, he felt that the conversation was almost over.

"The last question, where did the old man of the Matou family go?" Tokiomi Tosaka looked at Bai Ziqing.

"You don't want to know his current situation." Bai Ziqing said firmly.

"I understand." After Tosaka Tokiomi finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and glanced at Gilgamesh by the wall, "Come on, hand over the Command Spell, and everything will be over."

The red brilliance shone, Gilgamesh still had a smile on his face, holding the wine glass gently in his hand.

And Bai Ziqing, after confirming the brand new Command Spell on the other hand, got up and left Tokiomi's room: "Let's go, Archer, the farce in the land of Fuyuki is over."

"Is it a farce? How dare you say it." Gilgamesh turned his head and glanced at Tokiomi Tosaka, "If you made that decision just now, I'd probably think more of you, Tokiomi?"

"In that case, the Tohsaka family will not exist." Tohsaka Tokiomi looked Gilgamesh directly in the eyes, without the slightest respect, "The Tohsaka family can't fall, since this road will not work. , then it will be up to my daughter, who has inherited the engraving, and my descendants to open up a new path. I have an obligation to protect the strength of the Tohsaka family."

"Cut, it's boring." Gilgamesh put the leftover red wine on the cabinet and followed Bai Ziqing's footsteps, "Hey, bastard, can you play racing games?"

"Whether it's a console or reality, Archer."

"Hmph, it doesn't look like you're the kind of boring person who deliberately releases water when he entertains this king..."

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I just put the waste manuscript that should have been deleted, and many of the sentences are quite imprecise.Originally, I thought it should be in the trash can, but I found this version in the trash can that should be posted...

Chapter 36 The Rainy Season of Castamere

Half a month later, London.

El-Melloi Manor.

"My dear elder brother, it's better than anything to see you come back safe and sound."

The blond girl with the expression of a little devil is wearing a handmade British style lace dress, holding a teddy bear in her arms, sitting on the sofa with her feet on her feet and watching her long-lost brother.

"Lennie, are you all done with your homework?"

Kenneth took off his jacket and handed it to the housekeeper. He glanced at his niece and sister-in-law with a helpless expression on his face.

"Ah, this is the first thing you said to your sister whom you haven't seen for a long time? What a ruthless elder brother." Lenis pretended to be sad with her hands, but she still had a heartless smile on her face.

"Then, sir, how do you feel about the Far East Land?"

"Is it none of your business?"

Kenneth loosened the first button of his shirt, and naturally he wasn't as strict in his own home as it was outside.Just when he ordered the housekeeper to prepare some refreshing coffee for him, the sister-in-law opened her mouth again.

"Sure enough, something terrible must have happened in that piece of the Far East." Lenis tilted her head.

"Huh?" Kenneth raised his eyebrows, "Why?"

"If the ritual called the Holy Grail War is really just a rough trick of the country magician, according to the habit of the elder brother, he has already started to complain about how over-the-top those country magicians are, and how far they are from the nobles of the clock tower. , or how things are going with Miss Sora."

Lenis said this, her voice lowered, and she grinned like a woman with a gaping hole.

"It's a pity that you don't change careers as a detective, Lenis El-Melloi Archizolti." Kenneth looked at his step sister.

"Thanks for the compliment, Monarch Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald." Laines tilted her head to the other side.

"Aren't you really going to tell me what you've seen in the Far East, Mr. Brother? I'm also very concerned about that Weber Velvet. Besides, Miss Sora, how far have you developed?"

"Just say you're interested in everything." Kenneth had a headache.

"No no no no, I'm only interested in interesting things? It's just because you can't tell what's interesting and what's not if you don't listen to them all, so you have this illusion. Then, sir, can I trouble you and Shall I tell?"

Lenis hopped off the couch lightly.

"It's more appropriate to see it with your own eyes in a few days rather than tell it to you."

Kenneth didn't intend to treat his little kid as a normal kid.

Precocious, sleek, discreet, aside from the almost twisted wickedness, it was almost impossible to see that this would be a little girl of a few years old.

"My eyes?" Lenis raised her eyebrows.

"With my own eyes." Kenneth confirmed, "Now, I need to write a few invitations to other monarchs, invite them to afternoon tea, and 'listen' to what I have seen and heard in the Land of Fuyuki, and discuss together The new era of wizardry."

"The last one, isn't that the title of your student's thesis?" Lenis's eyes lit up. "Where did that Webb go? Or is it dead?"

"Travel around the world."

"Hey? Hey? He actually has money to travel around the world? Obviously I heard the information that he even borrowed the travel expenses to Japan from Melvin-kun."

"I gave..."

"It turned out to be the way it was, and things really got interesting."

Kenneth decided to let the princess hang out for a while, and walked into the study by himself, and soon he entered the working state.

A feather pen dipped in emerald green ink wrote the invitation to the party on the letter paper. Eleven copies of the same letter were written, and then they were put into a parchment envelope, branded with a lacquer seal, and handed to the butler.