Chapter 35 Warehouse Street and Drinking Buddies

That was the breath that only the participants of the Holy Grail War could feel.

It broke through the false peace and pierced the harmonious atmosphere lingering among the group of people. It was so sharp that it was hard to ignore.

This is the land of war.

Peace has never belonged to them.

Saber naturally grasped Irisviel's upper arm and gently pulled her to her side. With just such a simple action, Irisviel looked at Saber with a calm look.

"...Enemy Servants?"

"Yes."

Altria said, but her blue eyes were locked on the two figures in kimonos, one big and one small.

She was not good at searching for enemies as a Saber, but if even she found it, it meant that the Caster team also sensed this provocative breath.

Then...

"Don't even think about it." Before Altria could finish her words, she was blocked by Shuoyue. The young man in kimono, who looked gentle and elegant, picked up his servant and said righteously:

"The world is so beautiful, but you are so irritable. You think about fighting and killing all day long. Aren't you annoying?"

Eh?

The girl with blond hair and blue eyes opened her mouth wide, her face dull.

A fierce man who could pierce her heart with thousands of swords in his intuitive warning, holding a magic crutch, and then talking to her seriously about world peace? !

But Irisviel believed it, nodded her head and agreed: "Indeed, how can we let Miyu-chan get involved in such a cruel battle? Saber and I can go.

"Is... is that so? "

And Miyu, who was held in Shuoyue's arms and could kill Medea with one shot, stared blankly at the two unscrupulous masters who played Saber around. Finally, the two groups of masters parted ways tacitly. Irisviel chased in the direction of the breath, while Shuoyue walked in the opposite direction, turning around and around into a small shop in the alley.

As soon as she entered the door, the strong smell of alcohol made Miyu cough repeatedly, and two big blushes appeared on her face.

Good wine needs no bush.

Hearing the sound at the door, an old man came out from the counter and smiled when he saw Shuoyue: "It's you again, young man, what kind of wine do you want to buy this time? I have everything here. "

What the old man said was right. On the wine rack beside him, there were fine wines from all over the world.

There were cocktails from Singapore, Sling; Dutch gin; Spanish sunshine Sherry in bottles; Portugal's famous wine PORTO; Japan's national wine Sake, which was developed by borrowing the brewing method of Chinese rice wine... Even Maotai, one of the three most famous wines in the world, was quietly placed on the top of the wine rack.

Wine brewed by thousands of cultures is here, and the fragrance is so rich that people almost get drunk here and don't want to wake up.

Shuoyue and the boss are familiar customers. Hearing this, he said without hesitation: "Give me a few bottles of strong wine, the stronger the better, Red Star Erguotou and Water of Life, give me some, by the way, bring a bottle of sake and a bottle of beer, and the price will be charged to my card. "

"You know the goods, straightforward! "The old man laughed, quickly sorted out the bottles, put them in a bag and handed them to Shuoyue.

Amid the clinking of bottles, Shuoyue declined the old man's invitation to drink, and left with Miyu, who was a little shaky.

Walking out of the alley, the cold winter wind blew, and Miyu, who never drank, sobered up a little: "Ouni-chan, where are you going after buying so much wine?"

Facing the wind, Shuoyue smiled, and a silver-green motorcycle engine appeared beside him, roaring restlessly:

"Let's go find someone to drink with, and..."

"Watch the show! ”

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The Fuyuki Bridge, which spans the entire Miyuan River, is located not far from the estuary. It is 665 meters long and is a three-span continuous mid-road arch bridge.

The top of the bridge arch is more than 50 meters high. If you are blown by the sea breeze at such a high position, you will definitely fall into the river. Without a safety rope, even the most skilled maintenance workers will never go up.

Weber Velvet did not have any safety ropes or other equipment tied to his body. He just used his hands and feet to tightly clasp the cold steel bones. Usually he always told himself to act calm, but at this time he could not care so much.

His servant Rider sat cross-legged beside him. The whole person looked majestic and made people hate him.

"Let's... go down from here... quickly..."

Weber said to Rider, his teeth trembling because of the cold and fear. But his voice was just wind in Rider's ears.

"This is an excellent surveillance position. Let's stay in a high place for a while and have a good look. "

Rider held a bottle of foreign wine in his hand, and from time to time he raised his head to drink big gulps of wine while looking down at the wide seaside park under the bridge on the west side, which covers an area from the river mouth to the coast. Although Weber could not see anything with his eyesight, according to Rider's description, the target in front of them - the breath of the servant that they had spent four hours tracking was there.

Rider and Weber wandered the streets in the hope of contacting the enemy, and they only discovered the breath of the servant in the afternoon.

As a king who has fought all over the world, Rider saw the other party's intention of fishing at a glance, and immediately decided to watch from the sidelines, waiting for other servants to come on stage, and waiting for the opportunity for the fisherman to benefit from the quarrel between the snipe and the clam.

Having said that -

"This is too high! I-I want to go down! No, let me go down! I-I've had enough!"

Waver's shouting was blown away by the wind and could not reach Rider's ears at all.

"Okay, wait a minute. He is such a restless guy. Sitting and waiting is also a kind of war."

Rider talked leisurely while drinking wine, without even looking at Webb's expression that was about to cry. There seemed to be no consensus between the two that "heights are dangerous" from the beginning.

"If you have nothing to do, just read the books left at your place..." Rider suddenly stopped talking, turned his head sharply, and looked towards the entrance of the bridge.

This time, even Weber saw it. The handsome and cool motorcycle came speeding towards them, and with a handsome tail flick, it stopped at their feet.

The man in kimono took off his helmet, as if he had known their presence for a long time, raised his head and shouted:

"Conqueror Iskandar, why are you standing so high? Come down quickly and let's drink together!"

Who wants to drink with you?

Even if he was scared to stay up there, Webber couldn't jump down stupidly. This Caster's master had been fighting with them to death a few days ago, and now he suddenly came looking for him. Who knows what kind of trap there is...

The sudden trembling of the steel frame startled Weber. He subconsciously looked at Rider, only to find that the red-haired man had stood up, and a djinn-like palm was stretched out towards him.

Then he grabbed his collar, lifted him up like a kitten, and even bumped him.

"R, Rider, what are you going to do?" Weber swallowed.

Rider, on the other hand, gave him a kind smile.

"Are you ready, kid?"

Amid the crazy screams of premonition of death, Weber seemed to be sitting on a jumping machine without safety protection measures and began to fall.

"Uhhhhhhhhhh-!"

The screams lingered on Fuyuki Bridge for a long time.

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