The infinite sword system has been mastered, and you say this is the dragon clan?

Chapter 171: Finger: I'm fighting in the Holy Grail War? Is that true?
Jiude Mai stared at the huge amount of ice, a hint of amazement flashed in her eyes.

“Is this the power of the Heroic Spirit?”

She murmured in a low voice, with an expression of shock that was difficult to conceal, "It's so convenient. We can ignore the limitations of physical conditions and dive directly into the abyss of thousands of meters. We can freeze the sunken ship that is almost impossible to salvage and float it directly to the surface."

Everything before him was thanks to the heroic spirit summoned by Zero earlier.

Just this morning, the boss issued a new mission, codenamed "Extreme Abyss Project Speedy Version".

The boss didn't explain what speed pass meant, but only said that he had arranged for Su Enxi to temporarily take over and block Pier 4 of Tokyo Port for one night, and asked Jude Mai to bring Zero, who had summoned her servant, to come here to salvage a sunken ship named "Lenin" in the "Earth Abyss" trench.

Jude Mai was still muttering in her heart at the time, Boss, we don't even know if we can get the spot as the Master, why the hell are we trying to do a speed pass?
As a result, within a few minutes, a strange bright red mark appeared on the back of Zero's hand, as if it was the mark of fate.

Then, according to the boss's instructions, Ling drew a summoning circle and chanted an ancient spell. Accompanied by a dazzling multi-colored halo, a girl wearing a Russian robe and silver-white hair down to her waist slowly emerged from the summoning circle, stepping from fantasy into reality.

Anastasia, the last princess of Tsarist Russia.

Time returns to the present.

"——I just got reborn from the world of the dead, and I'm ordered to do such rough work. The so-called Master is really high and mighty."

Above the huge floating ice, the spiritualization was quietly lifted, and the princess's cold voice echoed in the night sky, carrying a hint of sarcasm.

Mai Jude looked up at Anastasia above the ice floe and wisely chose to remain silent. Anyway, the Master was talking about Zero, not her. But she couldn't help but complain in her heart:

Shouldn't you be the one at a higher altitude now?
"Caster, thank you for your hard work." Zero's voice was equally cold, as if it had merged with the chill in the night sky.

She didn't care about Anastasia's seemingly sarcastic words, but easily tasted some complaints from them... There seemed to be a psychological tacit understanding between the master and servant, who were both nicknamed "Princess", that Jude Mai could not understand.

"What's next?"

Anastasia stepped lightly on the huge ice, her long silver hair fluttering slightly in the night wind. Her eyes swept across the scarred hull below, and there was a hint of cold vigilance in her voice.

"This sunken ship seems to be infested with something incredible. Do you want me to smash the entire ship and the ice together?"

"Stop, stop, stop!" Jiude Mai hurriedly raised her hand to stop her, with a hint of panic in her voice.

The Lenin, which was said to have sunk for more than a decade, was hiding an important ancient dragon embryo that the boss had specifically requested to retrieve. According to the boss, it was a noble first-generation embryo, and she could not bear the responsibility even if the ancient king was damaged in the slightest.

Thinking of this, Jude Mai turned to look at Zero, with a hint of helplessness in her tone, "Let your servants thaw the ice on the upper part of the deck. It will be my turn next. I will go aboard and take out the embryos myself."

There was no other way. Anastasia was Zero's Servant, so she could only ask Zero first.

Jiude Mai muttered to herself, and this servant was also a princess of the Tsarist Russia who had lived a life of luxury during her lifetime. She was as precious as her boss's little cotton-padded jacket - Zero, so it would be safer for her to do this kind of rough work herself.

After listening to this, Zero nodded slightly and gestured to Anastasia who was standing high on the ice floe.

The princess said nothing more. She just jumped lightly and landed gracefully from the ice floe that was more than ten meters high. She landed lightly beside Ling, as silent as a feather.

At the same time, the huge ice broke into half in an instant, and ice cubes fell down one after another, making crisp impact sounds.

What was exposed to everyone was the scarred hull and the dense parasites on it - lung snails. Thick black and red blood vessels spread out from the inside of the hull, like hideous tentacles, which looked particularly terrifying in the night.

Jude Mai witnessed the princess's agile skills throughout the process. She opened her mouth but was speechless for a moment. If she had known that this servant was so capable, she should not have been so stubborn and should have just asked her for help.

However, once words are spoken, they cannot be taken back. She could only silently complain that she was born to work hard while she walked along the pier and boarded a small steamer, slowly sailing towards the Lenin, which was wrapped in broken ice.

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When the night in Tokyo was as dark as ink, on the other side of the earth, on the hillside in the far suburbs of Chicago, North America, Kassel College was basking in the bright morning sunshine.

Gilbert Jean Angers, wearing a well-cut black tailored suit, and the red rose on his chest looks even more vivid in the sun. In the students' minds, he is a "living dragon-slaying legend", "the most popular principal", and the synonym of "the best afternoon tea in the office".

Of course, the first title has now been largely replaced by Emiya in the outside world.

At this moment, he walked calmly into the student dormitory building. Some students passing by, wearing dark green uniforms, were surprised at this rare visitor to the dormitory, but then they reacted and excitedly greeted President Angers.

Angers smiled and nodded in response to the students. However, the enthusiasm of these students soon attracted more people's attention. Knowing that the principal was coming, students gathered from all directions and surrounded the dormitory lobby in a blink of an eye.

However, when they looked around, they found that the respected principal had already quietly slipped away, as if he had never appeared.

Of course, Angers didn't come here just to visit the student dormitories.

Like a silent assassin, he quietly took out a card, lightly opened the door of the boys' dormitory No. 1 in Area 303, and tried to push the door open... but the door did not move at all.

Ange squinted his eyes and peered through the half-open door. What he saw was a pile of smelly garbage made up of KFC family bucket packaging, leftover chicken bones, and plastic bottles of fat otaku's happy water.

The garbage unceremoniously occupied the floor behind the door, revealing the tip of the iceberg to the principal.

"..."

Ange was silent for a few seconds, then he pushed the door open without hesitation. The door swept across the garbage pile, and the beverage bottles collided with each other, making a loud ping-pong sound, instantly waking up the boy who was sleeping soundly on the upper bunk.

"Damn it! Who the hell wouldn't let me sleep peacefully so early in the morning..."

The sloppy boy scratched his bare back, half-climbed up on his elbows, and rubbed his sleepy eyes. When he saw the identity of the person who came, he immediately lost all his sleepiness:
"Principal!?"

"Fingal, good morning." Angé stood in the middle of the garbage dump, still with that signature smile on his face.

However, Finkel smelled a hint of danger from that smile.

"Good morning, Principal! Wait for me for three minutes! In three minutes I will be dressed neatly and clean up all the garbage for you!" Finkel hurriedly put on his clothes and jumped off the bed, with a hint of panic in his voice.

"Okay, pack up and follow me." Angers voice remained calm.

"Ah? Where are you taking me?" Finkel asked cautiously while wearing a wrinkled T-shirt.

"attic."

Ten minutes later.

Finkel finally dressed himself up to be presentable. Although his hair was still a little messy, it was no longer like a bird's nest. He followed Ange through the campus of Kassel College and finally came to the attic of the church bell tower.

What came into view was an old fellow in a cocked-brimmed hat and cowboy boots, sprawled on the sofa like a giant potato, watching the western High Noon with great interest.

This is the vice-president of Kassel Academy, the "Night Watchman" Flamel mentor, and also Finkel's mentor.

"Watching others masturbate so early in the morning?"

Finkel couldn't help but blurt out a dirty word, which instantly destroyed the wonderful movie atmosphere that the Night Watch had worked so hard to create.

The night watchman picked up the beer bottle at hand and pointed it at the burly but wretched Finkel, saying with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone: "Hey! Ange! I don't think you told me before that we would have to involve a bear in our conversation!"

"Calm down, old man, Finkel was just making a harmless joke." Angé smiled and sat down opposite the night watchman with familiarity.

Seeing that there was no seat left, Finkel had no choice but to find a seat nearby and stood there in a decent manner.

"Okay, okay," the night watchman muttered to himself as he switched off the movie program on TV and took out two videotapes from the cabinet.

"That means he has to watch it too, and then act with you, right?"

He put one of the tapes into the VCR and pressed play.

When Finger heard words like "watch together" and "act together", he felt a chill in his heart. The principal and the vice principal were on the same side, so he was not going to be sent on some very bad mission to get himself killed, was he?
When he thought of this, Fingel was ready to back out. His calves began to tremble, and then he started to feel abdominal pain, back pain, dizziness, and discomfort. He was ready to say goodbye and run away...

"Please watch the VCR!"

Finkel heard a low voice from someone unknown, and subconsciously raised his eyes to look at the TV screen, and was instantly stunned -

What was on the screen was not a western movie with gun battles, but a surveillance video.

The picture shows an elegantly dressed girl with a veil covering her face. She is as young as a doll, but she can wave her hand and control a torrent of mercury out of thin air, swatting the crowd that is besieging her like flies.

The video was short and ended quickly. The night watchman switched to another clip.

This time, the scene turned into a tall Western beauty in a nun's uniform, holding a dagger, charging fiercely. She swung the sword with both hands, blocking all the bullets from the submachine gun, and then smashed the opponent through the wall with one blow.

Finkel blinked and muttered to himself: What are these?
Is the vice-president planning to hold a reality show of beautiful girls performing magic in the academy? There are both petite girls and blondes with big waves, the variety is quite complete! By the way, the principal seems to have a good relationship with the vice-president, which shows that the principal is also a very flirtatious person at heart...

However, the two old men looked extremely serious. They raised their eyes and looked at Finkel dimly, their voices low and solemn:
"Fingal, have you... heard of the Holy Grail War?"

(End of this chapter)