Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

The flavor is remarkably pure and authentic, arguably on par with those big-name red wines.

"I'll buy three bottles." Shirou immediately took out his money and bought three bottles, but he wasn't taking them home to drink; he was taking them home to use for cooking.

Although Caster, as a Servant, doesn't need to eat anything, Shirou still wants to make Caster's living conditions more comfortable.

Since she was from Greece, Shirou wanted to cook her some Mediterranean dishes, but most Mediterranean dishes he knew how to make required red wine. He usually used Fujii's red wine, but unfortunately, he had run out recently.

I was just struggling with a lack of materials, but now I've helped others and myself at the same time.

Thank you so much for your patronage!

The foreigner said with great delight that it seemed to be the only business he had opened during this period.

Shirou carefully hid the red wine in the plastic bottle and turned to leave, but before he had even walked one street, he heard a commotion behind him.

"Don't run!"

"I'm not selling fake alcohol!!!"

Shirou turned around in surprise. The foreigner was screaming as he was chased by the police, while a young man watched the scene with a mocking smile.

He clutched the red wine in his hand tightly, quickly turned and left, no longer caring about anything else.

"I come back……"

"Why are you so late today—what did you buy this for?"

Before he could even take off his shoes in the entryway, Medea's slightly aloof voice rang in Shirou's ears. The witch, appearing out of thin air, looked at the little lamb doll he was holding with surprise.

"This is a gift for Caster. Didn't you look at this doll for a long time by the window when we went out earlier?" Shirou smiled and handed over the doll.

"Hmph, why would I like something like this! Don't think that giving me a gift is enough." Medea scoffed, but still took the doll, her eyes sparkling.

"I would be happier if you agreed with my approach than with this."

"No, Caster," Shirou Emiya shook his head.

“Liudong Temple belongs to someone else; it’s not right to go there and occupy it without permission.”

"This won't work, that won't work. You won't let me absorb other people's life force, and you won't let me occupy spiritual veins. Do you even want to win?"

Medea said fiercely, and Shirou could only scratch his head and apologize softly.

"I'm sorry, I'm really terrible at magic..."

Bad? Not at all. In Medea's eyes, this little boy was a 'rough gem' with considerable potential. Not to mention that the twenty-seven magic circuits on his body were already quite excellent for a first-generation magician, his own magical properties were, in Medea's eyes, extremely rare treasures.

Medea, on the other hand, saw his adoptive father, who taught him magic, as a complete scourge, even a potential killer.

If it weren't for the 'treasure' that his adoptive father had stored inside him—a treasure even Medea considered invaluable—this brat's body would probably be riddled with holes.

Although Shirou's aptitude was good, his magical power was ultimately too little. This wasn't a problem for Medea in itself; she only needed the magical power Shirou maintained to provide a contract to evade the suppression force's correction, and she had plenty of other ways to obtain magical power.

For example, absorbing the life force of ordinary people is at most the same as getting sick for them, but the magic power gained from just one trip is enough for Medea to act.

Occupying spiritual vein nodes like Ryudong Temple to acquire magic power and set up magic workshops or even temples is also crucial for winning the war.

But Shirou, as her Master, refused them all. He wouldn't allow Medea to harm people to gain magic power, nor would he allow her to seize Ryudouji Temple as her base and bring the war to innocent bystanders.

Medea found Shirou's demands both infuriating and amusing, but she could only rack her brains to find other ways to enhance her magic.

Since she'd abandoned the plan, she naturally wouldn't do anything secretly. The fact that she keeps bringing it up is just a way to subtly insult Shirou and gain a verbal advantage.

After all, she really wanted to obtain the Holy Grail, and as for her wishes... well, we'll see.

Medea, now in spirit form, sat atop a doll, watching Shirou busily working in the kitchen, seemingly lost in thought.

Medea seemed momentarily stunned as she watched the boy's busy figure disappear into the distance.

"Dinner is ready! Caster, this is Greek food that I specially prepared for you. See if it suits your taste."

The boy approached carrying two dishes, snapping Medea out of her reverie. Her cheeks flushed slightly, but she quickly cleared her throat and turned to speak.

"I already said, Servants do not need to eat."

"Then let's treat it as entertainment. Help me taste my Caster hometown dish and see how it is," Shirou said with a smile.

"This isn't in my hometown cuisine..."

Medea muttered something under her breath, but still picked up the spoon, scooped up a spoonful, and put it in her mouth.

The tenderness of the lamb complements the enhanced flavor of the carrots and onions, while the slightly spicy Sichuan peppercorns add another layer of complexity to the dish.

The sweetness of the red wine further enhances the flavor of the dish, making it truly a fine culinary experience.

This kid really knows how to cook, Medea thought to herself, but just as she was about to scoop up the second spoonful...

Suddenly, her movements froze, as if she had stood still. She tasted a familiar flavor, or rather, a flavor she had only tasted once, even as Princess Colkis!

A divine delicacy? No, it's Dionysus's wine?

"What's wrong, Caster?" Shirou asked worriedly, looking at Medea who had stopped.

But Medea suddenly stood up, ran to the kitchen, looked at the open plastic bottle, smelled it, and then showed an extremely incredulous expression.

"You brat!" She turned around, her eyes fixed on Shirou, and anxiously raised the bottle.

"Where did you get this bottle of wine?!"

Having transmigrated means I'm going to kill, kill, kill! : 38. Even Jesus had to sell his blood! (Third update)

Theoretically, the Holy Grail War in Fuyuki City should only last seven days.

But theory is just theory, especially for the Holy Grail and its contents, which have accumulated magical power four times over. The excess magical power gives the Master and Servant more leeway.

Not to mention the players in the three starter Servants, like the Einzbern family, who can summon Servants outside of Fuyuki City in advance. This game has never been fair from beginning to end.

So Tsugumi couldn't figure out exactly what time or place he was in, but it was most likely a singularity or Lostbelt.

They might have to stay here for a few months, who knows?

So we still have to take things one step at a time.

"1, 2, 3... Whoosh~~~ (whistling), not bad, we made 120,000 yen yesterday alone!"

In the evening, inside an old Japanese-style house in Fuyuki's old town, Tsugumi looked at yesterday's business revenue and nodded in satisfaction.

"It looks like our marketing strategy is very successful, Brother Sheng. Am I right? Trust me, our future revenue will definitely increase."

During this period, Tsugumi has been selling alcohol with Saint Jesus.

This is his new name for Jesus. He probably felt it was too dangerous for Fuyuki, who was fighting the Holy Grail, to call someone dressed like Jesus "Jesus." Or perhaps Tsugumi really felt that the Holy Son in front of him was not the same person as the teacher he knew, Daiya.

Of course, the bigger reason was that when Tsurugi saw Jesus being chased by the city management officers, he simply couldn't connect him with the holy son he had met.

In short, from today onwards he is Saint Jesus!

Both of them were involved in the trade of Jesus' blood, but unlike Jesus's simple and unpretentious sales tactics, Tsugumi's trading strategy was remarkably successful.

Perhaps he is indeed a natural businessman—at least more suitable than the Holy Son across from him who doesn't resemble a Jew at all.

He used his 30,000 yen to buy a bunch of empty wine bottles from a junk dealer, then found some stickers to put on the bottles, with the brand and name written and drawn in ancient Latin.

The brand is called Blood of Jesus, and the logo is a random image I found online from a high-end Georgian wine brand.

He printed three hundred copies of the same design, then labeled them one by one, injected them with the blood of Jesus, and finally packaged them as a high-end red wine brand from the Apennine Peninsula, claiming it had health benefits and could prolong life.

To this end, he even hacked into the Fuyuki City government office, giving himself and Jesus the identity of 'foreign businessmen,' and then took these high-end red wines to visit those old men and women.

He priced a bottle of red wine between 10,000 and 50,000 yen, which wasn't considered high. The main reason was that Tsugumi currently had no plans or time to enter the high-end market, and this temporary persona was only good for dealing with these elderly men and women.

"Isn't what you're doing a bit inappropriate?" Saint Jesus looked at the banknotes in front of him, frowning somewhat uneasily.

"That's like those scammers who sell health products through TV marketing..."

"What are you saying! What are you saying!!!" Tsugumi raised her voice.

"What do you mean by 'liar'! Is your red wine genuine? Is it really for prolonging life?"

"Wine is indeed true; it can prolong life..."

Seeing that Teacher Daiye still seemed somewhat uneasy, Tsugumi earnestly put her arm around his shoulder and said...

"Look, these poor old people exchanged your blood for money they never needed, and they gained happiness, peace, and sleep soundly. As for us, we got the money, which will keep us safe and prevent us from suffering. Isn't that a good deed for them too? They'll thank you when they go to heaven!"

"Is that so?" Saint Jesus asked, somewhat bewildered.

"That's exactly right!" Tsugumi exclaimed, putting her arm around his shoulder.

"You can't serve both Mammon and the Lord, didn't you say that! We helped him get rid of greed and money, and brought them joy and peace, which is also a good deed. He wins, we win, everyone wins!"

"And—" Tsugumi changed the subject.

"You don't want us to be homeless because we have no money, then unable to find work, then becoming homeless, then living in the sewers, and then..."

"Stop, stop, stop! This isn't America!"

Saint Jesus was successfully persuaded!

It has to be said that this teacher, Da Ye, who seems to have come from nowhere, has the air of a naive and foolish college student.

Looking at Teacher Da Ye's somewhat dazed, or rather, naturally naive appearance, Tsugumi actually felt a moment of being charmed.

Damn it, I can't get cute from pretty girls, but I'm being charmed by a grown man!

But then again, is Tsurugi a liar? Absolutely not! He hates liars more than anything! Especially those who deceive elderly people!

Can this wine prolong life? Absolutely! It's more than just prolonging life; according to the inexplicable and mysterious rules of this world, you could say it can send the drinker's soul straight to heaven!

Of course, Tsugumi did experiment on herself.

He dared not drink the Demon character card, but his Saint character card would steadily increase his [Sleepless] experience by ten points with the first ten sips each day. And with the third Pure Mortal character card he obtained in this world, he could clearly feel a slight strengthening of his body after drinking these wines.

It's not an illusion; my physical health has indeed improved. It's not some kind of magic pill, but it's definitely gentle, harmless, and beneficial to my body.

This wine seems to have different effects on different people.

Some elderly people said they had long, beautiful dreams after drinking it, some felt light and relaxed after drinking it, and some even recalled their unbearable past and cried bitterly in their drunken dreams.

Perhaps this is the application of some kind of 'miracle'.

Tsurugi didn't know, but it wouldn't be surprising if any miracle happened to the person next to him.

But to make something of this miracle... is not easy.

Anyway, the miracles described by the "Saint Jesus" next to him were somewhat strange...