FATE: Target of Grand Master

Xia Yan has completely figured out Chester's motives in this trial.

Xia Yan then asked about the internal situation and organizational structure of the Knights of the Round Table, and Chester answered all his questions without reservation.

Aside from the leader, the Knights of the Round Table have no ranks or classes. All members, new and old, are treated equally. Their ranking is based on the information they fill out when they join the group, and the advantage of a higher ranking is limited to the rule mentioned earlier regarding conflicts between members during missions.

In addition, the Knights of the Round Table will also share information from the trials and other Masters they encounter from time to time.

It must be said that the rules of the Knights of the Round Table gave Xia Yan a lot of inspiration, especially the rules for avoiding internal conflicts during missions.

Compared to the Knights of the Round Table, which number over five hundred, the probability of internal conflicts in the seven-person group that Xia Yan wants to form is lower. However, if conflicts do arise, using teleportation orbs to avoid them would be a good idea.

Xia Yan had asked all the questions he needed to ask, and at that moment, Cú Chulainn returned to Xia Yan's side.

Cú Chulainn still had quite a few wounds on his body, indicating that both sides were extremely serious in their battle with Beowulf.

"Are you alright?" Xia Yan asked.

"It's nothing, just that I used up a lot of magic power. Beowulf was a respectable warrior, so I sent him off with my highest-level Noble Phantasm."

Upon hearing Cú Chulainn's report, Chester could only manage a wry smile.

Thinking about it carefully, Beowulf's strength is not bad. With the help of von Hohenheim's alchemy and Mephisto's bomb interference, I've managed to get through it all.

I don't know when it started, but I gradually became dissatisfied and always wanted to become stronger. Perhaps, from that moment on, my fate was sealed.

"I'm fine now. Is there anything else you'd like to say?"

Xia Yan looked at Chester.

"I'd like to know, if Li Zhuang didn't concentrate all his forces on the northern front, but instead diverted some to attack the southern front, what would you do?"

After all, Lan Muyan, who should have been on the southern front, was pulled over by Xia Yan, leaving the southern front in a state of near vacuum. Chester was certain that Xia Yan must have made some preparations, but he just hadn't figured it out yet.

"The chances of that happening are slim, because I know you want to annihilate us on the northern front. But anything can happen, so I asked my fellow rebels to help hold the line for a while."

"So they're the rebels."

Chester had indeed overlooked this power.

Since deciding to join forces with Li Zhuang, they, who knew the original plot, had persecuted the resistance forces quite a bit. Servants such as Rama, Sita, Elizabeth, and Nero were all eliminated by them in advance. If it weren't for Nightingale's protective mechanism, she would have been killed by them long ago. In Chester's eyes, the remaining resistance forces, with only Geronimo, could not cause any trouble at all. However, he still deliberately left seeds to make the resistance forces suspicious of the Western Army. Unexpectedly, Xia Yan was able to persuade them to join forces.

It seems that Xia Yan is indeed superior in understanding and controlling the trial, and coupled with his already formidable Servant strength, his defeat is not unjust.

"I'm fine with it too, let's go."

Chester closed his eyes, leaned back, and found the most comfortable position.

Xia Yan glanced at Lan Muyan, then stood up and led his followers away into the distance.

Lan Muyan was decisive; without uttering another word to Chester, he simply pulled out his pistol and pulled the trigger.

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"ah!!!!!"

Li Zhuang returned to the safe house and smashed the mirror on the wall with a punch.

This trial was a huge loss!

Not only did they gain nothing, they also lost Yuan Weichao and Zhang Jiao.

Not to mention Minamoto no Tameaki, his strongest Servant perished in this trial.

Although Zhang Jiao's combat strength is average, his ability to rapidly build up troops is extremely useful in the trials. Combined with the high-output combination of Yuan Weichao and Li Shuwen, one long-range and one close-range, they can not only win but win very easily.

But all of this was ruined by this trial!

Morgan!

How could someone summon the Lostbelt King?

This is blatant cheating!

Yes, we need to tell the leader about this. The fact that the opponent has Morgan is enough to explain why I was the only one who left the trial.

Ignoring the pain in his hand, Li Zhuang took out his phone and sent a message to the leader of the Knights of the Round Table.

Team leader: Is what you said true?

Li Zhuang (Note): Absolutely true. I even lost two Servants because of this. Commander, this person is a great threat. I suggest we join forces with other groups to issue a warrant for his arrest.

Guild Leader: Thank you for the information; it's a great help to our guild. You also need to get yourself in the right mindset. The Master's Trial is far from over; you still have a chance.

After typing the message, Hu Xia tossed his phone aside and leaned back, landing directly on two warm, rounded mounds of flesh.

"Artoria, I have some interesting news for you. Someone has summoned Morgan."

"Oh? That's quite rare. Summoning that woman without a relic isn't easy."

Lancer Artoria Altera affectionately stroked the girl who had fallen into her arms.

Despite his small stature, Hu Xia is very clever and manages the 200-member Master group perfectly on his own. He usually appears in a neutral outfit, such as a beret, T-shirt, and overalls, when he is out. Only when he returns to the safe house does he wear a pink bear pajama set like he is now.

"Moreover, that person has four Servants, and their quality is quite good. Morgan, Musashi, Cú Chulainn, and Euryale—they have Servants of combat, special attack, and magic types. They are a formidable opponent."

"A strong opponent is what makes things interesting; I really hope I'll have a chance to face them."

Kenneth appeared at the bedroom door wearing a leather vest and leather pants, holding a large wine glass.

The ice cubes in the glass swirl gently, making a crisp sound against the glass.

"Hu Xia, we're out of alcohol."

Hu Xia said irritably, "Boiling Sheep, I just gave you a barrel of whiskey yesterday, and you've already finished it?"

"Don't call me by that nickname, or I'll kill you."

Kenneth was very unhappy with the nickname "Boiling Sheep," and his eyes immediately turned scarlet.

"Kenneth, if you want to fight, I can go with you."

Artoria Alter's cold voice came through.

"Are you guys going to fight? Then the food I just made will get cold."

Boudica untied her apron and walked over with a warm smile.

"Kenneth, I'll play with you after we finish eating."

Artoria Alter immediately changed the order of actions.

"Tch, it'll be at least two hours before you finish eating. By then, I'll have calmed down enough to not be in the mood for a fight."

Kenneth walked away, looking rather uninterested.

"Hu Xia, remember to give me another barrel of whiskey, and I won't bother you anymore."

Hu Xia shook his head helplessly and immediately exchanged three large barrels of whiskey in the living room.

"Oh ho!"

Kenneth's excited voice immediately came from the living room.

Following Boudica into the dining room, Hu Xia looked curiously at the black-haired woman sitting upright at the table.

She had long, black hair that reached past her waist, and her blue and white dress made her look very dignified, exuding a ladylike temperament from the inside out. However, what was most eye-catching was her magnificent breasts.

"Oh my, Ms. Murasaki Shikibu, it's rare to see you out for lunch."

Murasaki Shikibu rubbed her temples, then looked around cautiously and said, "Miss Kenneth is watching TV too loudly in the living room, and I can't concentrate on my writing."

Hu Xia's lips twitched slightly. He immediately built a soundproof basement and threw all of Kenneth's favorite things into it.