Sell ​​jars from Hokage

"A spell?" Artoria whispered.

The original importance of the mantra to the Lord is self-evident. Not only can it command heroic spirits, it is itself the crystallization of huge magic power and possesses various magical abilities.

But now.

Even the power of the heroic spirit seems insignificant, and the power of the spell is even more worth mentioning.

Despite this, Artoria still agreed and decided to try her best to persuade Emiya Kiritsugu after she went back. Whether it could be achieved was another matter. It was always necessary to work hard.

"I don't want to interfere with the extra things." But Kamiriki Hakuori said that he would not help easily.

Although her heart is not that cold, as a magician, especially the saint who has fought in the church of necessity for a long time, she will not be too soft-hearted.

Now is the moment to hide yourself and participate in the battle rashly, it is easy to get yourself surrounded by the rest of the combination.

Joan of Arc cannot be forced.

Three people who met by chance, just part with each other.

Artoria looked up at the moonlight and did not insist on going to Tosaka's house to investigate, but instead went home.

The Kan Rift Fire Orion is still collecting information while hiding himself as much as possible.

Only Joan of Arc was standing in the same place, and suddenly he didn't know what to do.

“Anyway…”

She took out the money she had worked for the past few days and calculated it. Adding the tips from the customers was a lot of money.

Enough to buy a lot of food.

Just take these to sacrifice first.

Joan of Arc looked around, picked up a small stone, and began to paint the badge on the spot.

But just halfway through the drawing, clear footsteps came from the dim alley.

Joan of Arc stopped quickly.

He was a young man in a white T-shirt, handsome, and did not feel the aura of a servant or a magician.

Ordinary people?

Joan of Arc noticed the other party's gaze, shrank the little stone behind him, and lamented in his heart, wearing such clothes, hiding in such places with strange patterns, just don't scare others.

"You don't have to continue drawing." The young man suddenly spoke.

"What?" Joan of Arc was stunned.

"You won't get the gift after you finish painting." The young man was naturally Shen Mo. His eyes were on the paper money in Joan of Arc's hand, and he shook his head, "And this little money is not enough at all."

The lowest price of a first-class jar is about 50,000 yen.

How can I earn from working in a few days?

Joan of Arc reacted and grabbed money and shrank backwards.

"Are you... a person from another world?" No matter how she looked, the only person in front of her was an ordinary person with a unique temperament.

"You can think so." Shen Mo smiled, "But what I said is true. Even if you finish drawing, you won't get a response. Your money is indeed not enough."

"So...but, why?" Joan of Arc couldn't help asking, "Why wouldn't I get a response? Just because there wasn't enough money?"

She still heard the meaning of Shen Mo's words.

It doesn't seem to be entirely due to the money.

"The only ones who can get a response are those who have strong wishes, which is why other emperors and heroes have the qualifications." Shen Mo had already walked in front of her, staring at her with dark eyes, "You have no wish that must be fulfilled in your heart, Joan of Arc."

For some reason, Joan of Arc looked at his reflection in his eyes and felt that the other party was very familiar with him.

Is it an illusion?

"Wishes or something...Is it that hope that world peace counts?" Joan of Arc deliberately used a little relaxed tone.

She felt a little dull.

I also know why, because the other party seems to know her very well, but she knows nothing about this person.

"Of course, there are not a few people who have this hope." Silence chuckled, "But you are just a simple prayer and not planning to do anything for this wish, right? In your concept, heroes who already belong to the past and without future should not interfere with the development of the present world."

“…”

Joan of Arc can be confirmed, that feeling is not an illusion.

"I don't usually care much about people without wishes, but you are special." Chen Si nodded slightly and smiled, "How about accompanying me, you have nothing to do now. In return, I will tell you how to find the caster and how?"

"Do you know where the caster is?" Joan of Arc's eyes widened slightly.

But silence is just a smile without saying a word.

After thinking for a while, she agreed.

"But yes, but I still have to give it a try first."

"Please."

So Joan of Arc continued to paint the remaining patterns, and as Silence said, there was no reaction.

After confirming that she did not draw the wrong way, she was a little depressed.

I really can't get a response.

It turns out that I don’t have the wish I want to realize it?

"Sorry, I've been waiting for a long time." Joan of Arc walked to the silent side, looked at him, and noticed some places.

Too leisurely.

With a calm smile on her face, there was a white cat who seemed to be sleeping on her shoulders, and there was no sign of the atmosphere in the war.

Confidence in yourself, or is it like this?

She looked and waited, but silent never spoke. She walked under the street lights and walked to the lonely street.

"May I ask..." Joan of Arc finally couldn't help but speak, "Did you just say that you know the information about caster, is it true?"

"Of course." Silent replied casually, not like he was looking for Joan of Arc, but like Joan of Arc was looking for him.

In fact, it was said that Joan of Arc was asked to accompany him, but silence had no special purpose.

I just happened to be here and just wanted to go there.

"How can I find the caster?" Joan of Arc took two steps forward, turned around, blocked the silence, and begged, "If you continue to delay, maybe a child will be killed again. If you know how to find him, please tell me, and I will give you a reasonable return."

"Even if you find it, you will not be the opponent's opponent now." Looking at her silently, "You should already know that the caster is not only slaughtering children, but also plundering property. He has witnessed the power of gifts."

"Please don't underestimate ruler, yourselves."

Joan of Arc's amethyst-like eyes were not shaken at all.

This is her responsibility. No matter how hard she can beat her, she always has to make a break.

"I have some wishes at this time, but it's not enough." Silence seemed to have a little curiosity and asked, "You think you are a hero who has no future and a past existence, but you actually like humans who are present very much, right? You are still very happy to be able to get along with and talk to others in the Holy Grail War."