They've already fought their way through the Holy Grail War, and you still call them dragons?

"Actually, I think this is actually good for you, brother," Old Tang exhaled a breath of alcohol and suddenly put on a smirk. "Have you not paid attention to those rumors spread around you?"

"Let me tell you, there have been rumors going around that you're the man that Wa is secretly keeping, and that you're having a blast with a three-nothing lolita supermodel. Guess what? There's something even more outrageous..."

"..." Seeing that Old Tang was getting more and more excited while talking nonsense at the banquet, Wei Gong held his chin to prevent the shocking words that might come out next.

Oh! I shouldn't have mentioned this to Old Tang.

"Old Tang, why don't you sober up? How can we discuss business in this state? We're brothers, so I'm only willing to bring this up with you."

"What do you mean by sobering up? I don't need it! I'm not drunk... Ouch, ouch, stop glaring at me. I'm going to go get some cool air and wash my face."

After watching Old Tang wave his hand reluctantly and leave, Emiya leaned back in his chair and pulled out a report.

This was compiled by Lord Wa, based on Nono's statement, which included the darkest secret of the Chen family, an experiment called "Frigga".

Due to Nono's incomplete memory, some of the content above is marked with "profile content" and "speculated conclusions" in different colors.

But what can be confirmed is that, firstly, the Chen family's "Frigga" must be related to "Odin", which can be basically confirmed from the experimental code name and the Odin puppet in the underground layer.

Secondly, Nono is one of the experimental subjects cloned and adjusted from a certain prototype.

“What a familiar operation.”

For Emiya, this kind of human experimentation is almost a characteristic of magic families, especially for the heads of those families who use their own offspring for experiments, which is very common.

(Criticizing the old director of FGO by name)

If it was "Odin" who provided the technology to the Chen family, then it would not be surprising at all.

This shows that the so-called Chen Motong prototype has extremely high value.

This kind of operation is not without precedent. The Einzbern family, a famous alchemist family, pursued the third method - the perpetual motion of the soul, endless magical power and immortality.

The result was the creation of the "Winter Saint", named Justissa Rizleich von Einzbern.

Unfortunately, Justisa's Third Law was a personal, accidental miracle, and such a miracle could not be mass-produced to benefit all of humanity. To continue reproducing the Third Law, the Einzbern had no choice but to continue creating androids based on Justisa.

Each generation of androids has white hair and red eyes, and their appearance is consistent with Justisa.

Justisa herself was preserved as a precious specimen, her magic circuits broken down and replaced with a conceptual universe from a magical perspective—the Greater Holy Grail, which was then used to operate the central system of the Holy Grail War.

"I hope this has nothing to do with the Holy Grail War..."

"Holy Grail War? What the hell is that?"

Old Tang happened to come back after washing his face. He raised his hand and held up a finger, and a cluster of orange-red flames appeared, trying to dry his wet skin.

"Oh, Old Tang should know about the Holy Grail, right?"

"The Holy Grail, uh... that holy relic of Jesus in Christianity?"

"Yes, the Holy Grail legend tells of an ancient chalice containing the blood of the Son of God, Jesus. It carries an incredible legend, so in the eyes of magicians, it is synonymous with miracles... and whoever wins the Holy Grail in the Holy Grail War can have any wish granted."

"Fuck, you're exaggerating so much? Is this true?"

Old Tang's eyebrows twitched. He couldn't help but feel excited after hearing this. According to his luck, while others were fighting fiercely, he might be able to "get lucky" and get the Holy Grail by stealing.

"If that's true, then the so-called wish fulfillment is simply relying on the immense magical power of the Holy Grail to skip the process and help you achieve a result. It's just like possessing a large amount of money can grant many worldly wishes. It's actually not that exaggerated."

Emiya sorted out the report in his hand. "The truth is, these are all pretexts. The Holy Grail War uses this legend to deceive people into chasing the Holy Grail."

"Because the Holy Grail War itself is a large-scale ritual created by magicians. It takes decades to draw magic power from the earth to select Masters who are qualified to participate in the Holy Grail War. Before the war begins, the Masters perform the 'Heroic Spirit Summoning'."

"The Heroic Spirits who respond to the summons manifest as Servants of different classes. These Servants form contracts with their Masters, fight each other under their Masters' command, and ultimately die in the Holy Grail War. The magus takes advantage of the Servants' souls returning to the Throne of Heroes to open a path to the source and complete the magic."

"The core of the Holy Grail War ritual lies in the Greater and Lesser Holy Grail. The Lesser Holy Grail is the vessel that holds the Servant's soul, a man-made human that has undergone experimental adjustments, and is also the prototype of the Greater Holy Grail."

Emiya waved the report in his hand.

"It's mainly about the Chen family's meaningless human experiments, the Chen family's Nono, the prototype Chen Motong, and 'Odin'... all of this is not simple at all. It reminded me of these things. I hope the truth is not like this."

Emiya used so many technical terms that Old Tang was completely bewildered. He didn't continue his verbal explanation and simply tossed the report in his hand to Old Tang.

Densely packed reports with annotations in various colored fonts filled the field of vision.

Fortunately, Old Tang's brain was quite quick now. He quickly finished reading the report, a feat he could call quantum wave speed reading.

The next moment, his mind began to think rapidly. He quickly extracted the key words and came to a shocking conclusion:

"Wait, doesn't Odin have a Valhalla in Norse mythology? Brother Emiya, are you saying...that Odin might be preparing for the Holy Grail War?"

"what?"

(Odin: I didn't, I didn't know about the Holy Grail War! Norton, you tm!)

Chapter 76 Is Odin dead?

Emiya had to spend a lot of time explaining to Old Tang the difference between "real Heroic Spirits" (whose upper limit is equivalent to the Grand Rank and are as powerful as the main gods) and "fake Heroic Spirits" (products of Deadpool's experiments, who seem to be inferior to Shadow Servants), as well as the basic knowledge of the Holy Grail War.

Old Tang was fooled by Emiya's talk. He was fascinated and shook his head as if he had suddenly realized something... but no, he scratched the back of his head and felt that he was about to fall asleep because of all the magic knowledge.

"Hey, I'm getting off topic. We're here to talk about business today."

Old Tang quickly changed the subject. He had been drinking with his friends, but the serious and academic conversation sobered him up.

"I'm not off topic. What I want to talk about is Nuonuo..."

While Emiya was speaking, he saw Old Tang holding up his wine to refill his glass. He quickly stopped Old Tang's careless hand and said, "Wait a minute, take it easy. There are already several bottles! Old Tang, you can drink a lot. I really can't beat you."

"Hey, if you can't drink it all, just drink slowly. I didn't ask you to drink it all in one gulp," Old Tang shook the red wine glass skillfully. He seemed quite proud of his glorious deeds of hanging around in major restaurants in Xiangyang. Although he was not serious in serious matters, he accidentally developed a good alcohol tolerance.

Then he took another sip. "Huh, brother, aren't you just thinking about how to deal with that girl named Nuonuo? I can see that she's not the type to settle down."

"...How do you know that?" Emiya looked at Old Tang suspiciously. He had never seen Old Tang and Nono talk to each other.

Old Tang raised his eyebrows in triumph. "You don't understand this, do you? I don't talk about relationships, but I've seen countless women on the streets of Xiangyang and gained valuable experience... I've acquired a keen sense of smell. It's called 'knowing a woman by her scent'!"

"...And you're just roaming the streets of Xiangyang. Is that something you can see on the streets? I think you went to a foot massage parlor to see the prostitutes."

As soon as Emiya heard it, he knew that it was the kind of bragging unique to Old Tang, the kind that only half of a sentence could be believed.

"To be honest, even though everything is arranged this time, I haven't figured out where to go yet... I'm having trouble making a decision."

He was about to ask Old Tang if he had any good ideas, but then he thought about it and realized that Old Tang wasn't from this country either, and his familiarity with it wasn't as good as his own...

"Hey, I actually have one!"

Old Tang's words caught Emiya off guard. He snapped his fingers and said, "I just happened to have a meeting with an online friend these days. We're planning to go to their city and hang out there. If you haven't made up your mind, why don't you come along?"

"Your netizens? What netizens?" Emiya was not worried about online fraud these days. Whether it was a scammer or a kidnapper, they were no threat to Old Tang now.

"Oh, I told you before, the one who plays StarCraft... Mingming! We've seen him before. His avatar on the game channel is a big-headed bear!"

"What? ...Does seeing a profile picture count as seeing it?"

Emiya felt uncomfortable commenting on the online gay behavior of netizens.

Because no matter how familiar you are with someone online, you can't tell what the person on the other side of the line looks like before the photo is exposed.

Maybe he has the appearance of an ancient god...

"Oh no! I'm not asking Mingming out for a date. He's a man, why should I care about his appearance?" Old Tang waved his hand calmly, thinking that the risks of meeting him in person were nothing to him.

"I asked him to play StarCraft in person! Let's see who's better!"

Old Tang spoke passionately and spit everywhere, as if two legendary masters had agreed to fight a decisive battle on the top of the Forbidden City on the night of two moons.

"what?"

After Old Tang said this, Emiya suddenly became a little confused about the purpose of his trip. "No, buddy, when you're online, can't you guys practice games anytime, anywhere?"

"It's different! Brother, of course we're going to have a battle in the Internet cafe!" Old Tang clenched his fists and waved them twice, looking as if he was going to fight against that "Mingming" in the void.

"Brother Emiya, this is the charm of dominating the esports world!" Old Tang raised his finger and shook it again. "The key is not the game itself, but the atmosphere that dominates the entire arena during the game!"

"Your fingers dance flexibly on the keyboard and mouse in front of you. Your army appears on the big screen, and you control it with ease, bravely charging towards the enemy to fight."

"The exciting, high-level match between you and your opponent has attracted all the young players in the internet cafe. The handsome young men with earrings offer drinks and snacks, and come over to ask for favors. The brave and energetic young women blink their beautiful eyes, their eyes circling around you..."

"As your fingers rise and fall, as your keyboard and mouse tap, everyone's eyes turn to you, until your brilliant play brings victory, lifting the atmosphere of the entire arena to its highest point!"

Old Tang's voice trembled, his fists clenched, his imagination reaching a fever pitch. "You'll become a legend in the esports world!"

"..."

Emiya silently took out a tissue, wiped the saliva flying everywhere from Old Tang, and glanced at the innocent wine glass.

I can't finish this drink.

He stood up slowly. Old Tang still maintained his speech-like posture, his eyes fixed on the front, as if waiting for an understanding look and a response from Emiya.

But…Emiya isn't an esports player, so no matter how much Old Tang says, he won't understand, and he won't be able to follow suit. So after cleaning the table, Emiya finally said:

"I understand your sudden burst of pretentiousness, Old Tang."

"...and then?" Old Tang widened his eyes. Could it be that his speech just now couldn't make people feel empathy?

"Then, you seem to have overlooked a problem."

Emiya's words were like a sword thrust out from a table, the atmosphere, which had just heated up, suddenly turned cold and hard. "What if you can't beat your online friend Mingming?"

"That's impossible!"

Old Tang immediately turned grim and said, "Absolutely impossible! Everyone in this channel knows that Mingming is truly a top talent. It's a pity that he always falls behind me!"

"..." Emiya suddenly felt that this scene looked familiar.

The last time Old Tang said "impossible" was when he promised himself that he would not get lost in the middle of a mission.

So, will Old Tang win this face-to-face confrontation?

----

"You can leave now."

The next morning, Nuonuo, whose mind was still full of troubled thoughts, suddenly learned the news from the Zhou family.

The news came so quickly that she couldn't react for a moment.

Nuonuo picked up the black suitcase, lowered the handle, and opened the box. A beautiful pink or bright red dress, coat, shoes, and socks had already been folded and placed inside. Other personal belongings were also included.

She was originally planning to implement the "escape plan", so she had packed all these things in advance, ready to grab her bag and run away once the route was planned, but she didn't expect to be notified of this today.

Was this just a false alarm?

The soft bed in the room was covered with neat, wrinkle-free bedding. Beside it, besides a rounded-corner desk, there was a dressing table with a large, half-length mirror.

Nuonuo frowned as she watched all this. For some reason, the layout was somewhat similar to her room at the Chen family.

Nuonuo then pulled something out from under the bed sheet - a tattered, forcibly shortened white skirt.

Although the skirt had been washed, it still had obvious scratches and a shocking dark red bloodstain on the chest.

This was the clothing she wore that night, the night the Chen family was destroyed - and it was also a symbol of her past hatred.

Nono decided to keep the clothing and pack it separately in her luggage to remind herself of her past, which was buried with great darkness - the Frigga experiments, Odin behind the Chen family, and the still unclear truth.

Remind yourself to say goodbye to innocence and never forget.

"..." Nuonuo's eyes suddenly swept across a certain spot on the chest of the tattered white dress. The fabric at that spot was completely gone, leaving only a hole surrounded by a large patch of dark red blood...

I remembered that it was left behind when Odin defeated me.

Relying on a tube of serum, he was able to barely hold on and survive until the rescuers arrived. Maybe he didn't damage any vital organs and cause fatal injuries. It was also a miracle...

Nuonuo patted his chest with lingering fear. According to the current recovery progress, the wound should have healed long ago.

Thinking of this, Nuonuo unbuttoned the buttons on her collar, exposing her delicate collarbone and snow-white skin to the air. She gently brushed her soft, shiny red hair aside, and her chest was reflected in Nuonuo's field of vision through the half-height dressing mirror...

That position was like a black ink dot that abruptly stained the pure white paper.

"...?"

Nuonuo squinted his eyes and looked closely. There was a small, charred round mark there, like an ugly black mole or birthmark on the chest.

But Nuonuo knew very well that he had never had such a thing before.

It didn't itch or hurt, and if she hadn't deliberately opened her chest to look, she really wouldn't have noticed it.

"what is this?"

She moved closer to the mirror, loosened her collar, and then lifted the corner of her clothes up widely. Just as she was about to take a closer look, there was a knock on the door behind her.

"who is it?"

The next second she heard the voice of Emiya alone.