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

Yuan Zhisheng flipped open the first page of the document and subconsciously reached for his pocket cigarette case to light a "Soft Seven Stars" cigarette, only to discover that the remaining supply had been depleted in the busy days. With his hand completely empty, he tapped his fingers on the table a few times and asked:

"Is this information on Emiya Shirou complete?"

He knew that with the cultural level of these two people, document sorting work was not suitable for them, so Crow was only responsible for the connection with the archives room, while Yaksha was responsible for handling external local investigations.

The two gangsters heard the young master's question and exchanged glances. Finally, Crow stepped forward and said, "Young master, Emiya Shirou's growth trajectory in Japan can be roughly traced. Only his family lineage is currently difficult to confirm."

"Wait a minute, let me look at the information first..."

Yuan Zhisheng flipped through two more pages. "No, what are you collecting here? ... A culinary genius... An ace in the archery club... Someone who was obsessed with high jump practice after his father's death... Who told you to look this up?"

He banged the table twice, "How are you going to handle this? ...The growth trajectory I want for Emiya Shirou isn't growth in this area, but growth in his hybrid abilities!"

"This person was able to gain fame by slaying a god in a single battle in the Shenzhou region. It's absolutely impossible for him to suddenly acquire such formidable strength. Could it be that he didn't reveal any abnormalities during his bloodline awakening or subsequent experiences? The more powerful the bloodline, the more obvious the signs should be."

Crow and Yaksha exchanged strange looks again. This time, it was Yaksha who raised his hand and said, "Reporting to the young master, we didn't find anything! If you want to talk about abnormalities, why don't you take a look at the part we found about his father, that part..."

"I see. His father was a bounty hunter who took orders from the Hunter Network. He often took on assassination missions. His father taught the killing techniques to Emiya Shirou, but soon after, he died from a hidden injury... So, Emiya Shirou followed in his father's footsteps and continued to take orders from the Hunter Network after high school."

Gen Chisei frowned and thought, "This doesn't make sense. He died from a hidden injury. His father's mixed-blood must be extremely rare, or even an ordinary person, which is why his physique is so fragile. But Emiya Shirou's bloodline is extremely powerful. This is almost impossible."

The reason why the mainstream way of bloodline inheritance in this world is "aristocratic family" is because the combination of two parents with strong bloodlines has a greater chance of giving birth to offspring with outstanding bloodlines. After countless generations of mating and optimization, the bloodlines of future generations become stronger, forming a more powerful strength, enriching more resources, and forming a family that has been passed down for generations.

In comparison, the bloodline level of the wild hybrids among the civilians is very low. For example, the self-awakened bloodlines of Crow and Yaksha are relatively ordinary, and their parents are not even awakened enough.

So since Shirou Emiya is so powerful, his biological father cannot be an ordinary person.

Crow guessed: "Maybe he's not my biological father, but my adoptive father?"

Yuan Zhisheng flipped to the next page. "The origins of this adoptive father are quite mysterious. You pointed out that he's not a native of Japan and used a pseudonym back home. His true identity is that he fled from Southeast Asia and settled in Japan. Can you be more specific?"

The two burly men shrugged, and Yasha said, "Young Master, there's really no way to find out. Our family's influence is limited domestically, but it's truly out of reach abroad. Unless we send people to Southeast Asia to search for a needle in a haystack, who knows? But who knows, what they might find is that this Southeast Asian origin is also fabricated..."

"Forget it, let's just leave it at that!" Yuan Zhisheng's words made the two of them breathe a sigh of relief, which meant that the household registration check was over.

After saying goodbye, Crow and Yaksha happily slipped out of the office like college students on vacation. The liberated two chatted enthusiastically in the corridor about obscene topics such as mixed bathing in Hokkaido hot springs or playing with women in Shinjuku dance halls. The obscene sounds echoed throughout the entire floor.

Listening to the noise, Yuan Zhisheng shook his head helplessly, and the doubts lingered in his mind for a long time.

Emiya Shirou...where on earth did he come from?

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In the early morning, the sun shines through the thin clouds and quietly falls between the dark gray tiled roofs, giving the wooden doors and windows a faint golden glow. The morning breeze and the swaying wind chimes playfully jingle with each other.

Emiya stood under the eaves sweeping the courtyard. Nono yawned, moved the wooden lattice door, walked out of the house and into the corridor. She slowly combed her loose red hair with a wooden comb in her hand and asked curiously, "By the way, Emiya, have you always lived alone?"

"No, my father lived here before, but he died a long time ago."

"Oh, sorry." Nono didn't ask any further. Her situation was similar. Perhaps Emiya also had an unhappy past, one that perhaps didn't need to be mentioned. The best outcome was to let it fade away with the wind.

Her smooth feet made a thumping sound as they stepped on the walkway. If the walkway of this house was not paved with wooden slabs but with smoother marble slabs, perhaps the clean ground would have been able to more clearly reflect the spring scenery under Nuonuo's skirt...

After all, this was the result of a cleanup that lasted until late at night, so it was definitely spotless. The three of them worked together last night, cleaning and packing, and only hurriedly washed up and went to bed near the wee hours of the morning.

As for Melyuchina, she had already fallen into a deep sleep without making any sound, as if she had been abandoned and was unconscious.

"Speaking of which, what's for breakfast?" Nuonuo changed the subject. She hadn't tried much Japanese food. She heard that people here would have rice and grilled fish for breakfast, which was quite strange. As for seaweed miso soup and natto, that was even stranger...

"Oh, I've already started cooking porridge," Emiya said, sweeping the dust from the broom into the dustpan. "I'll go to the street later to buy some crab meat buns, shrimp and pork buns, and fried dough sticks. What else do you want? Dumplings, pan-fried buns, or steamed buns?"

This house hadn't been occupied for months, so naturally, there wouldn't be any food left in stock. Besides, they'd been busy for half the night before going to bed, so it was definitely too late to make breakfast now. It would be quickest to just buy it.

"?" After hearing Emiya list a string of breakfast names, Nono even stopped combing her hair in mid-air.

Didn’t I already go abroad to Japan? Or did I not go abroad?

"?" Emiya was holding a broom and dustpan, not understanding why Nono was standing there in a daze like an idiot.

"Isn't this Japan?"

"What's wrong with Japan... When I said going to the streets, I meant Chinatown."

Yokohama's Chinatown is arguably the largest on the island, boasting a diverse array of Chinese cuisine. Many believe that Chinese cuisine in Japan is essentially a rebranded version of Japanese food, adapted to suit the tastes of the islanders.

However, Yokohama's Chinatown belongs to the "traditional Chinese" faction in the Chinese cuisine faction in Japan, so there are also authentic Chinese cuisine. For example, Pinzhenlou, which opened here in the 17th century, serves authentic traditional Cantonese cuisine.

"Okay, then I'll go with you to take a look," Nuonuo put down the wooden comb, unbuttoned her pajamas and walked back into the house. Amidst the complaints of Wei Gong behind her, "Don't throw clothes on the ground," she kicked off her pajamas, revealing two long white legs.

"I'm going to change my clothes... and by the way, don't forget to bring back a copy for your assistant Xia Mi."

The two of them tacitly ignored Melyuchina's share, because this dragon usually sleeps in, and when she wakes up it is already noon.

Chapter 127 Let’s tell you a story about a king

"Hey, Assistant Xia Mi, are you awake?"

On the table covered with breakfast, Xia Mi was dozing off with a scallion pancake in her hand. Nuo Nuo, who was sitting across from her at the table, shouted at her like a slap in the face, finally waking her up from her dreamlike state of confusion.

"Ah, wake up! What time is it now?"

Xia Mi shook her head and blinked her eyes, seemingly finally getting rid of her drowsiness. She chewed a piece of scallion pancake, and a crispy crunching sound instantly came from between her lips. The filling leaves were bitten open by her teeth and the juice splashed out. The juice immediately flowed down her white jade-like skin in a hurry, but was licked clean by her tender tongue in the next second.

"It's almost nine o'clock, lazy assistant! Oh, thank God you don't like to sleep as much as your lazy cousin (Melyuzina), otherwise by the time you get up at noon, the breakfast table will have been cleared away."

Nono actually yawned a little, but after waking up in the morning, she couldn't fall asleep for some reason, so she got up right after Emiya.

"Thank you, Senior Sister Nuonuo, for your thoughtful reminder! Long live Senior Sister!"

Thank goodness! No need to wake up early!

Xia Mi raised the half-bitten scallion pancake in her hand and stretched it forward, facing Nuonuo, as if she was holding not her daily breakfast but a large glass of ice beer with boiling white foam, and she wanted to clink glasses with Nuonuo to celebrate happily.

"You know, I've never lived in such a big house before. This time, I was so happy that I couldn't sleep all night! Senior sister, do you know that my hometown is in the capital of China, and the housing prices there are terrible. An ordinary person like me can't afford such a luxurious house even if I work all my life!"

"Senior Sister, do you know? The apartment I rent while working away from home doesn't even have an air conditioner, a TV, or a private bathroom. It's just a small room converted from a power distribution room. Every day after work, I go home to cook, eat, and clean up. My only activity is to gaze out the rusty French windows of my rental apartment, watch the sunset, and wonder how big this world is..."

As Xia Mi continued to ramble on, Nuonuo seemed to really imagine the poor days of a little girl living alone in a cheap rental house. It was a monotonous and boring life in black and white, completely isolated from her previous colorful life as the eldest daughter of the Chen family.

But Nuonuo could make the connection because she had quietly entered the profiling state.

In the deep state of his profiled mind, as the narration progressed, Nono imagined a dim scene...an old room with floor-to-ceiling windows, a bed in the middle of the room, a pillow with a bear pattern on it, an old-fashioned chest of drawers in the corner, and a gas stove and a double-door refrigerator on the other side.

…The curtains were made of white lace gauze and dark blue velvet. For years, this lonely figure had been toiling away every day, returning home to gaze out the French windows at other people's worlds, or else drawing the curtains and returning to solitude… It always seemed like she lived this way…

“It’s actually true…”

Nuonuo had a clear image in her mind: a poor girl working away from home to support her family. At least Xia Mi's loneliness and hardship couldn't be faked. This girl was truly pitiful, and she had been wronged before...

Thinking of this, Nuonuo glanced at Xia Mi's breasts with pity. No wonder they were underdeveloped. It turned out that it was because her family was poor and they didn't eat well and had insufficient nutrition.

In comparison, whether she was in the Chen family or following Emiya, Nuonuo's diet was at least excellent, even top-notch, and she was definitely able to fully develop the development potential of her chest.

"It's okay, Xia Mi, you still have enough time to grow and develop what you want." Nuonuo spoke softly with compassion on her face. At this moment, she was like a compassionate and broad-minded Bodhisattva, saving all sentient beings in the world from a high position.

"......?" Xia Mi had just been thinking, "How can a little human witch like you think you can see through the perfect disguise of the King of Earth and Mountains? No way..."

But in the blink of an eye, he found that Nuonuo opposite him focused his rude gaze with a hint of pity on his chest again.

This is too much!

Xia Mi sensed the hostility this senior sister... no, the entire world held towards those with flat chests. Once her divine power reached perfection, she would ruthlessly shatter this rubbish world that judged women by their bra cup size!

However, the goddess Hela, who will be a powerful figure in the future, is now just a humble assistant who is so lowly that even a little human girl can look down on her.

A trace of humiliation flowed out from the bottom of her heart, turning into a mixture of unwillingness and grief. The angry Xia Mi decided to vent these emotions on the food in front of her. She began to devour the food in front of her like a whirlwind.

"Why are you eating so fast without saying a word?"

Nuonuo was slightly puzzled and thought for two seconds. She thought that it was her comforting attitude that had worked. Xia Mi must have been moved beyond words. She felt that her words of thanks were pale and powerless, so she had to bury her head in eating, expressing her deep gratitude by finishing the food on the table.

"I didn't expect that the breakfast I bought on my first trip to Yokohama Chinatown would suit your taste so well. I'll make it this way from now on... But we don't have time to chat about this. Here, take a look at this after you finish eating. This is your schedule for today as my assistant..."

Xia Mi looked up and saw Nuonuo, who had already finished her meal, drifting off, leaving behind a work schedule. It contained sections on it, including magic theory study, magic and martial arts combat practice, and guidance for magic research project advancement... It was packed with tasks, not just for today, but for the entire week.

No, you don’t even have an onboarding procedure, how can you arrange work so quickly?

Is it rolled or not?

----

At this time, Makiou Emiya, who was the first to finish breakfast, had already arrived at his loyal backyard, practicing his daily projection while waiting for someone to come.

"Nono, you're here."

Emiya stood there with a sword in his hand, and he knew without looking back that the footsteps were coming from Nono.

"Hey, I made very little noise, how could you notice it so quickly?" Nuonuo was surprised.

"Your footsteps weren't concealed properly, and your breathing gave you away. Plus, you just finished breakfast, so I could smell it."

Emiya held the sword with his back to Nono, his mind and eyes were working at full power. Based on his physical fitness which had greatly improved since bathing in dragon blood, and based on the five senses and experience of his own body organs, he incorporated the evolution of all things into his perception.

It seemed as though the path to progress was clear.

His mind (truth) is achieved through the combination of physical fitness (hardware) and physical experience (software). This allows the body to act like a supercomputer, constantly reading, analyzing, and responding to information from the surrounding environment.

If both reach a very high level, so that the level of the mind is also pushed to a high enough level, then... it seems that it is not impossible to predict the future based on this?

boom!

The practice time began, Nono raised the wooden sword for practice and swung it, but in an instant, Emiya dodged it by slightly turning his head.

Even Emiya was still facing away from her.

"Have you not eaten yet? Hurry up!"

"Ahhh!" Nono yelled upon hearing this, and his legs, feet and arms were infused with magic power to strengthen themselves, causing his body strength to skyrocket. Even the ground in the backyard was splashing with dust.

The two sides abandoned their attempts and engaged in an even more intense and fast-paced battle, the sounds of banging and snapping being heard non-stop... although Nono was completely on the losing side. She desperately accelerated the pace of the battle, but could barely touch the corner of Emiya's clothes.

Xia Mi walked over quietly and watched quietly. Wow, you humans are really crazy. You spend all your time except eating, sleeping and going to the toilet working hard. No wonder the old dragon guys who can't keep up with the times will be eliminated... Of course, this does not include me, the future god of death Hela.

Xia Mi quietly made up her mind that she would also work hard secretly at night... work hard to get the Greater Holy Grail and the ley lines, and then start the Holy Grail War to amaze everyone in the world!

After that, the target of magic battle practice was Xia Mi, which confused Master Xia Mi. Why did she want to join in too?

Emiya said that a magician cannot be a combat idiot. Then Nono said with a smile, "Xia Mi, we are training you for your own good."

After traveling thousands of miles to Japan, are you satisfied with just being a small assistant? You should treat this place as your second home and work hard to learn more.

Xia Mi rolled her eyes secretly. As the king of the earth and mountains, she is a martial arts master beyond human level. She has a profound grasp of strength. She doesn't even need weapons. She can destroy various objects with her bare hands by destroying the internal stress structure. Does she need you humans to teach her?

So Xia Mi just pretended to get away with it. She was a first-rate rookie.

It was not until the afternoon, when Nono was too tired to get up after being trained hard for half a day, that Emiya called Xia Mi over.

The two came to a quieter and more silent room and used it as a temporary magic research workshop. Then Emiya asked Xia Mi to come up with the research topic of her choice.

"What did you choose?"

Faced with Emiya's sudden question, Xia Mi hesitated and muttered that she would announce it immediately... because she actually didn't know either.

At that time, she was in a hurry to pack her luggage in order to catch the same flight as Emiya, so she asked her classmates to help her pick a suitable project topic. She hasn't had time to read it so far.

Xia Mi opened her schoolbag and took a look at her own topic. Wow, "...On how to find or study historical items that are helpful to magic, so that they can be used in the present and even the future."

"...History? This is a liberal arts question?" Emiya scratched his head. You are asking me, an engineering student, a liberal arts thesis topic, especially archaeology. Are you deliberately making things difficult for me?

"..." Xia Mi pouted. She didn't want to either. She had originally wanted to choose Applied Magic and Alchemy, which would be perfect for asking Emiya for advice...but she ended up choosing this topic. Oh, why are the Zhou family so mean?

"As for history, the most I know is some stories that happened in the past."

"what story?"

"Do you want to hear it? I'm more familiar with a story about a king."

Chapter 128: Creating a bunch of servants is easy and relaxing

"Once you draw this sword, you will no longer be human."

Golden waves of wheat rolled forward in the gentle breeze. A gorgeous sword of the king stubbornly pierced into the rock among the fields. A girl in men's clothing with her hair tied behind her quietly grasped the hilt of the sword, but was told by the magician behind her.

"Not only that, once you pick it up, you will be hated by the people of this land and meet a tragic death." The magician added a warning.

This girl in men's clothing, "Altria Pendragon", is the next generation king planned by King Uther and the court magician Merlin.

She was fostered in her adoptive father's home since she was a child and lived a poor life. She was trained in swordsmanship and etiquette during the day, and was secretly instilled with the ways of being a king by Merlin at night. She actually slept less than 3 hours a day.

Artoria was once shaken by the sword in the stone and the words of warning, but she thought of the people on this land and finally made up her mind. She shook her head.

"No, there are so many people laughing that I think it can't be wrong."

The magician sighed, "You have chosen a difficult path."