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"After all, you are my master, you should be able to see the characteristics of a follower?" Ryder patted Webber's head and said, "Look carefully."

"No... not at all!" Weber's face was filled with disbelief, "The opponent can fight Assassin, there must be a follower, but...but I can see Assassin's ability, but I can't see him!"

"Should it be Berserker? Weber guessed when he saw this crazy look.

"Well, since I can't see it, I won't force it." "Are you healed now my little master?" Ryder asked.

"I'm fine." Weber replied.

"Very good." The rider boldly shouted: "Sit down, I'm driving!"

A bull-drawn chariot rushed to the battlefield with thunder and lightning.

Assassin saw it and easily dodged it. Compared to Archer's Noble Phantasm covering the sky, it was not easier for him to avoid Rider's Chariot.

The chariot was full of movement and when it arrived, it plowed through the ruins of the path again.

But even so, it can't eliminate the obsession in Berserker's heart. He didn't even hide, he was still staring at Assassin.

The next moment, the bull's hooves kicked on Berserker's body... With a "crash", the wheel of the cart ran over Berserker's body heavily.

Berserker stood up tremblingly, then turned into a spirit body and fled away.

Kariya Matou regained control of Berserker's body when Berserker was hit hard. He gave the Berserker the order to retreat immediately.

"I am the King of Conquerors, Iskandar. This time the Holy Grail War will appear as a rider." The rider stretched out his hand and invited, "Assassin join my army."

"You shouldn't help me, rider." Assassin said stubbornly, "I can win!"

""No need to be too hard on yourself…" As soon as Ryder finished speaking, Assassin picked up his words.

"Berserker's speed has slowed down and his power is slowly disappearing…" Assassin said, "I can feel that his magical power is about to disappear!" He looked crazy.

You know, the assassin thinks it's completely impossible for him to win this holy grail war. But as long as he kills a follower, he can move on to the next Holy Grail War.

He missed the chance and briefly lost his mind, but he immediately regained his composure.

"Sorry... the battle just now made me a little crazy." Assassin apologized to the rider, "Thank you for your help, actually I've been losing." The pain is still stimulating Assassin's nerves, like a beast smelling blood. Fortunately, her reason gradually gained the upper hand.

""Never mind, from your tone it sounds like you have a way to defeat the… Berserker?" said Ryder.

"Yeah." "I can kill him as long as it takes," Assassin nodded.

"Can you take it?" "Your fight with Archer used up a lot of your stamina, didn't it?" Ryder asked. Not only was it a lot of consumption, but the Assassin was almost killed by the Archer.

"Archer is very strong." Assassin nodded to admit his weakness.

"You have consumed too much tonight. If you take on the battle with an all-powerful attitude, surely your method of defeating the Berserker will work?" Rider pointed to the blood that had drawn across Assassin's cheek, telling Assassin of his now exhausted attitude.

"I don't know." Assassin was very frank. In fact, she didn't know how long it would take to win Lancelot, but as long as it dragged on, she would be right.

"Goodbye rider, maybe one day we can be friends." Assassin said before leaving, but rider stopped her.

"Don't be so anxious, assassin." As he said that, the rider actually took out a barrel of red wine from his chariot.I really don't know how he hid the barrel of wine on the bumpy chariot. "If you go out in the way you are now, you will definitely become the hunting target of others, so you might as well rest for a while."

Ryder broke the lid of the barrel as he said it. Immediately, the aroma of red wine permeated the entire ruins: "Would you like to attend the Battle Victory Banquet? Anyway, let's talk about ideals! I am very curious about the reason behind your response to the Holy Grail.

Wishes

"Ideal... my wish is too small." The assassin gestured with his hand, "If I may say so, my wish is like a falling feather against the long-standing wishes of other heroic souls."

"Minor wish? Let's talk after a drink, assassin." Ryder took out the wine bottle and shook a spoonful of red wine.

"Rider..." Weber, who finally got up from the carriage, couldn't take it anymore: "Why did you say everything about class and the name of reality?!" he shouted

"My name is a bit famous. Wouldn't it be great if Assassin joined me?" Ryder gave a silly smile and rubbed the back of his head.

"You..." What a fool to join your army! Weber couldn't stop him when he saw Ryder's face.

"Wipe the blood off your face first." "Don't lose face in front of others," Ryder said.

Weber touched his cheek in confusion, his fingers turning red.

He has just woken up from a coma when the library explosion nearly killed him.

The fierce battle made him forget the pain for a short time, and now when the blood color came into his eyes, the pain surged into his brain.

"Hmm..." Weber clutched his wound, he caught sight of Assassin. Only then did I realize...the girl's body was covered with wounds all over her body.

A broken dress, a back covered in blood... a twisted left hand, and a right hand clutching the sword desperately. Both hands were obviously trembling, but the hand holding the sword was gripped so hard that it almost touched the hilt.

Thick and dried blood not only spread on her hands, but also stuck to the gold threads on Assassin's temples.

Weber didn't know what Assassin had gone through, but the girl's heavy eyes made him feel deeply pitiful...

The aroma of red wine, accompanied by the pungent smell of burning ashes invaded Assassin's nostrils.

Rider got off the chariot, crouched and handed it over.

Wine… Looking at the wavy red liquid in the wine bottle, the assassin hesitated.

"Assassin, don't be so nervous, calm down, let me see your true form." Ryder sat cross-legged on the floor and said, "Isn't it bad to pretend to be someone else while you're drinking?!"