: 1260 Eighth Secret Society

Sighisoara, forest.
In this forest not far from the church, there is a man waiting here.
It was a black-skinned, white-haired teenager who had previously prayed in the church.
The teenager is staying in this place and keeping his eyes closed.
That way, it is like waiting for something.
It didn't take long for the teenager to wait for something to come.
"Hey!"
In the glare of the glare, the two riders emerged from it.
"Well…!"
As soon as arher fell on the ground, he immediately squatted on one knee and licked his chest, giving him some painful color.
"big sister!"
The real name, Achilles, immediately supported arher.
Looking at the two followers who came here through the form of space transfer, the teenager opened his eyes.
"Great."
The boy’s face showed a sincere peace of mind.
"The two are all right."
That is a very sincere tone.
No matter who you are, when you hear this tone, you will involuntarily feel good about the young.
But Achilles is looking directly at the boy.
In the eyes, with a pure murderous.
That is not a joke.
Achilles, there is really a plan to kill this boy.
In the face of such murderousness, the boy's face still has a smile that makes people feel bad.
On the contrary, it was the other rider who just arrived, and expressed dissatisfaction.
"What are you doing?rider?"
With such a sentence, a tall figure emerges from the shadows, slowly appearing behind the juvenile.
It was a beautiful woman who couldn’t help but tremble.
Wearing a red and black gorgeous dress.
Around the body, there is a decadent atmosphere.
A noble, mysterious and dangerous atmosphere radiated inside the beauty.
That way, it is like the existence of a fairy tale.
princess?
No, not so naive and pure.
For her, the Queen should be used to describe it more appropriately.
"assassin?"
Achilles turned his gaze to the other person's body and screamed.
"It turns out that you have conveyed to your lord the meaning of your lord, and let the lords use the curse to transfer us to this place?"
Space transfer is a miracle similar to magic.
Even if the job is a follower of the caster, it can't be used as desired. Only by using the curse of the lord can you reproduce these miracles.
Looking at the situation in front of him, Achilles almost immediately guessed it.
It must have been that the juvenile made the rider and arher enemy to the judgment of others, and let assassin convey the news to the lord of his own, which made the power of the rider and arher to be transferred here.
"It's still the same as before."
Achilles said sarcastically.
"Even the lords we have never seen, but I listen to you."
Yes.
Whether it is a rider or an arher, the two riders have never seen their own master.
It should be said that it is not just the two riders.
Except for the assassin and the saber that has not yet joined, is it true that all the followers of the Red camp have not seen their own lord?
At least, according to the understanding of Achilles, after he was summoned, the only ones who appeared in front of him were the youngsters, and the rest of the lords were all gone. They were usually released in the form of words. Instructions, or through the youth of the church in front of the church.
For this situation, Achilles had already felt very uncomfortable before.
Now, it has exploded directly.
"What are you going to do? Yanfeng Shiro!"
Yanfeng Shiro.
The priest who is affiliated with the Church of the Holy Church is the supervisor of the Holy Grail battle sent by the Eighth Secret Society.
The so-called eighth secret meeting refers to a subordinate department in the church.
Unlike the burial agency, which specializes in trials of heresy, the Eighth Secret Society's job is to manage and recycle holy relics scattered around the world.
For example, the remains and blood of the saints, the nails that penetrated the limbs of Christ during the crucifixion, and the thirty relics of the thirty silver coins that Judah received, are the targets of the Eighth Secret Society.
Here, there is a special priest who is different from the burial organ, but who is also not afraid of the power of heresy represented by magic, and who has been trained to recover hidden sacred relics.
Yanfeng Silang is a member of this group.
In this Grail battle, Yanfeng Shiro is the supervisor of the church on behalf of the Church, and holds the qualification of the royal master.
The slave he summoned was the beautiful woman asssin who was surrounded by the decadent atmosphere.
Now, the answer to Achilles' question is also assassin.
"It should be that we ask what you are going to do, rider."
Assassin spoke to Achilles with a beautiful and intoxicating voice, with an elegant and noble smile.
"At that time, no matter which lord would judge the retreat, my lord would speak to your lord and use the spell to make you out of the battlefield. Isn't it right?"
Assassin's words, let Achilles just stare firmly at Yanfeng Shiro, did not speak.
Look at that, it seems that I am not planning to give up.
In this regard, Yanfeng Shiro seems to be very troubled.
"I know, you must not be willing to retreat like that." Yanfeng Shiro smiled and said: "But now we know nothing about each other, but the other party even knows your real name, for you. It’s too bad to expose the real name, isn’t it?

No one can deny this.
As long as you know the real name of Achilles, no matter who knows how to deal with him.
This is also a bad point of too much popularity.
"Even if you don't care, we have to think about it." Yanfeng Shiro smiled at Achilles: "You don't want to let arher be hurt because of your waywardness?"
Arkston can't refute.
"I can't refute it." Arher seemed to slow down and said calmly: "Although it's too big, but this time I really dragged your hind legs, sorry, rider."
When I heard arher, Achilles had no temper.
"Forget it." Achilles snorted and said: "Since it is a big sister, then I can't help but think about it."
"Is it?" Arher didn't feel moved at all, as if he accepted this statement in an ordinary way, he was silent.
This made Achilles ask for a boring, and asked again to Yanfeng Shiro.
"Who is that lord? We haven't heard of such a person in the Black camp before?"
Achilles's questioning made the smile that had been kept on the boy's face disappear for the first time.
Even the assassin picked up a good-looking brow and silenced it.
No reason.
Simply because...
"We also want to know about this issue..."
Yanfeng Shiro is so muttering.
Just then, the assassin on the side was like the news, the beautiful face changed slightly.
Immediately, assassin sank his face and looked at Yanfeng Shiro.
"The Lord, there is a bad news that must tell you."
Wen Yan, Yanfeng Shiro turned his eyes and looked at assassin.
In this case, assassin said the so-called bad news.
"The action on the Laner has failed."
"And he was injured."