Vol 3 Chapter 772: These masters, compared with the followers, they are nothing more...

It seems that Yiliya didn't mean to embarrass Xingqi, but she didn't seem to have any plans to continue the life counselor.
She put down the cup in her hand and said to the exclusive maid beside her:
"Serra, go and remove the sign outside. Our employment agency just closed down."
Because of paying a huge IQ tax, Yiliya's employment agency is on the verge of closing down, and now she is upset, and she simply stops opening the shop.
"Yes, Lord Ilia. What about the remaining guests that Serra takes care of?" Lijieli headed.
"Leave it in a [blank room] and leave it alone. If you want to escape, you want to do something else and let them go."
Illiya decisively entered the remaining customers into the [reserved] list, and closed them to the small white house that had not been "decorated".
It's really a small white house. The office looks very big and the exterior is very exquisite, but it was created by Ilia's painstaking modeling.
In the Holy Grail, there was originally a different space without anything. Elijah had no authority similar to the creator, and she couldn't let the Holy Grail grow out of a house by herself. She could only build a house by playing with building blocks.
But because only three people use it, there are not many rooms that are actually used and active, so Illya was lazy when she was decorating. Some rooms are in the state of simple sketches from beginning to end, used to place temporarily People who don't need it are perfect.
"Hey, those people who are left after all..."
Illia got a headache when she thought of it--
"A typical traditional magician who wants to get to the root with all his heart, and is also a macho who imposes his values ​​on all his family members..."
"A rebellious person who follows his own heart, but he is actually an indecisive and inefficient paranoia..."
"A wicked man who yearns for happiness above the pain of others..."
"Compared to the heroic servants with distinctive personalities who have engraved their own obsessions and ideals in their souls, these masters can't help them like a pile of mud... Let's dry them first." Illya looked distressed. Ordered Serra.
"Yes, Lord Illya... But Lord Illya, since you are so distressed, why don't you just destroy them?" Serra didn't fully understand that Illya had to work those prisoners.
"This..." Ilia thought about how to answer: "Of course, [Dust to dust, soil to dust, everything to nothing] is the easiest way to solve problems, and it is also Guise's favorite."
"However, when everything goes to nothing, it also means that you don't mean to solve anything."
Tear off the job does not mean [complete the job], and turn off the game does not mean [clear the game].
"So, if you want to get something in the time you experience, then face the difficulties directly and experience the pain is an indispensable process. It is only to escape from the key place and spend the illusory time empty, no matter when. It can only be an inflated age, a [fake] that does not increase the age..."
And Yiliya wanted to truly stand shoulder to shoulder with Star Carving one day, but she only grew her age empty, just like a Taoist cultivator living in a cave mansion, that would not work.
"...Is that so?" Serra really did not understand.
"That's it, you will understand it slowly in the future." Illiya Mingming looked younger than Serra, but she looked like an older sister.
"Well, I'll give you the authority here. You and Liz look good at home, and I will go out a little bit."
"...Yes, good luck, Lord Ilia."
Seeing Sella hesitated for a while and didn't say anything, Illiya smiled and turned into golden light and disappeared in place.
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Unlike the all-white Holy Grail space, this is an all-black space.
But unlike the black that Angola Manuel infested with negative emotions, the black represented here is [None].
This is the magic vacuum zone specially vacated by Ilia in the Holy Grail. In the Holy Grail space dedicated to storing magic, the area of ​​magic vacuum is of course the representative land of [None].
And here, Illya imprisoned a person who was quite disgusting from her subjectivity—Jill Deray Knight, Marshal Blue Beard, and a surgeon.
[So that's it, what you do with that seafood warlock is to confine it? But also, out of sight, out of mind. 】
Xingke heard Ilia explain the purpose of this trip and instantly understood the fate of Blue Beard.
"Huh, forgive him? God won't forgive him, forgive him is only Joan of Arc for tolerating him, and I'm just Ilyas Phil." Ilya said very naturally, when she was nailed In front of Gil De Ray on the cross.
Of course, there is a cross beside him, and Yusheng Ryunosuke is "sleeping".
"Yo, hello, Knight Jill, how long have we not seen each other~EbookFREE.me~Hahaha! ~Who knows!? The mysterious Lord of the Holy Grail."
Gil de Ray looks good, and he can even laugh:
"It may be a thousand years, it may be two thousand years, or it may be two days? Anyway, the concept of time in this place will be wiped out even the consciousness of human beings. It doesn't matter what time is..."
Although Gil de Ray looked calmer, his mental state did not seem to improve. He seemed to enjoy the pain brought by [Holy Nail] and twisted his body to mourn:
"Poor, my unfortunate best friend, Ryunosuke-kun, he finally failed the test of time, and he ended his will and became an empty shell... Ah, what a pity..."
"Don't cherish the memory of your best friend there.
Don’t say you don’t know how he [falling asleep], staying by your side, long-term radiation can make people nervous, not to mention that he has been communicating with you his artistic experience..." Ya said with disgust.
Gil De Lei's mental pollution skills reached A level, and people who did not have the same mental state as him could not communicate with him. As an ordinary human, Yusheng Longzhisuke can become Gil De Ray's best friend...not to lose.
"Then what's the matter with you coming for a sinner like me? Could it be that I can finally be released after serving my sentence ~ Have you seen my saint?! ~-Ah, how wonderful..."
"The beauty of thinking! I won't let you down for hundreds of years." Illiya broke his fantasy in an instant.
"Oh, so, then, what are you..."
Illya didn't speak, and golden ripples appeared behind her, and then a golden ornate sacred banner, emitting a light of purification, fell into Illya's hands...