I Will Eventually Become a Partner of Justice Chapter 58

Weber stomped angrily.

"Stop saying that, I'll let you play." Iskandar smiled heartily.

"You——! You——!!!" Weber was trembling with anger as he pointed at Iskandar's fingers. He sure enough. real. really. I really hate this kind of giant man who is full of muscles and has no self-knowledge! ! ! ! !

Back to the home of an old couple who took advantage of [Hint]. Iskandar couldn't wait to tear open the packing box, and Weber stayed away from Iskandar in disgust, and then turned to look at his book.

"Little Master, how do you play this game?"

There is an instruction manual, but you don’t know how to read it? ……"do not know."

"Come here quickly, help me take a look, how to do it!"

It's so loud! You tell me to watch it and I will watch it? Wouldn't I, Weber, be very shameless? ……"I have no idea."

"Oh! Why are you so narrow and twisted? Come and help me take a look." Iskandar stretched out his hand and pulled Weber over.

"You you you you you... how can there be such a way to ask for help!!!" Weber gritted his teeth.

"Help me quickly, how to fix this." Iskandar handed the instruction manual to Weber.

"You begged me to read it! You begged me to read it! Don't get this wrong!" Weber repeatedly stated this, then helped Iskandar read the manual, and then helped Iskandar install the game .

In this way, you can read a book in peace, right? Weber thought so, then turned his head and continued reading.

Hearing the ticking sound of game buttons, Weber felt noisy, and turned around to remind the King of Conquerors to keep his voice softer, only to see a picture that made him almost spit out blood——

"Is there any mistake? You use cavalry to fight tanks? Archers to fight planes? What kind of operation are you doing? Do you think all the heroes?"

"My God! What kind of technology tree do you have? Bows and arrows, wood making, horse raising... Do you think the world will always stay in the Middle Ages? A little enterprising spirit of the times, okay?"

"Get some technology! Gou technology! My God! What are you playing? I seriously doubt whether you are the King of Conquerors!"

"...Ahhh! I can't take it anymore! Get out of the way! Look out! If you want to play like this, you haven't even made a nuclear bomb, what kind of world is it to conquer? Watch me bomb the world with nuclear bombs!"

In the end, the two of them just played together.

"Hahaha... This king has already produced a nuclear bomb! This world is for this king to conquer!"

"Heh! When you made the nuclear bomb, I already made the space aircraft carrier!"

"Hey hey hey hey? Why are you so fast?"

"Hahahahaha——! You don't even look at who I am! I am Weber Velvet! I am Weber Velvet! Accept the punishment, Iskandar! Your overlord's conquest is up to me Break! Eat Me Star Destroyer——!"

Game Over.

In the seventeen journeys of the King of Conquerors, none of them broke the technological blockade and modern strategic layout of the Great Demon King Weber.

"Oh! Lost again!" Iskandar patted his head and scratched the back of his head in distress.

"You are still far away!" Weber stood up, looking arrogantly at Iskandar who was sitting on the ground. right. It's head-up. The opponent was too tall, even sitting down was the same height as Weber standing.

But it doesn't matter, this long-lost pleasure of making his followers admire him has already allowed him to ignore everything.

Eh--?

Wait a moment!

Shouldn't I be arguing with him? Why are you playing games together all of a sudden?

damn it--!

Weber dropped the book and stomped his feet angrily. Damn it! Damn it! Damn—! Self, this is too easy to forgive, right? Absolutely not!

"Ah... ah. It seems that in order to conquer the world in the future, we must build a few nuclear bombs." Iskandar scratched the back of his head, telling his great dream of conquering the world.

"Heh," Weber, who had resumed the sage mode, sarcastically mercilessly said, "If you have that money, you might as well buy a country."

"Sure enough, the root cause is money..." Iskandar rubbed his chin, "If we can grab a country as rich as Persia, all problems will be solved."

"However——you really are quite talented, little master. If you were born in my time, if you were also a king, maybe we could have a fight." Iskandar looked at Weber and said with a smile.

"It's good that you know. Do you understand? Your master is a man of real talent and learning, you'd better listen to his command!" Weber said with his head held high and his chest patted.

Iskandar picked him up and said with a smile, "However, he's still a brat with a narrow inner world."

"You bastard—!" An angry voice squeezed out from between his teeth, and Weber's eyes gleamed with anger.

He still really didn't like it. Hate. Disgusting, this kind of muscular giant without any self-knowledge!

annoyed. bored.

In the evening, when the night of death was about to fall, I was bored watching the TV while listening to the chatter of the old man in the boarding house.

"Boom—"

The sudden news break caused Weber's chopsticks to fall from his hands, and his face was full of disbelief.

Chapter 43 Everyone is dirty! 【Third update】

"Didn't you succeed? It doesn't matter. The opponent is a Servant who surpasses human beings, so failure is a matter of course... Is Kotomine Kirei? Is he after me? I know, I will be careful."

After hanging up the communication with Hisau Maiya, Emiya Kiritsugu lowered his head and adjusted his dress.

Do not.

This kind of thing can't be called a formal dress, can it? If you insist on calling it a formal dress, in the traditional magic world, you will probably be reprimanded for being deviant by pointing your nose at it, right?

A pistol named Thompson Contender produced by the Thompson Center Arms Company in the United States has a 15-inch (381 mm) stainless steel barrel that can match the power of a rifle.

Emiya Kiritsugu rebuilt this pistol with magic methods, and it became his favorite gun for killing magicians all the year round.

Rather than saying it was Emiya Kiritsugu's dress, it was better to say it was the weapon of a magician killer.

"Did beep beep—"

The siren of the police car came from outside, very fast, with almost no interval.

Emiya Kiritsugu continued to deploy firearms with a calm expression, ignoring it.

However, the next moment——

"Emiya Kiritsugu inside, listen to me! You are already surrounded by us! Hurry up and surrender, or we will shoot you!"

Emiya Kiritsugu, who was adjusting the guns, paused, moved to the wall, covered his figure with the curtain, and looked downstairs with squinting eyes.