Chapter 625: The Money Is Not Enough

"A command spell?" Arturia whispered.

Originally, the importance of the Command Spell to the Master is self-evident. Not only can it command Heroic Spirits, but it itself is the crystallization of a huge magical power, possessing all kinds of magical abilities.

But so far.

Even the power of Heroic Spirits is insignificant, and the power of Command Spells is even less worth mentioning.

Even so, Artoria still agreed, and decided to try her best to convince Emiya Kiritsugu after returning home.

"I don't want to intervene in superfluous matters." Kanzaki Kaori said that he would not help easily.

Although her heart is not so cold, as a magician, especially a saint who has fought for a long time in the Church of Necessary Evil, she will not be too soft-hearted.

Now is the time to hide yourself, and rashly participate in the battle, it is easy to fall into the siege of the rest of the group.

Joan can't be forced either.

The three people who met by chance are gone.

Arturia looked up at the moonlight, and did not insist on going to Tohsaka's house to investigate, but went home.

Kanzaki Kaori is still collecting information while hiding himself as much as possible.

Only Joan of Arc remained, not knowing what to do for a while.

"Anyway..."

She took out the money she worked for the past few days, calculated it, and added the tips from the guests, which was a considerable amount.

Enough to buy a lot of food.

Just take these to sacrifice first.

Joan of Arc looked around, picked up a small stone, and started painting the badge on the spot.

But when it was only halfway through the painting, there were clear footsteps in the dim alley.

Jeanne stopped quickly.

It was a handsome young man wearing a white t-shirt, and he didn't feel the aura of a Servant or a magician.

Ordinary people?

Jeanne noticed the other party's gaze,

Shrinking the small stone behind him, he sighed in his heart, wearing such clothes and hiding in such a place and drawing strange patterns, just don't scare others.

"You don't have to draw anymore." The young man suddenly said.

"What?" Jeanne was taken aback.

"You won't get the gift after you finish painting." The young man was naturally silent, his eyes were placed on the few pieces of paper money in Joan's hand, and he shook his head, "And this money is not enough at all."

The lowest price for a first-class can is about 50,000 yen.

How can it be possible to earn money from working part-time for a few days.

Joan of Arc reacted and shrank back with the palm holding the money.

"Are you...a person from another world?" No matter how she looked at it, the person in front of her was just an ordinary person with a unique temperament.

"You can think so." Silent smiled, "However, what I said is true. Even if you finish painting, you won't get a response, and your money is indeed not enough."

"So...but, why?" Joan couldn't help asking. "Why don't I get a response? Is it just because I don't have enough money?"

She still heard the meaning of the silent words.

It doesn't seem like it's all about the money.

"Only those who can get a response are those who have a strong desire, that's why other masters and heroic spirits have this qualification." Silent had already walked in front of her, staring at her with dark eyes, "You don't have to be in your heart. Make your wish come true, Jeanne."

For some reason, Joan looked at her own reflection in those eyes, and there was a feeling that the other party was very familiar with her.

Is it an illusion?

"Wish or something... Does hope for world peace count?" Joan of Arc deliberately used a slightly relaxed tone.

She felt a little dull.

I also know why, because the other party seems to know her very well, but she doesn't know anything about this person.

"Of course, there are not a few people who have this hope." Silent chuckled, "However, you are just praying, and you don't intend to do anything for this wish, right? In your concept, Heroic spirits who already belong to the past and have no future should not interfere with the development of the present world.”

"..."

Joan of Arc can already be sure, that feeling is not an illusion.

"I don't usually care about people who don't have a wish, but you are special." Silent nodded slightly and smiled, "How about walking with me, you have nothing to do right now, in return, I will tell you how Found caster, how?"

"Do you know where Caster is?" Joan's eyes widened slightly.

But the silence just laughed without saying a word.

After thinking for a while, she agreed.

"But yes, but I still have to try it first."

"Please."

So Joan of Arc continued to paint the rest of the pattern, and as Silent said, there was no reaction.

After making sure that she did not draw a mistake, she was a little frustrated.

I really can't get a response.

Is it because you don't have a wish you want to fulfill?

"Sorry, it's been a long wait." Jeanne walked over to the silent side, looked at him, and noticed something.

Too laid back.

With a smile in the calm, there is a white cat that seems to be sleeping on his shoulders, and there is no atmosphere in the war at all.

Are you confident in yourself, or is your personality just like that?

She looked at it and waited, but Silent did not speak, and went all the way to the street lamp, to the lonely street.

"Excuse me..." Joan finally couldn't help but said, "You just said you knew about Caster, is that true?"

"Of course." Silent replied casually, not like he was looking for Joan, but like Joan was looking for him.

In fact, it was said that Joan of Arc would accompany him, but the silence had no special purpose.

It just happened to come here, and just wanted to go for a walk.

"How can I find Caster?" Jeanne took two steps forward, turned around, and stood in front of the silence, pleading, "If you continue to delay, maybe there will be children killed again, if you know If you find him, please tell me, and I will give you a reasonable return."

"Even if you find it, you won't be the opponent's opponent now." Silent looked at her, "You should already know that Caster is not only abusing and killing children, but also plundering property. He has already witnessed the gift. the power of."

"Please don't underestimate the ruler, Your Excellency."

Joan of Arc's amethyst-like eyes did not waver in the slightest.

This is her duty, no matter how good she is, she always has to make a break.

"There are some wishes at this time, but it's not enough." Silent seemed to be a little curious and asked, "You think you are a heroic spirit with no future, a past existence, but you actually like the human beings in this world very much. , right? You are still very happy to be able to get along and talk to people for a short time in the Holy Grail War."

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