Chapter 580

327. Male-Mom Gin, the Terror of the Eighth Servant!

Just look at reality.

What is the status of those Sky-Curtain Masters?

Even those giants who once destroyed countries by themselves and rivaled the human civilization of the past are polite.

That is a level capable of talking to current major powers.

And the wine factory he founded is known as a multinational organization, with members in various countries, and even dared to play the feat of strafing Tokyo Tower.

But essentially, to the state apparatus, it is nothing more than a small fry.

Allowing him to exist is purely because what he pursues is also what those big shots want.

Immortality, rejuvenation.

What was the concept in the past world?

Taking a sip of health-preserving goji tea, the man who looked at least fifty years old chuckled.

Doesn't he know that the wine factory has become a sieve?

He knows.

But if he didn't let the special agents of various countries in and let the big shots keep track of the experimental progress at any time, the organization would have been wiped out long ago.

Everything in this world that seems anti-logical has its internal interest chain through the surface.

To put it bluntly, the so-called multinational organization, the big villain who is generally the boss, is just a urinal used by real big shots to avoid dirtying their hands to achieve their goals.

He is not qualified, nor is he worthy, to talk to them.

Just look at the greatest achievement of his experiment, Vermouth, who was given the greatest power under him in the organization and was the most indulgent.

She just entered the establishment, got on the line with that Sky-Curtain Master Kudo Yusaku, and immediately promoted to a leader in the establishment.

Her tone was directly different, her nostrils were facing the sky, and she looked like an old Buddha.

She was just short of calling him "little Maruko."

And what about Gin in the Sky Curtain?

Holding the Command Spells, he was about to summon a Servant, and he was still thinking wholeheartedly about taking the Holy Grail at all costs to give to him first.

Damn it, this is what a subordinate is.

The man thought of the traitors in the organization and wiped away bitter tears.

"I still have to promote Gin back quickly. Magic resources must also be squeezed to supply him more. Although he may not be short of them in the future, I cannot fail to show it... hehe... hahahahaha..."

The man who had been feigning death for half a century thought of this and finally couldn't help it, his laughter overflowing from his mouth, the more he laughed, the more proud he became.

A Sky-Curtain Master who is loyal to him.

He suspected that those big shots standing at the top of the world were now so jealous that they couldn't sleep, and had to crawl up in the middle of the night to cry a few times.

Happily sucking on a cigar, the middle-aged man walked into the Sky-Curtain chat room at will to appreciate the sour and refreshing look of the people.

【"Holy shit, this guy is awesome, he's about to become a Master, and he's still thinking about offering the Holy Grail to his boss. What kind of innate cattle-horse holy body is this?"】

【"Hilarious, it's clearly some kind of secret organization, maybe the kind that brainwashes from childhood."】

【"It feels very scary. It's completely imaginable that others in this organization are probably not much different."】

【"Hiss~, the cohesion is so strong that whether it's turning against them or going undercover, I'm afraid it's impossible to insert, even if the strength is a bit weak, it's very scary."】

Many people gasped, their teeth itching.

The Holy Grail.

The omnipotent wish-granting machine.

Whether it's immortality or the power of gods, it can be realized.

As a result, he is not tempted and wants to offer it to his boss?

Holy shit, are you sure this isn't some cult organization?

Some people who had contact with them also broke the news in horror: "I know, I know this terrible organization. They are all in black, like ruthless machines, cruel, cold-blooded, and efficient.

Before the Sky-Curtain era, they created many tragedies, spanned many countries, didn't even put the state apparatus in their eyes, and even overturned state regimes."】

【"I suspect their boss's goal is to rule the world."】

A certain Karasuma Renya:???

I am not, I don't have, don't talk nonsense, big shots must not believe him.

Also, I overturned a tribal regime in Africa with a population of less than 10,000 that was everywhere.

【"Hiss~ scary, I'm afraid that before the Sky-Curtain descended, they didn't know how much extraordinary power they had mastered, and how many achievements and means they had hidden."】

【"After the Sky-Curtain descended, it's hard to imagine how much they have progressed and how many achievements they have."】

Many people talked more and more exaggeratedly.

The wine factory almost went from a small fry to a mastermind behind the scenes controlling various countries.

Seeing Karasuma Renya break out in cold sweat, his palms cold.

Holy shit.

Those big shots wouldn't take it seriously, would they?

Damn it.

He really didn't hide anything. Anyway, he will definitely be the first to enjoy the results in the end, and then hand it over.

Suddenly. A beep, the phone rang.

The man lowered his head stiffly and looked at the displayed contact, and three Chinese characters appeared: "Old Dog Wei."

(Д)!!!

Federal Central Intelligence Agency Director William!

It really came!!!

Damn it, my organization is full of your people, don't you know?

It's just short of the bodyguards being your people.

He was shocked and angry, but he instinctively turned into a submissive look, nodding and bowing to answer the phone: "William Lord..."

Halfway through, his voice stopped abruptly.

That's not right.

I have a Sky-Curtain Master who is loyal to me.

I didn't have to be your grandson before, now that I have one, I'm still your grandson, isn't it in vain?

Suddenly.

The middle-aged man's temperament changed, his waist straightened, he sat in the boss's chair with a big-shot posture, biting a cigar, his voice low.

【"Wei-zi, calling so late, you are a bit ignorant~~"】

Beika Town.

An old street.

【"Holy shit, Big... Big Brother, you really became a Master!!!"】

Vodka, wearing a collector's edition Lalako anime T-shirt and rubbing children's underwear, stood up with his 300-pound sturdy body.

Looking at the ancient incantation chanted by his Big Brother in the Sky Curtain, the familiar pillar of light rose to the sky from the magic array, and the ancient, magnificent, and vast aura slowly descended from the unknown place.

He was so excited that he stuttered.

Originally, that four-eyed guy named Aizen said he could grant Command Spells, and they were half-believing.

The two in the Sky Curtain didn't understand, but as they had just experienced the arrival of a Servant, didn't they understand the preciousness and level of Command Spells?

As a result...

It actually worked!!!

Hahahahaha, from now on his Big Brother is a Sky-Curtain Master, and he will also rise with the tide, becoming the most loyal little brother of a Sky-Curtain Master.

Damn it, from now on, if the boss comes, he dares to spit twice, okay?

【"I don't know what class it will be, which Servant, hehe, I hope it's the Three Knights, preferably Archer, since ancient times archers have been cheaters, if not, Rider is fine, uh... absolutely don't be Assassin!!!"】

Watching Vodka cry and laugh, more excited than he, the principal, and as nervous as a 300-pound child when drawing cards.

Gin walked out of the kitchen with dishes, expressionless: "It's just becoming a Master, what's the big deal? It's not too late to be excited after winning the Holy Grail War."

Vodka looked at Gin's hands shaking the bowls and chopsticks, and then at his tense expression, and didn't complain.

He was afraid that Big Brother would shoot him and make him, a little brother who had finally suffered through it, die young.

【"Bang."】 ===== CHAPTER 581 =====