Chapter 119: Return?

Ning Tian City,

Zhongyangrengongdao, villa district.

In a large villa worth tens of millions.

A fellow wearing a red knitted sweater, a black girl's miniskirt, knee-high socks, and leather shoes is walking down step by step along a deep staircase.

The narrow, spiral staircase seems to lead to an abyss of endless darkness, with no end in sight.

Only this person's footsteps echo, and the twin tails behind him sway and shake, which is quite cute.

Before long, he finally arrived at the basement.

The room is somewhat cluttered, and on the only empty space, a complex hexagram array is drawn!

This person lifts his head, revealing a young male face with sharp, well-defined features! He laughs loudly:

"I have finally waited for this day!"

His makeup twists along with his exaggerated smiling face.

"Today is the fated moment!"

After speaking, he walks to the center of the array, grabs several gemstones in his hand, and begins to chant:

"Silver and iron. The Archduke who makes a contract with the cornerstone. Our ancestor is the master of our teachings. Let the wall block the flowing wind, close the gates of the four directions, depart from the crown, and arrive at the three-way fork of the kingdom, cycle!"

The secret, obscure incantations flutter from his mouth, and the air subtly twists!

"Close. Close. Close. Close. Close."

"Repeat five times."

"Simply, break the overflowing engraved patterns."

"Set—"

"Declare—"

"Your body shall be under my command, my fate shall be upon your sword."

"If you follow the call of the Holy Grail, and if you accept this will and this reason, then answer me!"

Boom—!

At the very moment he finished chanting, a loud noise came from upstairs!

This cross-dressing young man freezes for a moment, then lifts his head and looks toward the top of the stairs.

"... Eh? Where is this?" Ding Mo sits on a collapsed sofa, feeling a bit dizzy; he rubs his head and looks at the exquisite layout of the surroundings,

unable to help but show a look of confusion.

This seems to be a living room, where a high-quality black tea cup is overturned on the table, revealing an air of luxury.

Because of the interference of the mother and daughter, his teleportation went wrong again this time, and the landing point had an error once more.

However...

"It's fine, as long as I didn't land in the base of the Processing Bureau." Ding Mo breathes a sigh of relief, then hears a burst of urgent footsteps.

Eh, just breaking someone else's things, that doesn't seem very good, does it?

Should I pay for the damages? But I don't have any money, and the bank account at the Processing Bureau is absolutely not to be used...

Bang!

Just as Ding Mo is sitting on the sofa, having a headache over how to explain to the owner of the house, the living room door is suddenly kicked open!

Ding Mo looks in surprise at the... cross-dresser who is trembling with excitement?

He kicked the door open and ran inside.

Upon seeing Ding Mo sitting on the collapsed sofa, he actually kneels on the ground, ecstatic:

"Oh my god, I knew it... I knew it!"

"?" Ding Mo straightens his military uniform, stands up, and looks confused.

What is going on?

But that person seems unable to calm down from his excitement:

"I knew it, the Holy Grail War is real!!"

"Um, excuse me," Ding Mo says, scratching his head:

"Are you the owner of this place?"

"!! Yes, that's right!" The cross-dresser steps forward, rips off the twin-tail wig on his head, and a flash of light bursts from his eyes!

It's here! The most thrilling moment has arrived!

He suddenly pauses, then says earnestly:

"My name is Xiao Junfeng, yes, that's right, that's correct."

"I am the 'Master' who will summon you to this world!"

As he speaks, he reaches out a hand to display the "Command Spell" on the back of his hand,

"Then, this strong Servant, may I ask which hero you are? What is your name... hmm, you don't seem to have a sword?"

"Ah! That's right... what a failure, I didn't expect that after spending so many gemstones, the one summoned wouldn't be a 'Saber'!"

His voice echoes in the living room.

"... Huh?"

Ding Mo watches his series of actions, unable to help but have a head full of question marks.

"So, you are an 'Archer' then?" He says, looking at the military uniform on Ding Mo's body, muttering to himself:

"Being able to shoot, that should count as a type of 'Archer', right."

The two of them arrived in another living room.

"I told you, I am not one of those heroic spirits you imagine; those things are all fake."

In the hall, Ding Mo glanced at the young man who had already taken off his cosplay outfit and returned to normal.

Xiao Junfeng, according to his self-introduction just now, was a wealthy youth of only 18 years old, just starting his second year of high school. He was idle and shiftless, only liking to delve into strange and peculiar things, like tarot cards, occultism, and the like.

"Then why were you able to fall from the sky and land in my house?" Xiao Junfeng asked, puzzled, while skillfully brewing a cup of black tea... ah no, two cups.

Looking at the teacup being handed over, Ding Mo said in surprise:

"I broke your things, and you're still brewing tea for me?"

"Eh? That thing isn't even worth much."

Hearing this, Ding Mo touched the sofa he was sitting on, beneath his hands. The one from before and this one were the same style—both were genuine leather.

Very well, he had run into a filthy rich person.

Watching Ding Mo take the teacup, Xiao Junfeng beamed with joy:

"You must be very powerful, right? Can you shoot a bow?"

"..." Ding Mo sighed, set down the teacup, and stood up to walk to the window.

Gazing at the quiet Residential Complex outside, he couldn't help but ask: "Where is this?"

"Oh, this is my home... er, I mean, this is Weilanshoufu in the central district of Tianningshi, Building No. 31." Seeing Ding Mo turn around with an unfriendly look, Xiao Junfeng hurriedly added the last part.

Tianningshi, as expected, it hadn't strayed too far... Ding Mo pondered for a moment.

He had no intention of returning to the Processing Bureau for the time being, but the war of memories in his mind still continued from time to time; the chaotic situation had not been completely resolved.

"As expected, I still have to find Yuan Zi'ang to help me take a look."

Ding Mo made up his mind, and just as he was about to turn around to prepare, his movements suddenly paused.

Because downstairs of this villa, the sharp-eyed Ding Mo saw several men in black appear on the path below.

They were looking toward this side, with two fingers pressing against their earpieces, seemingly communicating about something.

"What are those people doing?" Ding Mo pointed at them and simply asked Xiao Junfeng directly.

Hearing this, Xiao Junfeng walked over and saw the figures below, but spoke as if he were used to it:

"Oh, don't mind them; those people are bodyguards sent by my family to protect me."

A moment later, seemingly having caught sight of Xiao Junfeng's figure, those men in black all dispersed and returned to the corners to stand by.

As expected of a wealthy youth, with his parents not at home, he actually had so many bodyguards protecting him...

Ding Mo had already begun to suspect that the Xiao Junfeng beside him was the only son of some CEO with a net worth of over a hundred million.

"Little Brother Xiao, I need your help with some things..."

However, this thought did not last long; Ding Mo turned to ask Xiao Junfeng about the props—a mirror and white candles.

These were the things needed to summon Fei Xue and conduct a meeting within the mirror.

"No problem, leave it to me!" Contrary to Ding Mo's expectations, Xiao Junfeng agreed quite readily.

It seemed that in this short time of getting along, he had developed quite a good impression of Ding Mo.

"Hmm, perhaps falling from the sky or whatever, isn't actually that bad?"