From the old priest's attitude, it's clear that getting a bargain here is difficult.
Su Xiao isn't sure if he'll have another chance to visit this place. Even if he does, earning merits with the Holy Church is no easy task.
"Priest, do you desire the Holy Grail?"
"The Holy Grail?!"
The smile on the old priest's face gradually faded, his gaze instinctively went to the back of Su Xiao's hand.
"Sure enough, you're involved with the Holy Grail War. I didn't notice any command seals the first time I saw you. Could it be you're..."
Thinking of a certain possibility, the old priest felt a bit uneasy.
"You don't think I'm a Heroic Spirit, do you?"
Su Xiao leaned back in the chair, crossing his legs, appearing relaxed.
"Heh."
The old priest chuckled silently; he had seen many Heroic Spirits. Their mannerisms and speech were distinctly different from modern people, and the Heroic Spirit's body is made of energy—he had ways to identify them.
