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Let's give up, let's just give up.
Honey, that child is out of our control.
He can't make our family's magic flourish, he will only destroy everything...everything!
Our family has lasted for nearly two thousand years, and we have been ridiculed by the Clock Tower for just a long time. Do you think this kid can break the stereotype? The Clock Tower may indeed change its view of us, but the fact before us is that we are being crushed by them bit by bit. But that child, only that child will survive.
I said, why do we give birth to children like that?
He's really ours... No, I know. sorry.
We have gone through all inspection methods. Whether from a scientific point of view or a magic point of view, it has been proved that he is definitely our child... I understand!
But, even so, I can’t believe it!
I would rather believe that goblins still exist in this era, and they are the ones who trick our children.
You can also understand my feelings, right?
The research that our family conducted three hundred years ago came to an "impossible" result after exhausting our efforts, so it was sealed. Yet, that kid accomplished it at just eight years old! It was neither translated into language nor reproduced, just a few fiddles based on feeling! Hmm?? That’s right, research without replication is not complete. I understand, I understand, dear. But, but...
I'm scared, I'm scared of that child. If he is an excellent magician, then you and I will naturally be proud of him.
but it is not the truth.
At first, I thought he was just a defective product, unwilling to make sacrifices, and possessing a gentle personality that is very unnecessary for a magician. However, he is not even a defective product. There is a difference in use between him and the magician, just like what is thought to be the barrel of a telescope, is actually the barrel of a cannon. He is something different, something completely different from us.
So, dear, here’s what I think: Is it our mission as magicians to end the child’s life? The Escardes family’s magic to the end was to end that child’s life. Bar?
Honey.
It's time to make a decision.
He is not our child.
He didn't know which world he came from. He was neither a human nor a phenomenon of any creature.
We mistakenly thought he was our son and named him…
The child named "Flat" never existed from the beginning.
That's just a flat surface with some inexplicable graffiti on it... right?
Flat Escaldes——
When they learned about him and his "specificity", two men happened to express the same feelings.
One is an ancient magician, known as the Demon King of Finance. One is a magician who conquered the sky of thousands of mirrors decorated with gems.
They said the same thing at different times and in different places. But that is not an evaluation of the boy himself, but a praise of his ancestors.
"It's finally done."
"Even the descendants (the future) have forgotten the eighteen hundred years of ambition (the past) of the Eskaldes family."
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"The weather forecast will be broadcast next. The low pressure west of Las Vegas will——"
An ordinary message came from the TV.
Pedestrians on the street hurried to work as the weather forecast for the next few days varied between good and bad.
The city of Snowfield has not seen any alarming incidents.
In fact, the moment the thirteen heroic spirits gathered, the "seven-day" Holy Grail War began. There are also magicians, American secret forces, agents of the Templar Church, etc. mixed in.
The Holy Grail War enters its second day, people
Still enjoying the peace given by the world in the morning sun.
However, the cracks are clearly emerging.
A gas explosion occurred in the desert.
Pets suffer from strange illnesses and are sent to pet hospitals one after another.
Some people cried "I don't want to leave here" and were taken to the psychiatric department of the hospital by their families.
The historic opera house suddenly collapsed.
It is suspected that someone launched a terrorist attack on the police station with the purpose of rescuing detained criminals.
Hotels near the police station were also affected.
A strange storm blew from the north of the city to the high-rise buildings in the middle - Crystal Hill.
Various strange things happened one after another in the city. But for those who have not experienced it, these are just small things and are not enough to ruin their normal life day after day. The "common sense" accumulated in life can sometimes numb a person's feelings.
Before panic strikes, common sense will become a thin film covering daily life, barely covering the fire of madness approaching people.
Perhaps many people have noticed it, but still want to hold on tightly to this superficial sense of security.
fine.
It doesn't matter just yet.
It's not broken yet.
The city is not yet destroyed.
Ordinary life will surely return soon.
Unfounded thoughts and "if only" wishes accumulate, filling the interior space of the membrane.
In this atmosphere, those who only "vaguely" feel something is wrong not only do not have the slightest worry, but consider themselves very happy.
They feel that they are still living in their daily space.
If there is a dividing line between normal and abnormal, I am on the normal side.
The people of Snowfield didn't think so because they were particularly optimistic.
For the false Holy Grail War, the "masterminds behind the scenes" spent eighty years building this city, setting up hint magic in every corner without leaving a trace.
Magic has been applied to everything from public facilities and road distribution to small street signs and trees. Even ordinary magicians see nothing more than ordinary marks. In addition, cues are activated when several factors are superimposed, such as color matching that scientifically induces specific psychological effects, all of which exert a subtle influence on people.
To accurately measure these hints composed of magic and non-magic, there must be two types of people: one is a magician with excellent observation skills; the other is a person like Lord El-Melloi II who has the ability to "learn from the world". A person with the skill of "combining clues in all things". Both are indispensable.
It can be seen that it is not difficult for the "masterminds behind the scenes" to remain hidden until today.
No one, whether it was the magicians passing through the city or the sociologists who were skeptical of the city's rapid development, or even the citizens who settled here and lived their own lives, were aware of all this——
Someone set up huge and vague hints in this city called Snowfield to prevent people from panicking as much as possible.
Therefore, even if many animals fall ill, people's suspicion and worry are limited to the extent of "the possibility of infecting humans."
In this way, people ushered in the sunrise the next day without knowing anything about it.
They don't even know-
They themselves and even the entire city are magnificent living sacrifices to the false Holy Grail War.
However, the hints are hints at best.
Similarly, this membrane called "security" is woven with the help of suggestion. If it keeps tightening, it will one day break.
To the masterminds behind the scenes, it doesn't matter if the membrane is broken. Because they had speculated that when things developed and the "suggestion film" was torn apart, the power of ordinary citizens would no longer be able to resist. Some of the masterminds behind the concealment magic even thought that rather than letting the commotion expand slowly, it would be better to make it disappear like fireworks in an instant.
In short, the mastermind
We simply don't allow people to panic. XiuShu.com
Police Commissioner Orlando Reeve reexamined this fact as he listened to the news on television. He narrowed his eyes in displeasure and said to himself: "A magician who looks like a magician is no different from a corrupt official."
After finishing speaking, he began to think about "what about myself" again.
Before corruption and malfeasance are exposed, it is difficult for ordinary people to tell whether an official is a good official or a bad official.
Then, magicians who are invisible to ordinary people are naturally more suitable to be treated as a whole.
Although there are exceptions, in the eyes of ordinary people, creatures like magicians are generally not human.
Orlando knows very well that he is not "exceptional". He said nothing more and continued to listen to the sound coming from the TV in the director's office.
A news program from a local cable TV station in Snowfield was playing on the television.
Before the next challenge comes, the magician, who is both the police chief and one of the masterminds behind the scenes, takes advantage of his short leisure to quietly listen to the TV news.
It's as if the news anchor's calm voice will no longer exist soon and should be cherished even more now.
"Next news. A gas explosion occurred south of Snowfield, causing environmental damage——"
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Ayaka Sajo found herself in a vast space between heaven and earth.
There was nothing strange in front of her, just a plain where she could see the forest in the distance, and she was speeding across the plain.
She seemed to be riding a horse, her armored hands holding the reins.
"Is it a dream?"
Ayaka first realized that the hand holding the reins was not her own, and then realized that her body was not under her control.
The field of view was constantly shaking, and it seemed that he was sharing the same field of view with another person.
I might have such a dream sometimes.
Ayaka thought, but felt that the dream was very real.
"Richard! Hey, Richard!"
Hearing someone shouting like this, his eyes turned behind him.
I saw a dozen men in armor riding on horses, and one of them drove his horse towards him.
The horse in the field of vision stopped, and the young man in armor said: "Richard, we came as you asked, but you can't be serious, right? Are you really looking for the so-called King Arthur's legacy?" "
Hearing this, the man known as Richard answered.
Although Ayakashi didn't intend to speak, the words flowed out of her mouth naturally. This feeling was very strange.
"Of course, I found the clues with great difficulty."
"Isn't it just the nonsense of a drunken bard?"
"That's right. When bards are sober, they will cleverly hide the truth in the deepest parts of their songs. I am the worst at interpreting this. Only what they say when they are delirious is easy to understand."
False reasoning.
Although Ayaka was surprised by the nonsense that came out of her mouth, the tone made her understand completely.
"Ah, this dream...I was called Richard...did I become that swordsman?"
Ayaka, who finally understood what was going on, couldn't help but sigh. This was probably the connection between the Master and the Servant. She would gradually understand the Servant through dreams, and the Servant seemed to do the same.
This made her feel a little weird.
Because it feels like being stripped naked.
However, the scene in front of them continued to play out, and people ignored her mood and continued their conversations calmly.
"I only know that the thing is related to King Arthur, but I don't know what it is exactly? It's okay that we are just idlers. You are from the royal family. What on earth is worthy of you doing this?"
"Everything is fine."
"ah?"
"The best is the holy sword Excalibur. If
The chosen sword Caliburn or the holy spear Rhongoyniad would also be good, or even a shield to repel the cat demon. If I can find the entrance to Avalon and take a look at the great first king himself or the magician, my trip to this world will not be in vain. "
The man named Richard said this innocently.
The young man standing aside couldn't help but smile bitterly after hearing this.
"If the legend is true, then the Holy Sword should have sunk to the bottom of the lake along with the Lake Fairy (Vivian), right?"
"Then just find the fairy in the lake and make friends with her. I heard that Sir Pyrias made a lifelong contract with a fairy in the lake, and he was still alive after the battle at Camlan's Hill. Is it good?"
"The reason why a third-rate knight who was not included in the round table survived must be because he ran away quickly. Besides, looking for the legacy of a hero who doesn't even know whether it really exists is not something you, as a royal family, should do yourself. thing."
"Both the royal family and the common people, they all yearn for great legends."
Like little kids.
what happened?
He always feels more childish than the usual swordsman.
Although the people around him said that he was from a royal family, they treated him more like a close friend than a king.
Ayaka felt a little strange about this.
But "Richard" didn't seem to care about this, and he was heard to continue: "If King Arthur's treasure can be found, it means that those wonderful legends are all true, proving that those dazzling adventure stories It really happened on the land we are standing on! We inherited the land where the King of Knights and others galloped! As long as I know this is true, I can accept all my fate!"
"Can't you accept it if it's not true? You're still the same as before, full of crazy nonsense." The friend shrugged on the horse and expressed his helplessness, then asked, "Then what do you want to do? How about we Are you also looking for the Holy Grail?"
"This... might be a waste of time, right?"
"Why? Is it any different from Excalibur and Rhongoyniad?"
"Mr. Chrétien told me before that the Holy Grail is not something that can be obtained by mere desire. It calls out to its owner. He also said that the Knights of the Round Table who pursue the Holy Grail do so because they are longed for by the fate called the Holy Grail. Only then will I find the Holy Grail. Therefore, I will not take the initiative to search for the Holy Grail. I believe that as long as I keep following the glory of the knight, one day a legitimate reason will appear to drive me to find the Holy Grail."
Richard told fairy tales seriously.
Hearing those unique terms popping up one after another, the man who looked like a friend spoke meaningfully: "Chretien. There are rumors that he is a fallen druid who can see through the past."
"Well, it is said that some poets, like him and Weiss, sing the story of the King of Knights and the Round Table as real as if they had seen it with their own eyes, making people feel nostalgic. Even if someone tells me that they have lived for thousands of years I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s an elf.”
"Forget it, it's not important. Anyway, the clues to King Arthur's relics were not obtained from Chretien, but from a drunken poet in the tavern who didn't even know his name. It's a shame you believe this nonsense, I don’t know what you think.”
"It doesn't matter what clues you have. I'm not the king yet, so it's important to learn the footsteps of the true King of Knights while I'm free, right?"
Although Ayaka couldn't see Richard's face, she guessed that Richard's eyes should be sparkling at this time.
That child-like expression seemed to appear before his eyes.
Ayaka thought this while following Richard's gaze towards the plain.
A strange thing came into view.
"While you were free... you are now almost the same as the lord of Aquitaine... Well, what's the matter, Richard?"
"Is there something..."
It was a point on the plain.
But gradually people discovered that
Rolling dust rose up from behind that point, and I immediately realized that "it" was rushing towards me.
At first they thought it was a creature like a horse galloping across the wilderness, but the size was wrong. Soon after, when the roar that was suspected to be coming from that thing reached their ears, the knights finally began to panic.
"What is that? A large wild boar?"
"A carriage? No, there is no horse... I have never seen such an animal... Does it have legs? How does it run? I have never heard of an animal that roars like that!"
"Hey, it's coming!"
"Why so fast! Run away, Richard!"
Richard ignored the knights who were holding the reins tightly, and said calmly: "Interesting? Maybe they are descendants of the magic pig (Trch Tryth)."
Another term I have never heard of. Ayaka was not too worried.
On the one hand, it was because Richard's voice was very calm, and on the other hand, it was because she knew the thing that was rushing towards her.
However, the thing looked slightly different from what she knew. As it got closer to Richard, its speed gradually slowed down.
After making several roars like the roar of a beast, it stopped a few meters in front of Richard.
"What is this?"
One man remained by Richard's side until the end, presumably intending to stand between the two if things went badly.
At this time, the man was staring at "it" in surprise.
"Iron?? Carriage?"
"Speaking of which, the wheels are really thick. What is that black thing? What kind of animal skin is it?"
Richard's curious words made Ayaka suddenly realize: Ah, that's it. This was the era that Richard lived in, right? In this way, the weird things Richard and the others said are understandable.
Ayaka quickly thought: I was indeed just dreaming. What a strange dream, everyone is actually speaking Japanese.
Because if this was really the world in the past, it would be impossible for things like this to happen.
The "thing" that appeared in front of Richard and others was not only strange in shape, but also extremely exaggerated in appearance, chaotically dotted with steampunk-style gears and gothic-style iron spikes.
Ayaka knew what it was called.
--car.
——No...it should be a modified car.
Looking at this car that should appear in an action movie, Ayaka couldn't help but wonder: What kind of mental state am I in now to have such a dream. However, ever since I crossed the desert and came to Snowfield, I have been involved in events involving knights and kings, so various eras have been mixed together...
Just as Ayaka was thinking, she saw the situation changed.
"Bang, bang", there were several knocking sounds from inside the car. The surrounding knights immediately drew their swords vigilantly and surrounded the car.
A moment later, the car door that seemed to have a problem was kicked open violently - a man leaned out of the car.
Then, the windows of the "car" opened one after another, and various "instrument-like things" appeared from it, crackling and playing messy music.
Amidst the noisy background music, a lively and cheerful voice sounded. "Hey, hey! Young leader of Aquitaine and his merry companions! How are you? I'm fine—surrender, surrender, I raise my hands in surrender, so can you put your sword back first?"
The man said in a flirtatious tone and walked out of the car while raising his hands. His attire was as good as that car's, and even weirder.
Although he was wearing aristocratic clothing, the exaggerated color scheme did not look like royalty, but more like a clown. Not only was he wearing a strange hat on his head, but he was also holding a cane in his hand. For some unknown reason, the decorative gear on the cane was turning with a strange sound.
When Ayaka saw the man, she was immediately convinced: Ah... this is indeed a dream.
The scenery that appeared in her field of vision before did indeed look like a unified
One's worldview is reminiscent of an era when knights fought on horseback. But the sudden appearance of this man instantly shattered the worldview to pieces, even giving people a sense of disorganization.
The strange man continued to say to the knights who refused to put down their swords: "Hey, don't you know the words 'love and peace'? The action of raising your hands means surrender. But I don't know what the culture of your time means. Is there such a thing? Otherwise, I can just raise a white flag. Forget it, in short, I am unarmed now and have no hostility. On the contrary, I admire you. You accepted the trap I designed without any doubt and went out of my way to Bring it to such a remote plain!"
"You said this was a trap!"
"Ah, crap. The drunken poet in the tavern was actually arranged by me - I actually said it myself, but it didn't have any impact. Anyway, you are all here, and the plan was successful! Perfect!"
The man's words caused the knights to grip their swords again and gradually narrow the encirclement.
However, the clown-like man shrugged, tapped his shoulder with his cane, and said, "Oh wait, don't be so stingy. When Alexander III saw someone like me who was full of unknowns, strangeness, and outrageousness, his first reaction was But enjoy the experience first.”
"Nonsense!"
"Wait a moment."
Richard's arm appeared in Ayaka's field of vision, stopping the furious knight.
"You mean Alexander the Great...what?"
"Hey, Richard! Ignore this suspicious thing??"
Richard continued to use gestures to stop his companion who wanted to interrupt the conversation, and then said to this strange man: "Although the person you mentioned is not the knight king I have always loved, the conquering king is also a great king. .Since you compare me to him, no matter what stupid things you say, I have to listen carefully. Everyone, right?"
Then, Richard folded his arms and said to the strange man solemnly: "Let's continue. First of all, who are you?"
Hearing this, the mysterious man showed a pleasant smile and quickly climbed to the roof of the modified car - in a condescending manner, he loudly announced his name: "Good question! My name is Saint-Germain! It's Saint-Germain!" You can break it off after Saint, or you can join it together affectionately and call me Saint Germain. Yes, Saint Germain! The hedonist named Saint Germain now appears in front of the future great king! This is a worthy thing What a big thing to commemorate! At least it’s a big thing for me!”
"How dare you! How dare you use such an attitude even though you know Richard is a member of the royal family!"
Richard's companion scolded, but it was far from exciting.
Perhaps it is because they also know that Richard does not care much about the difference in status.
——None of the knights around her used honorifics... Just as Ayaka was thinking, she heard Richard, who was looking up at the "speaker" in the car, murmuring softly: "Oh... this gesture is really nice."
--ah……
Ayaka then recalled the previous scene of Richard standing in a police car and giving a speech, and she suddenly understood: Because his behavior that was deviant from common sense left a deep impression on me, that's why I had such a dream.
Even after figuring out the cause of the dream, Ayaka did not wake up from her dream, and Richard's voice was still clearly audible.
"So, Saint-Germain, who are you to me?"
The man who called himself "Saint Germain" shouted "Good question" again, and continued with an exaggerated posture: "I am your signpost, guiding you who want to find the footprints of past heroes; I am your admonisher, so that you can Sense the harbingers of destruction; I am your prophet, telling you of the end; sometimes I am a dove, bringing you branches of hope. This is what a man named Saint-Germain owes you. Responsibility."
"That's too greedy. In short, he's like a court magician?"
"Unfortunately, I am not a magician, a goblin, a dream demon, a vampire or a time retrograde, let alone a magician who can travel through the world. I am just a worthless person.
The nobleman worth mentioning is nothing more than a liar. "
The man turned his cane gracefully and continued: "So you don't need to remember my name. It doesn't matter if you forget it the next moment. Let me introduce myself again. My name is Saint-Germain. It's okay if you don't remember this name. Saint-Germain? ?That’s right! It’s Saint Germain! Saint Germain?? The name doesn’t matter, it’s the purpose of the man named Saint Germain. Saint? Or, Germain?”
"Hey, Richard, shut him up!"
Richard ignored his companion who raised his sword again and remained motionless.
"Don't worry, if he is a liar, I want to hear how he is going to lie to me."
Although Ayaka couldn't see it, she could vaguely guess that Richard should be looking at the man with bright eyes like a child now. .Ь.
"Haha, it's not me who wants to deceive you. The world you will step into in the future - the many mysteries that created King Arthur - when you stand in front of them, you will consciously deceive yourself. I just gave a little bit of that spectacular deception. Do me a favor. In a word, please take care of me. Let us drink to this memorable moment when you are about to enter the legend."
Saint-Germain jumped out of the car, knelt down on one knee respectfully, and stared up at Richard.
When their eyes met, before Ayaka could think of anything - Saint Germain's lips moved.
"The same goes for you with deep pupils. Please give me more advice in the future."
A chill ran down Ayaka's back.
Instinct made her understand that what this man just said was not to Richard, but to herself whose vision overlapped with his.
Then, Saint-Germain added something that probably no one except Ayaka could understand, as if to support her guess.
"Looking at all this in the distant future, the lost sheep of life."
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At this time, Ayaka woke up.
The gray ceiling came into view, and Ayaka realized that she was lying on the bed.
She found that her back and palms were slightly sweaty, and her heart was beating fast.
"Ayaka, you're awake. You actually fell asleep with your glasses on. It seems you are really tired."
Ayaka followed the familiar voice and saw the swordsman sitting on the chair next to the bed reading a book.
The table in front of him was piled with various books, which should have been pulled from the bookshelf next to him.
What the swordsman is holding now is a book titled "The Life and Death of King John". Ayaka didn't take it seriously, but retorted with an unhappy look: "Who told a certain person to fool me yesterday?"
"I'm relieved that you've recovered enough to say mean things to me! But just in case, you'd better get some more rest. It's not dawn yet."
"Thank you...and, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to complain to you."
The other party had obviously helped her a lot, but she was cold-mouthed to him, which made Ayaka hate herself. However, the swordsman just smiled heartily and replied: "No need to apologize. In fact, I did fool you to death, and I may continue to fool you in the future. Also, you look even cuter when you wake up angry."
"You... are so optimistic."
Speaking of this, Ayaka remembered the "dream" she had just now.
As a dream, I remember it too clearly.
——Is it really just a dream?
No, instinct told her not, but she was afraid to confirm.
"But then again, there are a lot of books in this house. The basement is full of magic-related books, and the second floor is a mountain of history books and biographies of heroes. It won't be boring now." I don't know who the swordsman is. He hadn't been reading all night, and now he was staring with excitement.
Ayaka looked at him and said involuntarily: "You..."
"What's wrong?"
——Do you know Saint-Germain?
Ayakomasa
He wanted to ask, but froze before he could speak.
She recalled the last look in that strange man's eyes, and suddenly she was afraid to call him by his name directly here.
So Ayaka changed to another word that appeared in the dream.
She didn't recognize the name. But just by asking the swordsman whether he recognized it, he could clearly judge whether it was a simple dream or not.
"Do you... know someone? I think his name is... Credy... Ann?"
"Mr. Chretien de Troyes? What a nostalgic name. He was a court bard who was hired to stay in Sister Marie's castle. I heard the legend of the Holy Grail from him countless times, and he told me all of it. Bored. Sorry... I didn't mean to lie, but I have to correct what I just said. I pestered him to tell me the poem about the quest for the Holy Grail hundreds of times, and I didn't get bored."
"This...it must be the other person who is annoyed..."
Before Ayaka could be surprised at how smoothly the conversation went, she expressed some helpless thoughts about the swordsman's usual joke.
"I didn't expect you to know Mr. Chretien. Ah, is it possible that you are also a fan of the Knights of the Round Table? Aren't the Knights of the Round Table great? Although Mr. Chretien said that they are impeccable as knights, as human beings It is said that it has shortcomings like this. But I still think the Round Table is the best knight order, including those shortcomings!"
Although Ayaka has some impression of the term "Knights of the Round Table", she is not familiar with them at all.
However, seeing the swordsman in front of her talking happily about them, Ayaka understood that they were very powerful heroes.
This also became an opportunity for Ayaka to think calmly.
——In other words, that was not just a dream? Indeed, now that I think about it, it felt more like a movie clip shot from someone’s perspective than a dream. If so, could something related to magic be operating behind the scenes?
In order to confirm this, Ayaka wanted to talk to the swordsman about the "dream" she had just now——
Unfortunately, there was a knock at the door.
The swordsman closed the book as soon as he heard the sound and asked, "Ayaka, can you let him in?"
"You can judge for yourself. Anyway, I only believe in you."
While Ayaka was wary of the people outside the door, she handed over the decision to the swordsman.
The swordsman stared at her face carefully, observed her for a moment and then nodded: "It looks like her hair is not messed up from sleep, there is no eye mucus in her eyes, and her clothes are quite neat. Okay, that's no problem!"
"Huh? Ah...well, I think...it should be fine."
"That's good. Hey - come in."
The swordsman shouted out the door, and as soon as the door handle was turned, the door with a simple design was slowly pushed open.
"Can... can I get some sleep?"
There was a young man standing at the door.
He has a face that could easily be described as that of a boy. The contrast between the black-based special forces uniform and that baby face inevitably makes people confused.
Ayaka looked at the young man, guarding the firearms and knives in his holster, and replied: "Well... your name is... Sigma?"
In response to Ayakashi's inquiry, the young man answered incorrectly and told the current situation without changing his expression.
"This house...is surrounded."
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Meanwhile, inside the budget motel.
There is a motel on the edge of a road with little traffic.
From here, you can see the high-rise buildings in the city center from a distance, but except for some discarded materials scattered here and there, there are no serious buildings around the hotel.
Even so - even if it was before dawn, there were too few people and vehicles here. It was as if time had stopped in this place. At this moment, several figures seemed to seep out from the darkness and appeared in this silent space.
There were nine men and women, each wearing plain suits that were out of place in a place like this.
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One of them reported to the man standing in the center of the team: "The spell has been confirmed. There are no barriers around, no traces of magic, and no signs of magic disorder."
"Is this really...here?"
The man who looked like a leader was surprised by his subordinate's report.
If the information obtained in advance is correct, then the person who uses this place as a base is the magician who belongs to "El-Melloi Classroom". In fact, "El-Melloi Classroom" is just a common name for the modern magic department, and some even call it the "Clock Tower" magic cave.
Would a magician from such a place be chosen as the master of the Holy Grail War and live here without even setting up a barrier?
The other party is not a poor ordinary person who was hypnotized by a magician into a spy.
The countless experiences accumulated over the years in the combat troops tell the leader that the opponent may have designed some kind of trap, and the tactics should be carefully re-formulated.
Everything is done so that they can achieve perfect results in the name of "Zu Zwenk".
Chuczvink is a magic group created by the Einskaya family in Eastern Europe.
They were originally subordinates of the Yggdomirenia clan based in Romania. For hundreds of years, they had been used as an early processing force, responsible for dealing with the pests that were ready to move around the monarch clan.
However, more than half a century ago, Yggdomirenia's power began to decline, and the clan eventually disbanded. So Chuczwink is now taking on a variety of invisible jobs as a member of the Free Magic Group.
Although their magic abilities are average, they are highly praised for their crisp and ruthless methods of doing things. Therefore, everyone from magicians to politicians and financial people who know nothing about the world of magic will come to them for work, and they make a living by accepting various commissions.
That's right, it's "barely" a living.
Although the pay for the killer job is not low, for magicians like them, this level of remuneration cannot allow them to live a luxurious life.
Just then, Chuczwenk encountered a good opportunity.
The reward given to them by the other party was several zeros more than the previous commission, and the content of the work itself also interested these magicians very much.
"Snatch the royal limit and participate in Snowfield's Holy Grail War."
Chuzwenk was a little skeptical at first, but after the sponsor showed them the video of the familiar - the fierce battle between two heroic spirits and the huge crater they created, they had to believe it.
This land has set off huge waves that can shake the magic world.
Even if there is danger, it is also a great opportunity.
They spent a day laying out an intelligence network in the city, and finally found a master's hiding place.
However, Chuczwenk did not know this.
They thought they had found out the information about the Master through their own abilities, but in fact it was Faldius who knew the information first and intentionally leaked it.
They are just the fighting dogs that the main envoys behind the scenes, the fighting dog, the fighting dog, the dog pushed out of the dog.
"Chuzwk", who does not know the truth, is now ready to walk towards hell.
"First of all, confirm the correct position of the target. Pan to find the second floor of the hotel in one to three, go to the first floor of the first floor. After the information is out of intelligence, he will solve him. The same is true for witnesses. "
The magicians will inherit the magic engraving from their homes.
They boldly divided the engraving, half of which were inherited by the leader of the "king", and the other half was divided into eight copies, embedded in the hand of the "Soldier", respectively.
Generally speaking, magic engraving is divided into this level, and it can only play a trivial function -strengthening magic. But their magic is very special: "King" is the engraving of everyone's engraving. By significantly reduced the universality and life of the magic circuit of the "Soldiers", they forcibly improved their ability to the same level as the "king".
"Wang" is intending to show the magic carving branded on the arm
India, launching magic -just then, he saw "that thing".
"Exposing the magic engraving on the arm, I will raise your ability to be like me as usual."
A man who looks exactly like him is standing at the center of the group and saying what he usually says.
"What!"
Although "Wang" made a sound, no "soldier" looked at him.
Probably being hindered by some kind of magic, others did not even realize that there was an extra "king".
This scene made "Wang" think of whether he was a soul. I saw the man with the same face, using imitation to score a lot of scores, and overlap with the "soldiers" of the arms of the "soldiers "--
--not good.
——Stherium, how many of you! Get up your arm!
"Wang" noticed the faint magic flow, but it was too late when he issued a warning.
However, even if he speaks in time, can his voice be introduced into the ears of the "soldiers"?
When this doubt appeared in the mind of "king" -a man with the same face as "king" said a word.
"Three, two, one, start gathering." "Ah ..." "Wow!" "Woo ..."
Suddenly, the eight "soldiers" who stacked with men's arms seemed to be spasm in thunder, and they rolled their eyes and fell directly to the entrance of the motel.
Through the opportunity to synchronize everyone, the magic engraving wavelength of the "king" was used to make the powerful curse directly into the "soldiers" — the "king" to make such a judgment, and at the same time understood that they were in trouble.
Unfortunately, the man disappeared.
"Wang" only felt that his back was poked by someone's fingers -when he reacted, he lay on the ground like others.
As the leader of Chuzk, although it was blurred by maintaining consciousness, it took a few seconds to understand that they were walking step by step.
The right ear was pressed on the cold asphalt road, and the calm voice of the man came from the left ear: "It turns out, the magic you use is quite interesting, it is actually dividing the magic engraving to make yourself the king of the group. It is a kind of strange fate ... "
As soon as the man whispering the strange words in his mouth fell, a leisurely voice sounded behind him, alleviating the tense atmosphere in front of him.
"Is everything going well? Wow, it really becomes exactly the same."
"Although it is difficult to fully copy the memory, the surface and the habits formed for many years can still be read. This level of magician, I can reproduce his technology 100 %."
"Class ?? Madrum, you say this level in front of others,"
"Well ?? Sorry, because this man's personality seems a bit arrogant. By the way, do you want to say my real name?"
Mad Warrior -hearing that age who can be called a teenager said the word, the assassin (magician) understood. It seems that the people who played them as "Chuzwk" were the ritual -the "British Spirit" in the Holy Grail War.
And the teenager is probably their goal, the magician Vlat Eskaldes.
——The defeat.
——This is the so -called hero? There is no chance to test.
At this point, "Wang" also knew that his destiny came to an end.
Are there any means to defeat and win? As a magician, or as a assassin who has completed countless jobs, he has considered various methods. However, at the moment when the cursing was eroded, he couldn't even ask for the voice of mercy, and naturally knew that he couldn't do anything at all.
If there is any good opportunity, it is probably when the other party asked the employer's information. However, in the state of losing the "soldiers", what can he do to this magician who has a hero with the back?
——It is that this is the case, the Holy Grail War ... It can be a master of magic, which is pretty good for a magician.
In the case where he couldn't do himself, "Wang" could only pray that he could die so much -but then, he heard a leisurely dialogue.
"Yuzhu, what should I do next?"
"Well, first tie them with a rope and throw them into the hotel rooms that are booked later. But there are nine people at once ... Is it better to book another room?"
"It's okay to squeeze it. I'll move people, you, etc."
"It's okay, I can strengthen the use of the drive they set up and use it directly."
The tone of the royal Lord and the follower seemed to be talking about leisurely.
"Wang" did not understand what the situation was, and desperately moved the eyes that were reluctant to move up -a young blond youth standing in front of him and a man who looked the same as himself.
I saw a man suddenly disappeared. In an instant, a strong man with muscles exceeding two meters in place appeared in place.
The strong man first carried the eight "soldiers" on his shoulders, and extended his hand to "Wang". He moved away "Wang" and his men.
A few minutes later--
The "king" of "Chuzwenc" was stuffed into a room in the motel, and his "soldiers" were alive.
"Why don't they kill the soldiers? If you want torture to ask for information, it is enough to leave a few people. Difficulty ... Is it possible to leave people into magic crystals like the Skradio family?"
Thinking of such an inhumane magic institution (system) before, "king" came up with cold sweat.
He looked up and looked at several other magicians lying in the room.
"Are they like me, is it a magician who lives on spy and assassination?"
When "Wang" was thinking about this problem, the blond boy suddenly made a slap.
"Please listen to me! Ah -I'm sorry, do such rude things to you! I always feel that you are all murderous, I will let the mad soldier catch you! If there is a magician who pass by, then then ……Sorry!"
"..."
Seeing that the magicians were surprised, Vlat Eskaldes asked the tall man at a loss: "Mad soldiers, what should I do? They seem to be very wary. Children or clown, let them relax. "
"Hmm ..." The tall man -the mad warrior groaned and disappeared, and then a young girl came out in place.
"Wow! I said before, why do you wear such swimsuit clothes as soon as you become children!"
Flat panicked and wanted to cover him with the sheets on his hand, so he heard the mad warrior like a girl who answered: "Sure enough, no matter how many trials will become this child. I have no intention of it when I came to this world. It is affected by some kind of power? This is really strange. "
"You can't let people relax like this! You see! Everyone looks at you with strange eyes!"
The mad warrior watched the sound that although those magicians were tied with magic seal effects, they stared at themselves tremblingly. They don't know why, it seems that some kind of instinct and root fear make them trembling.
"Well--"
After making a child like a child, the mad warrior disappeared again, and then it appeared like a British nobleman.
The mad soldier asked with his mind, "What about this look?"
"Is there any story in this look?" Flat asked.
"The owner of this look is called the Ripper Jack, how is it? Is it a gentleman?"
"So do you have any misunderstandings about relaxation?"
Flat shook his head helplessly. Fortunately, their dialogue was sensible through their minds, otherwise these people would probably scare urine directly.
Flat no longer talks to Benit, but said to other magicians: "Let me introduce it to you. Mr. Leikusham, Mr. Koche in front of the refrigerator, the sofa in front of the sofa is Mr. Dikaru, the black hair in the corner is blond hair
Mr. Liang. Then now, there are nine people ... What is the name? "
Flat asked the mad warrior, and the latter replied based on the surface memory read before: "Chuzvor. Nine of them are a whole, so they are called."
"Okay! Chuz Week! That's it. We are going to leave the hotel, so everyone’s seal will be automatically lifted together today. But I don’t want you to start the seal and start killing each other. Therefore Sky around. "
Seal the magic circuit.
Hearing that Flat said such things lightly, and he did not intend to solve the attitude of the magician, he frowned the conscious magicians.
"Royal Master, Chuz Week has nine people, the situation is good for them?"
"Ah, right. Then put the previous four people in the room where we live in, and remove their seal thirty seconds in advance. The time of thirty seconds ?? It should be enough to escape or take response."
Flat said in a cheerful tone, which instead made a few frowning magic teachers and students angry.
What a determination to become a magician has nothing to do with the weapon named British just by controlling the heroes, and it is easy to make us into waste -reality makes the magicians anger from their hearts.
But soon, their emotions reversed.
The mad soldiers glanced at the magician who stared at Flat, and asked the Lord while rubbing his chin while rubbing his chin: "The master, do you really need to eradicate them?"
"Do you just want to kill people like this? This is not good, it will become a bad boy. Mr. Xuan Hao knows that it will beat me."
"No ... I think Xuan Hao will not care about the death of these people now, just like that I do not have much concept of human life and death."
"This is why he let you follow me to learn ... I won't kill them. Mr. Mad Warrior, the weight of life is much heavier than the earth."
Although it is unclear, the "Mr. Xuan Hao is Mr. Xuan Hao in the exchanges, but this sentence is laughing at the magician. The captives were trembling all over, however---
The real fuse is the next sentence.
Although this group of magicians recognized the magic talent with Vlat, he still felt that he was "a young master who had no magician's temperament, and the magic circuit was empty." But the next moment, Vlat said with the color of his pupils to make the magicians change their views.
"Because of life, it is an indispensable part (parts) when flying over the earth, including them."
When Flat said this, his eyes were neither the eyes of the magician nor the eyes of an ordinary human.
It was a kind of "full empty hole", as if something disappeared from his eyes, or he saw through all things in the world.
