The young man decided to meet the new monarch.
But he pessimistically believed that "this new teacher will definitely drive me away."
- I might be sick. I've obviously been trying hard to become a decent magician, why can't I do it? Will I be hated by the teacher again... When will this teacher hate me?
The young man was thinking about sad things in his mind, but he was trying hard to put on a smile on his face. He even worked magic on his facial muscles in a desperate attempt to perfect his smile. Although he has never learned anything, he has known how to smile since he was a child.
In order to become like a magician, the boy tried his best to maintain a fake smile. Once, and again, and again. In order to show the same smile, he never stopped performing muscle-fixing magic.
Just when the boy suspected that he would do this again for the rest of his life and was about to give up the struggle - that man appeared.
"Are you Flat Escaldes? You don't need Ana and Od, and you can control many magics without any knowledge."
As soon as Flatt entered the classroom, he saw a young man. He frowned and scowled. He is quite tall and has long hair. But what attracted Flatt's attention most was that among the lecturers he had ever seen, this man had the lowest inner magic power.
Frater looked at the other party in disbelief, and saw a small black shadow suddenly protruding from behind him. It was a boy about the same age as Flatt. He roared like a beast while glaring at Flatt with sharp eyes.
"Teacher! Teacher! This guy has a very strong smell of mess! Can I break him?"
"Sfin, be honest. At least now he is my official guest."
The male magician called "Teacher" turned to Flatt again, with a face that had neither a friendly smile nor any other expression, and said, "What's that expression of yours? Are you testing me or looking down on me?" If this is your way of life, then I advise you to change it quickly."
"Huh?"
"I mean, a kid shouldn't use magic to fake a smile." Flatt was surprised. He had perfectly blocked the aura of magic and was sure that others would not be able to tell that his smile was made of magic.
——Could it be that this person, like me, can see that thing?
Flatt instantly raised his expectations, but soon discovered that this was not the case.
"What's wrong? Do you have something to ask me?"
"...Yes. How did you know?"
"Everyone will know it after seeing it. When you smile, the zygomaticus minor, apple muscles and levator anguli oris muscles do not operate according to their original functions. This proves that you used magic to forcibly fix your expression. It seems that you only care about the results. , I want to project it (Trace), but ignore the observation process. It is indeed a childish idea to manipulate magic without any knowledge. I admit that you have talent, but you'd better get rid of this habit."
The male magician simply gave an answer that was completely different from what the boy expected. But after hearing this explanation, the young man did not feel disappointed.
Flat felt that the tall magician in front of him saw a world that was not only different from his, but also different from that of his parents and other magicians.
Although he only had a little premonition at this time, Flatt still removed the magic on his face and bowed to the male magician with a long-lost real smile: "My name is Flatt! Please allow me to study in the teacher's classroom from now on. !」
"I refuse... Even though I really want to say this, since you have Lord Belphebon's recommendation, there is nothing you can do."
The male magician sighed, stared at Flatt and continued, "Okay, class is about to start. Please find a corner and sit down, and get used to the atmosphere here first."
Hearing this, the young man standing next to the male magician, Sven, looked back and forth at the male magician and Flat, and shouted, "Eh? Does this guy really want to be my junior brother? But on him This unpleasant smell will definitely cause trouble for the teacher! It’s better to bite him to death before he bites you!"
"Wow, bite people and listen
It looks like Lou Xian (dog)...but I feel very handsome!" "Look! What he said is inexplicable, but he doesn't smell it! It smells like rotten to the core! It's too dangerous! Being raped in the classroom Let’s destroy him before destroying him!”
Seeing Sven sniffing and roaring like a wild animal, Flatt felt very happy.
In the classroom he had been in before, the magicians who saw the truth would only look at it from a distance as if it were some strange object. Sven was different. Although he had a beast-like hostility, he showed his attitude straightforwardly. This is new to Flatt.
Flat's eyes lit up excitedly, looking at the young man who looked like a wolf, a tiger or a lion, and began to murmur: "Is it Lobo (rabbit)... or Bet (donkey)... No, it’s still Lucian (dog) after all..."
"Wait a minute! These things you are talking about are not my options for titles, right?"
Seeing that Sven was about to jump up, the male magician pressed his head, sighed and scolded: "Be quiet, do you both want to be kicked out by me?"
At this moment, the magician students filed into the classroom. It seems that there are many new students besides Flat. Some people lit up their eyes and said, "That's the monarch!", and some people tilted their heads and said, "That's the monarch?" They all observed the male magician.
Flatt obediently found a corner and sat down alone, while the beast-like boy occupied the center position in the front row. After everyone was seated, the male magician announced his name to everyone in the classroom: "I am Weber Velvet, a third-level lecturer in the Modern Magic Department... However, this name was no longer used not long ago. "
After speaking, the man revealed his new name. This name will not only be engraved in the history of the Clock Tower, but will also change the fate of countless magicians, including Flatt.
"I am now borrowing the name of the second...Lord El-Melloi II."
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About ten years have passed since the initial encounter, and Flatt's fate has indeed undergone a thrilling change - from being forced to stay in seclusion by the world, to participating in the Holy Grail War held in the United States.
El-Melloi II also had to suffer from stomach pains all day, but that's another story.
"Then let's go, Mr. Berserker."
"Well, let's go."
Flatt was now handcuffed by Bennett, who had turned into a police officer, and arrived in front of the police station on Central Avenue in Snowfield.
No matter what, Flatt was not stupid enough to come here exactly as he was. He not only changed his clothes to regulate the flow of magic power in his body, but also used measures such as setting up barriers to prevent others from discovering that he was a magician.
Fratella lowered the brim of his hat, put on sunglasses and a leather jacket that didn't suit him, and said: "Wow - let me go, let me go, I am innocent - I did not kill my wife! The real murderer is The man with the prosthetic hand!"
"You don't need to speak."
"Yes...really?"
Flatt shouted dully like he was reading a text. When he heard Bennett say this, he immediately closed his mouth in frustration and followed Bennett dejectedly.
As he approached the entrance, he stopped and looked above his head expressionlessly.
"……What's wrong?"
"There are several layers of barriers here. They were probably destroyed once recently? It feels like they were re-paved in a hurry."
"Really...how many seconds will it take?"
"Five seconds. Once it's done, your identity shouldn't be noticeable for a while."
Flatt answered simply, and then slowly squatted down.
At this moment, a policeman happened to come out of the entrance and asked Bennett, "What happened?"
"Ah, this guy got drunk and made trouble in broad daylight, so I brought him back. But he said he was disgusting, so I let him take a rest first."
"Really, thank you for your hard work... Don't let him vomit there, yesterday's terrorist attack has not been fully investigated yet."
"Yeah, no problem."
While they were talking - Flatt silently recited the incantation
.
"Start intervention (GaeSelect)."
He put his hands on the ground in a squatting position and input the new spell into the barrier.
This means that he launched a large-scale invasion of the barrier like a hacker.
Frater soaked magic into the complex gaps in the barrier, pretending to be the barrier creator to deceive the perception function while performing "repair operations."
It only took four seconds to complete the technique and let it sneak into the barrier. XiuShu.com
This technique is similar to an automatic program, which can continuously change the meaning of the barrier to meet Flat's requirements.
"Observation completed (GaeOver)." Flat murmured with a smile and slowly stood up.
"Mr. Police, thank you. I feel much better now."
"Really? Then let's go."
Seeing Flatt's cheerful expression, the policeman was surprised, "He doesn't look like he was drunk..." but maybe he was on a mission and finally left the two of them.
So Flatt and Bennett stepped into the police station.
It can be said that among the participants in this Holy Grail War, Flatt is the one with the weakest determination.
Even so, he still took this step.
With a determination that is pure because it is so weak that it becomes transparent——
Go face to face with the people behind this case.
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Twenty meters underground in Crystal Hill.
Snowfield is a city without a subway.
But there is a huge underground space fifty meters underground in the center of the city, which is an area managed by the magicians and state agencies who established the city.
There is also a small-scale management area between the ground and the space, twenty meters underground, part of which is divided into the "workshop" of the warlock Alexandre Dumas.
"I said, there are casinos, entertainment cities, and high-end hotels right above, but I can't play freely. Is it ridiculous? The so-called life is worse than death, just like me. Why on earth do I want to be a heroic spirit? Come here?"
Dumas sighed and looked at the five young people in front of him.
"Listen, if you make money, you must enjoy it. Money is the same as food. When you think it is wasted, it will rot one by one."
Dumas complained, but his hands never stopped moving.
"I told my brother...even your boss just now that I made a lot of money in the past, and then built a dream-like house. The second floor is filled with busts of geniuses, including that guy Hugo, There are also those of Goethe, Homer, Shakespeare, etc. Of course, the one placed in the most conspicuous place is my bust. I spent a lot of money to have it made by a first-class sculptor. Isn’t it amazing?”
"Yeah...yes, in every sense of the word...very powerful."
Hearing the hesitant reply from behind, Dumas didn't even look back and continued to write something in French on something like a long roll of paper.
"When Balzac saw my home, he said, 'Anyone who comes to see it will feel it's absolutely crazy. However, being so crazy makes people feel comfortable. I don't know if he was complimenting me. Still scolding me...yeah, maybe...'That guy also came to my door, but he went back because he couldn't bear it..."
"……That rascal?"
"Ah, did I say it? It's not a big deal, just forget it."
Alexandre Dumas chuckled and dipped his pen in ink. Having said this, he finally turned his attention to the person behind him.
"You are the only five here... Brothers are really cautious, don't you think so?"
He asked with a shrug and started fighting with the paper again. At this time, the people gathered here—that is, a young man among the "Twenty-Eight Monsters" said: "I'm sorry, most people have gone to deal with the turmoil in the industrial park..."
Big man who apologizes
He is probably over twenty-five years old, but he looks younger than his actual age. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a recent graduate who became a police officer.
This young man is the policeman who lost his right hand in a battle with vampires a few days ago. He is currently wearing a special plaster and bandage.
"It doesn't matter, as long as you're here. Does that brother allow you to fight?"
"not yet……"
The young man remembered the instructions he received from Orlando - "Don't go to the front line until you prove that you won't drag everyone down." He clenched his left hand into a fist in frustration.
While Alexandre Dumas was "writing", he asked again: "Speaking of which, what is the reason for your fighting?"
"Huh……"
"The participants in this war are all magicians. We don't know when people will die. It's rare to have a chance to quit midway. Why do you have to go back to the front line? What good does this do to you?"
Hearing this, the young man who lost his right hand thought for a moment and replied decisively: "Mr. Warlock is right... people will die at some point."
"oh?"
"I...no, none of us gathered together by the director consider ourselves magicians."
"Then what are you doing?"
The young man replied to Alexandre Dumas who was writing and asking questions: "We are police. Our job is to try our best to save as many people as possible without knowing when they will die."
Hearing these words spoken with pure emotion, Alexandre Dumas laughed happily and asked again: "You really know how to speak beautiful words. Can beautiful words be used as food?"
"You can build a mansion, and I think food should be no problem."
"Haha! You are quite good at talking. Do you want to say that my words are beautiful words?" Seeing Alexandre Dumas stand up suddenly, the five policemen broke out in cold sweat involuntarily. As a writer, Alexandre Dumas is often regarded as a gentle man. But in fact, he had a strong ability to take action. It is said that when he was approaching his later years, he even went hunting himself in order to write a cooking book.
The sense of oppression emanating from his whole body is enough to make people think of Alexandre Dumas's origins. Alexandre Dumas's father was a soldier under Napoleon, and Alexandre Dumas himself inherited a strong figure. Although Orlando said, "If we fight with him, I'm afraid even I can beat him." However, the police believe that if there is a fight with bare hands, it is really hard to say who will win and who will lose.
With a sense of oppression, Alexandre Dumas grabbed the young man's arm that had lost his right hand——
"You're right." He shrugged and embedded something in the young man's right wrist. "I also like other things besides beautiful words. But the kind of protagonist who can say beautiful words and follow them through to the end. , it was very popular both in newspapers and in plays.”
Soon after, along with a crisp sound, the young man found that he felt slight pressure and moderate weight on the wrist of his right hand.
"This is……"
He has a perfectly sized prosthesis on his right arm.
"There are special mechanisms here. I'll explain them to you later."
"No, but...I haven't heard from the director yet..."
The young man stared at the prosthetic limb helplessly.
Alexandre Dumas took up the pen again and said: "John Wingard, twenty-eight years old, born in New York, blood type AB, the second son of a magician family, did not inherit the magic seal."
"What..." Hearing his name and personal information being reported suddenly, the young man looked at Alexandre Dumas in surprise.
Alexandre Dumas continued with a bad smile: "I'm sorry, I have investigated all of you. John, your mother died when you were very young, so you decided to become a policeman, right? For this This kind of tragedy will not happen again to others."
"Where...my idea is not that great, I just want revenge..."
"Ah, you don't need to confirm what I said. It doesn't matter if you take revenge. I will polish it into beautiful words."
Alexandre Dumas grinned, dipped his pen in ink again, and began to write a new "story."
"When I was serializing "The Count of Monte Cristo" in the newspaper
, from the street vendors to the ministers of the country, they are all concerned about the ending of the Avengers. When the time comes, you will also become the focus of attention from people around you. After all... you are using a prosthetic leg made by me (legend). If the performance is not exciting enough, how can it be justified?
John, remember to tell the director (brother)...'You are the one dragging others down! "
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Office of the Police Commissioner.
"strangeness……"
Orlando looked at the report from the industrial park this morning and felt puzzled.
What methods did Francesca and her followers adopt to solve the tragedy that might spread to the streets; Bazdilot and Harley disappeared in different places, escaping from the police surveillance network; The same goes for Einzbern's android, and it's still unclear why she goes with Harley.
But for Orlando now, these are not the focus.
The members of Twenty-Eight Monsters originally wanted to set up a large-scale human-repelling barrier and provide manual evacuation guidance to allow the onlookers to leave the industrial park smoothly. But before they could do anything, the people had already started a large-scale evacuation operation. According to the report, more than 100,000 people from around the industrial park flocked to the central and residential areas of the city, looking like some kind of demonstration.
And in this kind of chaotic situation, people with evil intentions are usually indispensable to stir up trouble and cause destruction, but this time nothing happened. Other than "evacuating", no one took any unnecessary action.
"Did Francesca do something...but...for that old thing, the panic among the people would only make her happier..."
Francesca tidied up the situation to prevent the neighborhood from being abandoned. But normally, she is not the kind of person who cleans up the situation, but rather someone who stirs up trouble and completely makes the situation get out of control.
It seems that the evacuated people are still wandering around the central area and residential areas... There are no signs of using area magic... Then let's investigate whether people are under the influence of hypnosis or something...
Just as Orlando was thinking of this, there was a sudden knock on the door.
"Come in."
The familiar face of his subordinate appeared outside the door. This female subordinate is Orlando's assistant and is responsible for secretary work.
"Director, I have an emergency to report to you."
"What's wrong?"
"Frat Eskaldes has come to the lobby."
"……What?"
After hearing what she said, Orlando looked at the special monitoring screen in the director's office that was different from the usual monitoring system.
I saw that the boy in the report did appear in the field of vision seen through the familiar. I don’t know why he was wearing handcuffs on his hands, and he looked timid and looking around, making him look like a very suspicious person. Orlando looked at the policeman beside Flatt and couldn't help but narrowed his eyes. Those were not members of the Twenty-Eight Monsters, but ordinary police officers who were not on duty today.
"I remember when he was summoning heroic spirits in the park, there were reports of seeing people suspected of heroic spirits dressed as police officers."
"Yes, I think it's very possible that he brought the heroic spirit into the police station. But the barrier didn't respond in particular. I'm afraid he completely blocked the magic power."
"Well...there's another thing I'm very concerned about."
"What is it?"
After the female police officer who looked like a secretary asked expressionlessly, she saw Orlando's figure flashing——
The next moment, the blade of the Japanese sword was pressed against her neck.
"Who are you?"
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Alexandre Dumas' workshop.
A policeman asked: "May I ask why Mr. Alexandre Dumas can produce Noble Phantasms?"
Probably because it was their first face-to-face conversation with a "heroic spirit" from the same camp, the five policemen all had nervous looks on their faces.
The opponent is the great writer Alexandre Dumas.
There are people in the police force who have watched "The Three Musketeers" as a child. There are countless people who have kept his works in mind through movies, TV series or puppet shows.
Upon hearing such a basic question from a "fan", Alexandre Dumas shrugged and replied calmly: "Things like heroic spirits are actually very flexible, and their achievements during their lifetime will be combined with various legends to be further exaggerated. . As for me, I was not a magician during my lifetime, but I had other ways to make money besides writing, and I did a lot of things with the money I earned."
Alexandre Dumas smiled like a child who had succeeded in playing a prank, and talked happily about his past: "I have a friend named Garibaldi. When he proposed to unify Italy, I used my ship Ema to give it to him. He provided an unknown number of weapons and published newspapers to provide him with support. In contrast, he made me the general director of the museum and participated in the excavation and investigation of relics and relics from the past. Oh my, I really saw and touched a lot of interesting things at that time. stuff."
"Relics of the past..."
"So this matter was combined with anecdotes such as the warlock's creation of props, the construction of positions, and my lawsuit, and it became a technology. It is not magic, but the past of tampering with the Noble Phantasm...tampering story and redesigned technology. Maybe it was influenced by the ruins or relics I touched at that time. After all, all kinds of incredible things were unearthed in Pompeii."
He doesn't seem to know why he has this ability, but as long as he has the knowledge given to heroic spirits in the world, he can use this ability perfectly.
Alexandre Dumas laughed twice as if he was nostalgic for the past, and returned to his writing work.
"Although there were a lot of troubles in that era, I finally avenged my father in a roundabout way."
Alexandre Dumas's father, Thomas, was a great general who went down in history. When he was captured in Naples, he was injured by arsenic dropped by the enemy, causing his life span to be greatly shortened. With the support of Alexandre Dumas, the son of General Thomas, the invasion of Naples accelerated. The citizens on their side showed their respect by decapitating the statue of the king who had captured his father in front of Alexandre Dumas.
Although he did not take action directly, formally speaking, Alexandre Dumas still avenged his father's murder. However, the police were more interested in Alexandre Dumas's father than his revenge against the King of Naples.
"Your father was the one who served under Napoleon..."
"Don't mention it, my dad is indeed a subordinate of Napoleon, but he and His Majesty the Emperor had some disputes over policies. My grandfather was a marquis somewhere, and my grandmother was a black slave. They gave birth to my father. . As a result, my father was kicked out because he had black blood, and he gradually weakened and died in frustration. However, the army refused to even pay pensions, so my mother and I have been living in poverty."
"Then you hate Napoleon?" the policeman asked enthusiastically.
Alexandre Dumas did not evade, but replied with some pride: "This is another interesting point. After my father died, I only met Napoleon twice... I will find time to tell you about it later."
Perhaps because he thought it was a long story, Alexandre Dumas ended the topic for the time being.
But at this point, he remembered another memory and continued to talk happily: "When my father died, I was still an idiot. I ran to the second floor with a shotgun, shouting 'I I want to kill the god who killed my dad! Isn’t it stupid? Because heaven is above, I thought if I shoot from the second floor, maybe the bullet will hit. I was so stupid when I was a child."
"No...children are all like this."
"The same goes for my mother. She slapped me and said, 'Our family no longer needs heroes who challenge God! Because the so-called heroes are people who are messed up by history and leave their families to die in the end. But , the reason why she beat me up was actually because I blasphemed God, it’s ridiculous, right?”
Dumas smiled and shrugged, but the policemen looked at each other, wondering whether to laugh too.
"What's wrong?"
"Ah, it's nothing... we don't know whether we should laugh or not..."
"What, are you worried about me? Don't think so much, just laugh.
Bar. However, most people may find this kind of thing difficult to talk about, and it is indeed inappropriate to talk about the past endlessly. However, if a person like me, who has no nutrition in the past, can help others pass some time, then I can say as much as I want. If you can give me some speaking fees, I can make it more interesting. "
Alexandre Dumas laughed loudly and then asked the police: "Is there nothing else? There are not many opportunities to talk to a great writer like me. If you have anything to ask, please take advantage of it now."
Only then did the police realize that Alexandre Dumas might be a talker, so they thought about how to properly induce him to tell some stories worth showing off in order to please him——
The policeman who kept moving his right hand back and forth, trying to get used to the prosthesis - John asked with a serious look: "Will we... win?"
"I am a writer, not a strategist or a prophet."
"The Noble Phantasm you created is really powerful, but as users, we are only human beings after all. Just like fake heroic spirits (knockoffs) that only have Noble Phantasms... Can we really defeat those monsters?"
Hearing this, Alexandre Dumas was silent for a moment. He moved his neck before he started talking: "I want to... tell another story about my past.
At first I wasn't interested in drama and either. My mother made me watch some boring classical tragedies all day long, which made me very disgusted. But...one day I watched a tragedy called "Hamlet". It was different from other plays. I was immediately attracted by it, so I couldn't help but force people to give me the script. I read the script over and over again, to the point where I knew it by heart. From then on, I became interested in theatre. That was the beginning of my path. "
"'Hamlet' is William Shakespeare's masterpiece, and it does have such charm."
Seeing the police officers nodding, Alexandre Dumas grinned.
Then, he once again showed a look as if the prank had succeeded, and continued: "But, that "Hamlet" was actually translated by a man named Dixi... No, it should be regarded as an adaptation. In short, he changed the original work beyond recognition. , and then re-wrote it with my own interpretation. Later, I also read the script that was actually written by Shakespeare, and I was shocked. Compared with the original work, the one I watched was simply too much, both for fans of the original work and for Shakespeare. It makes me furious, it’s like a copycat Hamlet.”
Alexandre Dumas laughed for a long time, then suddenly stopped laughing and looked at the police with a grin: "But, it was that copycat movie that changed my life. No one can deny this. However, it may also be Because the original work that serves as the basis is so well written. Regardless of whether it is a fake or something else, to me, that work is full of the true passion of the writer Dixi, and that’s what I want to say.”
Then, Alexandre Dumas handed the repaired and improved weapons to the police, with an expression of appreciation for comedy on his face, but his tone was as confident as a director controlling the stage.
"Don't worry. You may not know yet, brother... your boss's enthusiasm is real. As long as you keep believing in him, no matter how many genuine legends there are, you have the ability to overthrow them."
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Office of the Police Commissioner.
The silver blade flashed, and time seemed to have stopped. The person who broke the long silence was the policewoman who was held at bay by a knife.
"Director, what's wrong with you? I am Vera Levitt, one of the twenty-eight monsters you summoned, and also your loyal subordinate. Can I regard your behavior as authority harassment?"
Orlando narrowed his eyes and stared at the expressionless woman.
"It's amazing, these words really sound like what a real Vera would say."
"Because I am real."
"No, it's true that she is on her way to the control room now."
Although he didn't say the reason, Orlando knew it very well.
The members of "Twenty-eight Monsters", including himself, have an electronic chip embedded in their shoulders. Orlando can sense the distance between the chips by amplifying it through magic in his body, just like a radar screen displayed in front of his eyes.
if
His feeling was correct. The person who was heading to the control room on the third floor was Vera. There was no reaction from other members in the director's room.
The person pretending to be Vera seemed to be wondering whether Orlando was defrauding her - but the next moment, she shook her head and sighed: "I read it, IC chip... I can't copy such a complicated thing right away. . We should spend more time, Master."
Master——Hearing this word, Orlando's body suddenly became tense.
At this time, a voice sounded from the director's room, as relaxed as if he wanted to relieve Orlando's tension.
"Ah - IC chip? Could it be that it's an electronic device or something buried in the body? It's amazing. I really can't find it this way. It's such a failure."
While Orlando remained wary of people pretending to be subordinates, he turned his attention to the sigh coming from the corner of the room.
Then he saw Flat Eskardes who looked disappointed.
"So...the Flatt shown on the monitor is a fake video fabricated by magic?" Orlando thought, suddenly understood the current situation, and decided to act immediately. He wanted to instigate the monsters hidden in the room's barrier to seize the hostages and block the movements of the servants.
"Since you used such a sneaky trick to get in, it means that the fighting ability of the heroic spirit itself is not high. I wonder if I can get through this before my subordinates come back."
As long as the defense system in the barrier is activated, twenty-eight monsters can be notified.
Orlando immediately pulled out his pistol with his free hand and fired a bullet into the ground.
Accompanied by the almost silent sound of gunfire, the special warhead hitting the ground activated the indoor barrier - three magical beasts appeared around Frater Eskaldes.
"Start interfering (PlayBall)."
After Frat read a sentence, the monsters lowered their heads to him and even waggled their tails.
"What……"
Not only that, all other defensive magic also failed, and the emergency notification system for contacting the twenty-eight monsters was also shut down.
It's unbelievable... His methods are different from those of the stalkers and vampires two days ago. Can he rewrite the magic that has already unfolded in real time and take all my systems as his own? The nickname given to Flat Eskardes, the taboo son of God, is definitely not an exaggeration.
Just when Orlando had this thought - "The end of the situation (GaeSet)." Flat murmured again, and then closed his open hands. The monsters returned to their original activation location and transformed back into spirit bodies, and the room returned to the state before the defensive barrier was activated.
I still have a chance to fight back. The moment the monster appears, the twenty-eight monsters in the department will sense its aura and should have arrived by now. Including the real Vera, there were five people in total. If everyone goes together, even if the opponent is a genius or a servant, they can still have the upper hand.
The problem is that this servant must be controlled first...
Orlando's eyes widened again. I saw another person who looked exactly like Vera standing next to the fake Vera who was held up by him with a knife.
"Please remove your attack stance, Director Orlando Reavie."
The person who seemed to be a follower of Flatt said calmly in Vera's tone.
As she said this, two more identical figures appeared in the room and pointed to the screen on the table.
Orlando immediately distanced himself from them and glanced at the screen while jumping back. The picture reflected on it shocked him.
All the cameras reflected the figures of Orlando Revie and Vera, who were explaining something to the members of Twenty-Eight Monsters in different positions.
The images on the surveillance...were not tampered with into video.
The scene before him clearly shows the ability of the servant in front of him.
This guy can transform into anyone he wants, even in different areas at the same time. It's almost like a clone of the concept.
And now...they have turned into me and Vera? Are these...all of them?
like seeing through
As if there was a question in his mind, the heroic spirit pretending to be Vera said: "At this moment, 40% of the people in this police station are 'me.'"
Orlando looked at each other and Flat, and quietly put away the knife.
"It seems that the initiative is in your hands."
"Ah, you understand?"
"Well, if you want to kill me, you can use easier assassination methods. But your purpose is to let me see part of your power, thereby increasing the bargaining chips. It is simply a mafia act."
"No... Because the barrier is all connected to you, Director, I wanted him to become your subordinate to find out the situation... But I didn't expect that you would see through it and it would turn into a situation like this, which looks like a war. . I’m sorry for frightening you.”
Seeing Frat bowing his head in salute, Orlando couldn't help frowning and murmuring in his heart: I'd heard that he didn't look like a magician, but why did a young man as laid-back as him want to participate in the Holy Grail War? Or, Is this temperament also his disguise?
"What do you want from me?"
"Well, I was actually thinking that if someone in the police is a master, it would be better to meet him beforehand."
"Wait a minute...why do you think someone in the police station is the Master?"
"Because several of the police officers on the street are magicians, and there is a magic surveillance system organized around the police station. Also, I thought maybe the swordsman who gave a speech on TV is here too..."
"Fortunately, I also made several disguises just in case."
Although Orlando looked ugly when the surveillance system was discovered, he was not surprised because he had just seen the other party's abnormal technology.
"Another surveillance system is connected to the correctional center in the city - is that a correctional center or a prison? But because it's closer..." Flatt continued nonchalantly.
Flatt was talking about Faldius's surveillance of the Internet cafe, wasn't it even possible for what he did? Thinking of this, Orlando felt a little better, so he asked again: "You come to me to form an alliance, it means that you want to The target? Who is it?" xь.
"Huh? Ah, I'm sorry, it shouldn't be considered...an alliance."
"ah?"
"We...are here to call the police!"
Before he was a magician, Orlando was a police commissioner. In his life, he didn't know how many times he had heard the word "alarm". But now he frowned, showing his expression as if he heard for the first time.
Frant continued to Orando: "Actually, there is a person who is being hospitalized, as if the master of the Holy Grail War."
"……What?"
"From this morning, the person in the hospital was connected with many people in the city through the weak magic. So ... if the police have people who know more about magic, I think it is better to notify it first."
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Snowfield Central Hospital.
The attending doctor who fuck Qiu Chun heard that he had a phone call to her and came to the office.
"Ah, Dr. Laivet, your sister calls you."
"Thank you. It's rare ... she will call me the initiative."
The doctor took the handset from the female nurse and said to the sister who had just contacted yesterday, "Hey, Villa? I'm sorry, I'm at work, I can't use my mobile phone."
"It doesn't matter, sister. It seems that the city is still quite chaotic today. I am worried whether the hospital will be affected."
"Ah, the industrial park is on fire, right? The hospital is okay, but there are still many people who take the 'family who refuse to leave the city to see the psychiatric department ... what's going on ..."
"By the way, how is the physical condition of Qiu Qiuchun?"
"Ah, do you say Xiaochun? She is very good in the past few days, and she may wake up at any time. What changes to say, that is, she has strange moles in her hand."
"Moh ... right?"
"I thought it was at the beginning
Some people have a prank, but the mole cannot be wiped off, and it is not the same as the tattoo ... but after the mole has grown, her physical condition has improved. Ah, don't make mistakes, I didn't say that she was better because of that mole -like thing. How can she be so mysterious? "
After that, the female doctor, Arolia Laiste, chatted with her sister a few words before hanging up the phone. The female nurse on the side asked: "I remember your sister was at a young age, right?"
"Yeah, maybe because she lived with her mother since she was a child, her way of talking like her mother. Perhaps her character is suitable for being a police officer."
After Ali Lia left the office, while walking towards Chun's ward, he said to herself: "Then, she hasn't cared about Xiaochun for a long time ..."
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Office of the Police Commissioner.
"Zhen" Vera hung up the phone and looked at Orlando expressionlessly.
"It was confirmed that, as Eskalds said, there was a mantra on Qiu Chun's body."
"I just told you that the person with moles on her arm is your relative."
"It's sister. She has no magic talents, so she doesn't know the magic world from a young age."
Listening to Vera's answer faintly, Flat said with a smile: "Both your sisters do the work of saving people, it's really good."
"Thank you. Sister is different from me. She is a purely hard -working person."
I felt that Flat's tone was not like ridiculous but really respect, and Villa thanked him in a cold tone. It can be heard from her words that her sister's recognition seems even more happy.
Orando coughed twice and interrupted the topic of the two: "That is, Qiu Qiuchun summoned the followers in a coma ... did this mean?"
"Yes. In some cases, Yingling should also act alone."
"Why isn't it the Qiu couple that summons the spirit, but the daughter? Does it matter if they still do not come out at home at home?"
The more you want to clarify the situation, the more new questions are rushing up.
Even if you want to use the power of the police, it is useless to take action to the hospital. I don't know that the identity of the other party is tantamount to self -voting.
"Can you fly that ward with a large -scale magic?"
Flat's proposal made Orlando's eyebrows tighter.
"If necessary, I can only do this ... but I have used the standpoint of justice as a shackle to form an alliance with the 28th monsters. I promise them to extend justice. At least the current situation is not enough to let me sacrifice that sacrifice that. Famous girls come to maintain justice ... Unless the situation develops into a point where there is no choice, I still hope that this option is not within an option. "
When he heard Orando's displeased words, Vlat was relieved.
"Really? I'm relieved to listen to you!"
"What's the meaning?"
"That is to say, if you want to kill her from the beginning, then I can't join forces with you. Maybe ... everyone's mouth" magician who has a magician, most of them will decide to kill her without hesitation. Bar."
"... Are you trying to test me?"
After a sigh of sigh of sigh, he looked at Vlat and fell into thought: Maybe, it really doesn't look like a magician ... whether it is this boy or me. The magician who puts reasonablely in the first place generally chooses to get rid of the "coma girl" without mercy.
"But ... I will eventually choose most ordinary people's approach. I can first tell you that if the victims are further expanded, I will point the muzzle to that girl."
"Hmm! However, since Mr. Director told me so frankly, I can also introduce him to you with confidence!"
"introduce?"
Flat looked at the surprised Orlando with a smile, and took a machine from his arms and threw it to him.
It was a mobile phone, in a state of call.
"I have applied twenty -seven layers of encryption, and I do it on the opposite side
The same treatment, whether it is magic or scientific, should not be eavesdropped by others. please. "
Under the urging of Vlat, Orlando put his phone in his ears.
It was probably noticed that someone was listening, and the man on the phone began to say: "You are the Sheriff Ondo Rivie, who managed the Snover City Police."
Although this voice is young, it is full of majesty.
"Yes. Who are you?"
When Orando said this, he guessed that the man on the opposite side was a collaborator of Vlat. But another speculation suddenly appeared in his mind, letting him stop. ——The him ...
As if to tell Orlando, whether his hunch was correct, the man on the phone on the phone reported his name.
The purpose is to inform one of the envoys behind Snover.
Soon after, this name will not only be engraved in the history of the Holy Grail War, but also change the fate of countless magicians such as Vlat and Orlando.
"I am the Modern Magic Lecturer of the Clock Tower, usually borrowed the second of the second generation ... the name of the monarch Elmero II."
"ah!"
Orlando stared at his eyes in surprise.
The man who claims to be one of the highest power of the clock tower continues on the other side of the phone: "But since you want to talk to you, let me tell you another name.
"My name is Weber Wilvit ... is just a three -current magician who has participated in the Winter Woods Holy Grail War."
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Swamp Bungalow.
At noon, Fardius's troops did not return to the house.
After confirming what Sigma said through the shadow of the Watcher, he opened the manual to organize the intelligence.
The swordsman said that "monitoring our soldiers who have been hungry for too hard stomachs", they took the food made of ingredients in the house to send warmth to sniper, scouts and monitor who stayed here.
Listening to the shadow, seeing the swordsman who suddenly appeared around him, the sniper and the monitor were panicked and almost attacked him, but now it seems to be successfully resolved.
Aya stayed in the house during this period, but she could not defend. The shadow told Siegma that the magician brought by the swordsman protects her.
"The treasure of calling a companion ... It is unpredictable that Yingling can do this kind of thing."
Sigma never thought that the hero who concluded a contract with him was the most special one, and continued to sort out intelligence.
The sneakers are patrolling near the house. She refused to use the vampire magic of his imperial master, and now it seems to be the magician summoned by the swordsman's treasure to provide her with magic. Relatively, she agreed to the request of temporary truce. Siegma felt a little sympathy for the situation where the sneakers gave their lives to others.
The shadow speculates that the sneakers have been alerting Fardius's troops. Once the residual scouts and others launch an attack, she will immediately remove it.
Sigma said with emotion: The watchman is not a panacea. Their abilities cannot completely see through the hearts of others, but they only speculate on the personality of others through previous actions.
The sneakers used the treasure at that time. Because she had used her hair at the police station to attack, the captain could remind Siegma. If it is the first time you have seen, the captain should not give advice.
"It seems that I am lucky to save me."
Siegma was thinking, while recording on the manual. He wrote only the secret code he understood, in case he was seen by swordsmen or sneaks.
"From the perspective of others ... you are manipulating by the evil spirit in the writing inexplicable text."
Instead of the Captain Captain, Sigma asked: "I want to confirm the gap between the combat power of each camp in advance. Except for the Fardius troops, how many people do they organize the Holy Grail War in the Unit?"
"If you only look at the number of people, that is, the Director of the Police Department and the Dazhong Ma combination. After all, they can still mobilize ordinary police operations. But to say that there are few people and dangerous people, that is, the guy in the human body, Harry Bolza Ke Zheng took her everywhere. "
"... in the body
What is it? "
"The problem is here. Her true identity has not been exposed, and the watcher cannot be fully grasped. No, if she is strong to a certain extent, the watcher's guy should be able to speculate through the breath ..."
The Captain Captain disappeared before the words, and the teenager who replaced the snake rod continued: "She completely blocked her breath, but she was still able to use their strength. It was really amazing. With the most advanced breath and perception ability, I did not notice that guy and Harry's hero. "
"……I see."
"In addition, there are many camps that are worthy of vigilance, but some teams are taking action silently. We cannot fully grasp the purpose of the other party. Before they act, no one knows what they will do. "
"From this point of view, a small number of camps can't be careless."
Sigma thought that the opponent was really not a fuel -saving lamp. He couldn't help but play twelve points of spirit.
"What about the local clan led by Tenie Chelk?"
"At present, there are 56 members of the executive forces on the streets. They should still have many people in the base area of the canyon, but the tribe is outside the observation of the watch. There are forty -six people. "
"Isn't there fifty -six people?"
The number of people was not right to make Siegma surprised, and the snake ritual teenager explained lightly: "Seven people are the internal women of other organizations. Bar."
"... Isn't it? It's not easy."
"No matter where the organization is, there will be internal women. Fardius's troops also have three internal women colluded with the Skradio family, and the magician like Francisca In other camps, she can also use a hint to easily let the people from other camps fall to her. "
"It's much like what Franciska will do."
Sigma explained the original employer with irony, and then asked the Watcher: "What can you predict the camp in the future?"
"Flat Eskaldes and the Director of the Police Department temporarily joined for the time being. At 10 pm, the Director would convene a 28 monster to convey the combat policy and launch it at the Central Hospital."
"Hospital?"
"There is a unconscious royal master in hospital. Although Yingling has not revealed the true face, it seems that the action has begun to be attached to the citizens to manipulate their actions. Now the scale has developed to tens of thousands of people, and the director of the police station cannot let it matter regardless of whether Bar."
Siegma asked the situation in detail, and learned from the shadow that Flat intends to join forces with the police to isolate and investigate the girl. Due to the infection of the improved bacteria that the girl's Qiu family has improved, it is necessary to act carefully.
"Strangely, the reasons are unknown to lying on the bed of the girl. But he said something to himself, and seemed to want to use the girl to let the sneak lady fall."
The shadow became a teenager with a mechanical wings, stating information about the vampire of Gusta Caltrey.
Siegma said silently in his heart, "The personality of the sneakers is quite bad", and then think about how to act in the future.
"Wait honestly or directly involved? Or revealed some information to Fardius and let them act ..."
Sigma takes into account various possibilities. At this moment, the shadow spit out his head more chaotic.
"Hmm ... tell you something I was not sure. After 10 o'clock in the evening, Alkhaus may go to the hospital."
"Bazdlort's archer? Why?" Why? "
"I'm afraid it is because he will know the affairs of the hospitalized girl."
Seeing that Sigma showed a blank expression, it turned into the shadow of the captain and added: "It's simple. Boy, I didn't say it just now, will the Director get the combat plan to the 28th monster at 10 o'clock?"
"Is it ..."
"It is the so -called blame
Police. Presumably, the Director of the Police Department did not expect it, but there was a pawn of the Skraidio family in the subordinates. "
