Infinite Throne

   Chapter 707 Prototype Noble Phantasm (4600 words)

after an hour.

   Three in the morning.

  Irin sat on the top of the clock tower, yawning, overlooking the city.

"City".

   Exactly.

   Compared with "academy" and "association", Yi Rin felt that it was more appropriate to use "city" to refer to the building built with the clock tower as the core.

  Magicians Association, surrounded by mountains.

  The rolling hills provide a natural barrier for this mysterious place.

When    came, Irin felt strange.

Around the   Magician Association, there seems to be some kind of deception.

   From a distance, it is clearly a mountain.

   But when Cerberus came out, Irin looked up and saw the clock tower.

   "This is also magic?"

It took    an hour to walk around the entire Magician Association.

   It was quiet at night, except for a few staff members who were wearing black dresses and patrolling the corridor with a lamp, Yiren didn't see anyone else.

  Dark night is the best protective color for Irin.

Even, Yi Rin doubted whether the Magicians Association did it on purpose, and set up the structure diagram of the entire Magicians Association in many traffic arteries, allowing Yi Rin to explore without any pressure, just like strolling around the back garden of his own station. .

The area of ​​the   Magician Association is much larger than Irin imagined.

The place where the    Clock Tower is located, as indicated on the roadside map, is just "one of the twelve disciplines" of the Magicians Association.

   These twelve disciplines are - the whole basic department, the individual basic department, the spirit department, the mineral department, the animal department, the inheritance department, the plant department, the astronomical department, the creation department, the curse department, the archaeology department, and the modern magic department.

  The rest of the disciplines, in various forms, are hidden in the city of London, underground or in buildings, forming a "city within a city".

   In the dark, there are many hidden passages connecting these twelve disciplines and connecting the entire Magician Association into one.

   Strangely, many channels, marked with "X", do not seem to be in use.

   In other words, the territory of the Society of Magicians is the entire city of London.

   I heard Milian mentioned before that her knight alliance station is also outside London. However, there is a distance from the clock tower.

The foundation of the    Knights Alliance is the ancestral home of Pendragon and the place where their ancestors died in battle. That hill, in the ancestral motto of their Pendragon family, was called "The Hill of the Fallen King". This is still the information that Irin used the ultimate method - the temptation of food, and obtained the information from the mouth of the dumb hair.

   In just one day, Irin had already discovered the fatal weakness of the King of Knights: in the face of unstoppable food, her IQ would drop to a level slightly lower than that of ordinary people.

   "This Magician's Association really wants to be like a 'Big Mac' on the surface. The second guild in the world is not the Knights League. It seems that my speculation is correct."

  Irin took out a piece of soul food [Hundred Flowers and Seaweed Cookies], and nibbled it on the clock tower without anyone else, quite happy.

   The supper just now, Irin didn't eat, worried that there was something hidden in it.

   I'm a little hungry now.

   Other disciplines are not mentioned for the time being.

  This is the "Classroom" of the Magician Association, the first subject, and all the basic subjects.

   Buildings are scattered.

   Intricate cloisters connect these classrooms.

  Between buildings, there are also tree-lined paths and hand-carved human-shaped relief fountains, which look like carefully arranged parks.

   A street lamp is dotted in the dark night.

   At a glance, Irin had a hard time figuring out where these corridors lead to. The route is too complicated.

   And the places marked on the map are also limited. Yilin found that some of the hidden structures that Yilin discovered during his exploration were not marked on the map.

   When taking a bath, Yilin once sent three little mother spirits to probe through the wall.

   He found that there were many places where invisible barriers seemed to be set up, which were clearly visible in the vision of the spirit. It was covered with lines that Irin could not understand.

  Those invisible barriers, without knowing it, Yiren did not rush in rashly.

  In this clock tower, "magic" is everywhere, making everything here.

   "Magic" is like gears, running smoothly throughout the clock tower.

   This brand-new system, Yi Rin only got a glimpse of it, so he couldn't help indulging in it, otherwise Yi Rin was just exploring, and it would not have taken an hour for so long. Irin spent a lot of time studying the structure of magic. Speaking of which, some of the patterns that Yi Rin saw inadvertently were somewhat similar to the ancient alchemy books that Yi Rin borrowed from Xing Fei.

   According to Xing Fei, Europe is also the birthplace of ancient alchemy.

   "On the premise of not 'alarming' them, we can only explore here." Yi Rin said, glanced at a slightly old building, and chuckled softly in the dark. In the next second, his figure moved, turned into a shadow, and disappeared in place.

   was speechless all night.

  In an unfamiliar environment, nothing exciting happened.

   The next day.

   Branches on the sun.

  Irin slept until she woke up naturally.

  Yingyingyanyan's voice came from outside the window.

  In the wardrobe of the guest room, there are also various styles of European clothing.

  Irin chose a relatively low-key white shirt and unbuttoned the top two buttons at will. After Irin dressed and washed, she walked out of the room.

  Cerberus was already waiting outside the door.

   When Yilin came out, Cerberas didn't complain at all, and said calmly: "Your Majesty is already waiting for the three of you in the VIP room."

  From the outside, the corridor is twisted and twisted, but inside the corridor, it is a straight corridor with no end. This kind of blindfolding without any sense of disobedience made Yi Rin amazed.

   Came to the VIP room, and sure enough, the blond boy was sitting in a wheelchair.

  In the corresponding position of the dining table, high-grade silver tableware and fine-textured plates are neatly arranged.

On the plate, there are scrambled eggs, roasted tomatoes, sausages, bacon, soybeans with tomato sauce, fried potatoes, buttered toast, croissants, each just a little bit, a wide variety without being bloated, fancyly arranged in a clean The thick mushroom juice is poured evenly over the food.

   The corresponding staple food, and a bowl of fragrant oatmeal.

   "The colors are just right, the flavors are perfect, and you have a great cook."

  Irin does not hesitate to like it.

  As the so-called "going to the countryside, following the customs", Yi Rin was not pretentious this time. She put on a white scarf, raised her knife and fork, and prepared to eat.

  Cerberus' voice came from behind him: "Thank you for your compliment, Mr. Irin. For drinks, do you want milk, juice, coffee, or breakfast tea?"

   "Breakfast tea, thank you."

   This is a traditional and classic English breakfast, very authentic. As a soul gourmet, Yi Rin, at a glance, can see that these ingredients have spent a lot of thought on processing, and they are worth tasting.

   The arrogant and elegant King of Knights, Miriam Arturia X Pendragon, had already devoured himself a few minutes ago, and ate in silence. In the moment when Cerberus served the tea, half of the food on Milian's plate disappeared inexplicably, as if a gust of wind was blowing.

   "Cow, cow, awesome."

  Irin couldn't help but give a thumbs up when she saw Milian's magical way of eating with grace and elegance.

   Gu Tianqing was silent on the side, like a small transparent.

  After a hearty breakfast.

  Cerberus bowed to everyone, then silently exited the room and locked the door.

in the room,

   Only one of the Twelve Sovereigns, Bathemello Dylan, and Irin were left.

  Irin is curious.

   Suppose at this time, he suddenly pulled out a gun, what would happen.

   Of course, Irin just thinks about it, it's not against the law.

  Bathemello Dylan, closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, as if thinking, where to start.

   The blond boy in a wheelchair fiddled with the golden bangs on his forehead from time to time, and he always felt a chill on his forehead.

   was silent for about half a minute.

  Bathmelo Dylan begins:

"The Magician Association has existed two thousand years ago and has a long history. We magicians are mysterious researchers and mysterious inheritors. We dedicate our knowledge and life for the sake of knowledge throughout our lives. ."

  Irin smiled: "I like knowledge."

Bathemello Dylan responded with a smile: "No one dislikes knowledge. In fact, throughout history, the evolution of human beings lies in the inheritance and development of knowledge. And the 'mystery' we study is also a kind of non-being A type of knowledge recognized by the majority of mankind."

   "The Magicians Association, in history, has survived world changes, technological shocks, and wars, and has successfully survived. Even once, our Magicians Association had hidden branches all over the world."

   "Until, ten years ago."

The young man sighed, as if he had remembered something, his face became even paler, and a bitter smile evoked the corner of his mouth: "When 'it' appeared, the Magician's Association completely existed in name only. In fact, there are no magicians in the world anymore. Association, only - Clock Tower."

   "And you are the 'outsiders' who set foot on the Clock Tower for the first time in ten years."

  Million's face sank, and she said seriously, "It's an honor."

The boy waved his hand, indicating that the King of Knights was not polite, and his indifferent gaze fell on Yilin: "Guest from the east, did you know that the treasure belonging to the Pendragon family, 'Avalon', also known as 'Distant' Ideal Land', what is it?"

  Million's and Gu Tianqing's gazes turned to Irin at the same time.

  Knight King's eyes almost burst into flames.

   Speaking of which, it’s all tears.

   "Prop." Yi Rin smiled: "A companion prop that can't be taken off, yes, epic."

   Said, Irin and the monarch boy looked at each other and observed each other's expressions.

  The juvenile's eyelids are drooping, and behind the lens, the emotions and expressions in his eyes are completely hidden.

  Bathmelo Dylan did not refute Irin's words, but continued to say: "That is a 'prototype Noble Phantasm'."

   did not wait for Irin and the others to ask questions.

  The boy did not continue to explain what the "prototype Noble Phantasm" was.

"In order to strip the 'prototype Noble Phantasm' from the host, it was originally possible to do with a corresponding magic ritual. However, when 'it' appeared, the 'prototype Noble Phantasm' was endowed with a new power, the 'prototype treasure' tool, became the 'mystery' itself."

   "That is... props."

   "Mysterious, inseparable from the host, almost inseparable in any way."

   aside, Milian heard the words with a complicated expression. His eyes were full of killing intent, his hair was hanging down, and his facial features were huddled together, looking like they were about to cry. Of course, this is just Irin's interpretation of Milian's twisted expression, maybe she is now resisting the urge to draw a sword and slash people.

   "Almost?"

   Under the table, Irin quietly stuffed a card into Milian's hand - it was a delicious meal that Milian was full of praise.

   After receiving the soul food, Milian looked down and her eyes lit up. In addition to the "almost" that Irin deliberately asked, Milian became quiet again.

  Huh…

   A false alarm.

   Now it's really embarrassing for Milian to kill people in public.

"Yes, almost." Barthmelo Dylan continued with an expressionless and tired face: "'It' has given the 'Archetype Noble Phantasm' new power, allowing the 'prototype Noble Phantasm' that exists in the world, It became a 'mystery' again. Including, a 'thing' that had been hidden in the clock tower."

  Irin, Gu Tianqing, and Milian listened quietly.

  Bathmelo Dylan said this, and Irene had already roughly guessed what he was going to say next.

   Sure enough,

  The boy continued:

"That 'thing' has been sealed in the clock tower as a 'research object'. Even ten years ago, when the world changed, the 'mysterious' attribute of that 'thing' was not enough to restore it to the same level as the legend ability to match.”

   "So, very few people know the existence of that 'thing'."

  Million's face brightened.

   Hope is here.

   But this joy was just born, and before the quack fell to the ground, a basin of cold water was poured by Yi Rin beside him.

  Irin changed to a comfortable position and leaned on the backrest. The right knuckle tapped the sterling silver handrail lightly, making a crisp knocking sound, and the other hand habitually plucked the cool dead skin on the forehead. He chuckled lightly and interrupted the monarch boy: "That thing is gone."

  Million was dumbfounded.

   Gu Tianqing also smiled.

  Bathermelo Dylan raised his eyes again, and there was a slight surprise in his jade-green eyes. He did not expect that this guest from the East, in this conversation, in a very short period of time, caught the key point and guessed the truth.

   "Yes, it was stolen."

"Very good." Irene stood up: "It's clear now. You, the Clock Tower, there should have been a change ten years ago. It's not hard to guess, since Milian mentioned that you rejected 'us'. I was thinking about one thing.”

   "Who does 'we' refer to?"

   "If you think about it, you can guess. The only thing we have in common. Then, another problem arises."

   "That is - what kind of influence did the arrival of the Tower of War bring to 'you'."

"It's nothing more than that some people were called and became apostles. Yes, this should be a high probability event, because this used to be a magician's association specializing in 'mystery'. Then the problem comes, becoming an apostle is undoubtedly and The purpose of 'pursuing knowledge' is contrary to the purpose. Because an apostle is an existence that directly acquires a certain ability and releases various skills without asking the reason. The skills of an apostle are more than the 'magic' you study. Like magic."

"Obviously, in the eyes of a group of 'scholars' who study the mystery, 'Apostles' are equivalent to aliens. Yo, Miriam, don't look at me like this, I read 'amazing' on your dumb hair I don't know much about what happened ten years ago, but I can see that there is only a group of 'non-apostles' left in the clock tower, or rather, you are all 'rejected'. "

"And, for a certain reason, you can't easily step out of the clock tower. Hehe, I found a lot of footprints around the three-way intersection, but most of them walked inward, and there were no outward footprints. Moreover, footprints There are traces of erasure. I speculate that it is possible that during this time, the clock tower was invaded and blocked by you."

"It is very likely that this is left by your 'similars'. In other words, you don't dare to go out at all, you must guard the base camp of the clock tower. More likely, the site of your clock tower is only here. , the masters of the clock tower, the magicians, are trapped here instead. Right?"

   "The above are all my guesses. If there is anything wrong, please point out."

  Irin stood up and looked at the young monarch sitting in a wheelchair across the long table with a smile.

  Irin spoke eloquently.

  Million was dumbfounded.

  She...didn't understand.

  Irin said in one breath, speaking a little too fast.

   Opposite the long table,

One of the twelve monarchs, Bathemello Dylan, fell silent.

   "Crack, snap, snap."

   After a moment of silence, Bathemello Dylan raised his head again and clapped his palms once, once, and once.

"Wonderful."

   (end of this chapter)