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"What--!" Lanis looked back in shock, but what she encountered head-on was the black muzzle of a gun and the sharp blade sticking out from below the muzzle.

Next to the black shadow holding the fist gun, the mercury maid Trimmawu, who was made of the second-generation Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid, was deprived of its mystery and turned into the most basic solution, flowing, bringing endless astonishment to Lanis El-Melloi Archizorti.

Who is he?

Why is he so familiar with the secret magic of the Archibald family? He actually destroyed the existence of the mercury maid with just one chant?!

"That's something we magicians can't defeat, Lady."

In this world, the man who was summoned to the King of Conquerors in the Subspecies Holy Grail War and was in opposition to his teacher Kenneth stared at the black robe in front of him, his eyes seemed to exhaust all their past encounters.

"Its name is, Follower."

Information about the classes of the New Moon is given in the character related section.

Chapter 380 The Magic Association's Platform

Chapter 381 The Magic Association's Platform

In that empty, dimly lit room, the sense of distance was distorted. It seemed incredibly wide, yet oppressively narrow. The candle standing in the center dimly illuminated the faces of the men in the room, and everything was blurry. The air in that room with unclear edges was filled with an indescribable depression.

Just like the last bachelor party on the eve of a wedding, or an unemployed uncle whose wife and children have run away, the three men looked at each other with worry on their faces.

"When I returned to the room, I saw that the walls were covered with spells that could blow up the entire building."

An old man spoke first. Although he was short, his back was straight and the wrinkles on his face were as shiny as a wood carving.

The head of the Summoning Department, Locke Belfebon, is rumored to have been in office for more than fifty years, but there is no confirmation on this.

After hearing the old man's hoarse voice, a young man agreed:

"All the spirits in the Spiritual Advent Department's storage room are in trouble. They are all wilting as if they were suppressed by the top of the food chain. If they don't behave themselves, these precious specimens will all die the next day. That's what the note told me."

He was a handsome red-haired young man. His eyes, which showed a strong and noble will, and his elegant appearance, showed at first glance that he belonged to the upper class. His words revealed a sense of mission.

The man's name is Bram Nusare Sophiali. He is the successor to the head of the psychic department and also serves as a first-level lecturer in the Clock Tower.

"Well, you were also threatened, right?"

The old man nodded as if in agreement, and turned his gaze to the last person who remained silent. The man had long, dishevelled hair and frowned unhappily.

"What do you think, Lord El-Melloi?"

Lighting the cigarette between his fingertips with the candle flame, Waver slowly turned his head to the side and exhaled the smoke.

"It's the Second. Although I appreciate your intention to respect me, please add the Second to me. Otherwise, the name El-Melloi is really itchy."

Without waiting for Belfebon to reply, he continued:

"Compared to the two of you, I will be more straightforward - the princess of El-Melloi, who is also my adopted sister, is being held hostage by the attackers."

“Oh?” Plum raised his eyebrows, revealing a look of surprise mixed with inquiry.

"Even the Supreme Gown of El-Melloi, one of the Twelve Families, couldn't stop him?"

El-Melloi II lit up his cigar. "There's no need to test it, sir. It's not something a magician can defeat."

In front of the two department managers, Weber remained calm and uttered the word again.

"After all, the opponent we are facing is a Servant."

从者

As soon as these words were spoken, the other two magicians present couldn't help but hold their breath.

Now that the information about the Greater Holy Grail has been leaked, how could the Magic Association not know about this forbidden term?

It is a collection of fantasies from ancient times to the present, the most noble crystallization of phenomena, and also the most powerful and powerless object for magi.

If it weren't for the shortcomings of each sub-species Holy Grail War, the extremely high requirements for the spiritual veins of the servants and the many restrictions, it would be impossible for them to leave a certain area. Otherwise, the Magic Association would have been attacked by people with ulterior motives long ago.

But now, El-Melloi II said that they were facing a Servant...

"Could it be that the Holy Grail War has also taken place in London?!" Bram slammed the table and stood up, unable to hide his anxiety.

For the Magic Association, allowing a group of nuclear warheads to fight right under their noses... is simply too terrifying!

"A reasonable guess, Mr. Bram."

The fourth sound in the room came from a black-robed figure who appeared out of nowhere.

There was no alarm, no defense. When Plum and Belfebon came to their senses, the man in black robe had pulled out a chair and sat in the main seat.

"Please take a seat, the three people in charge of handling the Thousand World Tree's rebellion."

Where's Lanis?" El-Melloi II stared at Shuoyue and also pulled up a chair and sat down.

"I let it go." The young man answered nonchalantly, as if he had just released a wild cat. "He was quite sensible. He didn't threaten me before leaving."

Having said that, Shuoyue released some murderous aura at the right time, and the originally depressing room suddenly became bitterly cold, as if it was filled with ice.

"Otherwise, the ending wouldn't be so good."

Surrender, or die.

The young man's actions simply illustrate this point, and the two old foxes who have been immersed in power for many years naturally cannot fail to see it.

"If you are truly a Servant, then the threats from us magicians are a ridiculous and unnecessary move."

Belfebon and Plum looked at each other and spoke one after another.

"So, what kind of deal do you want to make with us?"

"Transaction... Humph, they are really quick in changing the concept." Shuoyue knocked on the table. Having visited the Clock Tower before, he already knew the nature of this group of magicians and politicians, so he was not angry when he heard this.

"You can call it a deal, but there are only three things I want you to do—"

"First, I need to have absolute control over the 'cleaning team'. Of course, the purpose is to clean up the rebellion of the Thousand World Trees."

"Second, I need a token that symbolizes the Magic Association. Its authority should be at least comparable to that of the bishop of the Holy Church."

"Third, I accidentally killed off a family of magicians, and I need you to help me block the news."

"Wait." Belfebon raised his hand and interrupted Shuoyue's speech. "In other words, you destroyed a magic family? What was the name of that family?"

"Yes." Shuoyue nodded, "The head of the family is an old man, and he was also the master who summoned me, but I killed him. I didn't have time to learn the family name and I don't care. But their magic seal is in my hands, and I can provide you with the address."

As the young man spread out his hands with a smile, a black magic mark appeared in the void, emitting a terrifying glow.

"I see." Faced with the murderer who brutally massacred an entire family and stripped away all his magic seals, Waver remained calm and nodded in understanding. "That's why you were able to come here quietly. It seems that the supervisors of the Magic Association let you take advantage of a loophole."

"As expected of Weber, he is so smart." Shuoyue nodded with a smile, admiring the stomach-ache expression on the second generation's face when he was called by his real name, and then turned his eyes to look at the other two magicians who were in deep thought.

To the powerful Magician's Association, Shuoyue's request seemed simple. As long as they helped clean the floor and gave a status that was more symbolic than practical, servant-level combat power would join the cleaning team to assist them in conquering the Thousand Worlds Tree.

However, for these old foxes, how could they not see what Shuoyue meant?

What Shuoyue did was nothing more than asking the Magic Association to take a stand in exchange for helping to defeat the Thousand Worlds Tree - this was also the reason why Waver said he couldn't make the decision as soon as he heard it.

The first condition is the help and benefits provided by the new moon.

The second condition is the rights and interests that Shuoyue wants from the Magic Association.

The third condition is Sakutsuki's threat, implying that he can destroy a magic family and does not mind turning the Clock Tower upside down.

"But I still have a question." Perhaps dissatisfied with Shuoyue's arrogant attitude, Bram knocked on the table and questioned.

"What on earth is hidden in the Thousand Worlds Tree that makes you think that even a team of fifty first-rate magicians cannot defeat this bunch of garbage?"

"Don't you understand yet? Waver obviously reacted from the beginning."

Shuoyue stared at the head of the Spiritual Summoning Department, gave an answer while showing a cold smile:

"Because the Thousand World Trees have already prepared to use their servants to welcome you idiots."

The door of the room opened, and Plum and Belfebon left in a hurry without looking back, while Shuoyue, wearing a black robe, walked out hand in hand with Waver.

Under the pressure of the information he provided, the three magicians all chose to agree to his request, but they still argued over the details and refused to give an inch for the sake of the Clock Tower or their own interests.

For example, Belfebon stated before providing the token that the association would not interfere and would not care about what you do - the implication was that even if Shuoyue destroyed the world, the Magic Association could not be blamed.

For example, Plum, as the director of the Spiritual Summoning Department, naturally requested the spiritual base data of the servants - exactly the same as the Spiritual Summoning Department in another time and space.

Another example is Waver Velvet. He was much more straightforward - except for the necessary materials, all the family's supplies, money, and spoils were classified under the name of Modern Magic.

"But a family that has been exploited by demons can't possibly pay off your debt in El-Melloi, right?"

"It's just a bit of political push." ​​Waver was no longer surprised that Shuoyue knew too much about him. Instead, he was more concerned about another thing. "Are you serious about the emergency mechanism of the Holy Grail you mentioned earlier?"

In the room, Shuoyue threw out a bombshell piece of information in order to make the two vampires give in.

"The Greater Holy Grail will perform assistance related to the Holy Grail War, such as redistributing the Command Seals, depending on the situation. Although the possibility is almost zero, when all seven Servants are unified by one force, the reserve system will be activated to find a countermeasure."

In the corridor soaked in time, Waver stopped, his eyes burning.

At that time, it will be possible to summon seven more Servants to fight against the seven Servants."

"Yes, that's right." Shuoyue nodded, "This is the battle we are about to face, an unprecedented battle between fourteen servants - why, do you want to meet your king again?"

"How come you even know this... Never mind." The handsome but tired man with long hair shook his head, "I'm not mature enough to meet him again. I'm just sighing."

"Then just concentrate on collecting relics and selecting candidates like those two, Weber." Shuoyue patted his shoulder with a faint smile, of course his face was still hidden under the hood.

"I will lead the cleaning team to open the preparation system of the Greater Holy Grail. After that, my assistance to the Magic Association will end here."

"However, the Magic Association stands behind you and becomes your helper invisibly."

Weber rolled his eyes but didn't complain much. Instead, he waved to Shuoyue and turned away.

The conditions and demands of both parties have been exchanged. After getting the desired promises and concessions, Shuoyue no longer needs to stay in the Clock Tower.

"Then let's go." After taking a last look at the clock tower, Shuoyue turned around, like a drop of ink, quietly blending into the vast colors of dusk.

All preparations have been completed, and now it’s time to start the Holy Grail War.

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Chapter 381: Grand Duke of Wallachia, Vlad III

Chapter 382: Grand Duke of Wallachia, Vlad III

The reason why Shuoyue chose the Magic Association was simple - as the only Servant and Master in the 'Blue' camp, he needed a force to endorse him.

Just like behind the 'Red' camp is Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, the saint who has prepared for sixty years, and behind the 'Black' camp is Chikaiju who possesses the Holy Grail, and likewise the head of the family, Danic, who has been planning since World War II, each camp has its own background.

The sudden appearance of Shuoyue and his "Blue" camp, although they have foresight that no one else can match, obviously lack the ability to deal with emergencies. Once Shuoyue gets into trouble, it means the collapse of the "Blue" camp.

In particular, Shuoyue was not qualified to have an equal dialogue with the leaders of these two camps - this kind of thing was the most deadly in a three-way melee.

Strength is the basis of equal dialogue, and influence is also a part of strength. Even if this is just a fox borrowing the power of a tiger, it is enough for Shuoyue.

He also had no intention of allowing a behemoth like the Magic Association to enter.

"It's just a pretext. The Greater Holy Grail hasn't even activated its reserve system yet, and the appearance of the 'Blue' camp, which is totally inconsistent with the original plot, is outrageous enough. If the Magic Association is also involved, the situation will take a turn for the worse beyond my expectations."

Shuoyue doesn't want to give up the advantage of foresight.

Excuse me. "

A deep male voice sounded, and Shuoyue raised his arm. Behind him, more than fifty magicians stopped and waited for orders with expressionless faces.

These people are called the Cleaning Team, which is a group of magicians with specialized combat abilities dispatched by the Magic Association.

After Shuoyue reached an agreement with the top leaders of the Magic Association, he gained control over fifty top magicians. As planned, the next morning, Shuoyue brought the cleaning team to Romania, the territory where the Thousand Worlds Tree was located.

"what's up."

Still using Hades' cloak to cover his face, Shuoyue turned around and asked his deputy, the team's previous captain.

"There's something wrong with the spirit vein." The captain was a thin man in a suit. He held a spirit disk in his hand and reported, "There may be an ambush in the forest ahead."

"Oh? We have just entered the border of the Thousand World Tree's territory." Shuoyue raised the corner of his mouth with interest, "It seems that the Thousand World Tree values ​​you very much."

Neither of them mentioned the issue of intelligence leakage. The Clock Tower's overly loose system was destined to be filled with spies from different forces.

"What to do, Captain?"

"There's nothing to remind you of. We are all experienced magicians. Just follow the plan." Shuoyue said casually, "Solve the obstacles before the Servants arrive. I will complete my mission. When the Servants arrive..."

"I know, I know. We can run as far as we can and set up a magic circle to seal the spirit veins, right?"

The red-haired magician at the side said impatiently that he was the original deputy of the cleaning team. Because of Shuoyue's airborne landing, he was naturally downgraded to an ordinary member of the team.