Collapse, surrender to me!

……

Two full days.

Weber immersed himself in a large number of academic papers.

The more I studied, the more I realized the gap between myself and Kenneth, a truly all-round genius.

At the same time, he also understood the problems with his thesis.

He tried to overturn the theory of bloodline by using himself and some other talented civilian magicians who had only been passed down for a few generations.

Proof that even without bloodline inheritance, one is not inferior to others.

But in essence, this is denying the group by using an individual case.

What's more... now it seems that he and those people are not geniuses at all. To put it bluntly, they are not even qualified to be exceptions.

Magic circuits passed down from generation to generation.

Wealth of knowledge.

Various ceremonial costumes and secret techniques.

This is an insurmountable gap.

At this point, Weber calmed down easily.

The Clock Tower has existed for so long, is there no civilian more talented than me?

The answer is of course.

However, these geniuses did not oppose the theory of bloodline just because they were commoner geniuses.

Because the right things do not need to be refuted.

Now, they might be the head of a certain magic family.

……

"Giving up on yourself?" Gray Xiu said faintly, "This is what happens when you accept the reality of your own incompetence."

"What do I do now?"

Weber has now changed from his original arrogant state to a somewhat confused state.

Grayshu had no experience in this regard.

But she knew someone who could.

"Then why don't you ask Kenneth for advice? He is your mentor anyway, so it's normal for him to guide you."

"what?"

Weber was stunned for a moment.

"But now we are enemies!"

"It's just that you unilaterally regard him as an enemy... In his eyes, you are not an opponent at all, just a young, arrogant and slightly rebellious student."

Chapter 444 Kenneth: Watch out, kid!

The hotel where Kenneth was staying was easy to find.

Because that is the tallest building in Fuyuki City today, the Hyatt Hotel.

Looking down from the top floor of the Hyatt Hotel - the 32nd floor.

The whole of Fuyuki is in sight.

Perhaps with continuous development in the future, there will be more and more new hotels.

However, the Hyatt Hotel, which boasts of having the highest level of facilities and services in Fuyuki City, will not give up this status to others.

Not only the hotel managers and service staff think so, even the hotel guests are impressed by Hyatt's high-quality service and business model.

Except Kenneth.

In his view, the vulgar things in this room are just a "collection of waste".

Leather sofa, decorated with gemstones.

Even if the toilet is made of gold, it is meaningless.

It's just a gloomy room, expensive furniture, and luxurious daily necessities.

For Kenneth, who was born into aristocracy, the thing he couldn't stand the most was that something originally vulgar put on a luxurious coat and pretended to be noble.

This is what the rooms in this hotel are like now. There is no historical background or cultural heritage at all.

It's just a pigsty decorated with luxurious appearance.

Especially the famous painting hanging in the center of the room.

Unfortunately, Kenneth had seen the original painting, and this crude fake was simply polluting his eyes.

If you really don't have any background, you don't have to display it.

Seeing so many of them piled up together made him feel sick.

If one really wanted to trace this feeling of inferiority, it was not limited to this hotel. The entire tiny island country called Japan was filled with ugly feelings that were unpleasant to Kenneth's nerves.

He himself does not hate the countryside. The countryside also has its own customs and cultural accumulation.

But when you look at the city's night view from a high place like now, you can't even tell which country or city you are in, and there is nothing that can represent the local customs and culture.

It was simply a collection of ordinary, superficial and tacky things gathered together - if you were to ask what this city was, in Kenneth's opinion it was nothing more than a garbage dump.

With today’s technology, it is entirely possible to replicate those architectural wonders on a one-to-one basis.

But even if you build a pyramid here, it will just be a pile of meaningless stones.

"If this place still retained its original simplicity as a remote fishing village, it would be much more interesting than it is now... Fortunately, I only need to stay here for seven days, and then visit other famous places, so it won't be a wasted trip."

Kenneth tapped his head, which was aching slightly from disgust, with his fingers.

In fact, he was not the kind of narrow-minded person who would get angry over such a small matter. There was another reason for his anxiety.

"Can we find a way out of that Heroic Spirit who projected so many Noble Phantasms... or in other words, can we deal with it?"

The hero that becomes a legend is not only the hero himself, but also includes the anecdotes about him and the existence of weapons or equipment that symbolize him.

This is the ultimate secret that needs to be hidden and used as the final trump card.

It is a deadly weapon known as a Noble Phantasm.

The opponent easily revealed so many treasures. Either he didn't care about hiding them, or he had far more than so many treasures and didn't care if they were exposed.

The implications of this are terrifying.

In short, first of all, we can judge that the attack that killed Assassin was indeed accomplished by a Noble Phantasm. Even through the eyes of the familiar, we can see the destructive power of the huge magic power.

"Rider, generally speaking, a Servant can only possess one Noble Phantasm, right?"

"In theory, yes, but there are sometimes special Heroic Spirits who possess two or three Noble Phantasms. For example, I, Iskandar, am one of these people."

The emperor sat on a leather sofa, flipping through an entertainment magazine, and responded easily while wondering why people nowadays actually like such a powerless man whose weakest soldier could beat ten of them.

"Alas, there is no point in counting the number of Noble Phantasms. As far as I know, a so-called Noble Phantasm is a concrete manifestation of the most famous story or legend about a Heroic Spirit, so it does not necessarily have to exist in the form of a weapon.

That is to say, the meaning of a treasure can be understood literally as a weapon, or it can be considered as a special ability, or a means of attack. It is not impossible that some people have the ability to use many treasures. For example, if he is the king of a country, then in theory, those loyal followers and the treasures they hold will also become part of his legend. "

"So it's okay. There's no need to worry. As for who the enemy is, you'll know when you see him. You still don't have confidence in me?"

Rider laughed cheerfully.

Kenneth actually laughed: "Of course I have confidence in you, the Great Emperor."

It's different from how we treated Weber.

The King of Conquerors and Kenneth adopted different strategies in their relationship.

Every time he wanted to start a war, the noble ministers would persuade him at the beginning, under the pretext of weighing the pros and cons.

At this time, he didn't need to say much, he just needed to show his ability to win.

So, he showed Kenneth his cards from the very beginning.

The king's army.

In the scorching sun and yellow sand, the sight of the army composed of heroic spirits, the shock of traveling back to the ancient battlefield, and the mighty power of the conqueror king leading the army to charge, cannot be described in words.

The conqueror king with his army, with an invincible force that could kill anyone who stood in his way, swept away everything.

Even Kenneth was impressed for a moment.

Although Kenneth remained neither humble nor overbearing when facing the emperor as he did at the beginning, a subtle change had actually occurred that he himself did not even notice.

Moreover, Kayneth couldn't think of anyone who could stand up to the King of Conquerors.

The dozens or even hundreds of treasures of the golden figure could kill the gymnastics master Assassin, but facing the charging army of thousands, it was just a drop in the bucket.

Kenneth felt relieved when he thought of this.

"But you still have to think carefully about who to choose as the first enemy to eliminate."

The day passed, peaceful as water.

In Kenneth's opinion, it was all Tokiomi's fault.

The strength revealed by that powerful golden heroic spirit is still very strong, which will make many people choose to avoid it.

Kenneth now holds the powerful card of the Emperor, and immediately decides to take the initiative to stir up the muddy water and make all the rotten fish and shrimp move.

Finish early and go home early.

"Um?"

Kenneth, standing in front of the French window, showed a surprised expression.

Through the familiars he had placed around the hotel, he saw someone who shouldn't be here.

Webber Velvet.

He even saw the Command Seal in the other party's hand.

"Tsk, that's interesting."

Just like what Grayshu said, Kenneth certainly didn't consider Waver as an opponent.

First of all, he is a mentor and the other party is a student. It is unreasonable for a teacher to be afraid of his students. If that happened, Clock Tower himself would be laughed to death.

Secondly, the Emperor is here, and no matter how powerful the opponent's heroic spirit is, it is probably no match for him. What's more, with Waver's wealth, he probably can't even afford a second-level relic like Diarmuid's.

Not to mention that he has transformed the hotel into a magic workshop.

His lovely students should know the consequences of fighting a color-level magician in the magic workshop.

So he let Weber walk in like this.

There was no sign of activating the defensive formation.

"Do you know him?" The emperor seemed to have seen little Weber downstairs.

"Well, a student of mine who has some ideas, but is also a bit stupid. I can probably guess why he came to participate in the Holy Grail War."

Kenneth thought about it.

"I tore up his paper in public, reprimanded him mercilessly, and criticized what he wrote as worthless."

"What paper?" asked the emperor.

"...In the words of the King of Conquerors' time, it was a commoner with some qualifications who wrote a paper to refute the theory of aristocratic bloodline."

Although the secular world is not the magic world.

But in ancient times, the gap between the aristocratic families and the poor was sometimes even more terrifying than that between magicians.

The reason for the change is due to technological progress, social development and the industrial revolution.

However, up to now, the new "aristocratic families" and the "poor families" who see no hope of change despite their efforts are gradually building up a solid barrier in the new era.

If you want to challenge the theory of bloodline in the magic world, it will take more than one or two civilian geniuses to change it.

Only when an "industrial revolution" is born in the magic world can a real impact be achieved.

Kenneth also studied these topics when he had free time.