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The two men walked quickly towards the lecture room of the Modern Magic Department.

The one walking in front is the monarch of all basic sciences, McNedal, and the old man walking a little slower than him is Randall.

"If it weren't for the king, I would still be very surprised that Fadius was actually a spy for the United States... The king's wisdom is indeed beyond our comprehension..."

"Haha, that's the King of Britain. Every generation of Kings has saved me from dire straits countless times. He's the monarch above all monarchs."

After saying this, McNedale's eyes showed respect.

Fadius thought he had been hiding well and had not been discovered by Britain or the Magic Association.

In fact, his spy skills are indeed very strong.

But that was only before Moran took over.

Among the many arrangements Moran made after taking office, one of them was to purge spies planted in Britain by foreign forces.

As the king of the island of Britain, he can mobilize the memory of the earth at will and read information directly.

Screen based on bloodline and aura.

Then, check the land memory. With this system, no spy can hide.

It can be said that in Britain, no one has any privacy in front of Moran.

Countless spies were blacklisted.

Overnight, foreign authorities lost contact with them and realized that their spies had been exposed.

The method is unknown, and the action was too swift.

It is absolutely impossible that Britain obtained the spy list while foreign forces could not understand why the spies were discovered.

Everything was fine before that king came to power.

Fadius was one of them.

"There's no need to eliminate this guy immediately. Since the United States dares to send spies to Britain, why not try a Trojan Horse game with them... wouldn't that be fun?"

Moran, sitting high on the throne, smiled amusedly.

He said this to his many ministers.

Although Fadius was discovered, he was not eliminated. Instead, he used magic to implant surveillance devices into the spy's body.

Then, send the other party back to the Ugly Country.

Let the other party return to the enemy's organization.

"A double agent... As expected of a king... Humph, that Fadius brat actually thought I was killed because of my carelessness.

My assessment is that this incident involves three or four different forces with different agendas. At the very least, I can vaguely sense forces trying to conceal information, and those trying to spread it and make it public...

What is quite clear is that these forces, even though they hold different ideologies, still want to work together.”

Randall shared his intelligence.

The various forces he investigated included underground gangs, dead apostles, local magic families, the Holy Church, and the United States...

There are too many of these organizations and the waters are too deep.

If the British intelligence agencies were not strong enough, they would not have been able to embark on this turbulent journey so easily.

Chapter 536: The Night of the Heroic Spirit Summoning [Subscribe! Flowers!]

"In my opinion, for some of these multiple organizations, manifesting the Holy Grail is not the goal... but just one of the necessary stages.

Perhaps their goal isn't the Holy Grail, but rather an attempt to regularize and mass-produce the system known as the Holy Grail War. Perhaps their provocations and the numerous magi they've summoned to our town are also intended to allow them to analyze the Holy Grail War."

MacNeal as a democratic monarch.

He has an extraordinary vision.

In addition, the current Magic Association is acting on behalf of Moran, and he also has his own family's network of contacts and intelligence.

McNeal holds this view.

This was also one of the guesses made by the twelve monarchs of the Clock Tower.

"How is it possible... that outsiders want to analyze the miracles related to the third magic... Moreover, even though the power of the system is in their hands, they still do such a thing?" Langgel said in surprise.

"For a magus who aims to reach the root of the problem individually, it is indeed impossible. However, it is also true that there are forces with different modes of thinking among magi. Among them..."

McNedal paused mid-sentence, took a deep breath, and spoke again, "Although we don't have any evidence yet, my king once said that there are those who want to reduce the Holy Grail War to a game or a joke."

“Huh? This… is ridiculous…!?”

"Yes, it is so absurd. My king was laughing when he talked about this..."

The two of them immediately smiled bitterly.

This Holy Grail War is not just deep, it is as bottomless as the Galan Cave.

Reduce the Holy Grail War to a game and a joke!

This is something only a madman would do!

"By the way, the king should be here by now, right?"

"Well, if I'm not mistaken, the King left Britain last night. Even if he took a plane, he should have arrived..."

McNedal glanced out the window at the blue sky.

At this moment, it should still be evening in Snowfield.

"Something big has happened... But, that's fine. Our Britain has been silent for too long... If we don't move, we'll be silent. If we do move, we'll have to make a big splash!"

Randall said with great emotion.

In his heart, he longed to return to Snowfield and witness the heroic figure of their admired king.

A vast valley in the north of Snowfield.

There is a cave in the mountainous area close to the valley where the red rock walls stretch endlessly.

"Is this...the Command Spell?"

The man raised his right hand and looked at the bright red tattoo.

This striking and bright pattern is proof of his status as the Master of the Holy Grail War and his bargaining chip in this war.

The man is a magician.

To be precise, he is a magician whose family has fallen on hard times.

In order to prevent his prestigious family from falling into decline and destruction like the Matou family, the man put all his chips into the Holy Grail War, just to win and make his family prosperous again.

When he first heard the rumors of the Holy Grail War, he just laughed it off as a mere rumor.

However, through the major moves made in Britain during this period and the information released by the Magic Association.

The magic world was in great turmoil.

The Third Law! The Root! Wish Fulfillment!

Even Britain, the miracle of the last Age of Gods, has taken action, which further proves the credibility of the Holy Grail War.

Even without these, it would definitely be extraordinary.

This vibration reached the man's ears through many magicians.

To prove his own consciousness.

The man killed his wife and son with his own hands.

Cut off all your escape routes.

Although it is unpleasant to achieve success using other people's magic systems.

However, as long as they win the Holy Grail War, they can improve the level of magicians and make the family prosper and avoid decline.

It may even be possible to get to the root cause.

This gamble is a great deal.

"I've been recognized, hahahahahaha! I've been recognized by the Holy Grail War! I'm a Master!"

As the man spoke, he looked at the cloth bag beside him.

He couldn't help but smile.

Under the illumination of the oil lamp, the magician calmly picked up the cloth bag and carefully took out the items inside.

That is - a key.

However, if it is simply regarded as a key, it makes people inexplicably feel fearful.

Because the decoration of the key is so complicated that it is even as long and heavy as a survival knife.

Any gem adorning a key is considered to be of great value, both magically and monetaryally.

If Moran were here.

It must be obvious at a glance that this is one of the treasure house keys he once forged in Uruk.

Who can build a treasure house only by making a key?

Moran secretly made three or four backups.

However, most of them were never used, and many were thrown away in Uruk and never retrieved.

Then, thousands of years later, now.

The key was later discovered in ruins in the Middle East.

After a lot of twists and turns, the key came into the man's hands.

It is said that the treasure house in the Golden City contains all things in the world.

This key must be used to open the door deep in this vague legend.

Men are not interested in treasure.

However, there must be some magical treasure hidden among these treasures. All that the previous generations could prove was that the key was genuine, and in the end, no one had yet found the treasure vault.

Although the key itself seemed to have some magic that had not yet been resolved in 1.7, it had nothing to do with him at the moment.

Now the key has become the medium for men to summon heroic spirits.

He also had no idea what kind of heroic spirit he could summon.

However, judging by the ancient mystery of the key itself, the prize he drew must be not much worse.

"Close... Close... Repeat five times... I hereby declare..."

The man raised his arm with the Command Seal and chanted.

The summoning spell in front of him emitted a blue electric current, and the blood in his body began to boil.

The words of summons uttered are both a blessing to oneself and a curse to the Libra of all things.

This is the scene of summoning the heroic spirit to descend.

Tonight, it is happening simultaneously in various places in Xueyuan City.

He is far from alone.

Chapter 537: The First Drop of Blood [Please subscribe! Please give me flowers!]

Night, east of Snowfield, in the lake area.

A huge villa with a barrier stands here.

In the basement of the villa, several magicians were surrounding a summoning circle, with thick mist of ether filling the air.

The magician here has completed the ritual summoning.

"Lord Jesta?"

"That's strange... I heard that the heroic spirits of assassins all wear white skull masks."

A blond man in a black suit walked up to the jutsu.

A hint of confusion crossed his face.