Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Hair dye?

Samael realized that he had relied too much on the convenience of magic and fallen into a mental trap, which made him both amused and exasperated.

No wonder I didn't recognize this woman at first glance. Standing at such a height for so long, I almost forgot the little tricks ordinary people use to hide their identities.

However, this also proves that the ordinary Master in front of us is truly extraordinary.

He would only pour out human-like love for Jack.

He doesn't hesitate to kill, excludes all emotions unnecessary for survival, and once he decides "to obtain the Holy Grail," he marches straight toward that goal. But his own desires are nothing special. He's just devising the best tactics like an AI to save his own life, like Jack.

Therefore, when faced with a life-or-death crisis, one can rush towards him without hesitation, risking one's own life to create a sliver of opportunity for the child's escape.

Furthermore, thanks to her affluent upbringing, she was fluent in linguistics, speaking English and Latin fluently, which allowed her to blend into the crowds in Romania and conceal her whereabouts without leaving a trace.

Thinking about it carefully, he's actually quite talented...

Samael looked at the two people, one big and one small, who were kneeling obediently on the floor, raised his hand to his forehead, and was quite speechless.

Gu She was at a loss as to how to deal with the two women in front of him.

He showed little pity for the magicians and androids who had been killed by the mother and daughter.

Today, despite the cooperation and checks and balances between the Holy Church, the Magic Association, and the Dark Council, they cannot overcome the inherent flaws of humanity and the sheer number of mysterious groups.

Corrupted agents, out-of-control dark creatures, and magicians who have lost their humanity exist in abundance.

Basically, one crop is harvested, and another one follows.

If they encounter it and think of it, Samael will intervene.

For example, the murderer Ryunosuke Amusei from Fuyuki City and the magician Atram Gariasta from the emerging Middle Eastern family were both killed by bounty hunters from the Dark Council, which can be considered as ridding the people of evil.

Even if he had extraordinary connections, he couldn't completely eradicate this evil.

As for minor characters like Sagara Hyoma who didn't even get a chance to appear, Samael wouldn't have remembered them at all if Rokudo Reika hadn't mentioned them.

According to Rokudou Reika's description, he, like Atram, performs magic at the cost of sacrifices or similar offerings.

Specifically, Sagara Hyoma is a combination of Japanese and Western magic, using human lives as a means to ensure the safety of buildings or protect humans, thereby making a fortune.

However, as a branch of the Thousand World Tree family with a thin bloodline, this scum's magical skills are at best only half-baked.

Therefore, the summoning of the Heroic Spirits unsurprisingly went awry.

Originally, according to Sagara Hyoma's idea, if he were to summon Assassin, summoning Hassan wouldn't be a problem either.

However, after repeatedly engaging in the subspecies Holy Grail War, he had, to some extent, learned how to deal with the nineteen Hassans, and therefore believed that this situation was disadvantageous. Considering his own relatively short history as a magus, he gambled the outcome on the Heroic Spirits of the modern era.

This decision led to a fatal mistake. He never expected that the woman he had only brought as a sacrifice would turn into a monster that surpassed him.

Samael had no interest in mocking such a shameless person who had messed up his own situation, and naturally wouldn't hold the mother and daughter accountable for this scum.

Similarly, the assassination squad of the Thousand World Tree family, as well as those magicians who were besieging them, deserved to die.

Those who kill will always be killed.

However, the same principle applies.

He was driving peacefully on the road, not bothering anyone, when he was tricked into coming in by this Liu Daolingxia, who planned to drug him and rob him.

The woman's stab after learning her identity had been exposed was a genuine attempt to kill him.

They should at least give themselves, the victim, an explanation for this.

Samael toyed with a dagger in his hand, rubbing his fingertips along the blade, and looked at the mother and daughter who were kneeling obediently on the ground with a sinister expression.

"Tell me, how do you want to resolve this matter peacefully?"

"understand!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Daolingxia immediately realized what was happening. She nodded solemnly, got up quickly, and locked the bewildered little Jack in the kitchen without saying a word.

Immediately afterwards, the woman took a deep breath, bit her cherry lips lightly, decisively pulled off her shawl, and with her hands reaching behind her, she suddenly pulled, and the green dress slipped off her graceful body, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin.

"stop!"

The incident happened so suddenly that Samael, who was almost blinded by the light, quickly raised his hand to stop Liu Daolingxia's actions.

"That was not what I meant……"

That's not what I meant?

Is it...

"No! That child is too young!"

Following the man's gaze, Liu Daolingxia looked at the locked kitchen door behind her. Her expression changed slightly, like a mother hen protecting her chicks. She hurriedly spread her arms, shook her head repeatedly, and tried her best to promote herself.

"I can do it! I can do anything! I guarantee you'll be very comfortable!"

Immediately, as if to verify the truth of her words, the woman, with a look of resignation to her fate, decisively pounced on him.

"Be honest with me!"

Unbearable

Samael, with a judo throw, tossed the almost naked woman onto the bed, his face dark as he tossed her clothes aside and threatened her menacingly.

"Get dressed, now! Right now! Otherwise, I'll throw you out the window and let everyone see!"

Holding her clothes, Liu Daolingxia nodded repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice under the thunderous rage, hurriedly shrinking into a corner and rustling as she put on her coat.

Am I that thirsty?

Samael looked at Liu Daolingxia, who had finally calmed down, and muttered a few complaints to himself with a dark face.

However, considering the woman's profession and his own initiative in fishing, the ancient snake simply rolled his eyes, too lazy to argue, and decisively made his request.

"Aren't you going to Tulifas? Perfect, we're going the same way. I can take you with me, but in return, from now on, all your actions will be at my command. Understand?"

"understand!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Daolingxia, who was dressing with her back to Samael, was startled and instinctively turned around, straightening her body to respond.

As his hands loosened, the bra, which was not yet fastened, fell off again, revealing her proud curves, which leaped straight into Samael's view.

That was a very gentle kind of love.

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Chapter Thirty-Four: Taking a Gamble, From Bicycle to Motorcycle (4.5k)

Several days later, in a desolate cemetery on the outskirts of Romania.

A cold wind blew, and the fog rolled in, creating a white expanse. Frost and dew were heavy, and autumn was deepening.

"Sir, what brings us here?"

Lingxia, who was shivering slightly, rubbed her hands together to generate a tiny bit of warmth. She squatted down and took Xiao Jack's cold hands, who was sneezing, in her hands to warm them. She couldn't help but turn around and ask him a question.

"call……"

Samael answered calmly, while crushing the magic crystal in his hand and using the magic-rich powder to draw a magic circle diagram for summoning spirits on the ground.

Could it be that he is also the Master of this Holy Grail War?

This scene reminded Liu Dao Lingxia of the memory of almost being sacrificed alive by Sagara Hyoma in the basement, and a bad feeling welled up in her heart.

Although she felt some psychological resistance and fear, the woman still stood obediently to the side, signaling to her daughter, Little Jack, to release the gray mist, seal off the entire cemetery, and guard the surroundings for the man in front of her.

It seems to be a marvelous talent; she always possesses an inexplicable keenness and intuition when it comes to choosing certain answers.

For example, if you obediently follow this man, your chances of survival will greatly increase.

Any futile resistance could lead to a devastating outcome.

Every time Liu Daolingxia recalls the fierce battle that took place in the rented room that day, she can't help but agree.

"It's done!"

At this moment, as the final stroke of the magic circle was completed, Samael snapped his fingers, satisfied, and placed the wood fragment from the briefcase in the center of the magic circle. He then stepped back, stood up, clenched his fist, and began to chant an incantation.

In a moment, the engraved divine runes hummed and trembled, the light patterns intertwined, the ether flowed, a strong wind howled, and a crimson pillar of light spiraled upward.

"Qiang!"

As a sheathed greatsword plunged into the rocky ground, the interwoven bands of light were shattered by the surging magic. A knight wearing a horned helmet and heavy silver armor stepped out of the magic circle and stood before the summoner.

Click——!

With a crisp metallic clang, the knight's helmet armor automatically retracted, revealing a rebellious girl with a short golden ponytail and signature green eyes. She proudly raised her head, looked at the figure before her with a mocking expression, and said coldly and solemnly.

“My name is Mordred, the only legitimate successor to King Arthur Pendragon. I ask you, boy, is it you who summoned me?”

At the same time, the girl's hands gripped the sword hilt, and her rebellious gaze darted back and forth between the man's abdomen and neck, full of ill intent.

Incidentally, due to the revival of the divine age, many gods and heroes have awakened in modern society.

Therefore, the field of spirit summoning has become a notoriously high-risk profession.

It's not that you can't summon an object.

However, once the main entity is summoned through a catalyst, the magic's ability to suppress the summoned entity is quite limited.

The key is whether the summoner can reach an agreement and establish a contract with the opponent.

This situation is similar to the "demon summoning" recorded in the secret scriptures of the Holy Church.

To succeed, one must not only inscribe a suppression spell to ensure the summoner's safety beforehand, but also prepare conditions and a corresponding contract that will satisfy the demon.

Otherwise, the absence of any one of these elements could lead to the summoner's death and annihilation.

First, without the Suppression Spell, one's own safety cannot be guaranteed. If the summoned object has a bad temper, it may kill the other party at any time and then leave. The next stage of negotiation would be out of the question. The Command Spell can barely be considered a kind of one.

Secondly, if the conditions do not satisfy the summoned party, the other party can refuse the trade.

Finally, even without a legally binding contract, the other party can break their verbal promise midway, kill the Master, steal the tribute and benefits, and run away again.

After all, flipping tables and double-crossing are among the characteristics of evil.

While some heroes and gods are benevolent, they often engage in murder and robbery as well.

Therefore, to drive them to

It would require risking one's life and paying a heavy price.

A notable example is a few years ago when an American spiritual society, in a moment of madness, used mysterious items that their ancestors had stolen from Native Americans to conduct random summoning.

As a result, this group of arrogant Anssa barbarians summoned Shurotl, the Mayan god of monsters, misfortune, disease, and deformities.

Ultimately, the hundred or so wizards of the spiritual society all died suddenly, and the out-of-control evil god slaughtered tens of thousands of Americans in the vicinity.

Fortunately, this happened in a sparsely populated area. If it had occurred in a densely populated area on the west coast, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Moreover, if Kukulkan hadn't intervened urgently to reseal the rampaging Aztec dark god, the death toll would likely have been several times higher.

Therefore, illegal summoning has always been a taboo subject.

One very obvious observation is that the death rate of the necromancy magicians at the Clock Tower has skyrocketed in recent years, and their numbers have visibly decreased. Some have passed away, and others have changed careers.

Of course, you can always take a gamble and turn a bicycle into a motorcycle.

High risk also means high reward.

If the summoning is successful and a contract is established with the summoned person, it will be an immeasurable treasure for both the individual and the entire magical family.

The conflict between the Yggdrasil family and the Mage's Association arose because the Yggdrasil family, through technology obtained from an unknown source, organized an unrecorded Holy Grail War, conducted large-scale séances, and launched an unannounced war to eliminate spies belonging to the Mage's Association within Romania.

So, whether it was to maintain order, to seize this special legacy, or to emphasize who was the boss in Western Europe, the Clock Tower's high-ranking officials, enraged, immediately formed a punitive force to teach the rebellious Thousand World Tree family a lesson.

However, according to the information reported by the scout before his death, the Thousand World Tree Clan's spirit summoning was unprecedentedly successful, and it seems that they had attracted a bunch of extraordinary heroic spirits to help them.

Therefore, considering that it is difficult for human beings to fight against heroic spirits, this expeditionary force needs to summon heroic spirits in the same way to have a chance of winning.

However, due to the high risks and the shortage of spirit summoning talent, the Magic Association had no choice but to bring in some outside help.

For example, the agents who assist the Holy Church, and the bounty hunters who come to work for the Dark Council.

Samael, who borrowed the identity of the Lion Clan, belongs to the latter category.

"Kid, I'm talking to you, are you deaf?!"

At this moment, the rebellious knight, who had been suddenly summoned, raised his eyebrows, his displeasure intensifying. His wide green eyes radiated intense malice, and he was clearly on the verge of exploding.

"Jack!"

Seeing that the summoned servant seemed to be showing signs of backlash, Liu Dao Lingxia's expression changed slightly, and she immediately called her daughter to come forward and help.