Type-Moon, the Path of a Magician

"Watch carefully, Waver." Kenneth's mouth curled up slightly, "See how the real El-Melloi makes the Magician Killer's greatest secret a joke! Lancer."

"My Lord, what do you want?"

"Go to the Fuyuki City Police Station and buy some bulletproof vests and blast shields. Next time we meet, I will completely defeat that despicable magician killer."

"As ordered."

Finn turned into light and left.

Chapter 25: The Name of El-Melloi

"Not bad. You have mastered it in such a short time. I have to commend you. You are indeed talented in illusion."

Merlin stood up while tasting the wine.

Looking at the group of blue butterflies flying in front of him, he couldn't help but praise Xia Yuan's cultivation speed.

"Although I have imparted all the knowledge about illusion to you through dreams, I still didn't expect that you could achieve this level in just one night." Merlin raised his hand and touched his chin, asking with some confusion.

"Have you ever been exposed to illusion before?"

Illusion?

Do Mirror Flowers, Water Moon and Bie Tian Shen count?

"No, I just started to study it in the past few months after I got the magic seal. After all, for me, illusion requires the least amount of magic power and is the easiest to trigger."

"The smallest and easiest to trigger? That's right. The butterfly of the butterfly magic itself has the characteristics of illusion, and the knowledge stored in the magic seal is also my credit, so it is indeed the best choice for you."

"But the speed of mastering it is still too fast... What's going on?"

Merlin, feeling something was amiss, pondered for a while, but in the end he was too lazy to think about it anymore and chose to attribute it to his talent.

"You did very well today, for a human being." Merlin smiled, moved closer, and stared at his face seriously.

"But I still have some doubts."

"What's going on? Although I had a strange feeling at the beginning? But it's not that deep. The more I get in touch with it, the stranger it feels. I always feel that your soul is a little mixed, as if it is mixed with some foreign matter. I can't explain this feeling."

"Foreign matter? What is that? Do you mean that something has been mixed into my soul? Will this affect me?"

"I can't say for sure. Maybe it's because of the special nature of Foreigners, or maybe it's some other reason. I don't know the details."

"After all, I am only meeting you in my dreams now. I have to examine you in person to understand your specific condition. But since you have lived for such a long time and nothing abnormal has been found, then there should be nothing wrong, at least not in the short term."

"Should?!" Xia Yuan was stunned and looked at the unreliable Merlin with a face full of doubt.

"Don't look at me with such distrust. There's nothing I can do about it. Although I have clairvoyance, I can only see the present, not the future, and I don't have the ability to see through the essence. It's already great that I can detect the abnormality of your soul."

"If we let Gilgamesh and Solomon take a look, they should be able to find something. Their clairvoyance is better than mine."

Gilgamesh, Solomon?

"Are you sure I can come back alive after seeing Gilgamesh?"

"Ah, then after the Holy Grail War is over, go to the Clock Tower and tell my name to find Kishua Zelrich Schubin-aug. Ask him to help you. Although he is a little unreliable, his magic skills are still very impressive. I have some friendship with him."

Kishua Zelrich Xubain-Ogu——Jewel Master, the second-best magician, and the ruthless man who defeated Zhu Yue. Of course, he also knew this great magic marshal.

However, the magicians in the Type-Moon world all have some issues with their brains, and the more outstanding the magician is, the sicker he is.

Bao Shi Weng's biggest hobby is magical girls. He likes to turn young and beautiful girls into his favorite magical girls. He is essentially a despicable person.

If it was this person, he could indeed help me. But how could a scumbag like Merlin be friends with him?

It is true that birds of a feather flock together. It seems that scumbags are attracted to each other.

"Hmm? I have a feeling you're thinking of something very rude."

"No, I was just thinking about the fact that you are a scumbag."

"How horrible! He can say such outrageous words without changing his expression."

"Heh," Xia Yuan chuckled, "Do you care about reputation? After all, your name is known in Britain and even in Valhalla, and everyone knows that you are a scumbag."

"How can it be so exaggerated? Brother Merlin, I am loved by everyone even in Britain. Uh, don't look at me like an insect. I admit that my reputation is not so good, but it doesn't matter."

Merlin waved at him as he spoke.

"Don't worry. From now on, I will enter your dream on time every day to teach you, and provide you with the information I have collected with my clairvoyance to support you."

"Although I am better at swordsmanship than magic that is troublesome to chant and may cause you to bite your tongue, it is not a problem for me to guide a novice magician like you."

"But please be prepared, because my next instruction will not be easy."

"Of course I know that it is not so easy to gain power in this world. If there is a reward, there must be a price to pay." Xia Yuan naturally understood that there is no such thing as a free lunch.

Even the blessings and power that heroes in mythology receive from gods actually have a price tag attached to them.

"Very good, you seem very energetic. Next, I will use stricter guidance than Altria to hone you and make you a true hero quickly. Be prepared, young man."

Merlin laughed, but this time it was not the frivolous smile from before, but a very happy smile, like a big kid who got a new toy.

I just wonder how long he can play with this big toy he just got?

"Go back and think about the development plan of your magic. This is very important to you."

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Wake up...

The next day, Xia Yuan woke up from the warm bed and stretched lazily facing the morning sun.

However, the surrounding area is no longer the shabby base of the Fujimura Group, but a gorgeous, warm and exquisite room. It looks like it should be a good hotel.

"It's morning already—"

"Be prepared to say good morning. You have slept for ten hours and it is nine o'clock now." The Earl leaned back in his chair and looked in good spirits. After all, a Servant does not need to rest.

"Have you slept for so long? But my mind is still so tired."

There is no way. Although my body was sleeping last night, my soul practiced with Merlin in my dream all night.

Although he had rested physically, his mental fatigue did not disappear, which gave Xia Yuan a headache (physical level).

Although he really wanted to take a nap, the Holy Grail War was not the time to sleep, so he could not continue to stay in bed.

"By the way, where is this, Count? Am I not sleeping in the agreed warehouse?"

Glancing at Xia Yuan calmly, the Earl replied, "It's already been exposed. This is the Hyatt Hotel. I'll take you here to spend the night."

"Hotel? Wait, where is this?!" I suddenly had a bad feeling in my heart.

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"Master, is it going well?" In the spacious room, Finn stepped forward and asked as he saw Kenneth walking out of the workshop with a radiant look on his face.

"Humph, of course it's done. For the real El-Melloi, cracking this little trick is a piece of cake." Kenneth smiled very confidently, and then called out Weber, who was already physically and mentally exhausted after being an assistant all night.

"Yes... Mr. Kenneth."

A weak voice was heard, and Weber, with dark circles under his eyes, walked out of the workshop with a tired face. Compared to Kenneth's radiant look at the moment, he looked like he was about to burn out.

But Kenneth didn't care. Not every magician had the blessing of listening to a Lord-level lecturer's one-on-one tutoring for a whole night. Compared with the knowledge he gained, the effort Waver put in was nothing.

But after last night's study, he felt that Weber was not so annoying anymore.

Although he had mediocre bloodline and his magic circuits were of inferior quality, this kid's understanding of magic theory was beyond his expectations.

He answered all the questions I raised with ease, and he was even able to express his own opinions.

Compared to pragmatists like myself, people like Weber are more like theoretical researchers.

Compared to the Clock Tower, places like the Wandering Sea and Atlas Court might be more suitable for him.

"Boy, is this outfit the result of your entire night's research?" Iskandar tugged at Weber's new coat curiously.

"Yes, this dress is a special magic dress made by Teacher Kenneth. The whole dress is made of bulletproof material and incorporates many magic materials. It also has enough magic restrictions and auxiliary dresses set on it."

"In terms of functionality: the mercury inside can be used to adjust the body temperature and deceive night vision goggles; its own sturdiness, combined with the autonomous counterattack technique, can prevent bullets from shooting in, and can be used to prevent Kiritsugu Emiya from shooting from behind; by the way, it is also equipped with a lightning-type magic ritual that can simulate pulses and disable high-precision equipment on site. It also takes fire prevention, cold prevention, sand prevention, etc. into consideration..."

As Waver spoke, he extended his hand to show Iskandar the function of this [Anti-Emiya Kiritsugu] armor.

"Oh, it's really an amazing thing. If such useful clothes can be used to equip the army on a large scale, wouldn't they be invincible?" Rubbing his chin, Iskandar thought seriously.

"This thing is much more useful than those bulletproof vests and explosion-proof armors I've read about in books. It's decided. In the future, every member of my army will have one set!"

"It's not as simple as you think, idiot! This thing is a magic costume, and a very high-end magic costume at that." Weber rolled his eyes at him helplessly and said speechlessly.

"Not to mention the magic materials used to strengthen the enchantment, the craftsmanship involved alone is enough to make it difficult for most magicians to start. This is a complex magic gift that can only be made by top magicians. Where can you find a Lord to help you produce it continuously?"

After a fancy display, the function of this dress was finally demonstrated.

It is fireproof, waterproof, bullet-proof, can interfere with night vision goggles, and can destroy high-precision equipment. It can be said that it is the nemesis of Kiritsugu Emiya and even the entire modern technology.

If the craftsmanship and cost required for its production were not so outrageous and high, the spread of such an outrageous artifact would indeed be enough to affect the world's military system.

After last night's help, he finally understood what Iskandar meant by arrogance.

If it were him, even if he knew the principle of the origin bomb, he only knew how to make it, and had no idea how to counter it. However, Teacher Kenneth only spent one night to make a nearly perfect counter-attack outfit.

The gap was too big. No matter how unwilling he was to accept it, he had to admit that Teacher Kenneth completely crushed him both from an academic and practical perspective.

I once wanted to refute him, but maybe it was really a kind of extreme arrogance.

"Um...what's wrong Webber Wilster?"

Sensing Weber's disappointment, Kenneth snorted coldly.

"Are you going to give up on yourself after seeing the gap between yourself and a true genius? If that's all you have, then I really overestimated you. Since you have the potential to become El-Melloi, you must seize this opportunity, even if it's just a little bit. Don't insult this great family name. Do you understand?"

Looking at Kenneth's angry eyes, Weber was not afraid and responded firmly.

"Teacher... I didn't. I didn't give up. No matter how much you hate me, I won't give up. One day I will prove to you the paper I wrote!"

"Hahaha, little brat, you are worthy of being my Master. This is the right way. You can lose the fight but not the battle. Don't give up your desire to conquer."

"Rider...will you help me?"

"Of course. After all, you are my little Master. If I don't help you, who else should I help? When I obtain the Holy Grail, I will take you to conquer this planet together. Hahaha."

Kenneth: “?”

Veins popped out on Lemon's forehead.

This impolite Rider actually interrupted his sacred education time again and even dared to ignore him and started chatting over there.

However, he had no good way to deal with the King of Conquerors, Iskandar, who was fearless.

As a famous king in history, it is inevitable that he is arrogant and does things his own way, but this character really makes his blood pressure soar. Compared with this guy, the Lancer he summoned is simply countless times better.

They are both famous top heroes, so why is there such a big gap between them?

Kenneth sighed, then said in a deep voice: "Since you really listened to the lecture last night, you don't have to take off this dress. Keep it for self-defense."

"Is it really possible?" Weber looked at Kenneth in disbelief.

He witnessed the entire process of making this dress and of course knew how expensive this dress was. It was not a luxury item that a common magician like him could afford. Now, his teacher, with whom he had always been at odds, wanted to give it to him, so of course he couldn't believe it.

"Hmph, put on your clothes, Weber Wilster. As my student, Kenneth, even the worst one, you cannot be killed by those barbaric country magicians and bring shame to the El-Melloi classroom. Do you understand?!" Kenneth raised his voice and warned sternly.

"Save your life. Don't act recklessly. Be a student worthy of El-Melloi's classroom."

"Understood! Teacher Kenneth."

Waver shuddered with fear and answered subconsciously.

"Very well, now that you understand, take your annoying body and get out of my sight. With your tired appearance, the battle tonight will only hinder me."

"Okay, okay! Thank you, teacher."

Chapter 26: Transaction with the Monarch

——It’s a dream.

The dark dungeon has become a paradise for rats and maggots, and the heart-wrenching wails echo in the ears all the time.

Xia Yuan was very familiar with this scene. He returned to the prison tower again, but this time the protagonist was not himself, but him.

Looking at the destitute man imprisoned deep in the dungeon, Xia Yuan subconsciously wanted to reach out to him, but stopped.

"..."

He saw the wounded man crawling up tremblingly. There was no confusion in his eyes, and there was a fire burning in them.