Type-Moon, the Path of a Magician

He turned his head to look at the shadows, raised his hand and summoned back several other blue butterflies. It was by following the guidance of these butterflies that he successfully found this place and discovered the secret hidden in this cemetery.

But another person living here apparently found him too.

Xia Yuan turned his eyes slightly and looked in a direction in the shadows. Then, an old man who had passed through the dense forest and walked past the cemetery slowly walked out of the night.

His face could not be seen clearly, for he was covered in a layer of darkness, and the smell of death hung over him like a dusk mist. There was no sense of life in him either, this was the smell of someone who often dealt with death, just like Ulysses.

"Mr. Magician, this is not the place you should be treading."

"Let's go back. We gravekeepers have our own mission and persistence. We don't want to have anything to do with the Magic Association."

His figure was like darkness, and his voice was like cold wind echoing in the night, but his words were much more indifferent and unquestionable.

"That child is right. Please take your companions and leave here. Don't disturb the peaceful sleep here."

As soon as he finished speaking, the magic power in the ground veins under the old gravekeeper's feet began to flow rapidly, and the magic circuit under the black robe started to operate, and a faint light emerged.

This is a warning.

If Xia Yuan dares to mess around on this sacred land, he will immediately take action to maintain the peace.

This is the duty of a grave keeper.

only……

"Interesting. You actually connected the cemetery to the earth veins and connected it to yourself, turning the entire cemetery into your magic battlefield. That's quite a big deal."

"This technique is a hundred times more powerful than the magic workshops that are popular today. Is it the magic of the Age of Gods passed down by Morgan le Fay? It really should not be underestimated."

Xia Yuan looked at the old gravekeeper who was currently on edge and did not feel afraid. Instead, he spoke slowly and calmly.

"You just said that you have something you must uphold, but what is the truth about that thing?"

"A king's body, a sacred tomb, an elaborate ceremony, a return across time? The story of Avalon and King Arthur?"

Hearing Xia Yuan slowly revealing the hidden truth, the old gravekeeper's pupils under his robe couldn't help but shrink, and his confident and serious expression was broken at this moment.

"Who are you?! Why do you know these secrets?!"

"Why? This kind of thing is really hard to explain, but there is no need to explain. You just need to answer me, yes or no."

Xia Yuan spoke casually, looking at the barrier cage that suddenly rose under his feet, without any change in his expression.

"I don't know where you got this information from, but please stay here for a while."

Under intense pressure and threats, the old gravekeeper chose to strike first and suppressed Xia Yuan using magic formations.

The unsuspecting Xia Yuan was easily captured by him, and things went so smoothly.

However, even after confirming that Xia Yuan was indeed trapped in the barrier, the old gravekeeper's face did not relax at all, and that kind of restless uneasiness still flowed in his heart.

I always feel like something is going to happen.

“I’m sorry, I may have scared you, old man.

I didn't expect that a simple exchange would make you so nervous. This is my fault."

The old gravekeeper didn't answer, and Xia Yuan didn't care.

Then, he turned his gaze and looked at the barrier that enveloped him, with a blue light flickering slightly under his eyes.

He appeared in front of the barrier, then stretched out a hand and casually touched the barrier of the lower barrier.

"Stupid, don't touch it!"

Xia Yuan's reckless behavior frightened the old gravekeeper, who quickly spoke up to stop him. The power of this barrier was no joke, and he didn't really want to kill Xia Yuan.

But Xia Yuan ignored him and still reached out and touched it gently.

hum-

A strange noise.

As soon as he touched the barrier, the originally extremely quiet barrier immediately began to ripple. The blue flame ignited from the barrier, as if attached to the bone, immediately wrapped around Xia Yuan's palm, trying to penetrate into it and burn it.

Xia Yuan recognized this flame. It was a ghost fire from the soul. It mostly came from cemeteries or places where the undead were rampant. It was something that necromancers and necromancers often dealt with.

"The cemetery and the will-o'-the-wisp are a perfect combination," he said.

Such flames would cause damage to the soul. If an ordinary magician were touched by them, he would be in excruciating pain.

However, igniting the flame of the soul was obviously a bit ridiculous for him.

The true fire of the soul is hidden deep in his soul.

And my own soul is not so easy to burn.

Soon, powerful magic power gushed out, directly suppressing and dispersing the spreading strange flames. Xia Yuan withdrew his hand and looked at the old gravekeeper with an unchanged smile.

"Don't worry. The flames of decay cannot ignite a new soul."

Witnessing this horrifying operation, the old gravekeeper could not help but take a few steps back, unable to calm down.

After the simple touch just now, Xia Yuan has seen through the essence of this barrier.

He pondered and said, "So that's how it is. With a special connection method and a special barrier, it is combined with the entire earth vein of the entire Bramokya Cemetery, so that this barrier is deeply embedded in the entire earth vein."

"If you want to break this barrier head-on, you must completely destroy the entire magic position in an instant, or even break through the magic power of the entire earth vein below. It is really an extremely exquisite barrier design. Compared with this, the protective barrier that the clock tower is so proud of can be said to be as fragile as paper."

"Should I say this is truly a superb method left behind by the God-era Witch Morgan le Fay? It's really eye-opening. If I have the chance, I really want to have an in-depth exchange with her."

After completing the analysis, he was still smiling, and didn't seem to think the barrier was that tricky.

The so-called magic power of breaking through the earth veins seemed to be within his reach while chatting and laughing.

"Although I can't use the ley lines of the earth to create such an ingenious barrier like that witch, but... compared to creation, destruction is actually much easier."

"So, please pay attention, Mr. Gravekeeper. I will only demonstrate it once, so that you and the Witch of Kamishiro Island can see what overwhelming power is."

Xia Yuan did not care about the drastic change in the old gravekeeper's expression. He just raised his hand to summon out the Moon Spirit Marrow Liquid hidden in his sleeve, and then held the condensed silver sword in his hand as a carrier to cast magic power.

Then he raised it high, and then swung it down gently.

The sword that fell did not have extremely fast speed nor terrifying power. It was so ordinary that it was unbelievable.

That was a sword that even a child could easily swing.

However, in the eyes of the old gravekeeper, the fall of this sword was so suffocating that he could not help but stare with wide eyes at the mercury sword blade that was getting closer and closer to the barrier of the enchantment.

All I heard was a "buzz!"

The tip of the Mercury Sword actually pierced steadily into the barrier, then suddenly increased its speed, and in an instant it actually broke through the barrier.

The entire hill where the Brahmokya Cemetery was located shook violently at this moment.

Then there was a loud "bang", like the sound of a mirror shattering, and the entire sophisticated barrier and the silver sword exploded into pieces on the spot.

"How can it be?!"

The old gravekeeper was startled by the sudden shattering. The fragments flew so fast that he had no time to dodge. In an instant, bright red blood spurted out from many parts of his body.

The moment the fragments flew towards him, the terrifying magic power released by Xia Yuan had already shattered them, completely turning them into magic powder, which then floated away in the air.

"See, as long as you find the right method, breaking the barrier is as easy as drinking a glass of water."

He spread his hands and spoke calmly, then smiled at the frightened old gravekeeper.

"Now, can you sit down and have a good talk with me, old man?"

"…Do I have any choice?"

"What do you say?"

Xia Yuan smiled.

Chapter 91: The Ghost Imprisoned Here

Because of Xia Yuan’s sudden disappearance, Altria searched the forest anxiously for a long time.

I was so immersed in my own memories that I ignored the Master's movements. This was really a dereliction of duty.

Feeling the explosion coming from somewhere in the forest and the rising column of magic light, Artoria immediately set off to rush over.

When she arrived at a place in the forest that had been blown to pieces by Xia Yuan as quickly as possible.

The King of Britain, who had been sleeping for a thousand years, finally met her subjects again.

"Great King Arthur... is it really you? After fifteen hundred years, you have awakened again from the tomb of your ideals."

Looking at Altria appearing in front of him, the old gravekeeper's calm face was finally moved.

He immediately prostrated himself and knelt before the returning king, his posture like a loyal subject, his eyes full of reverence.

"…Are you also a gravekeeper?"

Looking at the devout old gravekeeper kneeling in front of her, Altria asked.

Xia Yuan had already explained to her about this village that existed for her when he came here, so it was not difficult to guess the identity of this old man.

Coupled with this fanaticism and worship, he is undoubtedly a believer prepared by his sister for herself. Just like that girl, they are all poor people bound by King Arthur.

"Yes, great king, my name is Belsak Brakmoya, and I am also the gravekeeper of this generation."

"Get up, old man."

She waved her hand in comfort.

"I am King Arthur, Altria Pendragon. But I am only a former king. My Great Britain has disappeared for 1,500 years."

"The era of King Arthur has long ended. Now I am just Altria."

She has really let it go this time.

"No, you will always be our king, the ideal king we follow!"

The old gravekeeper's tone remained firm.

"Both the gravekeepers and the ancestors who inherited the king's bloodline are waiting for your return."

"I……"

Before Altria could say something else, Xia Yuan interrupted her thoughts.

"Don't waste your words on him, Altria. I have already tried to communicate with him before coming here."

"But the old man was adamant and refused to answer any questions. It was not until I brought you out that he was moved. Their minds have been imprisoned by Morgan le Fay. In their hearts, King Arthur is their pillar and god, and this is difficult to change."

Xia Yuan continued, "So, you can ask directly as King Arthur, asking where Morgan le Fay is, and Gray, and the location of the hidden tomb in this village. Let's go there and take a look ourselves."

As he spoke, Xia Yuan glanced at the old gravekeeper again: "You can't disobey King Arthur's orders, right?"

"it is good."

Artoria sighed, stopped, and looked at the figure in front of her.

The old gravekeeper sighed.

He stood up, with a hint of helplessness on his old face.

"Great King Arthur, if this is your order, then... obey."

……

……

King Arthur's gravekeeper.

The name comes from the source, as its meaning suggests, and refers to the person who guards the tomb of the great king who conquered this land and ruled Great Britain thousands of years ago.

This place is different from the conceptual tomb of King Arthur. The tomb here is the real tomb of King Arthur, the legendary ideal hometown of Avalon.

The origin of the gravekeeper is not that he was a subject or descendant of King Arthur.

Their identities and missions all originate from the God-age witch, Morgan le Fay, the legendary sister of King Arthur.

Although it is unorthodox, everyone is guarding the tomb of the great king and looking forward to the return of King Arthur.

They all dedicated their lives and meaning to the king whom they had never met and who did not even know of their existence.

Consider yourself as the true guardians of the King's tomb.

"Have you really been guarding here for a thousand years? Just to protect the failed king who failed to save Britain..."

At this point, Altria's tone was a little depressed. Although she had let go of her obsession with the help of Xia Yuan, the sadness of the memories could not disappear.

"Please don't say that. This is the duty and honor of a gravekeeper."