Magician in Type-Moon

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It is important to know that the carbonization process of organic matter is inevitable over time.

It has remained unchanged for 2300 years, which is amazing enough.

But that's it.

Even when Matouchi used his Deconstruction Magic Eye to observe, all he got was "ordinary tree branches".

This may also be why Barzan categorized it as junk.

Perhaps only a magician with a background in the eleventh discipline, archaeology, could decipher its secrets and recognize what it really is.

Then there are the materials that Balzan named as the monsters and mythical beasts in the slaughterhouse.

All things considered, selling it for tens of millions of dollars shouldn't be a problem.

This should wipe out the debt owed to Orange, and there might even be a considerable surplus.

The final haul should consist of a few items that could be considered relics, and a letter left by the buyer.

It's worth mentioning that the buyer's name is familiar to Matou Ike.

It was none other than the Dean of the Department of Modern Magic—Hartles.

Judging from the transaction records left by Barzan, the academic minister and he had done quite a few deals.

The items specified were all relics of Iskandar.

"Is this guy trying to summon a royal army?"

Matouchi made this connection for no apparent reason.

......

Time slowly passed to the fourth day after Webber and Melvin left.

There is only one day left before the transaction deadline.

Matouchi has already booked her return flight.

He planned to leave tomorrow if he didn't see anyone; he didn't have time to waste any more time.

"Damn it, they're not really going to come on the last day, are they?" he muttered to himself, rubbing his temples.

He had already seen through his vision of the future that he could take the Magic Furnace Core back to Guanbuzi City, which is why he was willing to wait.

......

The last rays of the setting sun streamed in through the broken windows of the ruined tower, casting shadows on the cold stone walls.

A strong wind swept across the ground where Matouchi stood.

"This is it! We've found it!"

A familiar sound fell from the sky.

In an instant, two figures fell from the sky, but judging from their comical appearance, they seemed to have been thrown down.

"Waaaaah! Help!"

In mid-air, even emergency braking was useless. Webber and Melvin plummeted like they were on a roller coaster, tears welling in their eyes as they cried out.

"I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!"

Matou Ike looked at the two figures hurtling towards him and twitched the corner of his mouth.

Raising his hand signifies that the enhanced magic has covered his arm.

He easily caught two magicians who were nearly killed by falling from a great height.

Matou Ike nodded slightly, noticing that the impact of the two guys colliding with him was unusually light, and that the three of them floated around after Waver chanted a short section of "One Count" before the collision!

It's probably some kind of magic trick involving controlling inertia.

Although it started with just a small section, it must have been using some kind of protective charm.

"Looks like this guy has improved a bit." Matou Ike looked at Waver Velvet, who had been put down by him and was now bent over and vomiting.

Being able to perform magic while falling is something many high-level magicians cannot do, since releasing magic requires extreme concentration.

"Oh my, so you're the magician who wants to buy the last remaining precious assets of the El-Melloi family?"

The last sentence was not spoken by someone on the ground.

The accusatory voices continued to echo from above.

A charming and delightful character emerged from the helicopter that had landed on the ground.

The most striking feature was her bright blonde hair, reminiscent of a porcelain doll's fair skin. Then, she gracefully adjusted her skirt and walked up to Matou Ike.

“Reines El-Melloi Archizorti, the key person in this deal, is here to negotiate with you.”

"Hmm, did you bring the things?" Matou Ike asked directly after only glancing at her.

Such a straightforward answer seemed to leave the child, who looked to be only six years old, somewhat at a loss.

The girl's delicate lips revealed a hint of timidity, like pink flower petals glistening with dew.

It's hard to imagine that the guy in front of you is the one who threw Webber and Melvin directly off the helicopter.

Although she didn't do it herself.

Matou Ike looked at the trembling blonde girl and asked:

"Are you scared? You were the one who had those two guys dumped, weren't you? I initially thought you would take a relatively tough stance in this deal."

"...Well...after all, I saw a handsome guy I liked, so I felt a little embarrassed."

The change of topic was rather abrupt; though she was clearly terrified, she refused to show her fear, which is commendable.

However, Matou Ike also discovered the reason for the girl's change of attitude.

The Mystic Eyes of Reines El-Melloi Archizorti lit up, her eyes flashing with a fiery light.

It must have sensed the intensity of the magic power that leaked out when it released the enhancement magic to catch Waver and Melvin.

Then she realized that her own guards were no match for her, so she...

Fearing the danger of assassination, they felt that everyone looked like a criminal trying to steal their property.

As Matou Ike was thinking this, Melvin, who was standing next to her, suddenly started vomiting blood, which not only successfully attracted everyone's attention but also successfully brought the atmosphere back to normal.

Simply a win-win!

As he coughed up blood, he said to Matou Ike:

“We have brought the items, but this lady seems to have some other conditions she would like to discuss with you.”

Chapter 318 The Night Before

Matou Ike has already boarded a flight back to Japan.

Although the deal with the El-Melloi family had some twists and turns, it was still relatively smooth.

They also learned a lot of information about the clock tower.

After getting to know each other a little better, the brat named Reines revealed her devilish nature.

But Matouike quickly forgot about those things.

Because we have already obtained what we needed.

The thing to do now is to calmly prepare for the decisive battle in Guanbu City.

However, the destination of this flight was still Fuyuki, because Matou Ike wanted to check whether the task he had entrusted to Angela Mainyu had been completed.

......

"You're really making things too difficult for me!!"

Angra Mainyu poked his head out of a pool of filthy black mud and said angrily.

To this, Kiriichi simply patted his head, then squatted down and picked up a clod of mud the size of a fingernail with his fingertip to examine it closely.

There's nothing wrong with the quality.

But the quantity...

"How much more is needed?" Matou Ike asked.

"One-third, I've only finished one-third so far!"

Angra Mainyu replied.

Matou Ike frowned upon hearing this. This was half the expected amount. If they failed to conquer Babylon this time, even the first step of their plan would likely fail.

"If you have enough magic power, can you prepare all the black mud within the next two days?"

"Of course, no problem. If it weren't for Old Man Dennis guarding the Great Grail and not letting me use it, I would have flooded the entire Fuyuki for you, let alone this little bit of black mud."

Matou Ike twitched the corner of his mouth, not paying much attention to Angra Mainyu's rude remarks, and simply directed the swarm of insects to move the magic core that had been traded from the El-Melloi family.

"Is there enough magic in here?"

Following Matouchi's voice, Angra Mainyu looked toward the magical core that had been transported by the swarm of insects.

It was a complex and exquisite magical costume, with a vast and pure magical power surging within it like a star core.

Angra Mainyu, swimming in the black mud, stared at it greedily, his eyes like those of a thirsty snake seeing water.

"Oh... this thing is really good." He licked his lips. "Where did you get this thing? It's more than enough, and there's even an overflow of magical power, but..."

"But what?"

Matou Ike was somewhat puzzled.

"Well, judging by the magic output speed of this thing, it probably won't be able to be completed in two days..." Angra Mainyu replied somewhat awkwardly, his surprise still lingering on his face.

After all, even he knew how expensive this kind of thing was, so it was only natural that he would react that way.

"Is the output rate not enough?" Matou Ike lowered his head, pondering a solution. "What if we ignore its output rate and just brute force it?"

"Hmm?! In that case, we can make it in time." Angra Mainyu paused for a moment, looked up at Matou Ike, and said, "But this treasure will be ruined! Even the wealthiest families wouldn't be able to accumulate a Mystic Code of this level in less than several decades, right?"

Upon hearing this, Matou Ike almost laughed. When did this guy become so greedy?

Although he himself felt a bit of a stomachache when he heard that it would be scrapped.