The young man named Nicholas reached out and took the registration book from Father Fawn's hand, turned to the page that Hardy had signed previously, and then waved away the barrier that blocked the first two lines of words.
What came into view was not the names of other Masters, but two lines of incantations written in advance. Nicholas chanted in a low voice, and saw ripples on the paper, with criss-crossing ink lines emerging, forming a map.
appearance.
On a street on the map, a dark ink dot was moving in a certain direction, with the word "Hardy" marked next to it.
"It's such an incredible magic trick, I'm amazed every time I see it."
Father Fawn withdrew his gaze, with an expression of admiration on his face.
"Then what should we do? Get rid of him first and take away the Command Seal?"
"Not in a hurry."
Nicholas shook his head and stretched out his hand to brush off the ink on it. The criss-crossing lines disappeared and returned to the appearance of ordinary paper.
"I will go back and collect this person's information first, and then make a plan. Moreover, the Holy Grail War has undergone such big changes this time, most of the information we have is no longer useful, and everything has become unknown.
, at this time we need someone to open up something for us, how do you say that..."
He paused, thought for a moment, and then gently clapped his hands.
"The son of a rich man will not sit in the palace."
"What about the proverbs about the yellow-skinned monkey?"
Father Fawn had a strange expression on his face, more like sarcasm.
"What's so praiseworthy about those yellow-skinned monkeys?"
"No, no, Sangrede, this is different."
Nicholas shook his head and showed a meaningful smile.
"Many people hate pigs, but most people can't refuse delicacies made from pork. In the same way, although I also hate those yellow-skinned monkeys, even monkeys can create valuable things."
"snort……"
Father Fawn snorted softly and didn't care about Nicholas' words. Of course, Nicholas didn't care either.
He knew his collaborator's character well, and he never expected the other party to change.
"Holy Grail..."
Nicholas turned his head and looked out the window, narrowed his eyes slightly, and let out a heartfelt sigh.
He stared at the seven tall towers that reached the sky, stretched out his hand, and held it, as if he was holding the seven tall towers and the city in the sky in his palm.
"It's really fascinating."
"I heard that the Holy Grail can grant all wishes and is a universal wishing machine. Is this true?"
Father Fawn suddenly asked.
"Isn't this Holy Grail provided by your Holy Church? You should know better than me whether it can grant wishes."
Nicholas withdrew his gaze and asked.
"Feel sorry."
Sangre de Fane spread his hands, showing a helpless expression.
"I have just served as the supervisor of this Holy Grail War. I only know that the Church and the Magic Association held the first Holy Grail War ten years ago, in 1991."
"There was no winner in that Holy Grail War, so the Holy Grail was left in Tokyo to continue to absorb magic power. It was not long ago that it was filled with magic power to the point where it could hold a Holy Grail War again."
"As for the specific information about the Holy Grail, I don't have the right to read it. The right to read those materials requires the bishop level, and I am just a little priest."
"Forget it, it doesn't matter what the Holy Grail is, as long as it can truly fulfill my wish."
Nicholas shook his head and did not continue to inquire. Sangrede also had a secret of his own, and he did not intend to ask. After all, everyone had a secret of their own, and he was no exception.
"The universal wishing machine, huh..."
Father Fawn smiled, but there was a bit of indifference in his smile.
He never believed that there was a so-called universal wishing machine in the world. It was just a fantasy pursued by struggling people.
There are so many expectations now, and how painful it will be when you wake up from the dream. It must be a very interesting scene, and he is looking forward to it very much.
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As a famous magic family in the Clock Tower of the Magic Association, the Harris family once had a glorious history. In its most prosperous period, it was even comparable to those monarch families who controlled the Clock Tower.
But that was a few centuries ago. With the development of the times, the Harris family inevitably entered into decline, especially half a century ago when it was forced to be involved in a world-scale war.
A heavy blow to the already declining Harris family.
As the current head of the Harris family, Nicholas Harris has vowed to restore the glory of the Harris family since he was a child.
However, this is not something that can be solved by simply talking. It can even be said to be as difficult as climbing to the sky. The biggest resistance does not come from within the family itself, but from the Magic Association Clock Tower.
Facing the increasingly weakened Harris family, many famous magic families are eyeing it, waiting for it to continue to weaken, and then eat it. Even the weakened Harris family is enough to make other people eat a lot.
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In order to revitalize his family, Nicholas even secretly cooperated with the Holy Church and participated in the Holy Grail War, relying on the power of the universal wishing machine.
If the Magic Association knew about it, the Harris family would probably disappear from history immediately, but if they didn't, it would only be a matter of time before the situation ended like this.
Nicholas believed that instead of passively waiting for that day to come, it would be better to take the initiative. However, his father, the previous head of the family, did not agree with his approach, which was almost a gamble on life.
He believes that the Harris family still has time and space to maneuver, and revival is not impossible. Cooperation with the church is too risky, and is essentially seeking the skin of a tiger.
Of course, his objections were of no use, because he had become the previous head of the family and his body was buried in a grave. No one would care about the opinions of the dead.
It was Nicholas who killed his father with his own hands, but he did not regret it because it was a necessary sacrifice on the road to reviving the family.
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Hardy, who was walking on the roadside, suddenly raised his head and scanned the surroundings with sharp eyes. The light of magic filled his eyes, which was a sign that the magic eye was open.
"Oh, oh, Master, is a strong wind going to blow?"
The ups and downs of the voice sounded in his mind. He subconsciously ignored the violation and asked his followers.
"How's it going, caster, have you felt the breath of other servants?"
"No, but even if there are followers, I can't help. Who makes me a useless follower?"
"No one is worthless, and existence is reasonable."
"Oh, these are very philosophical words. The person who can say such words must be a powerful philosopher. I really want to see it."
"Then I'm afraid you will be disappointed. That guy has been dead for who knows how long."
He casually replied that after scanning for a week, Haas closed his magic eye, pulled down his hood, quickened his pace, and merged into the crowd.