Hardy sat up from the bed, wiped the sweat from his face, and shook his head slightly.
"Two towers have disappeared. What kind of magnificent stories have other masters experienced? I am really curious. If it is written into a story, it will definitely be very popular."
Caster said in a measured voice. He is a middle-aged man with a dark brown beard. His face can be said to be handsome. He is wearing a green dress-like trench coat. No matter how he looks, he looks polite.
Like a polite gentleman.
The premise is that if you just use it to watch.
William Shakespeare - this is the servant Hardy summoned in this Holy Grail War. Although he is a caster-class servant, he does not know magic at all, let alone making workshops and props. His own combat ability is equivalent to
No.
However, judging from the strength of the servant, as a world-famous writer, shouldn't he be ridiculously strong? Such strength and fame are really not matched.
But in Caster's own words, what he is best at is writing rather than fighting, so this is the case even if he is elevated to a Servant.
Although he summoned a useless servant who was basically unable to fight, Hardy did not vent his negative emotions towards Caster because of this. At least Caster could use the [Magic Addition] skill to strengthen himself and his equipment, so that he could possess
The ability to compete with other followers.
What's more, instead of trusting the summoned followers, he believed in himself more.
………
………
"Have two Masters already conquered the tower..."
Hardy rubbed his eyebrows and looked out the window. Sure enough, two towers had disappeared, leaving only five towers still standing there, and among these five, one belonged to him.
"You still can't underestimate other Masters and Servants."
He sighed softly, then left the bed and glanced around the room.
What comes into view is a room that looks very cheaply decorated. Some furniture has cracked and peeled paint, and there are black mold spots on the corners. In the golden eyes of the morning, you can see dust filling the air, and there is also a smell in the air.
A slightly weird smell.
All in all, to describe it in one word, it is "cheap".
Hardy took out the bento he bought at the convenience store last night from the package. He didn't care that it was cold, so he simply took it away and regarded it as his breakfast.
——Of course, lunch may also be included.
The place he lives in is a small cheap hotel in Ikebukuro District. The only advantage is that it is relatively close to his tower. There is a lot of traffic no matter day or night, and at least he doesn't have to worry about sneak attacks by other magicians.
Of course, this cheapness is relative. Compared with other wealthy magicians, Hardy's money is tight and he can only live in this kind of place.
Caster Shakespeare was relatively dissatisfied at first. After all, he was a world-famous playwright. Even if the place he lived in was not the king's castle, it couldn't be such a cheap place.
But later Hardy convinced Shakespeare by saying that "playwrights should have a variety of experiences to support their writing."
Of course, this is also inseparable from Hardy himself. After dreaming about his master's experience, he was very much looking forward to his master's ending. Unlike those mediocre masters, his master has some kind of tragic hero.
The colors can bring you a steady stream of inspiration.
He very much hopes that he can write another masterpiece, just like his previous works.
………
Dongdongdong——
There was a knock on the door of the room suddenly, and the boss's voice came from outside the door.
"Is Mr. Selt here? Someone sent you a letter."
Selt is the pseudonym used by Hardy to the outside world, but in a sense, it cannot be regarded as a pseudonym. Just like [Hardy], Selt is also part of his own name, the name of a certain ancestor.
.
【letter……?】
Hardy frowned slightly. He didn't know anyone in Tokyo, or even in his own country. Who would send him a letter?
Remaining quite cautious, he opened the door, controlled the puppet's arm to take the envelope, and checked it with magic.
After confirming that there was no such thing as a curse, he took the envelope over and felt that the heavy weight seemed to contain something.
He tore open the envelope and poured it over gently. A black matte phone slipped into his hand, and there was nothing else.
Ring ring ring——
The cell phone suddenly rang violently, and an unknown number was displayed on the screen. After a slight hesitation, Hardy pressed the green answer button.
"Good day, Mr. Hardy, how was your rest? There's nothing inconvenient about being in Tokyo."
What came from the vibrating speaker was a slightly distorted, smooth sound. Hardy was familiar with this sound because he had a conversation with the owner of the sound yesterday.
"Father Fawn, I think I'm not very good right now. You should know the specific reason."
Hardy said expressionlessly.
"Okay, okay, don't worry about such small things. I don't mean to follow you, Mr. Hardy. It's just that here in Ikebukuro, there are very few things that can escape the attention of our church."
"What's the matter? It's not just for greetings, is it?"
Although he hated the Holy Church, Hardy decided to find out more about it.
"Actually, I happen to have a commission that I want to hand over to a Master. After thinking about it for a long time, I still think Mr. Hardy is more suitable."
"Sorry, I'm not free."
He refused without hesitation, but before he could press the red button, Fawn's smooth voice sounded again.
"The reward is very generous, how about a command spell?"
It was these words that interrupted Hardy's movements and made him decide to continue listening.
The command spell is the crystallization of magic power. It can not only be used to force the followers to command, but also greatly enhance the abilities of the followers. The magic power required to challenge the tower is also provided by the command spell. If you fail too many times,
, which means one stroke of the Command Seal will be deducted.
However, the total number of Command Seals is only three strokes, and each Master is fixed. If all are consumed, the Master's identity will be automatically lost.
There are very few ways to replenish the Command Seals. Apart from depriving them from other Masters, they can only be obtained from the Holy Church.
For every Master, the Command Spell is an extremely important strategic resource. If the commission reward given by the Temple Church this time is really a Command Spell, then Hardy would not mind completing it.
As for feelings of disgust...what are they? Only children consider emotions, adults only consider interests.
In order to win this Holy Grail War, he would not hesitate to sell his soul to the devil Hardy.
Hearing the long silence in the microphone, a proud smile appeared on the face of Sangrade Fane on the other side. It seemed that no master could resist the temptation of a command spell.
"Well, let me tell you about the content of this commission. In fact, this commission is very simple..."