Standing on the rooftop, he used vision-enhancing magic. Although it was a street away, the entire Linglong Pavilion mansion was still completely reflected in his eyes, but it looked a bit blurry, like it was enveloped.
Like a thin layer of mist.
【Is it a magic that interferes with vision? 】
Hardy thought to himself and collected some general information without any in-depth thoughts.
There is no doubt that although the master of Linglongkan is young, he is a difficult opponent. He couldn't help but think about what he should do if he faced her.
First of all, excluding tough attacks, if you want to capture a fortress-level magic workshop like Linglongkan Mansion, you only need two mounted servants, and they are good at fighting. Your own caster will be completely useless.
If there is an encounter...
Although Reilongkan Misaya himself has some information, there is no doubt that it is only the most superficial kind, and the magician's real trump card will never be shown to others.
[So the only way left is to lay out traps in advance? 】
Hardy sighed softly and couldn't help but stretched out his hand to scratch his head. It was really tricky. Among all the Masters who participated in the Holy Grail War, Misaya of Renglingkan should be among the best. Even if
The first Seraph is not impossible.
[So why would the church take action against such a master? It couldn’t be to eliminate competitors, right? 】
Hardy suddenly thought of this possibility, but he quickly rejected it. Since the Holy Church has announced that it will remain neutral, there is no need to worry about the issue of stance. With the cooperation between the two organizations, the church does not dare to do anything unilaterally.
【Master——!】
Caster's voice suddenly sounded in his heart, and with a surge of magic power, Shakespeare appeared next to Hardy, with a look of solemnity appearing on his always cynical face for a long time.
"I feel the breath of the servant, and he is approaching here quickly."
"Looks like we were exposed."
Hardy immediately understood what had happened and how it was exposed was no longer important. His brain was spinning rapidly, thinking of countermeasures.
[A strategic retreat is needed... No, maybe we can try it, although it is a bit risky.]
Magic power filled his eyes, and his vision changed drastically. The whole world seemed to have lost its color, leaving only the light of magic power.
Linglongguan Residence seems to be like a burning sun, emitting a blazing light that makes it difficult for people to look directly at it. Just staring at it for a long time gives the illusion that it is burning.
A ball of brilliance like a meteor was moving towards this side rapidly, leaving behind a dazzling trajectory. The magic power it exuded should not be underestimated. It was estimated that it would arrive in front of him in less than ten seconds.
[Single servants go into battle...]
Hardy closed his magic eye and restored his normal vision, but the burning pain did not subside.
This is his magic eye, which can observe the flow and convergence of magic power. Although it has no frontal attack power, it is undoubtedly very useful for detection. It can easily see through some disguises that rely on magic power, and at the same time, it can also make rough comparisons.
.
An enemy with powerful magic power may not necessarily be really powerful, but a powerful enemy must have powerful magic power. The blazing light like the sun in the Linglongkan mansion should be the magic power of Linglongkan Misaya. Such huge magic power is his own
Far inferior.
However, she did not step out of the mansion, but only sent her servants here alone. Long-distance magic support is attrition, and no matter how powerful the magician is, it cannot avoid it, which gives herself an opportunity to take advantage of.
.
It is necessary to test whether, with the blessing of caster's magic, he can fight against the servants. This is very meaningful to him and directly determines his future strategy.
"Caster, I need your help."
"Okay, then I'll start writing, and I'll leave the rest to you, Master. Come on!"
Shakespeare bowed slightly and saluted, with a book and woolen pen appearing in his hand, and at the same time he spoke in that ups and downs tone, as if he was singing something loudly.
"Now let me tell you clearly how powerful this thing is. Please don't get bored and listen carefully -"
He read out this opening line, as if an invisible hand was holding the quill and writing verses on the scroll.
"The Master's wrist armor is indestructible and can withstand all attacks; the Master's weapons are indestructible and can destroy everything in the world; the Master's robe is like a king's castle, which can never be broken by malicious enemies.
"
Along with his words, Hardy's body exuded the radiance of magic. He could feel that his clothes had changed. At the same time, his physical quality had also been greatly improved. His current self was enough to easily kill his previous self.
With such a powerful force, even if the enemy is a Servant, he will still be able to fight.
Shakespeare looked at Hardy's performance and nodded gently. This is his ability. Although he cannot charge into battle like other servants, in some aspects, he has advantages that other servants cannot match.
[Famous text given]
This is one of the skills he possesses, reciting poems like raging waves, and enhancing the sharpness or strength of weapons, but each of these requires literary expression that is enough to move readers.
As long as you are a writer who is famous in history, you have a very high chance of possessing it, regardless of skills or noble phantoms. If you are a famous Shakespeare, you can even make C-level to E-level Noble Phantasms.
If it is an E-level Noble Phantasm, you can even pick up a random stone on the road; if it is a D-level Noble Phantasm, you have the opportunity to turn modern weapons and other industrial mass products into a Noble Phantasm; and for a C-level Noble Phantasm, it must have the corresponding spiritual power, and it must be enough to match the literary master's words.
Just describe the weapon.
Judging from the situation this time, he only sublimated some industrial products and some magic rituals, almost reaching the peak of D-level Noble Phantasms.
But among them, the pair of wrist armors held by Hardy have been passed down for hundreds of years. They have experienced countless baptisms of war and have undoubtedly stepped into the threshold of C-level Noble Phantasms.
After improving all aspects of physical fitness through [Enchanting], Hardy is now equivalent to a third-rate servant.
"Hey, are you the ones peeping?"
Suddenly a shadow blocked the sunlight, and a man was seen standing on the rooftop room, looking down at Hardy and Shakespeare.
He has short blue hair, a few strands of bangs floating randomly, and a long ponytail on the back of his head, which reaches to his waist. He wears silver pauldrons on his shoulders, with white fur decorations on them, and carries them on his shoulders.
Holding the spear, he spoke casually.
"Master and Servant are really a good match. Since you stayed and didn't run away, you must be prepared to fight. Then let's settle the matter quickly-"