In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

At first, it was force; later, it was 'mystery' and 'knowledge'.

The El-Melloi monarch of that generation served as the head of the Spellcasting Department, unlike Kenneth, who is the monarch of this generation—and Lu Kang, by simply demonstrating the miracle of summoning 'gods' in front of him, made the head of the Spellcasting Department admit defeat.

At that time, Lu Kang used this very tactic to attract him and get him to sign a contract...

The Contract of El-Melloi

In exchange for knowledge of 'mind magic,' if a descendant of Luvist appears in the world and produces a contract as proof, the El-Melloi family should grant him protection.

This contract has extremely strong binding power.

Given the arrogance of the El-Melloi family, they would never deny it.

As is well known, Lukang Luvist, who is the manifestation of Lukang's own soul projection, has no descendants. He and the princess lived a very close life, but perhaps because he was essentially just a soul projection, they did not have any children.

Lu Kang's preparation...

It's for myself.

"As the ancients often said, 'One generation plants the trees so that another can enjoy the shade,' the virtue of our ancestors has benefited three generations."

As his thoughts drifted back, seventy-six years of stored memories flashed through his mind. Looking at the paper before him, Lu Kang thought with a touch of irony—

"Is this a way of me being my own ancestor, and bringing blessings upon myself?"

This is precisely the backup plan he prepared for his real self in the simulation.

Even a cunning rabbit has three burrows.

But the magician's cunning far surpasses that of the rabbit.

As for why it was El-Melloi...

Of course, it's because the lemon-headed lecturer from later generations is the magician monarch he has the easiest time to get in touch with in reality!

Moreover, Lemon Head is a true genius.

He was a genius magician who, if he did not die, could become a Grand Magician, the highest rank in the Clock Tower.

He possesses that energy that shelters him in reality—in an era where mystery is becoming increasingly scarce.

—It should be noted that Lu Kang, limited by the mysterious specifications of the era in the simulation, could only reach the level of a Grand Magician in the end.

Although Lu Kang is an 'all-rounder' among Grand Mages, proficient in everything, he has reached the pinnacle of the Grand rank, comparable to a mage who wields mystical powers even higher than Grand Magic...

Yes, the 'Mage'—the one Lu Kang mentioned in the simulation to the 'monks and nuns' of the Burial Agency—is a master of magic and a fundamental ability that forms the basis of the Far East Holy Grail War.

Lu Kang had already reached the highest level of magic, the 'power' level, after completing the creation of the gods.

But that's still a Grand Prix!

Moreover, compared to the other magicians at the Clock Tower, Kenneth, while somewhat harsh in his treatment of ordinary magicians, is actually the most humane and trustworthy...

Of course, Lu Kang wouldn't put all his eggs in one basket.

He folded the paper, got up leisurely, and strolled away through the broken and messy room.

He didn't tidy up the dormitory room.

Because after today, he might have a better place to go.

It was exactly 12:00 London time.

Lu Kang went down to the dormitory building and hailed a taxi on the street.

The clock tower of the world's most prestigious magician's university, from the outside, is just an ordinary university hidden in the suburbs of London, marked by a clock tower building similar to London's Big Ben.

Mysterious and unknown to people.

The magicians here live like ordinary people unless absolutely necessary.

At 1 p.m. London time, he took a taxi through the bustling city center and arrived at another corner of London.

With a thud, Lu Kang got out of the taxi and closed the door. His feet touched the smooth road surface. Looking up, he saw lush trees all around, surrounding the deep road in the center. The midday sun pierced through the trees, casting dappled light on the ground. As the grass and trees swayed in the wind, Lu Kang slowly walked towards the end of the road.

There, a magnificent classical courtyard in a Western style stands.

The supporting dome resembles a sword hanging from the sky.

Although clean and tidy, it immediately conveys a profound historical heritage.

That was the El-Melloi family mansion.

It is the residence of successive Magic Lords—Lu Kang could sense the rich underground magic flowing here.

A natural spring flows with magic beneath this courtyard!

“What a great place.”

He praised it sincerely from a magician's perspective.

Then he went up and rang the doorbell hanging on the outer courtyard wall.

jingle.

After three crisp sounds, a figure pushed open the door and came out.

...

"April 1963, it was the season when cherry blossoms were in full bloom in the Far East..."

Inside the hall of El-Melloi mansion, Kenneth sat on a sofa, still reading aloud in the flickering light of the dim blue candlelight.

Although the letter surprised him, he was already mentally prepared because of the premonition in his dream and did not intend to change his behavior. He would never stop his plans because of interference from outsiders.

So he still dug out his grandfather's old diary entries.

I turned to the page my grandfather had recorded about his meeting with Luvist.

But he had just picked up the book.

The doorbell rang.

"He's here? Then please let him in!"

Kenneth said this to the maid standing behind him, who bowed and left, but he himself did not put down his book.

His gaze remained fixed on the diary, the words etched on the slightly yellowed pages sweeping across the depths of his eyes.

He continued reading.

I read about my grandfather's encounter with Luvist on the street.

I read about my grandfather's crushing defeat in his magical duel with Luvis.

I also read about the grandfather's admiration and respect for Luvist's magic... I read about the spontaneous emotion that a man who initially came to Luvist with hostility later came to admire him wholeheartedly...

Just at this time.

Kenneth heard footsteps coming from outside the hall door.

And the mysterious rhythm that emerged simultaneously with the rising and falling of those footsteps—

A sudden thought struck the young Lord El-Melloi, and he looked up.

This feeling.

This kind of breath.

This is...

In the long corridor connecting the main hall entrance.

A tall, slender young man walked in.

He stepped into the dimly lit hall, illuminated by the faint glow of a single candle.

Inexplicably.

Kenneth suddenly remembered the contents of the diary in his hand.

"April 1963, it was the season when cherry blossoms were in full bloom in the Far East..."

"When I arrived in the Far East, I met the fiercest and most vicious man on the streets at night. He was a mysterious maverick. He still looked young, but he walked in the world like an ordinary man."

"Just looking at him, I suddenly thought of the accounts of the Russian thinker Berdyaev."

He said—that was both a saint and a mortal.

He is a sage.

They were just ordinary people.

It is the ability to elevate the ordinary to a level unattainable by ordinary people through the accumulation and stylization of extraordinary events.

And now.

Kenneth also sensed that feeling from the boy who appeared before him.

He emerged from the darkness of night.

Like a single star.

The light recorded in the book pierced the heart of that Lord El-Melloi in the past.

Now, it also pierced the depths of Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald's eyes...

"Mr. Luca Luvist".

"I can't believe it really is you."

He put down the book beside him and slowly stood up.

With the most upright posture.

Welcome the new, sacred, and mysterious successor!

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Barthezello Opens the Door to Check the Water Meter!

As an ancient family lineage and one of the twelve monarchs of the Clock Tower, the El-Melloi family's mansion was not particularly spacious or luxurious, but when Lu Kang was led into the room by the young maid who came out of the door, he could feel a strong ancient atmosphere.

Every brick and tile here is an antique with a long history, and would be a treasure that would attract collectors from all walks of life to fight over.

Here, the owner of the mansion connects the ancient historical heritage they embody, naturally outlining a vast and complex mystical formula...

'Magic Workshop'.

A magic workshop where one layer nests within another, one side overlaps another.

Lu Kang may have simply walked through the courtyard outside the house, crossed the threshold, and passed through the long corridor leading to the hall inside. However, from a mystical perspective, he had already traversed many different "blocks," each containing a different mystery, but they were dormant and waiting to be activated.

He could even see the spirit of the 'hellhound' resting with its eyes closed among the grass and trees outside the courtyard...

As expected of Lord El-Melloi.

What an ultimate dog tycoon!

Lu Kang thought to himself with these feelings.

The corridor reaches its end.

He finally met Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald himself, who rose to greet him in the hall...

The moment Kenneth rose to greet him with a solemn expression, the previously dark hall instantly lit up!

The eerie blue candle, which clearly possessed a calming and insightful quality, went out, and a wisp of black smoke rose and swirled around the glass chandelier hanging overhead. In the space that was suddenly illuminated as if the moon were rising and illuminating all directions, the voice of the head of the Mineral Department and a first-level lecturer in the Spirit Summoning Department finally drifted over.

He said, "To be honest, I've always been a little confused about why your name sounds so similar to that of the author of the Book of Law..."

"That's why I've given you a little bit of attention."

"—Mr. Lu Wei, who likes to sleep in my class."

"sit down!"

Kenneth waved his hand, and the bright hall was covered with red carpets and the four high walls were draped with light gauze, enveloping the entire space in a soft and tranquil atmosphere.

The tables and chairs are arranged neatly, with sofas spaced apart from round tables.

Lu Kang sat down opposite the spot Kenneth was waving at. He looked at the young man over there, who was leisurely having his coffee served by a maid and whose manners were full of elegance, and thought to himself, "You're definitely not paying attention to me for that reason... because before yesterday, there was no such person as 'Lu Kang Lu Weister' in this world."

He suddenly thought that if Weber knew that he had come to seek the protection of the lemon-headed lecturer whom he found particularly annoying, that effeminate-looking boy would definitely be very unhappy.

As Kenneth's thoughts wandered, he sat down again, and a young maid brought him freshly ground coffee. As the aroma gradually filled the air, Lu Kang finally spoke slowly.

He said, "Actually, I was quite surprised too, Mr. Kenneth."