In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

"This port is indeed of great importance to the operation of the British secret service this time."

And since it is important.

Therefore, destroying it would be perfectly reasonable.

It was only a matter of course!

Lu Kang's mind was made up.

Although he is only eight years old.

However, with as many as forty-six magic main circuits operating at high speed.

His whole being was bathed in a thin, faint light, like an angel or a god!

Chapter 50: Trumperio's Wrath, Nicolas Flamel's Death (Major Revision)

[One against a hundred, but this was a match with no suspense whatsoever.]

[Your mind magic was completed in the future, but it has already taken root in the present. It uses your 'mind' as the foundation of the mystery. Whatever you think is 'mystery', and whatever you do is the vein through which mystery takes root.]

And you have been living in this era for eight years.

You already have a profound and realistic understanding of this era.

The era exists within your heart.

Thus, the magic of the mind also takes root here.

[Therefore, you 'pray' to yourself, and this 'god,' which is formed from your own mind and absolutely belongs to the foundation of your own mind, exerts an extraordinary and mysterious power.]

[The mysterious power of magic and miracles is revealed]

You know perfectly well that, both now and in the future, those who possess independent foundations are invariably those ancient magician families—

Those ancient family bloodlines are merely branches that have obtained a few mysterious fragments preserved in the magic disk held by the original family.

They are not a threat to you.

This is the foundation of your actions and the source of your confidence.

The docks of Calais were instantly turned into a mess.

A 'battle' began, but it ended just as quickly.

"ended."

Lu Kang, who was young but remained calm throughout, slowly withdrew his hand, glanced at the others who were still dumbfounded behind him, and gave them a matter-of-fact smile.

He said, "I told you, this scene is far from being 'dangerous,' isn't it?"

Aside from François Preiratti, the magic teacher in this simulation who knew Lu Kangna's "perverted" nature, the others were genuinely horrified.

Completely ignoring all magical attacks and rejecting the bombardment of elements that undergo mysterious transformations.

Furthermore, the mysterious spells woven from the clothing on his body, created in an instant by his own thoughts, formed a workshop-like spell on a scale resembling a palace, which blocked all physical attacks.

After securing an invincible position.

So-called 'enemies' are nothing more than people who can be dealt with with a single slap!

Although limited by his physical development, Lu Kang's magical power in this life is severely insufficient, but that is only in comparison to reality, and to the severe insufficiency during the first simulation at its peak.

With forty-six main magic circuits, hundreds of auxiliary magic circuits, and the extremely efficient use of magic power through mind magic, he can unleash a level of mystery at least comparable to a Color Rank Magician of the Magic Association.

Although there is still a slight gap between him and the top-ranked Grand Masters of the era, he is undoubtedly a strongman in the mysterious field.

While there are many magicians at present, and they can all be considered elite, without their own magic foundation, the limit they can reach is only the 'open position' of the third tier, which is only higher than the last position and the eldest son.

The position of color is still missing the middle sacrificial and ceremonial positions.

This is the highest level that most ordinary magicians can achieve.

Is this what they call 'Grand Rank'?

Compared to the other three, Isabelle de Rais, as the heir of a magic family, was shocked and, looking at the tiny boy who barely touched her chest, couldn't help but think of Nicolas Flamel's evaluation again.

At this moment, Lu Kang looked again at the chaotic port in front of him, which was devoid of ordinary people.

He recalled the mysterious changes he had sensed when he was in Paris.

Although it's unclear what specific arrangements the English mystery side has here.

However, they have all been completely destroyed.

His initial actions are complete.

"Then, go ahead."

[You led Prareti, Isabelle de Rais, and three others to dispel the spell cast upon the port of Calais, and then left the area.]

Contrary to their assumptions, you did not steal a ship and cross the sea.

Instead, they operated as guerrillas in the five major seaports controlled by the British.

[Snipe the magician they sent]

You defeated a group of thirty magicians in the port of Bordeaux.

You defeated a group of seventeen magicians in the harbor of Brest.

[You at...]

You have encountered a relatively powerful magician, whom you estimate to be at least at the 'Master' level.

You easily defeated it.

Throughout this process, you did not cease your study of the mysteries.

Learning on the journey, and learning in battle.

In December of that year, after three months of guerrilla warfare in the port, you finally decided to cross the English Channel and penetrate deep into the local base.

This month, you turn nine years old.

[You have risen to fame in the mystical realm, known as the 'Regressive Tuvar'—a genius among geniuses, comparable to the 'Monster Barthelo' who ascended to the throne centuries ago.]

...

Boom!

The sound of objects shattering on the ground echoed deep within the classically luxurious room. The wind stirred up the curtains and draperies, causing them to sway and undulate like waves. Under an invisible pressure that seemed to freeze the air, countless people prostrated themselves on the ground, facing the tall figure standing at the head of the room, not daring to breathe.

That figure was truly tall; the shadow he cast while standing there seemed to encompass the entire room.

His long, flowing golden hair and lion-like, bushy beard were now contorted with rage—filled with fury!

"The Tuvar who has reverted to his ancestral ways...it's that damned brat again!"

The man's deep blue eyes clenched the letter tightly in his hand, and a powerful magic seemed to solidify and emanate from it.

In this era where mystery is waning, the magic power existing in the external environment's 'Great Source' is constantly diminishing, and very few can store such a vast amount of magic power in the 'Small Source' within their own bodies.

This has nothing to do with exploring, understanding, or mastering the mysterious.

This is a characteristic of an ancient family.

It is also a characteristic of the ancient family of Trumberio – whose foundation is based on the mystery of the 'basic' and whose heritage is imprinted with the basic magic.

The Transberio family is known for its immense magical power—more precisely, for the number of magic circuits that far exceeds that of a normal magician by at least fifty times.

Edmund, the current successor of the Tramberg family, surpasses even the previous patriarchs.

At the young age of twenty-three, he already stood at the pinnacle of all magicians, above the 'Color Rank' which is second only to the 'Grand Rank', and was only one step away from the highest honor of the Grand Rank!

Born into an ancient family, he is deeply rooted in the Clock Tower of the Mage's Association, wielding immense power, and is just one step away from becoming the 'Lord', one of the twelve most crucial subjects in the Clock Tower!

The Magic Association is undoubtedly a behemoth.

It is a place where magicians from all of Europe, almost equivalent to the entire world, gather together. Various forces are intertwined here, and only the 'lord' who stands at the very top can control everything.

In this era, only those who achieve the 'Grand Rank' are qualified to be among the 'Lords'—although the foundation of the Grand Rank has only been laid four hundred years ago, and the title of Lord and the status of the Twelve Divisions of the Clock Tower are only a little over two hundred years old.

But its roots are so deep that it seems to have existed since ancient times and has always been so.

Most of the twelve kingships were vacant, and countless people had long coveted them.

Ascend to the highest rank and become a monarch.

This should have been no problem for Edmund, who had long since reached the level of sex and had been immersed in this class for many years.

The criteria for obtaining the Grand rank are extremely stringent. Only by creating a forbidden Grand Magic foundation and passing it down to the world can one obtain it. This is a dual certification of academic ability and skill. However, for Edmund, what he lacks is only time and resources.

As long as we take advantage of the end of this century-long war.

As long as we seize the remaining mystery from the soil of France.

He will be able to further develop the foundation of his family's heritage, and on that foundation, push forward and innovate, thus reaching that level!

Unfortunately, his plan made a huge mistake.

That magician named Vic Touval, a commoner from the French countryside...

That damned brat not only defeated all the magicians he sent to France to seize ley line magic and plunder the bloodlines of mysterious family branches.

They also came to this land in England.

They constantly harassed the headquarters of the various families and forces under his command!

This has delayed Edmund's plans.

Of course he was angry.

They were furious at the 'victory report' they received from the enemy!

"That guy, where is he now?"

The man, breathing heavily like a lion, lowered his eyes and looked at the crowd prostrate on the ground at the bottom of the room.

In this ancient feudal era, these people could also be considered his 'vassals' on the mystical side—ancient magicians who were captivated by the Tramberio family.

They would be considered the elite of the elite even if placed in the outside world.

Right now, however, all we can do is proceed with extreme caution.

Edmund Transberio, though not yet a 'lord', already possesses the imposing presence of a magic king.

Everyone fell silent, not daring to look up.

Only one old man answered tremblingly: "According to the latest news, he destroyed the Otrian family's main workshop in the branch of the Tramberlio family... He should have already arrived in London."

The capital of England.

It is also the headquarters of the Magic Association and the location of the Clock Tower.

It is also the headquarters of the Tramberg family!

"Is he coming for me?" Edmund laughed in fury, his anger surging: "Then I'll wait for him here!"

...

At this moment, Lu Kang was indeed in London, the capital of England.

You arrived in London in July of the year following the attack.

This is the capital of a major European maritime power, unlike any city you've ever seen before. It's near the sea, where you can clearly feel the sea breeze. The mysteries stored here are about to erupt, and immense magic seems ready to burst forth from the depths of the earth at any moment—the mysteries of England are already more preserved than those of land-based nations, but London is several times stronger.

[You know, this is because of Albion, the primordial world dragon buried beneath London.]

That was the foundation of the Clock Tower, the headquarters of the Mage's Association, a vast treasure that was constantly being mined and never dried up—even thousands of years later, in the previous generation, the Clock Tower's mining of the Tomb of Albion still had not reached its true depths.

But that's none of your business for now.

Over the course of this year, you, along with Isabelle, Pierre, Marguerite, and Jean, repeatedly defeated numerous magical families from the mystical side of England who attempted to infiltrate France.

Over the past year, your mystique has taken deeper root in this era, your body has developed further, and your abilities have advanced by leaps and bounds—especially your combat prowess.

[In this year, you have also uncovered the mastermind behind the offensive by the English mystic side—Trampelli, who has not yet become a 'lord' in this era.]

You've decided to snipe them.

[To 'prove' my growth this year]

But your plan ultimately failed to materialize.

In September of that year, news arrived from Paris, the capital of France.