Comprehensive comics, started making fate delta, group friends played crazy long night sauce

　"The night after that incident, an 'Executor' from the Sealing Designation Bureau came to our Transberio branch, wanting to tune and heal his completely destroyed magic circuits."

　Melvin opened his mouth:

　"And the client at that time was our master, Lord Baluye."

　While I was examining him, I discovered that his magic circuit was actually intact; he just couldn't sense it anymore and thought it didn't exist.

　Just as I was about to explain to him, the "Executor" in front of me disappeared completely.

　No one knows what happened, not even Lord Baruye beside me.

　Weber felt a chill run down his spine.

　"That's the same creative department head who taught Aozaki Touko?! What could possibly be hidden from her?"

　Melvin clung to Weber's face like a ghost:

　“That day, she turned to me and asked,”

　"—Child, what am I doing here?"

　Weber immediately broke out in a cold sweat, his jaw clenching.

　"Snapped!"

　Melvin reached out his right hand and slapped his shoulder hard:

　"Hahaha! You don't actually believe that, do you? I just made up a story."

　"You really... scared me to death."

　Weber breathed a sigh of relief, recalling the seemingly refined and gentle, almost entirely devoted, black-haired professor who was dedicated to studying magic.

　Is it really... possible?

　He knew it in his heart.

　The person who was able to create this [Mystic Code] at the age of six.

　It wouldn't be surprising what he could come up with or what kind of magic tricks he could develop.

　Nobody will ever know.

　Even his enemies will never know, because the moment before they find out, they will probably... perish completely.

　However, these things are irrelevant to Weber.

　As long as he can complete the task he wants and prove himself, nothing else matters—whether he is a human, a ghost, or a god or Buddha.

　Moreover, Weber felt that Lin Zhen was not really like a traditional magician.

　He seems more like an ordinary professor teaching at a secular university than a magician.

　Weber shook his head. "How could that be? It must be an illusion."

　However, he should be a good person, right? That should be true, probably?

　"Don't just stand there."

　Melvin grabbed his face and said, "The exorcism barrier has failed. Quickly close the box in your hand."

　"Oh oh oh."

　Weber hurriedly closed the black box in his hand.

　"Let's go back and get mine... No, I'll have someone deliver it directly. We'll rent a room on campus to do the tuning, and find a room near Professor Lin."

　Melvin took a few steps, picked up his phone, and called his mother, speaking in a gentle tone and exchanging a few pleasantries.

　After asking my mother for some money and resources.

　Melvin turned his head, looked at the ancient carved windows of the clock tower, which had stood for a thousand years, and spoke to Weber:

　"Do you know what the professor gave you?"

　Weber also looked down.

　In this old courtyard, young men and women from different factions, each carrying at least several hundred years of heritage, still stroll leisurely.

　He tentatively said:

　"A formal dress...and a research topic?"

　Melvin shook his head, looking at the group of ancient inheritors below who knew nothing of what was to come:

　No, what he gave you was...

　"An era."

　Boom boom boom.

　Weber felt a tremor beneath his feet; this was not an exaggeration, but a real earthquake.

　At its feet, 40 to 60 kilometers underground beneath the clock tower, lies the ancient heart of Albion, the tomb of the dead.

　The doorway to the Grand Council Room.

　The ordinary lecturer, holding an inexpensive porcelain cup, spoke calmly to the figures inside:

　"Don't reach for what I've given away."

　His statement contained no threat; it was merely a statement.

　He then left calmly.

　There was a long silence inside before someone said in a suppressed voice:

　"What...what kind of monster is this?!"

　"how could I know."

　"Why don't you go and ask El-Melloi where he summoned him from?"

　So... are we still going to stop them?

　"Hmph, go ahead and die."

　"Report it up; this is a matter that only Zelrich can handle."

　"Sigh... I think there's no hope."

　"why?"

　"He is from the Minerals family, and the Gemstone Elder was originally the pinnacle of the Minerals family."

　"Wouldn't that make it easier to manage?"

　"So, is it possible that they have already met?"

　"..."

　The old immortals underground fell into a deathly silence.

　I looked up at the sky.

　This is a thousand-year-old ruin built on the site of the tomb of Albion.

　An outsider who shouldn't have been there patted the corner of his clothes slightly, shaking off a little bit of stale ash.

　In this decaying graveyard.

　A tender green "new bud" has sprouted.

　-

　PS: Two mysterious newcomers are about to join the group. They come from the same world and the same interest group.

Chapter 0059 Relics of the Four Saints, Newcomers Join the Group.

　“It’s me, Kenneth.”

　"Teacher? Please come in."

　Kenneth walked into the study with his hands behind his back, followed by the mercury maid, who carried several mahogany boxes and a glossy black box.

　"I brought some things that might interest you. Guess what they are?"

　Lin Zhen appeared deep in thought:

　"I bet it's related to the Holy Grail War, it's a [Relic] that summons Servants, right?"

　"Yes."

　Kenneth clapped his hands, and the mercury maid Trimmau opened the first mahogany box.

　What is presented inside is...

　A tattered red cloak.

　"this?"

　"Why don't you guess which hero it belongs to?"

　Lin Zhen smiled and said, "This should be the cloak of Alexander the Great, son of Philip II of Macedon, one of the four greatest military commanders in European history."

　"correct."

　Kenneth nodded, interlaced his index fingers on his knees, and glanced at the cape:

　“This is the first summoning target I'm considering,”

　"As one of the most influential legendary figures in the world, the King of Conquerors must be exceptionally strong after becoming a Heroic Spirit."

　"Lin, what's your opinion?"

　Lin Zhen didn't offer any comment, but instead asked, "What are the other three relics?"

　"Trimmau".

　"Yes."

　The mercury maid opened all the other mahogany boxes.

　One of them is a fragment of a yellow rose.

　Two of them are corners of the Golden Armor.

　Three of them are small stones that resemble gold essence.

　Kenneth spoke up first:

　"The fragments of the yellow rose were the backup relics I prepared at the beginning. I thought it would be enough to keep them as a backup."

　However, after watching the live stream, I realized my previous preparations were insufficient, so I went through an intermediary and found two suitable magicians to trade for two more relics.

　Lin Zhen gestured towards the relics:

　"Teacher, what do you mean by taking these things out?"

　"My first purpose is to ask you for your advice,"

　Kenneth began:

　“I watched your performance in the last live broadcast, and it was very good. This is how a real magician should be. You have successfully demonstrated your knowledge, expertise, and understanding of the occult.”

　"Now that it has demonstrated its usefulness, it will not be easily abandoned or discarded in the following tests."

　Moreover, your suggestions carry considerable weight among them.

　Lin Zhen shook her head slightly:

　"I was just using an imperfect spectator's perspective to transmit intelligence; anyone could do that."

　"No need to be so modest, I've seen everything you've done."

　Kenneth praised his disciple briefly, then said:

　"Before introducing these three sacred relics, I must show you this last special gift."

　"Oh?"

　"Trimmau, open."

　"Yes."

　The mercury maid opened the last box, and inside was... a fresh human hand.