Magician in Type-Moon

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“However.” He slightly composed himself, his voice becoming low and thoughtful.

“In the East, there’s an old proverb: ‘Those who follow the Way receive much help, while those who stray from the Way receive little.’ And now,” a sly glint flashed in his eyes, “an unknown magician is about to provide you with some crucial intelligence for your plans. Don’t you think that’s wonderful?”

"What exactly is it?" the man asked, barely suppressing his displeasure.

Ever since he summoned this heroic spirit, he felt that nothing was going right. Especially in communication, this historically renowned writer always liked to beat around the bush with him.

He still doesn't understand why someone with his personality would summon someone with such poor compatibility.

Alexandre Dumas shrugged slightly, feigning indifference, then took a deep breath and spoke with a playful smile:

"This is really boring. Fine, I'll tell you then. Besides the divine body whose location has already been marked here, there's another creature that has devoured gods and has already arrived in this city."

He paused, and seeing that the man still didn't react, he continued:

“That magician-like woman wants to cooperate with us—we can control this divine body in Japan, while the other one will belong to her.”

"Her? What are her abilities?" the man asked coldly, his eyes flashing with wariness.

"She's probably not a Master or anything like that, but just by her own abilities, she's probably close to the level of a Heroic Spirit. To be honest, I don't know how she found me either."

Alexandre Dumas paused, seemingly enjoying the increasing pressure from the man. "Fortunately, they didn't intend to kill me, otherwise your plan would probably have failed long ago."

.........

The desired "future" is input into the right eye, while the left eye reflects the current "present".

The two intertwined gradually, as if time and space overlapped in his eyes.

Countless possible trajectories unfold, weaving together a complex and intricate picture.

Every choice, every line of fate, is generated and constantly changing in an instant, simulating the right, the wrong, and even the most unpredictable paths.

Matou Ike, inside the Imaginary Tree, opened her eyes and muttered to herself:

"It all feels a bit ominous. Oh well, I might as well try this most chaotic path."

Chapter 380 Mask 4k

The chaos erupted in a mysterious place that the Night Raiders had ruled for generations.

To enter the mysterious land controlled by the Night Robbers family for generations, a special mask is required.

To obtain such a mask, one must find the mask maker who supplies masks to the Night Raiders family.

The future has been inputted into the left eye, and the answer has been given by the right eye.

Moreover, the findings are the same as those of Kanya.

Looking up at the slope from the Matou Pond.

It was a building so rudimentary it was almost pitiful. Constructed haphazardly from stacked logs, its crooked and twisted structure made one wonder if it could even withstand a minor earthquake.

In earthquake-prone Japan, this was a dilapidated house almost destined to collapse.

"I sensed something strange just now."

Sounds came from near the cabin.

He was a man with a full beard.

He was in his early forties. Dressed in traditional Japanese artisan's clothing, he stared impatiently at Matou Ike and the others.

"Your expressions are both very funny."

However, the man in front of them had a very strange appearance.

A wooden mask hangs on the upper right side of his face.

Like a large blindfold, it was secured with side straps, and the eyes peeking out from the gaps in the mask reflected the figures of the two people.

"Are you Dou Diao Yuanma? The noodle maker?"

Matouchi asked the question, and the answer to the future vision test was right there.

However, the man in front of him did not possess any magical power or mysterious aura, which made Matou Ike need to confirm his identity first.

"Ah, that's right, but I'd be happier if you called me a clay sculpture."

The man in the craftsman's clothes spoke loudly, looking Matou Ike up and down.

"And you? Where did you come from, and what do you want?"

Seeing the other party's cautious demeanor, Matou Ike touched his nose and then said:

“I am the overseas agent of the Clock Tower Ore Coelmero family.”

"Huh? People from the Clock Tower? Did such things really exist? Come to think of it, why would an important figure from the British Magic Association come to Japan?"

The man's eyes widened, he scratched his head, and his expression was somewhat comical.

"I heard that you made all the masks for Nightfall."

The man, Genma, pondered for a moment.

After tapping his temple on the right side, which was covered by the mask, he made a series of small, sharp taps.

"Come in and let's talk."

He raised his chin.

Inside the cabin, many masks were hanging.

Although I had a similar feeling at the Night Raid's mansion, the variety here was much richer, including men, women, young and old, as well as two-horned demons, tengu, foxes with bared fangs, wolves, and other beast-faced creatures.

Although they are a minority, there are also masks that are clearly from cultural spheres outside of Japan.

Matou Ike looked around the room and finally fixed his gaze on a mask that looked like it had just been completed, placed on the workbench.

It was a monkey-shaped mask, but anyone familiar with Chinese culture would recognize what the monkey mask represented.

Sun Wukong.

A stone monkey who has mastered the art of seventy-two transformations and can ride the somersault cloud.

The eyes, which were smoked for forty-nine days by the Eight Trigrams Furnace of Laozi, are said to have transformed into fiery eyes.

The Monkey King, who wields the Ruyi Jingu Bang (magic staff) and the Somersault Cloud.

Matou Ike picked up the mask and examined it carefully, of course, only after obtaining the homeowner's consent.

Genma sat steadily in the chair, his rough fingers stroking his bearded chin, his gaze fixed on Matou Ike with a hint of inquiry.

"...Hmph. I originally thought that the Clock Tower, which claims to be the birthplace of magic, would consider Japan's mystery nothing more than the superstition of a remote and impoverished place."

Matou Ike calmly met his gaze without flinching in the slightest.

"Most people do think that way, and I don't deny that."

"But since it's magic, it must have branched off from the root. In essence, there is no insurmountable barrier between us. Even if there is, it's just a difference between us and other magic systems or human behavior patterns."

He paused slightly, then pointed to the monkey mask on the workbench. "That's why I think your mask can help me."

Genma narrowed his eyes, seemingly pondering the true meaning behind Matouchi's words.

He spoke slowly, "Let me make this clear first. If your goal is to oppose Night Calamity, then please forgive me for being powerless to help you. This is a matter of principle."

His tone turned serious, with an unyielding firmness: "If the transaction were with a monarchical family in the Clock Tower, I might be able to make a fortune. But I would never betray my biggest client."

"As I said before, I do not deny the possibility that there is a conflict with the Night Calamity as a whole."

Matou Ike shook his head calmly, his tone completely flat, as if stating a fact that had nothing to do with him.

Then, he took a small step forward and continued:

"But, why don't you listen to my requirements first?"

Yuanma leaned back in his chair, his hands crossed on his knees, and glanced at the young man in front of him.

"Go ahead."

“I want you to make two masks, and their purpose will be the same as the ‘Sun Wukong’ mask I have here.”

Matou Ike flicked the monkey face mask in his hand.

"This is not okay."

Genma glanced at it and then announced the conclusion.

"why?"

"It's obvious at a glance. You have too many faces."

Matou Ike tilted his head, surprised that the other party would reject him for this reason.

"How exactly is this achieved? Is it dual personality or multiple personality disorder? They're fundamentally different. It's truly admirable that these things can stay peacefully in the same person's body."

The man spoke again.

"Oh, can you tell?" Matou Ike also became interested at this moment.

The man mustered his energy and carefully examined Matou Ike's face:

"If you couldn't tell, you wouldn't be a noodle maker. Although some people don't want to show their faces, besides you, there are two more inside you, right? Hmm... This scale... is it a god?"

The more he looked, the more alarmed he became. Yuanma muttered to himself, his voice revealing a hint of surprise and emotion.

"Is He the purpose of your trip? The essence of the mask I created is nowhere to be found. Even those guys from the Night Raiders family don't know the truth... But you, who have never met me before, already know it all, don't you?"

"This is what Genma said."

"No, that's not it. As I just said, it just needs to have the same effect as this monkey mask."

"That's what Matouchi replied."

"Wasn't it to return the god within you? So it was for that kind of thing. You magicians are all really weirdos."

Genma narrowed his eyes slightly.

"I don't know what you've misunderstood, but if it's just choosing one side, it shouldn't be too difficult for you."

“I won’t make you a mask, but we do have one at home… wait a minute.”

Genma stood up.

He disappeared into the inner room, and a few minutes later, he returned with an old-looking wooden box, tightly bound with purple rope.