Magician in Type-Moon

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The white-haired youth Melvin, with his arm around Balzan's waist, turned his head and asked Weber, who was standing to the side.

The voice made Weber, who had lowered his head, bite his trembling lips, as if he were ashamed of his fear.

"Damn it, I'm scared."

Melvin looked at Weber with some surprise. In his mind, the man standing next to him shouldn't have said something like "I'm scared".

Because this guy is extremely arrogant.

He keeps people at arm's length, and whenever I see him, he's always writing papers or something.

It's like thinking everyone in the clock tower is an idiot.

The phrase "covered in thorns" aptly describes this man's personality.

But now he's afraid, and he's said it so bluntly... um...

Could he be the one who took Waver's virginity?

Melvin's thoughts were so unconventional that he had forgotten it was Matou Ike who was asking Weber about "virginity."

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, then burst into laughter.

The laughter was infectious, and even Webber's trembling body gradually calmed down.

Even Matou Ike couldn't help but facepalm, wanting to stay away from this idiot to avoid being infected.

"He, like me, is a survivor of that Holy Grail War, a magus from the Matou family."

"Regaining his composure," Webber said to Melvin in a deep voice.

"Ah, I know, I know, it's that magician who cornered Professor Kenneth and then escaped unscathed, right?"

Melvin tilted his head and answered.

Seeing that Melvin seemed still unclear about the situation, Weber sighed and turned to Matou Ike, asking:

"Why are you here? Could it be that you...?"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Matou Ike.

"Please wait a moment if you want to catch up. I have some things I want to discuss with the guy who was 'locked up' by your companion."

Matouchi walked toward Balzan, who was standing still, with great interest.

"Senior brother, you seem to be a bit tied up right now. What should we do about our deal?"

Matou Ike said with a smile.

"How...how did you escape?"

"Do I even need to ask? Of course, I just need to break the binding spell and kill the guards."

Barzan was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, then shook his head frantically.

"Impossible! Impossible! I bought that technique from the monarch at a high price. Even if you had the ability to escape, you couldn't possibly have come out unscathed. What exactly did you do!"

"Senior brother, you really have too much faith in your own intuition. I've already said that's just what you know. What you think is impossible is limited to your own understanding. Since you know nothing about my magic tricks, why are you so sure that I can't do it?"

Matou Ike said calmly, but Balzan seemed to be possessed, frantically refuting Matou Ike's words.

"This is impossible! That's a spell that even Grand Mages struggle to break! What methods did you use? You—" Balzan's roar echoed through the turbulent workshop.

"Really, then let me show you, senior brother. It seems you're the kind of person who won't give up until you've hit rock bottom."

Matou Ike shook his head and sighed. He was getting tired of talking to the madman. Why do some people always lose their normal language ability at the very end of their lives?

There was clearly still a chance to survive, wasn't there?

Matouchi raised his head.

There was no emotion in those eyes that shone with spirals.

"distortion."

Barzan didn't notice anything unusual and continued babbling on and on about trivial things.

His wrist moved on its own, and the joint twisted.

His elbow twisted to nearly ninety degrees, and then turned forward—the joint finally shattered.

"Huh?!"

Barzan let out a horrified scream.

His fate had come to an end.

Barzan was indeed very lucky.

Even bad luck or misfortune is still a form of luck.

"what----!"

The groans became like the howls of wild beasts.

Barzan's arms could no longer be called arms; they were twisted like a nine-linked ring or a rubber band used to launch paper airplanes—either way, his hands could no longer function as part of the human body.

Barzan finally realized what was happening and tried to escape from Matou Ike, who was standing motionless in front of him.

His body immediately floated slightly, and his right foot broke below the knee.

Blood splattered, like petals in full bloom, splashing onto the shattered workshop floor.

At the moment his right leg was twisted, it hung limply like a broken rope.

“Twistrate it,” Matou Ike murmured.

Barzan lay prostrate on the ground, only his neck still able to move.

His hands were twisted, and his right foot was missing.

The blood flowing from his legs soaked the ground.

Matou Ike stepped onto the red carpet, her shoes sinking into the pool of blood.

The weather in Babylon was hot, and the thick, sticky air felt uncomfortable against the skin, as did the pervasive smell of blood.

Matou Ike crouched down and turned Balzan's head from the back to the front.

The scarlet eyes gradually dimmed, and an amber glow returned.

Matou Ike lowered her head and stared at Balzan's slightly trembling body.

"Senior brother, to be honest, if the deal can be completed smoothly, I won't kill you."

Chapter 310 Trading

After ending Balzan's life, Matou Ike certainly wouldn't waste the Mystic Eyes on this body.

Although they are eyes that don't even reach the level of gold, it's enough that they belong to the Stop type.

Since the person being traded has passed away, the transaction is naturally cancelled, and the items traded become ownerless.

But aside from those materials, the most valuable thing right now is this ruin.

The evil spirits floating in the ruins have now returned to their slumber thanks to the active repair of the barrier of the ritual site.

Although a few creatures were still unwilling to go to sleep and wanted to cause trouble, they were scattered by several magic bullets that Matou Ike casually threw out while chanting at high speed before they could attack.

At this point, only three living people remained inside the entire ceremony venue.

Melvin was speechless at the sight of the bloodshed before him.

Only now did he understand why Weber showed fear when he saw this man.

"Weber, did this guy always like to twist people into pretzels?"

Melvin muttered to himself.

Matou Ike stood up, gently patted the blood off his hands, and turned to look at the two of them:

"Talking behind someone's back is not a polite thing to do, especially since I'm right here."

"Why are you here?" Weber asked.

"I just came to buy some magic materials, but thanks to you all, I don't have to pay anything now, and I even got a piece of sacred land for free."

Matou Ike answered Weber Velvet's question casually, without stopping what he was doing.

We began to examine this site.

He bent down and parted the broken instruments and shattered runes, his fingers drawing complex symbols on the ground as if assessing the remaining value of the spiritual vein.

"Aren't you afraid of the Magic Association coming after you? This kind of unauthorized occupation of sacred ground..."

Upon hearing this, Matou Ike smiled and said, "You can't say that. I killed the owner of this spiritual vein, so shouldn't this spiritual vein belong to me? Or do you also want this spiritual land, Waver?"

“I…I do want it, but not for the wealth produced by this sacred land…” Weber said, only halfway through his sentence.

Matou Pond Opening:

"Don't you want the wealth produced by this spiritual land? You don't think that the only valuable things produced by this ruin are Iskandar's relics, do you? As far as I know, it also produces rare things like mythical beasts. This seems to be the reason why Balzan became so rich overnight."

“Mythical Beasts? How is that possible? This is just a tomb. Even if there were mythical beasts here, they wouldn’t be the kind of material that can be produced continuously.”

Weber retorted directly, but seeing Matou Ike's serious expression, he also felt a little insecure.

“I didn’t believe it at first either, but I did see the real thing in that guy Balzan’s collection.”

He continued speaking as he walked along the edge of Matou Pond.

"But that guy said it was a trade secret, so I don't understand how he managed to make it."

Matouchi has reached the main position of the spiritual vein and is analyzing this mechanical tower built on the spiritual vein using the Deconstruction Mystic Eye.

This was the first time he had ever seen this technique; it did resemble a technique that Kenneth had used.

It's probably something from the clock tower.

He still needs to work on it for a while.

At the same time, Melvin stood up from the ground, brushed off the dust and blood from his clothes, and said with a feigned ignorance:

"A mythical beast species? Then I reckon it might know something."

Upon hearing this, both Kirito and Waver turned their gazes to the guy who was vomiting blood.