"Holy Grail War? A small ritual in the Far East? Looking at the blue moon in the sky through the window screen, an old man with a voice sat on a chair by the window and said quietly: "Jack, I remember that there is a little ghost in the Achipouud family who is a lecturer in the clock tower, right?" That"

"Kenneth Almeloy Achpolud." It seemed that the owner who had heard the old voice had forgotten the name of the current head of the family of Aqipolud, and a clear but indifferent voice in the dark reminded him respectfully.

"Oh~ Kenneth Almeloy Achpolud. I remember he was a very talented young man, right? ”

"Yes, he has been called a child prodigy since he was a child, and he is a young man with outstanding talents not only as a magician."

"In that case, then you go and ask him for the qualifications for this Holy Grail War, I believe he knows how to choose."

"This gentleman"

"Just say that I said it, I want you to win this little ceremony, and pass on my goodwill to the king by the way." The chair turned with a "crunch" sound as if it would break at any moment, and a pair of shining eyes fell on the person known as Jack, and then the owner of those bright eyes said quietly: "Jack, you won't let me down, will you?" ”

"Sir, unless I die, I will win for you!"

"Hey, hey, hey, that's good! But you're useless when you're dead, it's a potion that transforms into a Dead Apostle, and I guess you know what to do when facing the Moon King, right? Hey, hey~" With a gloomy laugh like a night owl, a jar of red liquid fell in front of Jack in a graceful arc.

"Sir, rest assured! I know! ”

At the end of the day's lectures, Kenneth Al Meloy Achpolud walked out the door with an aristocratic look on his hands and graceful steps.

"Teacher Aqipolud!" Just halfway through, he suddenly heard a student's voice calling out to him.

Frowning slightly, Kenneth Al Meloy Achpolud didn't like it very much that someone would stop him after a lecture, and if he had enough qualifications, then he should memorize and understand what he said during the lecture, rather than asking questions after class.

Turning his head, Kenneth Al Meloy Achipoud's brow furrowed even tighter, and he recognized the student who had called out to him was Webb Velvet, the illegitimate son of a magician who had only been around for three generations.

"What's the matter?"

The unhappy and contemptuous tone made Webb Velwitt, who was only a teenager and a teenager, shrink his shoulders, but when he looked at the information he had worked hard to sort out in his hand, Weber Velvett secretly cheered himself up in his heart, and said in a resolute voice: "You can please see my hard work!" ”

The Velvet family has only three generations of magician pedigree, which is an absolute disadvantage for magicians. A magician's magic circuit is largely determined by bloodline, and the strength of the magic mark passed down from generation to generation is generally proportional to the number of generations inherited.

Webb Welwitt was so dissatisfied with the status quo that he was the first in the magic world that he spent years writing his paper

After a slight sweep, Kenneth Almeloy Achpolud casually threw it back to Weber Velvet, and smiled disdainfully: "Mr. Velvet, are you going to overturn the results of countless experiments of your predecessors at your age?" ”

Seeing that Kenneth Almelo Aqipolud didn't even read the contents, but just glanced at the topic and threw his hard-working paper back to himself, Weber Wilvett said eagerly: "No, Mr. Aqipolud, please take a look at it again"

"Know who you are and what you are capable of! Mr. Velwitt! A low growl came out of Kenneth Almeloy Achpolud's mouth, and he glared at Weber Velvet with an angry gaze.

Kenneth Almelo Achipoud disliked Webb Velwitt very much, not only because Weber Velvet was only the illegitimate son of a magician family with only three generations of blood, but also because Weber Velvet had such a contemptuous attitude!

Before there was enough evidence and strength, anyone who tried to subvert the established rules of the god and magic world was a provocation and insult to their ancient magician family!

Are they all fools? Need a little kid to teach them?

"Humph!" With a flick of his sleeves, Kenneth Elmeloy Achipoud glared at Webb Wilwitt again and walked out with his hands behind his back and a gloomy face.

"Haha! Nerd, you're messing with Mr. Kennedy again! ”

"Didn't you get scolded?"

"What an idiot!"

Listening to the sarcastic words of his classmates, Webb Wilwitt's face turned red with shame and anger. Then he hugged the paper in his arms and ran out.

'I'm absolutely going to prove me right!' Webb Wilwitt screamed frantically inside, but how to prove it? How do you prove it?

"Be careful!" Webb Wilwitt, who was running wildly with his paper in his arms, suddenly heard a reminder. When he looked up, he saw a staff member pushing a cart of things and looking at him in horror.

'Stop! Weber Wilwitt reminded himself that after all, the things that would be transported by the instructors and some gifted students were the stuff of the lecturers and some of the genius students, and if he accidentally broke them, then he was doomed! He couldn't afford to pay for those precious magic props, and even the tuition fees for the Clock Tower were all raised after he had lost all his money!

It's just that he's not good at sports, and his speed is not slow, so he can't stop even if he hears a reminder

"Bang!"

"Ouch!"

There was no doubt that Webb Velvet knocked down the cart, but he eventually moved out of the way and just knocked some corners off.

"Luckily!" Seeing this scene, Webb Wilwitt breathed a sigh of relief, and even the pain of falling seemed to have diminished the fact that many things on the side of the cart were most likely to fall when they moved, believing that no fool would put something precious on the side.

"Hey, boy, are you alright?" A wide, calloused hand reached out in front of Webb Welwitt.

"Thanks, I'm fine! I'm so sorry, it's all because I didn't pay attention," stood up by the hand of the staff, and Webb Welwitt kept nodding in apology.

"No, no, huh? Are you a séance student? A student of Mr. Achpolud? Just right! If you want to apologize, help me give this to your teacher. "A tightly wrapped express arrived in the hands of Weber Villewit.

"Excuse me! Recently, there have been more and more shipments, and we are all too busy! Seeing Webb Velwitt take the shipment, the staff put the fallen item on the cart and quickly left, "That's right, that thing seems to be very important!" I want to deliver it as soon as possible! ”

"The important thing is so hastily handed over to my sender, Makdonia?" Webb Velvet was puzzled for a moment, then his eyes lit up as if he had suddenly thought of something, and he quickly ran towards the library.

"Rumor has it that Kenneth is about to travel to the Far East for a magic ritual"

"Hello, Mr. Achipolud." Just as Kenneth Elmelo Aqipolud returned to his room with a hint of unhappiness after being disturbed by Weber Velvet, he saw a young man standing in the room looking at him indifferently, which made him even more unhappy.

"Who are you?"

"Jack. He was also his disciple. With a lift of his hand, Jack Klas lowered his collar, revealing his chest with strange inscriptions.

"That gentleman!"

"It seems that Your Excellency knows him well, so I said bluntly that he wants me to be qualified to participate in the Holy Grail War." (To be continued.) )