Considering that I'm a very popular Heroic Spirit, and I've never appeared in this book, I'm going to introduce myself to the readers.

Hans Christian Andersen, that's my name, not a well-known character, a depressed third-rate author who wrote a few fairy tales during his lifetime.

To be honest, I didn't expect to become a servant, and the place where I was summoned was like hell, and the demons that wandered in hell wanted to take my life every moment, so I, a weak pen bearer, just hid like a wise man.

But lately, I've been feeling the danger out there. From time to time, an unusually powerful and evil aura swayed through the streets, and even magic books that invaded people's houses and attacked the poor residents appeared in this Soho district.

Who can withstand this, I had to contact a magician in another area not far away through special means, and use the intelligence of Soho as a bargaining chip to propose rescue conditions.

The old book house where I am now is the location of the connection we have discussed.

This is precisely where the power of the aforementioned magic books comes from, or where the 'origin' is. Although I have suppressed it for the time being with my ability, I cannot destroy it with my strength alone.

Naturally, it is no coincidence that this location was chosen as the joint, and it was the most time-saving strategy chosen to get rid of this troublesome spirit.

I've heard that there is more than one servant like me in the team that came to help, and I have great expectations for these thumping muscles!

But shortly after entering the bookstore, an uninvited guest disrupted my plans.

Not to mention the plan, my books, my pen, my hands, and my feet were all smashed to pieces by her hammer, and the unprecedented pain made me almost crazy, and in the end I lost even the strength to let out a senseless roar, and all that was left in my mind was prayer, praying that death would soon befall me.

But this angelic and lovely person in front of me did not give me the final blow like a demon, but kept playing with my wounds.

I couldn't understand why she was doing this, but when I happened to look into her face, I seemed to understand something.

- She's making fun of me.

The long white dress stained red with a little blood represents evil, or innocence....... The smile on her lips terrified me.

There are such cruel monsters in Soho, it is unheard of and unseen.

Damn, as a scholar like me, I shouldn't be nosy, it's safest to stay at home. It's a pity that now, it's too late to regret it.

Suddenly, several warriors with weapons rushed in from the open door, and the monster who was still torturing me with his fingers immediately crashed through the wall and fled, and three people chased after him, and then the only human among the people who walked in walked briskly towards me.

My mind, dulled by pain, finally realized something.

"You guys, too...... It's too slow........"

The wide open door of the ancient book house, the closer he got to it, the more he could smell the blood, and the unbearable pain in the room, which made Liu Yuan ring the alarm in his heart.

Something is not right!

"Charlemagne, Artoria, Mordred!"

Without Liu Yuan's specific instructions, the three knights with their own characteristics rushed out of the line and rushed into the house, and Liu Yuan and the others followed in.

As soon as he entered, he saw a familiar figure with a small figure smashing through the wall in front of him and escaping, and Charlemagne, Artoria, and Mordred quickly chased out. Liu Yuan didn't think about it, his gaze shifted, and he looked at the blue-haired person on the blood-stained floor who was smashed into a stick.

This person is the servant who provided information to Hyde in the original plot - Hans Christian Andersen!

Before coming here, he didn't expect that this uncle's poisonous tongue Shota would appear in this posture.......

While thinking so, he strode towards Andersen, and just wanted to ask him if he needed to renew the spell, but Andersen interrupted first:

"You don't have to say it! I know what you're thinking, but you don't have to! I'm almost overwhelmed by what little power I have compared to this, so be careful—"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the side room was suddenly broken, and a huge magic book with the Wizard of Oz on the cover broke out, and without saying a word, he threw a magic bullet with an arc at Andersen on the ground.

But Enkidu reacted very quickly, and as soon as he raised his hand, he used the Heavenly Lock to knock the magic bullet back, but it was easily absorbed by the magic book.

"This guy is the source of those magic books in Soho." Andersen endured the pain and explained with difficulty.

"In other words, knocking it down can destroy other demon Ben Wang!" The tamamo cat replied, the beast's pupils erected, and he lowered his body in a pounce.

"Tamamo Cat, Enkidu, Attila, Up!"

With Liu Yuan's order, the three servants rushed out like arrows from the string, and at the same time swung an attack on the colorful demon book in front of them.

Because he didn't dodge, the attack hit easily, but to everyone's surprise, the demon didn't seem to be damaged at all, and even floated up and down without counterattacking, as if mocking the uselessness of Enkidu and the others.

"Make no mistake about it." Andersen spoke weakly again, "Don't think of it as a book, the existence of that thing itself is an inherent enchantment, and normal external forces will not work." ”

"Intrinsic enchantment?" Matthew looked at him in amazement, "Wait, why do you know this?" ”

Because of the obstruction of the demonic fog's perception, Matthew and the others did not recognize Hans Christian Andersen's identity as a servant for a while, and only regarded him as an ordinary child.

"Idiot, I'm running out of time to explain to you." Andersen's mouth overflowed with blood, and he said softly: "Let's just say the conclusion, this guy is an ownerless servant, and he is looking for a body that can become a simulated servant, and those magic books scattered in the Soho area to invade the house are its means of finding the host." If left unchecked, it is only a matter of time before it becomes a physical entity, and by that time the citizens of Soho will be in a deep sleep! ”

"What?!"

"Hehe, but I'm afraid it doesn't understand that becoming an entity isn't just a way to find a host. While the Nameless Book is impossible to find, the way to give substance to the story is simple. ”

Hans Christian Andersen summoned the last of his magic power, his body became transparent due to the extreme overdraft, and he raised his head with difficulty to glare at the magic book.

"Listen, I'm going to give you a name, the magic book, no—it's a nursery rhyme (a story dedicated to someone)!"

Under the gaze of everyone, the magic book that was given the name by Hans Christian Andersen began to change-

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Chapter 344: Nursery Rhymes