Magician in Type-Moon

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"Junior, I'll trouble you to come with me again. After all, something like this has happened, I hope you can understand."

"Barzan said."

"No problem, senior brother, where would you like to go?"

Matou Ike simply nodded, replying indifferently.

"Of course we should go to a safe place. After all, the interior has been hacked, so I also need to take on the task of protecting you."

"Really? Then why can't I move now, senior brother?" Matou Ike paused for a moment and then asked, "Is it a Mystic Eye of the Freeze type?"

"That's right, junior, you really have a wide range of knowledge. Even though it's just a combination of Mystic Eyes and magic with activation conditions, it's still pretty impressive, junior."

Barzan slowly approached Matou Ike, put his hand on his shoulder, and whispered in his ear.

"Why did you choose to take action? You clearly never intended to do so before, did you, Senior Brother?" Matou Ike turned his head slightly to meet his gaze.

"At first, I didn't have this idea, because excavating this tomb would be quite costly. Of course, I did consider double-crossing them, but after seeing you..."

Barzan ignored Matouchi's reaction and continued speaking to himself:

"So similar, so much like me, both of us, coming from remote places with hope for the Clock Tower, the holy land of magicians, chasing our dreams of reaching the Root... So I wanted to let you go, and then see you humiliated by those bloodline families at the Clock Tower, and then return home dejected, only to be shattered by reality."

"Then I'll naturally recruit you, and together we'll take revenge on the Clock Tower. Just thinking about this arrangement is enough to get anyone excited, as long as it goes smoothly."

Barzan covered his head and sighed.

"Why? Why did this have to happen at this particular time? As a magician, you should understand that there are no coincidences in this world. There must be some connection between you and these two people."

Barzan asked with dissatisfaction, his eyes revealing an indescribable anxiety and displeasure.

The long string of complaints finally came to an end.

Kirie simply nodded slightly at this.

"I understand. Senior brother, what kind of magician are you? The inspiration type, relying on intuition to explore the mysterious path? That's quite common among people who suddenly become magicians. You're the first generation, right, senior brother?"

"So what? So what if he's the first generation? Do you really think it's possible to judge a magician based solely on bloodline? Don't be ridiculous."

Barzan's voice carried a hint of anger, as if he was extremely dissatisfied with this prejudice.

“I don’t mean to belittle you, senior brother. It’s just that I think it’s really pitiful for a first-generation magician in this modern time. They have to figure out a lot of knowledge about the occult on their own and then choose their path by listening to their sixth sense.”

Matou Ike nodded, paused for a moment, and then continued:

"As a magician who is skilled in using the Mystic Eyes, it shouldn't be too difficult for you to make a living in the Clock Tower. Even if your research is terrible, there are still departments like the Law and Politics Department that are unrelated to magic research."

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Barzan sneered, a hint of wariness in his voice.

"Senior brother, you were probably kicked out because you overly trusted your spiritual abilities while working under some important figure, which caused some things to go wrong, right?"

Before Balzan could react, Matou Ike muttered to himself:

“Spirituality is indeed quite important for magicians on the mystical side, but I don’t think anyone has told you, senior brother, that spirituality is essentially something very similar to futurism. It’s a kind of judgment based on the information one observes.”

"But you don't understand this principle, senior brother. Because of the benefits you gained from using spiritual judgment in the past, you have become a puppet controlled by spirituality. But there's nothing we can do about it. After all, it's an important thing that has supported you all the way to where you are now."

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“Well said. Your talent is indeed no less than mine. I can give you a chance. If you are willing to work here, I can spare your life.”

Barzan's gaze was fixed on Matou Ike, as if he would pierce through Matou Ike's heart the moment Matou Ike showed any sign of refusal.

Matou Ike shook his head upon hearing this.

"Senior brother, you're just stalling for time by being willing to listen to my long-winded rambling. You're waiting for your people to arrive before using magic to control me, aren't you? After all, to maintain the Stop-Loose Mystic Eyes, you have to keep your gaze fixed on me. My body must be putting a lot of pressure on you, right?"

Balzan frowned slightly. What this junior said was indeed true. Under his magic eyes, even if the two magicians from the clock tower withdrew their gaze, they could still remain frozen for a short time.

But when he locked his magic eye onto the guy in front of him, his spirit was frantically warning him.

"Don't move it! Don't move it..."

The magic power within my body was also draining away rapidly, and it felt as if hundreds of people were imprisoned at the same time by the magic eye.

But it's okay, we can hold out for a while. Once the others arrive, we can use the binding spell to imprison this guy in front of us.

"Oh, right, there's one more thing, senior brother." Matou Ike gave a cryptic smile:

"You're willing to stall me here because you think that someone who escaped from this cell won't stay here, right? That makes sense, after all, what fool would choose to fight in the workshop of a magician who is clearly stronger than themselves?"

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Balzan said in a deep voice.

"Actually, when I was examining the magical traces left on that iron gate just now, I recognized who the magician was who used magic to corrupt the iron gate. Unfortunately, if you think he would run away on his own, you are sorely mistaken."

Matou Ike slowly smiled and said:

"That guy, if he knew this was Iskandar's grave, he wouldn't be able to just ignore what you've done."

"Let me think... He should have already slipped away to your magical project where you're currently excavating the cemetery, right?"

Upon hearing these words, Balzan's spirituality seemed to split into two parts, tearing at his consciousness in his mind.

One told him to stay here and keep an eye on Matouike, while the other told him to hurry up and catch the two escaped guys.

He is now unable to make judgments; the spirituality he has relied on for so long has led him down two opposing paths.

What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?!

Problems may arise no matter which option you choose.

If those two who escaped actually made it to that place, then all their hard work over the years would be destroyed in an instant.

But if I leave this guy with unknown background in front of me alone, I might just die here.

Neither of these two things can be given up easily!

Wait, why the rush?

There is clearly another way to keep both things.

Just keep dragging it out until the others arrive.

Thinking of this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and regained his composure.

A series of light footsteps echoed in the quiet corridor from not far away, as if reminding Balzan that time was still on his side!

His eyes flashed, and he quickly concealed the tension and unease he had just shown, reverting to his seemingly calm expression.

The person he was waiting for had arrived!

Matou Ike observed this and did not miss Balzan's emotional fluctuation at that moment.

"Senior brother, it seems you've made your choice." Matou Ike's voice carried a hint of flippancy, his tone as calm as if he were chatting with an old friend.

Barzan smiled slightly, but the coldness in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

"Junior, you should also understand that sometimes you can't rush things. If you leave everything to time, we will always have more options."

As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of figures gradually emerged in the dimly lit passageway in the distance.

They wore tattered cloaks or pieces of armor, and carried various types of firearms, some of which had a faint magical aura about them.

“Use the third set of spells to keep him under control here. You stay here and watch over him. I’m going to find those two who escaped.”

Barzan gave instructions to his men in Arabic.

They waited until all the magic spells were confirmed to be correct.

He took one last deep look at Matou Pond, then quickly disappeared at the entrance of the passageway.

Matou Ike watched Balzan's departing figure, feeling the dark magic power, like a bone-deep infection, slowly creeping up his body, and the dozens of dark gun barrels pointed at him in front of him.

He shook his head, and without caring whether those around him understood or not, he muttered to himself:

"Senior Brother Balzan, do you still not understand that principle? As a magician who wields the mysteries, how can you be influenced by the mysteries themselves?"

"If you want to go further on the path of magic, then so-called spirituality can only be used as a reference. The final decision still rests with us."

"The clearest decision now would be for them to obediently make a deal with me and let me go, right? After all, I really have nothing to do with those two guys."

"What do you think?"

It's unclear whether they sensed the threat in Matouchi's words or if the leader found Matouchi a bit too noisy.

Or perhaps both.

suddenly.

A heavy cracking sound rang out.

Bullets capable of easily piercing a person's skull slowed down and scattered in front of Matou Ike.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of demonic bullets came flying in a barrage of fire.

The shots did not come from the same direction, indicating that they were fired from more than ten different locations in coordination with the firing intervals.

This is clearly excessive killing, a relentless act of destruction.

But what greeted them was a single, understated sentence uttered by Matou Ike—

--"distortion".

With these light, airy words uttered, the rules of the world seemed to be quietly altered by an invisible force.

The bullets fired from the gun slowed down instantly in front of Matou Pond, their trajectories twisting and spinning along strange arcs like shredded threads.

Each bullet, upon approaching him, seemed to lose its momentum, floating helplessly in the air before silently disintegrating into tiny metallic dust.

Then came the familiar roars of wild beasts.

Wow!

Fresh blood splattered out as if it had been poured from a bucket onto the floor.

Blood splattered on the soil and seeped into the ground.

Matou Ike watched this scene with bright, sparkling eyes.

"Twisted, distorted..."

"They're screws, my feet have turned into screws..."

The Arabic they spoke was difficult to understand.

Of course, even if they understood, Matou Ike would only think that these guys were probably not very smart.