Magician in Type-Moon

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As if she was about to break down, Luvia's expression became contorted.

Always restraining the opponent, and seizing every opportunity to turn the negotiations to one's own advantage, even if such an opportunity is only slight, is the consistent style of the Clock Tower.

However, this logic does not seem to apply to this cheerful young man.

She had no choice but to change her strategy and directly ask her own questions, a tactic she had learned from Matou Ike.

"Are you also looking for someone who's got a grudge against the local mafia?"

"So, you are too?"

As soon as these words reached Luvia's ears, she pursed her lips and sighed.

I was asked a question in return.

And she let it slip.

But this is inherently reciprocal.

However, Bai Ruolong did not seem to have any intention of bargaining.

"Hmm... Oh well, never mind. Dad didn't tell me to keep it a secret."

The white-haired youth thought for a moment, then said to Luvia:

"In that case, why don't we search together first?"

.........

Matouchi and Medea are currently in the room prepared by Van Fim.

At Medea's request, a large bed that could accommodate several people was prepared.

The room layout was unexpectedly simple and understated.

Even so, the magnificent view of Monaco's night sky blending with the sea from the balcony is certainly proof that this is a special room, even on this luxury cruise ship.

Matouchi walked to the balcony and quietly chanted an incantation.

Then several flies scurried past him and flew off into the streets of Monaco.

Medea walked to Matou Ike's side, took his hand, and said:

"Why not just ask? Isn't he willing to give you a satisfactory piece of information?"

Matou Ike grasped Medea's hand and shook her head:

"However, such a request would be tantamount to incurring a debt, and such negotiations are not feasible. Equivalent exchange is very important in modern magic."

This isn't just a principle of magic. If the price paid isn't commensurate with what received, an automatic debt is incurred. Incurring a debt to a high-ranking Dead Apostle is like signing a contract to go to hell.

Although Matou Ike did win against Van Fim under the rules, that was based on the fact that Matou Ike did not directly expose Van Fim's trick.

But Matouchi, right in front of Van Fim, opened the other two leather cups.

Medea found it strange at the time, because in her opinion, her little man was not the kind of person who would hesitate over such a thing.

"Do you still care about this?"

"Of course I care, because the foundation of modern magic exists for this reason. If we go down the opposite path, we will only become more and more detached from this world, and thus fall into an abyss of no return."

Order and rules are things that Matouchi has been thinking about ever since she gained divine powers.

"……I see."

Medea nodded slightly, as if Miss Aozaki also always cared about this sense of balance.

Or perhaps I got into that situation because I overlooked this.

She turned to look into Matou Ike's eyes, seemingly unaware that the Master who used to hide behind her had grown up to the point where she could instruct her.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but smile again.

"Oh right, that Dead Apostle gave out a participant card, didn't he?"

"it is this."

Matou Ike took a card out of the jacket's pocket.

This is probably one of Van Fem's hobbies.

The picture shows an alligator holding a watch.

Before looking at that, both Matou Ike and Medea turned around and looked towards the door.

He walked over, suddenly opened the door, and there stood the person he had met at the casino.

It's an Asian-style doll, a woman wearing a sequined dress.

A few seconds later, Matou Ike spoke.

"Is that Miss Shizuru from the Spiral Pavilion, the Hyoui-ro?"

One of the two introduced by the Edelfelt family and Luvia, a student at the Clock Tower El-Melloi classroom.

"Yes, it is an honor to be remembered by the renowned Mr. Matou."

Ye Sizhen smiled.

Fruit is often used as a metaphor for certain parts of a woman's body.

Her lips were as red as a fleshy pomegranate. Even a man wouldn't be able to resist the urge to suckle them.

However, that allure itself is like a poisonous flower, also reminiscent of the red spider lilies on the woman's chest.

What brings you here?

"It's fine to talk standing up, may I come in?"

Her moist eyes glanced towards the inside of the room.

Matouchi immediately blocked the gap with his body.

"My wife is still inside."

"What a pity. It seems the genius magician known as the Hermit is actually a man of impeccable morals. Let's get straight to the point then."

She stroked the head of the doll in her arms and spoke.

"Want to attend Fim's ship banquet? Let's join forces then?"

Chapter 449 Banquet

Faced with this magician from the Spiral Mansion whom she was not very familiar with, Matou Ike did not immediately refuse or accept.

Instead, she asked the other party:

"What do you mean?"

"It depends on the published betting odds. Isn't it obvious that two people have an advantage over one?"

Ye Sizhen tilted her head.

It's as if to say, "Stop playing dumb."

"Besides, I've also heard rumors about you; you specialize in eating big fish."

Such an evaluation can be said to be quite reasonable.

After all, Matou Ike was involved in almost every major event that happened during this period.

“However, the reward we receive may not be something we can split between the two of us,” Matou Ike replied.

"Oh, really? I thought you had other bets besides the boat banquet." Ye Sizhen looked at Matouchi with some curiosity, her eyes showing a thoughtful look.

"What do you mean?" Matou Ike asked, tilting his head in confusion.

"Literal meaning. Someone said you'd use Fim's ship's banquet as a topic to wager something else with others..."

...After all, your intelligence never mentioned any gambling rumors, so you wouldn't have specifically come to ride on Van Fem's ship for such a reason. I thought..."

The air felt noticeably harder.

You could also call it an off-market strategy.

However, before her tension could escalate, the woman abruptly took a step back.

"I have left my contact information for you. I hope you can give me a good reply."

Leaving behind a seductive smile, Ye Sizhen departed.

The air was filled with the scent of perfume or something similar, lingering in my nostrils for a long time.

"Is it musk?"

"What's the point?" Medea asked as she approached.

“Sometimes it’s there, sometimes it’s not. But this incense is often used in magic to improve concentration,” Matou Ike replied slowly.

"Shouldn't we listen to that person's words more?"

"In short, I don't want to keep talking. Van Fem said that he will start explaining Fem's ship banquet at nine o'clock tonight."

Matou Ike took out his phone from his pocket to check the time.

Only fifteen minutes left.

And just then.

A strange sound suddenly rang in my chest.

It was the competition certificate that I kept in my breast pocket.

The crocodile holding the watch on the card stretched out its body, bowed, and uttered these lines in a uniquely hoarse voice.

"The banquet on Fim's ship is now beginning."

A second or two later, just as Matou Ike thought there was nothing else going on and was about to put the card back into his pocket, the sound rang out again.

"I am deeply grateful for your hospitality. However, it is regrettable that at the banquet on the ship in Phim, there were only three people at most at the same table as my Lord."

The crocodile on the card tells a story with great emotion.

Three at most?

This means that the number of people will be reduced at this time.