foreigner's journey

Chapter 443 Survivor

In a remote hut located in the old city of Melixis, a magician is waiting anxiously.

This person's name is Darron, one of the masters participating in the Holy Grail War.

Dallon looked about 45 to 50 years old, [-] meters tall and well-proportioned.The face under the short gray and messy hair is wrinkled with age, there is a black tattoo under each eye, and there are fresh bite marks and old scars on the lips.He was wearing a loose tracksuit with a large dark matte cloak outside. He wore two gold rings on his index finger and ring finger, and he could see obvious burnt marks on the middle finger of his index finger.

At this time, Dalong kept spinning around in the dimly lit cabin, chewing gum in his mouth at different speeds, touching the pocket with the cigarette case on his chest from time to time but stopped.When the anxiety reaches a certain level, he will subconsciously bite his lower lip hard, which is obviously how the bite and scar come from.

On the table in the corner of the hut, there was a can of black jelly-like substance with the lid opened, exuding a faint stench.

Just as he became more restless, a golden light shone in the room, and the figure of Lancer Karna appeared in front of Dalong.

"How? Were you not being followed? Did you find Minar Tranberio?"

Seeing Karna's return, Dalong finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Karna shook his head slightly: "Please don't worry, I have confirmed when I came back, and no one is following me. This time I only fought with RIDER and ASSASSIN briefly, and I didn't find other servants and masters."

"That ASSASSIN and RIDER absolutely can't be Minar's servants. Since she has the confidence to set a trap to ambush others, she must have a strong enough hole card."

Daron covered his face with his hands, sat down on the chair and let out a long sigh of relief: "Phew... Minar Tramberio has indeed inherited her father's cunning. I wanted you to directly kill the I never thought that she would be cunning enough to use other servants as bait to obtain our information, this time it is a big loss."

"Sorry, I revealed my real name during the battle and made you passive." Karna apologized.

Daron waved his hand: "As long as you make a move in battle, with that golden armor and the power at the top of the heroic spirit, it is impossible to cover up your identity. It was my negligence in strategy, and I should apologize to you. Sorry, Lancer .”

As he spoke, he stood up and walked to the table, stretched out his index finger to dig a small piece of black gelatinous substance in the suspicious jar and put it in his mouth.Disgusted by the smell, Dalong frowned fiercely, and Dalong looked a little better:
"Just using [Magic Power Release·Flame] made me lose a lot of magic power. It is really difficult for a half-baked magician like me to cooperate with a powerful heroic spirit like you."

Karna suggested, "Next time I'll try to deal with the enemy with only spear skills and contact warfare."

"In that case, it will create risks out of thin air. Don't pay attention to me, as long as you encounter a powerful enemy, use your Noble Phantasm according to your own judgment. For this Holy Grail War, I prepared this thing."

Dalong raised his index finger and tapped the side wall of the jar lightly:
"The powerful curse body excavated from the tomb of Albion—[Black Beast Fat]."

Karna looked at the black jelly-like substance with sharp eyes: "I can feel that if you take too much of this 'potion' transformed from the body of the spell, it will cause irreversible damage to your body."

Dalong smiled silently, then sat back on the chair, and he could see a gun-bladed red command spell on the inside of his wrist.

By eating black animal fat, the magic power in Dalong's body began to replenish slowly, and it took him a long time to say:
"LANCER, I don't have a lot of magic power like those talented magicians. I'm just a low-level wild magician. My wife and daughter died a long time ago because of my stupidity. In the future, I will be registered as an excavator in the excavation department of Magis Fair, the ruling city, and I have been hiding in the tomb of Albion for thirteen years. How many years can a person live? Thirteen years? The Holy Grail War is the closest opportunity in my life to my dream, and I want to seize this opportunity!"

The palms that were full of calluses and wrinkles were tightly clenched, and the knuckles were white.

Karna said lightly:
"I'm not interested in the Holy Grail. But if you want to get it, that's another matter. As long as you want it, MASTER, I will definitely give you the result of the battle."

Daron smiled: "I have never doubted you at all. I am very lucky to be able to fight with you in this Holy Grail War, Lancer."

Karna still had the gloomy look on his face, and he turned his gaze to the jar of black tallow: "Where did you get this thing? Even for a magician, this kind of thing is very important." A rare existence."

"As a magic material, black animal fat is undoubtedly the highest level. The [Black Paste] refined from black animal fat can quickly and massively replenish magic power in a short period of time."

Dalong picked up the jar from the table, then handed it to Karna, and said without haste:

"Albion is a huge underground labyrinth spreading under the Clock Tower. It can also be said to be the Clock Hole (Clock Hole) relative to the Clock Tower. There are a large number of spell bodies that are almost impossible to find on the ground, such as Dragon scales and teeth, Hydra larva corpses, etc. Even in this 'new era', as long as a large number of precious spell bodies are obtained, it is possible to make a fortune.

The exploration of the tomb of Albion has continued for more than a thousand years since the clock tower was founded.This underground exploration, which has benefited a lot and lost a lot, got out of the control of the lords (Lords) at some point, and was transferred to the management of the [Secret Anatomy Bureau].The time and space inside the tomb are very ambiguous, and the environment changes from time to time.The atmosphere is filled with magic, and many dangerous phantom species live there.In order to prevent smuggling, the Bureau of Secret Anatomy strictly controls the entry and exit. Except for those with special permission and internal staff of the organization, it is difficult for other people to go out once they enter, unless the term of office ends or the term of office is reduced with money.

A pauper like me naturally has no money to reduce my term of office. Just struggling to survive underground in Albion has already spent all my resources and energy.I thought that this life would be spent like this, and I might even die in the tomb of Albion.Unexpectedly, half a year ago, during an accidental mining on the 2rd floor underground, I found a rare [-]A black beast corpse.From this corpse, I extracted a large amount of [Black Beast Fat], which is an ultra-high-level magic material that many magicians dream of!My chance finally came.

But unfortunately, other 'peers' discovered my secret and secretly formed an alliance.Once they kill me, they can share the black tallow equally.Being pursued by them continuously, I fled all the way down to the vein corridor Odvena (Odvena) on the forty-ninth underground floor of Albion, the spiritual tomb.When I was about to be caught up by the pursuers, a [Crack] (Portal) that opened unexpectedly appeared in front of my eyes.

Normally, there are a total of four portals (portals) in and out of the tomb in London, one is under the Clock Tower, one is under the Bureau of Occult Anatomy, and the remaining two are temporarily unknown.However, due to the instability of the coordinates of the tomb, fleeting cracks will be randomly generated in the underground under very occasional circumstances.

I seized the opportunity and jumped into the crack, and the crack that only existed for a few seconds dissipated immediately.Then, I found myself standing in front of St. George the Martyr's Church in London. I walked out of Albion alive, and the [Department of Casualties] didn't know about it.After a short break, I used my previous connections to sell a small amount of black animal fat on the black market, in exchange for the secret recipe for refining 'Black Annihilation Paste' and three holy relics of powerful heroic spirits.After the final choice, I chose the fragments of the chariot as the catalyst and formally participated in the Holy Grail War.

Know what the Clock Tower calls those of us who unearth the body of the spell and return to the surface again?

Survivor.

Lancer, I joined the Holy Grail War for only one goal.That is to make a wish to the Holy Grail of the Almighty to be reunited with my wife and daughter.This is the last and best chance that mediocre me can grab, please help me achieve my wish! "

Handing back the jar in his hand to Dalong, Karna showed a rare smile:

"—As long as it is your order."

　PS: There is another chapter in the afternoon

　　
　
(End of this chapter)