foreigner's journey

Chapter 462 CASTER
"Huh? Join forces?"

Heather didn't show much surprise on her face.Rather, it is impossible for a mere [King of Hundred Ghosts] to act so 'foul' without additional assistance.He stirred the coffee cup with a spoon and said:
"Is it CASTER?"

Now Dalong was really surprised.Guess right away?Heroic Spirit is not only strong enough to foul, but is his brain so easy to use?As expected of being able to sit on the [seat].

His attitude suddenly lowered a lot: "Yes, according to our judgment, it should be CASTER who formed an alliance with the king of ghosts, occupied Panahakes Mountain and arranged it as a super-large magic workshop. But we didn't Find any clues about CASTER's identity."

No one doubts that Shuten-douji is a CASTER class, because in mythology he is not the type known for powerful spells.Generally, Heroic Spirits who meet the CASTER class have relatively low combat ability. In the Holy Grail War of the subspecies, it is recognized that the weakest class is weaker than ASSASSIN.

Sealing the entire Panahakes Mountain Range into an enchantment and transforming it into a 'Ghost Nest·Great River Mountain', almost no living magician can do it, and it must be the work of CASTER who is best at [ground construction].

Heather touched her chin: "CASTER..."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking of the swarms of rats that came back from the dead during the battle on Fourth Avenue, and the crocodile bird that couldn't be killed no matter what.

【Immortality】.

Do the Hundred Ghosts of Dajiangshan really have this kind of immortality beyond the specification?Even if Shuten-douji, the king of a hundred ghosts, shared his immortality with his subordinates, this level would be too exaggerated.

Thinking about it from another angle, could it be that mysterious CASTER endowed these false followers with powerful immortality?Considering the weirdness and partiality of the CASTER class Noble Phantasm, this possibility is really possible.

Thinking down this line of thought, from ancient times to the present, who has the ability to create or bestow "immortality" and is suitable for the caster class?

Tapping the table with her fingers, Heather's mind raced.

Suddenly, he thought of a person.No, it should be said that what he thought of first,

is an [item].

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Da da da……

The high heels collide with the slate floor continuously.

This almost invisible endless corridor is entirely composed of huge rock bricks with rough surfaces. Looking up, down, left, and right, they are all exactly the same stones, and there is not even the slightest difference in texture.

It's damp, dark, and the lingering strong smell of blood is unpleasant to any normal human being.

However, all of this has nothing to do with the swaying figure in the corridor.

Not only was there no disgust, the graceful figure was even humming softly.

Soon, she walked to the end of the corridor, and what she saw was an unusually huge hollow. It seemed that a mountain had been hollowed out from the middle of the mountain, turning into such a huge cave.

The walls, floors, and ceilings are still piled up with a large number of stones with exactly the same texture, but the lights are bright.

There are all kinds of bottles and jars around, unidentified upright jars similar to culture tanks, old or advanced instruments and equipment, and countless living creatures locked in cages.

A short figure was rushing between the instruments and equipment, and almost tripped over his overly large white coat several times.

The short figure seemed to have noticed someone coming to this empty laboratory hall, turned his head and shouted angrily: "Nicole! What are you doing! Come and help!"

"My little MASTER, can't play without him? How cute and clumsy..."

The well-proportioned figure stepped forward with slender legs, step by step towards the short figure.

This is a beauty about 1.8 meters tall. She is wearing a fiery red dress that resembles an evening dress. The surface of the dress is dotted with a lot of gold decorations. The spine is embedded from top to bottom by a golden centipede-shaped spine armor, and even the high heels are golden.

She has long golden curly hair combed in a random bun, with a few strands of long hair hanging down her ears and right forehead, and her emerald eyes are looking at the short MASTER in a teasing way, as if 'teasing' and 'fun' It is her hobby and the focus of this trip.

"For some reason, the [immortality implantation] performed by me is far less effective than when you performed the surgery."

Not far from the short MASTER, a human male who had been disemboweled and mutilated with blood was twitching slightly, but he was injected with muscle relaxants all over his body and was tied tightly to the operating table. Interfere with the work of the little figure.

The blond-haired beauty in a red dress glanced casually as she walked past the operating table, smiled and shook her head:

"If the dose of [Philosopher's Stone] is too much, ordinary life cannot bear such a strong [immortality], and it will become a terrible poison instead. With the physical strength of this experimental subject, the dosage range is between 0.3% and 0.4%. If you put a full 0.7%, you will definitely fail."

"I see……"

The short MASTER pondered for a while, then nodded seriously:

"In this way, it is not useless to be temporarily recruited from the Atlas courtyard by a 'borrow' to participate in this Holy Grail War. At least, I can systematically learn the most from you, the ancestor of the [Philosopher's Stone] Hidden knowledge. Give me as much of your knowledge as you can, Nicole Flamel!"

The blond-haired beauty in a red dress in front of her is the most legendary alchemist in France, the creator of the legendary [Philosopher's Stone]——Nicolas Flamel!
Unlike what was recorded in the legend, Nicholas Flamel turned out to be a woman, and she didn't look old-fashioned or outdated, but full of [fashion] and [beauty].

Nicole Flamel smiled lightly:

"Hehe... my dear little MASTER, don't be so impatient. Knowledge is never achieved overnight, and we still have plenty of time to lay the foundation for you first, so that you can climb the endless ladder called 'alchemy' Higher, farther. What you need now is rest, dear Sifna."

The one she calls 'Sifona' is a woman who is only about [-] meters tall. Her head is full of brown wavy long hair reaching to her waist, and her flat figure is covered in a dark purple Atlas uniform. An oversized white coat.She has freckles on her face, is of average appearance, has no trace of makeup, and has extremely dark circles under her eyes.

Sforna Albert (Sforna Albert), French, a genius alchemist of the Atlas Academy.

[Clock Tower], [Wandering Sea], [Atlas Court], [Spiral Pavilion], this Holy Grail War can actually be said to be the epitome of the battle of the Magic Association.

The winner will have more voice.

(End of this chapter)