Begin the Holy Grail War with the Sombra Legion

London, England.

On the outskirts of this metropolis, there is a big, ornate, ancient building that is very similar to London's landmark building, Big Ben.

But unexpectedly, it is such a peculiar scene, but few people know it in London, and even within the scope of this building, it is difficult to see the traces of pedestrians.

But from another point of view, the reputation here is not an exaggeration to describe it as thunderous.

The Clock Tower, currently the largest organization in the world, the headquarters of the Magic Association, also has the functions of the highest institution, research center, and power center. Because of this feature, almost 90% of magicians in Europe will come here to study. experience.

The rules and judgments of the inner world are also maintained and produced here. Magicians can study, publish patents, form gangs, and exchange interests. In the development over the years, the competition between different factions, The changes of the times have even given the clock tower a special department such as the Law and Politics Division.

Because it has the function of the highest institution, the clock tower also generally maintains the function of an institution for the education of magicians. As long as you pass the exam and pay the tuition, you can enter this highest institution to study and enjoy the best magician resources. The tower's requirements for students are also very loose. As long as they are not from unknown sources, they will all receive equal income.

However, although it sounds beautiful, it is the magicians who make up this place. Those who are ruthless and evil-minded and have absolutely no moral values. Naturally, the rules are also full of magician's style.

There is no law, the safety of life is self-responsible, and the lecturers follow their own style. It is better to listen to lectures than to take classes. However, under such rude teaching rules, there are no restrictions. As long as students can keep up, It's okay to come though.

After all, magic is determined by family and talent. As long as you bury a little bait in your lectures, some promising guys will come to your door. This is how most lecturers are trained.

However, all of this has nothing to do with Weber Velvet, who is irritably rubbing his hair and looking out of the foggy window with gloomy eyes.

He just got out of the classroom, and his body that hasn't grown yet doesn't look tall but rather thin, and his hair that hasn't been deliberately groomed has a gloomy aura, which, coupled with his heavy expression, makes him even more reluctant to approach him.

However, no one is close at all. The learning of the clock tower is completely dependent on consciousness. Most of the people who have stepped into the magic field are alone, and there will be no sight of the usual campus walking together.

Walking on the empty corridor, remembering what he had experienced today, this young man held the book and waved his fist at the air angrily.

'Damn! Those guys only talk about family and aptitude, and no one understands my talent at all! ’

As a magician, Weber Velvet came from a very poor background. His grandmother's mistress, who was a magician, vaguely inherited the knowledge of magic and barely stepped into the door of magic. The concept of a magician is simply to inherit the magic engraving as a precious memory of his mother.

This kind of intact inheritance is fragmented, and the first two generations have no concept of improved bloodline. Although Weber has a magic circuit, his engraving and qualifications are very poor. It is three generations in name, but it is actually regarded as the first generation of magic. Teachers are fine.

But Weber, from the bottom of his heart, likes magic. Although this family background did not bring much help, it helped him get a clean background, which allowed him to step into the inner world. In most cases, he taught himself. Under these circumstances, Webb still passed the clock tower exam and became a member of this highest institution.

He has always been very proud of this achievement, because he knows he has talent.

From the moment Weber came into contact with magic, he found that he could easily see through most of the thoughts and concepts of magic, and even some partial, unique magic could not help him. With his talent, he can enter the Clock Tower and become the all-powerful student inside.

With such expectations, he sold his property and entered the Clock Tower to study. He was not disappointed here. A large number of hidden magic knowledge were placed at random, and Weber was eager to learn them, like a sponge, constantly absorbing knowledge. The theoretical framework further promoted the perfection of his talents.

But after staying for several years, the ethos of the clock tower inevitably has an impact on Weber. The number of magic circuits is determined by nature, and it is also a manifestation of aptitude. Therefore, everyone only focuses on those six generations later. In the magician of the old man, he flattered them, and only wanted to follow the famous family.

Those top students, rather than boasting about their magical achievements, showing off their ancient blood is their hobby.

This kind of reality is too cruel for Weber, but those guys are the mainstream of the clock tower. In today's class, it is clear that his views on the technique are correct, but those guys can never be touched by their own talents. This technique used to ridicule himself, just because he was from a lowly background.

It is so unreasonable!

Weber clenched his fists tightly, and the anxiety he had suppressed for several years made him have a vague plan in his heart. From now on, he will collect all kinds of information and write an article that can prove that even if he has no blood, he can use magic power to be more ingenious. The application of , has a deeper understanding of the technique, so as to achieve the masterpiece of the first-class magician!

He wants to touch this rotten magic association system! Let those who slander ~www.readwn.com~ be afraid of his talents understand how powerful Weber Velvet is.

Weber walked in a rage, unconsciously falling into the fantasy of becoming famous, and then, at the corner, he was hit by a big horse.

"Sorry, are you okay?"

"No... Are you okay?"

Webber was half-kneeling on the ground, sucking in the cold air, covering his sore foot. Because he was immersed in fantasy and didn't see the way, he was embarrassed to blame it on others.

When the pain eased a little, Weber looked up at the person who came. It was a person in work clothes. It was these ordinary people who were implied to maintain the basic operation of the clock tower. The other party was also pushing a small car. It's for delivery.

"By the way, are you a student of the Spirituality Division? Oh, it's really hard to find around here."

"Yes," Weber stood up. The clock tower has a very large range. This is implied, and it is normal for ordinary people who think they are delivering goods to find their way out. "Are you looking for someone? I'll take it there for you."

Although he is a magician, in general, Weber can be regarded as a kind-hearted person.

"That's a big help," the delivery man picked up the list placed on the box in the cart. "This is Mr. Weber Velvet's package. Can you pass it on to him for me?"

mine?

Webber, who had no family or reason, glanced at the tightly sealed wooden box in confusion, took the order, and saw that his name was indeed written on it, and the sender's address was from the far east.

It was a name he had never heard of.

——Roland Marchili.

(Chiu Mi! Ask for a ticket every day!)