Jedi Scientist

London. Clock Tower

In the deepest conference room of the clock tower, several men and women gathered around the luxurious round table, with different expressions, thinking.

Tan If anyone else saw the faces of these people, they might be shocked.

The chief leader of the Clock Tower's Politics Division, Barsmero Lorelet, the Celestial Monarch Marisbilly, and the Advent Monarch Eurifice, all three of them are the leaders of the Clock Tower, and if they join forces because of something, the current balance of the Clock Tower will definitely be tilted because of this.

However, this is just talk, after all, Barsermelo, who despises all human beings except himself, will not be able to look down on these two mundane things.

The woman with a touch of impatience on her face glanced at the monarch with contempt.

"Hmph, are these two the only people present? Forget it, those bunch of garbage, don't come and pull them down. Euryface, Marisbilly, and Kenneth have sent a signal for help with the Enchant—this piece of garbage was taken down during Fuyuki's Holy Grail War, and is now waiting for us to pull him along. Now, what do you think is better to deal with?"

For Basemero's rude gaze, the two glanced at each other, and at the same time showed a helpless wry smile.

For others, the prestige of the Twelve Sovereigns of the Clock Tower may be enough to make the other party fearful, but ......

- In front of Barsermelo, who has the "highest peak of modern magicians", the monarch of the clock tower is no different from other passers-by, she did not belittle the two on the spot, which is already very face-saving.

After pondering for a moment, the Celestial Monarch was the first to speak.

"Kenneth Archibald Ermelo is our compatriot of the Clock Tower, and if something happens to him in Fuyuki, the current system of the Clock Tower will definitely be upheaved. "

"Getting to the point. "

Barthamero's merciless words made the future Chaldean chief bearer have an even more embarrassment on his face.

"My personal suggestion is to send a team of magicians to the aid of Monarch Ermeiro. "

"Well, Euphus, what about you?"

Under Barsermelo's awe-inspiring gaze, Eurifice shrugged his shoulders very calmly.

"I agree with Marysbilly, but, just to be on the safe side, please add this name to the list of contributors—"

"Bazet Fraga Makeremis, at a young age, already has the ability to capture the seal's designator. If she is in the team, this trip to Fuyuki should be no problem. "

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Church churches

In the dim candlelight, the leader of the burial agency, the first generation walker Narubalek, looked at the information in his hand and let out a dark sneer.

"Hmph, there was such a big moth this time, no wonder the above plan to send a surrogate to Fuyuki, and even plan to let us bury the agency to wipe the ass for that waste......"

"Yan Fenglizheng, you really didn't disappoint me in terms of waste. "

Beside the man, a young girl with pale blue hair dressed in a black nun dress perused a piece of information.

A few minutes later, she put the parchment in her hand and lit it on the candlelight, and then she indifferently asked her boss.

"So, do we need to go to Fuyuki for our burial mechanism? My Seventh Holy Book has been maintained, and I can fight at any time. "

Listening to the girl's words, Narubalek smacked his lips and shook his index finger slightly.

"No, no, no, Shier, we don't need to pay attention to such frivolous instructions. Yan Fengli is making his own troubles, let him solve them by himself. It's enough for you to focus on hunting 'that man'. "

If it had been decades ago, Hiyer might have felt sad for the citizens of Fuyuki, after all, in the past, she had also fallen into the cycle of eternal calamity because of a magician's rampage, unable to grow old and unable to die.

However, these decades of life in the burial institutions have long since wiped out the side of Hiyère as a human being.

Now, she is the 'bow' of the burial mechanism, just a weapon to hunt the 'snake', as long as there is no instruction from her superiors, she will only lie quietly in the corner like a weapon, motionless.

As for lamentation and sorrow - this kind of thing, she has long forgotten.

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In the magic workshop, Fang Yi silently looked at the computer, revealing a wry smile.

Before he got the information, he had already done a lot of work, and even informed Tamamo to prepare for the translation of magic documents.

As a result, the result of the incident made him a little crying and laughing.

Yan Fenglizheng and Kenneth, in order to prevent Caster, the servant of the seat of magic, from intercepting their information with magic, specially chose to use modern technology 'fax machine' to send the information to their respective backgrounds, and they even omitted the process of using magic words to translate because they were not very good at using fax machines.

Now it's okay, Fang Yi has saved all the effort, and directly through the drone's camera, he has obtained the information received and sent by the two of them.

Although it is said that it saves a few efforts, it is a good thing for Fang Yi, but right......

"This feeling of fighting wits with the air is really subtle......

Looking at these two pieces of information, Fang Yi began to keep tapping the keyboard in his hand, and after a while, he dug out the two troops sent by the Templar Church and the Magic Association in the dark web.

Experienced magicians, ruthless agents, even in front of the servant, they are almost like bugs, but ......

"There are a lot of bugs, and it's annoying. "

If these two troops were allowed to reach Dongmu, then Fang Yi would inevitably have a headache, and he didn't need even a second, so Fang Yi decided on a way to deal with these two troops.

Tapping on the keyboard, he immediately gathered a group of mercenaries through his past connections.

Offending the Templar Church?

Anger the Magic Society?

In front of that group of battle maniacs, these are not a problem at all, as long as the money is given enough, let alone let them agree to this tricky deal, even if they are called dogs on the spot, it is not impossible.

After all, mercenaries, the hunting dogs on the battlefield, are such an existence.

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