Hey Timothy Grail

The youthful white teeth gleamed brightly.

The young man proudly showed off the white envelope.

Dude, you can do whatever you want with money.

017 The Man Who Conditioned Weber's Body

"So what exactly do you want?"

"Of course, I used the power of my whole family to get the invitation letter for the Rail Zeppelin! Even if I am the only one, I must help Webber take pictures of his favorite magic eyes, and then sell them to others!"

That's right.

This young man is indeed Weber's "best friend".However, that doesn't mean he's automatically equated with Weber's "companion."Otherwise, he certainly wouldn't have sent his brother into the extremely dangerous Holy Grail War.In a sense, this young man was a worse intelligent prisoner than Reinis, and a more self-aware happy prisoner than Flatt.

"Okay, hurry up! The sooner, the better! The trumpet for departure has already sounded!"

Youth—Melvin declared clearly.

then.

In the next second, he was pulled back by Fang Han and Gu Da who suddenly reacted, and they were as friendly as the lovers they had met in their previous life.

Good guy, who can resist the money bag being sent up on its own initiative.

If it doesn't work, it's also great to let the military division take a lot of responsibility with his body.

Back in the guest room on the train, the young man drank warm coffee, as if he had finally regained his strength, he let out a sigh of relief.

"Ahahaha. Thank you so much. Not only dragged me here, but also bought me coffee."

"...After all, you are Kong Ming's 'good friend', so we can't just ignore death."

Fang Han's words had some ambiguous meaning, but he didn't know if he was listening, and he still drank his coffee with a careless expression.

Olga Marie looked at him like a third-rate liar and asked.

"You are Melvin Weinz?"

"Oh, do you know me!"

The young man smiled and snapped his fingers.

Then he narrowed one eye and put his index finger on his cheek, snarling so annoyingly.

And the little director didn't hide the doubt in his voice at all, asking like this.

"It's rumored that the lawyer who never leaves his workshop came here, what's the reason?"

"Oh, hahahahaha. Recently, I have been in good health. Then I heard that someone from the Modern Magic Department of the Clock Tower organized a team to collect the magic eye train. I just wanted to confirm it with my own eyes. Actually, I invited Weber, but I was rejected Well, he said that everyone was fishing and he worked overtime alone so he had no time to care about me. Then I headed towards the meeting point of the Rail Zeppelin, and suddenly there was [流出了某林] on the ground. 】."

His words cannot be ignored.

"You invited El-Melloi II? No, compared to that, you said gushing out of the forest?"

"That's right, that's right. It looks just like in the game, and the wilderness turns into a forest with a buzz. Oh, it's quite spectacular to say the least."

The young man—Melvin used his fingers to describe the scene at that time.

"Then a tentacle-like branch protruded from the forest and entangled my helicopter. Ahaha, the propeller was also brittle, and the shell was torn like paper. I thought I was going to die. Fortunately, I escaped before the plane crashed and crawled here. I passed out halfway, but luckily you found it.”

Although the young man wrapped in a blanket showed a hearty smile, I felt my throat twitching.As he said, does this strange forest have the ability to capture and crash helicopters in the sky?

Since it's hard for magicians to fly, no one should be able to catch this train...someone said that before.However, he must not have expected the appearance of a magician in a helicopter and a forest that could shoot him down.

△

"What, cancel the auction??"

"It's over before I come??"

After Melvin eagerly accepted Fang Han and Guda's welcome, he hasn't said anything yet.

The lady next to him unfortunately told him about this matter.

"That being said, I recall that the auction was indeed aborted once."

"It seems to have something to do with Aozaki Touko and her familiar. The former manager seems to have disappeared because of that dispute. ——If there is one, there will be two. At least it is natural to have this kind of thinking."

Lainis thought deeply, whether a certain crown puppeteer who disappeared from the train as soon as he got on the train was hiding in a secret place by himself, or was invited to drink tea by the true ancestor who collected the train with magic eyes, everyone had no idea. As you know, the situation is still quite delicate anyway.

"...For me, this auction can be said to be a matter of life and death."

Carabo said suddenly in a hoarse voice.

"Didn't I say it before, I'm here to provide the magic eye this time. I can't wait until next year. Although there is indeed the possibility that the removal will be carried out even if there is no auction, there is no guarantee after all. I am also sitting It's hard to be safe."

"But it's the magic eye. Shouldn't the staff here buy it first and then talk about it regardless of 21?"

Hearing Gudazi's words, the old man shook his head slowly.

"...Most of the staff here probably have no interest in the magic eye itself."

"what?"

Several girls made dull voices almost at the same time.

"But, isn't this the Rail Zeppelin? Even if the former manager is gone, isn't the auction of the magic eye still going on?"

"And according to what I've heard before, they're so persistent that they'll grab it directly. Is it true that the staff who can do this kind of thing have no interest in the magic eye at all?"

"Let's put it simply. The current staff is purely 'carrying on.'"

Yvette added.

"Although the auction was originally held to show off the magic eyes collected by the owner, it lost its meaning after the owner left. Now it is just continuing this kind of behavior. Rather, in memory of the previous owner, there will be only one It’s also normal to think of the perfect auction.”

"..."

After hearing her words, the simplest Matthew was speechless.

Ends and means are completely reversed.Although he was surprised when he heard that the owner held an auction to show off his magic eyes, he was so surprised that the staff continued to behave meaninglessly that he couldn't react.

It's like a computer running a program.Like the gears of an old clock that keeps recording the time.

Maybe this is true love.

"I mentioned it to Mr. Jean-Mario just now!"

Yvette folded her arms and pouted.

Delay be delay, the magician seemed to say so, with no intention of taking action.

The thoughts and relationships of the guests at the auction are also changing from time to time as the situation of the Rail Zeppelin changes.In the eyes of people who are not good at communication, such interpersonal relationships are simply a kind of incredible magic, but for Yvette, who claims to be a spy in the complex and peculiar power structure of the clock tower, it seems to be commonplace.

"We understand your situation. We are also embarrassed by the suspension of trains."

Corles said calmly.

"So, do you have a solution to the problem at hand?"

Hearing the boy's question, the old man in priestly clothes nodded slowly.

"I know something about this forest. ... After all, this place will become a topic in the Holy Church from time to time."

"In the Church of the Holy Church?"

"That's right. The body of this forest—Einnashe, is said to be operated by a certain Dead Apostle."

"...by the Dead Apostles,"

Cowles repeated.

"Einnashe. This is a creature that thinks and preys on its own. At the same time, some people say that it may be an inherent enchantment operated by the high-ranking dead disciples of the same name. It appears about every 50 years. Attacks gather The humans who came over used their huge magic power to nurture the fruits that grew in its depths."

Dead Apostles.One of the blood-sucking species that has been heard countless times on this train.

In this case, it is not surprising that the Templar Church knows something about it.This organization is even more hostile to the Dead Apostles than the Magic Association.Because in their view, the Dead Apostles are existences that will endanger human beings.

(……correct.)

At this point, the two from Chaldea finally understood another fact.

The unusual nervousness of the magicians when they learned that Carabor had boarded the train—probably all because they doubted whether the people of the Templar Church would sincerely participate in the auction held by the manager of the Dead Apostles.

"Did you just say that using magic power to raise fruits?"

"It's a magician after all. Do you understand the meaning of it?"

Calabore smiled wryly and explained.

"That fruit is the reason why people gather in that magical forest."

Hearing Karabo's words, both Guda and Mash held their breath.

"However, some of these blood drops will turn into seeds, and after sleeping in the ground for a period of time, they will choose a different evolution (form) from the mother parent. ——The so-called son of Einnashe is its final appearance. Now that our children are trapped, it seems that they have chosen ice and snow."

Unbelievable.

Yvette tilted her head. This action combined with her attire, no matter how you look at it, it looks like she is messing around, but now that she understands the situation of Fu Hailin in front of her, I am afraid that this girl with magic eyes is indispensable.

"..."

As if icicles had been inserted into his body, the little director felt his hair stand on end.

Obviously, I have heard similar stories from Karabo before, but hearing these descriptions from the direct victims still has a different kind of fear in my heart.

She moved her eyes away from the young man with a relaxed face, leaned into Fang Han's ear and asked.

"... Who the hell is he, Mr. Fang Han?"

"Acquaintance." Fang Han answered simply and rudely.

"Ahem...According to my understanding, he seems to be a weirdo who came from a famous family connected to the three nobles, and then because of his infirmity or some other reason, he is now a barrister for the sacrificial seat (Fes)..."