A Bouquet for Rocky [Comprehensive British and American]

Since Mr. Caster insisted so much, Eve could only put away the syringe and anticoagulant again.

"I should go to Mujik to transplant the Command Seal tomorrow."

Eve asked: "Are you going with me? Only Mr. Strange, I always feel that the transplant process will not be very friendly."

"The words of that second-rate magician... Heh."

Rocky snorted coldly: "But why should I increase your bargaining chips to limit me? I'm not going."

"I didn't use Command Seals to force you to do anything."

Eve is very innocent: "The only swipe I used was to get out of Gilgamesh's hands, and if there was a later chance that time, maybe someone would die."

"This is the sword of Damocles."

The God of Tricks seemed meaningful: "Anyone would find it unacceptable that the power to restrict oneself is in the hands of human beings."

"...Evidently, the servants of the previous generation accepted a good look."

The magician muttered softly, and after Loki's probing eyes cast him, he obediently shut his mouth.

"...Alright, then I will go there tomorrow by myself, and I will contact you if there is any problem. Anyway, our vision is connected now, and the hearing channel can also be opened if you need it."

Eve compromised.

Loki blinked and hinted frantically: "If you are willing to sign a simple magic contract, maybe I can go with you to perform the command spell transplantation, and that fat man from the Mujik family won't be forced to Cut off your own hands."

Oh my God, he still remembers that guy's last name. After staying in Midgard for a long time, he really put a lot of useless junk information in his head. After the Holy Grail War is over, he must clean it up Just one click...

"What contract?"

Eve was confused and said, "Is it valid to sign a magic contract with a follower... Ah yes, you are not an ordinary follower, you are a god who is alive right now."

Then the condition is established, but the magician soon thought of another problem: "But in this case, you have to tell me your real name. You are not very willing to say it, right? I was thinking of you before." That's why I keep calling him Caster..."

"Crap."

Loki urged: "Just write your own name first, and then let me do the final signature!"

Eve nodded, that's fine.

She unfolded a parchment scroll, and her fingers stopped on the first line: "What is the content of the agreement?"

"I said you write."

Loki sat opposite Eve, and tapped the parchment with his fingertips: "First, it is absolutely forbidden to use command spells to interfere with the contractor's free will."

Eve: "..."

Is the request so harsh?

Loki continued: "The second rule prohibits the use of command spells to cause followers to commit suicide. The third rule prohibits the use of command spells to order suicide attacks. The fourth rule prohibits the use of command spells to order sacrifices to save oneself. Others' orders..."

Eve: "...The next few lines are pretty normal, but the first line is too broad, this is really..."

Rocky raised his eyebrows: "You really have ghosts in your heart! Otherwise, why would you not want to sign! When the two of us face strategic choices, my thousand years of experience must be better than that of a guy like you who just climbed out of a petri dish." Come to the depths..."

Eve said with difficulty: "No, I mean, my magic power cannot support such a wide range of magic contracts. I don't know how your gods' agreements are concluded. I am already the best group of magicians among human beings. Teacher, it’s really not that I didn’t sign on purpose.”

Loki: "..."

Fine.He reluctantly thought, the magicians in Midgard are really troublesome, with low magic power, cumbersome spells, and the content of the contract that can be supported is also greatly limited.He reached out and tapped the parchment in a reluctant tone: "Then write the remaining few items. In short, I want to get the Holy Grail alive-to make sure that we are still in the same camp."

The magician obediently stretched out his hand across the paper, and as the fingertips swiped across the parchment, beautiful cursive characters emerged one after another.Eve swiped and signed her name at the end, which was still a long string, ending with Velvet, the magic engraved name.

Loki glanced at the long list of "Evelia von Einzbern Velvet" and asked: "Is your magic name one of the wedges for the contract to work? Because you bear the magic seal And the source of magic, so you can't betray your own spells?"

"Well, something like a psychological suggestion."

Eve's explanation is very ambiguous, but this does not affect Loki's understanding of the principle - almost most of the source of power of the magician in the atrium is inherited from the magic seal and the magician's family, so the family and the seal are used as wedges The written contract will suppress the source of almost all the power of a magician, and the consequences of breaking the promise are self-evident.

Loki took the parchment scroll with the content of the magic contract written, put his finger on the place where the signature was written, and did not write his name for a long time.

——As the correspondence of Eve's magic name, under the effect of this spell, he also needs to write his own name.

The question he had asked hoarsely in the halls of Asgard now seemed to return to his fingertips with silence.Now there will be no Odin or Sol to make any judgments on his identity, and his mother will not stand beside him gently. What he is facing is a piece of parchment, and the array of spells under the paper is neat The contract rune.

Magic will not betray people. Magic is the most cold and rational thing in the world. It is a part of knowledge, and it is a fortress of wisdom piled up one after another with only reason and no warmth.

As for the magic of Midgard, it wants to write down its own most essential and rooted name.

The fingertips of the god of trickery stopped at the place where the signature was signed, and he didn't write a word for a long time until Eve waited for a long time and showed puzzled eyes.

"I will accept this contract first, and I will make it effective when the time is right."

Loki unintentionally rolled up the parchment and put it away, but still met the magician's suspicious gaze.

"...You don't want to tamper with the content of the agreement, do you?"

Eve said cautiously.

"Then you better hope I don't have that thought."

The God of Tricks took the sheepskin and swung away, and looked back triumphantly, but didn't see the expected angry expression.

"...Is there something wrong with your emotional module?"

Loki found it incredible: "Or when you were created, did you impose some weird restrictions or curses."

Most people should be symbolically angry at such a time, right?

"This has nothing to do with the Holy Grail War, and I didn't intend to use Command Seals to do those things."

Eve seemed plausible: "The essence of the command spell is a strong binding spell that provides a lot of magic power, and the magic power it can call can even directly let a servant release the treasure on the spot... For you, even if there is no treasure release so In other words, it is also possible to restore the combat effectiveness of the peak period in a short period of time."

"Although it is a verbal promise, I can promise that these command spells will only be used to increase the strength during the battle."

The magician looked confident and confident, as if he really wanted to use this method to win the Holy Grail War beautifully.Beneath the white hair and the wide hood, a red mark on the neck was clearly visible.

It's that look again.

Mingming's eyes were a completely different color, nothing like Thor's boring blue eyes.But the fearless look of "everything will be fine" is still disgusting.And if it's Sol, it can be judged that this is a thoughtless delusion born by a brainless guy, but as a magician, it is impossible to make a completely thoughtless judgment.

So, the magicians in Midgard really have problems!

Loki took two steps back and slammed the door of the bedroom hard, leaving Eveton who was standing in the living room confused: Why on earth was he angry again.

Eve felt that she was far above the territory of the United States, and she seemed to face the classic question three times in the El-Mello classroom again, why Rin was angry again, why Luvia was angry again, and why they were arguing again.

In the room, Loki quickly wrote down the name "Rocky Laufeson" on the parchment, and an orange light flashed across the parchment, indicating that the magic contract had not been established.

No matter from which angle it is explained, this proves that this name is not the real name he recognizes at the soul level.

However, the name Rocky Odinson, he didn't want to write at all.

The god of trickery wandered around the room a few times, but in the end he couldn't think of any way to make him feel better. Finally, he opened the door with a dark face, raised his hand and summoned a ball of water, covering his head and face He poured it down on someone who was confused.

Eve: "...???"

Whatthef...

"what are you doing?"

The magician looked like he was facing an enemy, he raised the gemstone in his hand and stepped back two steps: "If you have something to say, please say it, I didn't cheat in the contract."

Loki raised his chin and smiled with disgust, looking at the blanket and pillows on the sofa. The magician has been curled up on the sofa to sleep in the past few days when he left the bedroom.He walked straight towards Eve, put one hand on the top of the other's head, and cast a simple drying spell.

The opponent didn't dodge, and he stood firmly on his heels, completely motionless.It's as if if the drying spell was replaced by some kind of soul-stealing magic, or a precise killing technique.

——There are enough temptations today.

The God of Trickster subtly had the urge to sigh.It wasn't trust, he thought, trust was something else entirely, it was confidence.I believe that they, as a community of interests, will be able to win the final victory of the Holy Grail War, seize the omnipotent wish machine, and the inexhaustible cauldron of magic power.

He pushed open the door of his room and pointed to the blankets and pillows on the sofa: "Come in, it's troublesome to do two sets of defensive techniques in one workshop, and the living room can be used to do a lot of concealment or means of attack."

The magician's eyes lit up visible to the naked eye, as if he was very satisfied with this arrangement.

"Then please take care of me from now on, Mr. Caster."