Head of Chaldea

Seeing the detective come back with the violin case, Fujimaru Tatsuka poured him a cup of tea and greeted him, "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's nothing, a simple field mission - I can understand it this way, but..." Holmes straightened his appearance, the camouflage created by the treasure disappeared in an instant, and he sat on the armchair by the table in the posture he felt most comfortable Next, "If you were a real idol, you wouldn't do such a thing, Mr. Fujimaru."

"There's nothing wrong with that, is there?"

He tapped his forehead with his fingers: "No, that's exactly the problem. This child undoubtedly has talent, the keen sense of smell and wisdom needed to be a detective, but getting too close to us is not a good thing."

Fujimaru Tachika was playing with a card with ancient Egyptian characters engraved on the back and a Holy Grail and a cluster of flames on the front. This was something he held tightly in his hand after waking up from that wonderful space.

Hearing Holmes say this, he seemed very relieved: "The cornerstone of this world is the third power of seven, and the soil where magic can take root is very limited. If Conan wants to transfer to magic, it depends on whether there is anyone who can teach him."

"That's right," the detective had a faint smile on his face, he picked up his signature pipe, and said happily, "The puzzle you entrusted to me already has an answer, doesn't it?"

Fujimaru Tateka choked. He couldn't figure out what the two patterns on the card represented, so he entrusted it to Holmes as a puzzle.

He clenched his hands into fists and propped them on his chin: "Could it be that..."

Holmes readily gave up the honor of telling the answer to Fujimaru Tateka: "Well, please tell me."

"Does this mean that I want to make a Goblet of Fire?"

Holmes: "..."

Holmes said softly, "Then Hufflepuff will deduct fifty points first."

"No, professor!" Fujimaru Tateka wailed, and said seriously, "Speaking seriously, I seem to understand what it means, that is to say, there is a difference between the system with magic as the cornerstone and the system with the flame of death as the cornerstone. What’s the point of knowing this?”

"In a word, things that can't be done in the field of magic, and wishes that can't be realized, might be able to be fulfilled by changing the power system. Of course, you have such a wish, right?" Green eyes inspected the young man , the detective pointed that out directly and clearly.

To this day, there is still a room in Chaldea, with replacement uniforms hanging on the wall, and books on the table are messy, as if the owner simply went out and would come back anytime.

"Ah."

Fujimaru Tachika responded, he slowly grasped the card tightly, the edges and corners of the paper pierced deeply into his palm, the pain would clear his nerves.

Gaitia opened his fingers one by one, and put away the cards with red stains on the edges. His gaze was slightly deflected, and he met the pair of blue pupils full of thoughts.

The man's fingertips brushed against the imprint of his palm, without relying on any words of communication, in that silence they understood each other's will, and making a decision became a matter of course.

Fujimaru Tachika has always been a person who will work hard to make a choice, but after some discussion, they suddenly found that the third power of seven does not have the wish-making function similar to the Holy Grail.

"This..." The young man scratched his head in distress, the phone rang, and he went out to answer the phone after saying something briefly.

Matthew returned to Chaldea because of the summer vacation, and is currently serving as Da Vinci's right-hand man to help with Chaldea's daily affairs. When she called, Fujimaru Tatsuka couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, for fear that there was something wrong with the observatory. And I couldn't rush to help in time.

After learning about his troubles, Matthew chuckled briefly, then held back, with a blushing blushing on her face: "That, that, I don't mean to laugh at senior! It's just that I feel worried by senior. This incident makes me a little...happy."

Then, Matthew told him one thing - she had received an invitation from Yokohama.

Fujimaru Tachika's face suddenly darkened.

This matter has to start from the beginning, Merlin resumed his old business and built a chat website that can connect to different worlds. Matthew made a pen pal named Xieyang in it. This person's real name is Osamu Dazai.

Worried about Mash being deceived, Fujimaru Tatsuka took Gaitia to Yokohama to investigate Dazai Osamu.Unexpectedly, because of the contract with Getia, Yokohama's book consciousness also recognized him as the enemy of the world, and temporarily blocked him in Yokohama.

Later, under the calculation of the devil Dostoevsky, Yokohama almost suffered a human burning.Thankfully, there was a happy ending.

Thinking of the scene at that time, Fujimaru Tachika secretly ground her teeth, but her nerves suddenly thought of the book that is said to write down anything that can come true.

"Senior...?" Matthew hesitated, "The expression is a little strange? Did something happen over there?"

"Not at all. Yokohama, right? Then let's go there as well, as a vacation." He replied with a smile, "I'll wait for you at the hotel."

To go to Yokohama, you must first go to Fujimaru Tatsuka's hometown in Hokkaido.

At the age of 22, he learned from his parents that his family had another ancestral property, which was a hot spring hotel in Hokkaido.He couldn't bear the urging of his parents to check on the spot, and happened to summon Emiya and Red Enma, so he had to embark on the road of rebuilding the hotel.

The forest surrounding the hotel has been called the forest of gods since ancient times. According to Getia’s explanation, the terrain here is quite special, and there are occasional overlaps between dimensions. When the existence of the border of the world becomes blurred, pass through Barriers are not difficult either.

Although Chaldea has been bought, the hotel is still in business. Red Enma is in charge of catering. The Knights of the Round Table are helping and going to Tsunayoshi Sawada’s world in rotation to assist Mafia who is running Mafia in Palermo. Moriarty.

After going around like this, more people are going to Yokohama.

Yokohama station.

Several luxury cars were parked on the side of the road. The owners put their hands in their pockets and leaned against the door. From time to time, they lowered their heads to check the time, and then continued to stare blankly at the dense crowd.

At this time, a clear voice came from somewhere: "Zhongye, this way!"

At the same time, the commotion was also caused by the crowd. Even the well-informed port mafia cadres couldn't help being stunned at this moment.

There is no other reason. Behind the black-haired and blue-eyed young man is a group of handsome men and beautiful women of excellent quality. They wear summer clothes with the same style, and each appearance is one in a thousand. For them, the street is the top. The runway can show their different styles to the fullest.

"I'm sorry, there are a lot of people who are worried about coming over." Fujimaru Tatsuka folded his hands and apologized to him.

The orange-haired young man wearing a hat looked at the large group of people behind Fujimaru Tachika, and couldn't find a suitable line for a while, and finally put the pot on Dazai Osamu's head: "If the inviter is that mackerel bastard, It’s not surprising that there are twice as many people.”

Nakahara Chuya was the second victim who was deceived by Meilin Net. Fujimaru Tateka forged a deep friendship with him when he first visited Yokohama, especially in the face of Osamu Dazai. It has reached the point where it lasts forever and is lingering.

Fujimaru Tachika's gaze moved to his side, and asked curiously, "Is this your colleague?"

There was also a black-haired young man who came to pick up people with Nakahara Zhongya. He was still dressed in black meticulously on a hot day, and he looked very mafia-like.

Nakahara also coughed slightly, and introduced: "This is the guerrilla captain directly under the leader, Akutagawa Ryunosuke."

"Hi, I'm Fujimaru Tachika." He immediately extended his hand and greeted him friendly.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke was stunned for a moment, and put his hand on it, his palm was cold: "By order of the leader, I'm here to welcome everyone."

There are a lot of people coming here from Fujimaru Tatsuka, but they have contacted in advance before coming, and the vehicles are ready, and the rest is the problem of group rides.

He wasn't worried about the round table, but...

Akutagawa Ryunosuke's driving style is very safe, with Nakahara Chuya in front and Higuchi Kazuyo's car behind.

The scenery in a different place outside the window flows like water, and the overly bright sun fills the space, driven by the airflow, it vaguely distorts the normal appearance of the scenery.

Gaitia was sitting in the co-pilot, and Fujimaru Tachika was sitting in the middle of the back seat.

"Master, I've wanted to ask for a long time," Moriarty crossed his legs and leaned his cane half-horizontally on his legs. He sighed and said in an extremely distressed voice, "I came to Yokohama for Why did this detective come to meddle in the affairs of the Chaldean mafia and the port mafia?"

Fujimaru Tatsuka calmed down skillfully and said, "Because there is something else, I need Holmes' help as a reference."

"Oh, just ask me if you need reference. I've recommended it many times, master? It's better to just throw that detective over there who makes people angry just because of his existence, like Just like throwing out trash, then I will completely erase his existence like I do with trash." The professor urged.

"Haha." Holmes took down the pipe that had been dangling but not filled with tobacco, and laughed comfortably. "That's right. I happen to have something I'm thinking about, my assistant. Please tell me first, Lai from Yokohama. Where is Simbach?"

Fujimaru Tatsuka said earnestly: "...Not every place has Reichenbach."

If it wasn't for the existence of the car roof, Moriarty would have jumped up. The middle-aged gentleman completely gave up his restraint and elegance, blowing his beard and staring at the side: "What's the matter! Why don't we choose a place to compete now? Let’s go! Oh, there’s a good place here, it’s better to be here!”

A natural shadow just shrouded this section of the road. Because of their conversation, the vehicle slowed down, allowing them to better visit the dense vegetation.

There is a small decorated wall outside, the color and rich green mix to create a quiet and solemn atmosphere, if it is a summer resting place, this is probably a good choice.

Fujimaru Tatsuka felt uncomfortable being caught between the professor and the detective, so he simply asked, "Akutagawa-kun, I remember this name, right?"

"Yes."

"Excuse me, what kind of park is that over there?"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke looked at the young man through the rearview mirror, a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes.

For the sake of the leader's instructions and politeness, he remained silent for a few seconds and replied, "No, it's the crematorium."

The whole car: "..."

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