The theft of his suitcase was undoubtedly a huge crisis for Wilbur Wilhelm.
The books in the chest did not matter. As long as he could win the Holy Grail War and obtain the All-purpose Cauldron, he could have as many books as he wanted. What gave Wilbur a headache was that the item was also in the chest.
If he could use this holy relic to summon a heroic spirit, his chances of winning would definitely increase greatly, but now…
"Damn it, damn it, damn it! This damned thief!"
He looked at the empty chicken farm and let out a heart-wrenching roar. The props that were originally stolen had been stolen by others. This was considered retribution for evil.
If he had lost this suitcase somewhere else, he might have been able to rely on the power of the secular police to search for it. But now, what he was doing was no different from that thief.
If he really did call the police, how would he answer questions like 'where was the crime committed' and 'what was he doing at that time'?
Oh, I was stealing chickens at the chicken farm and didn't notice that my suitcase was stolen. If he answered like that, he would definitely be locked up in the police station before the thief and wouldn't be able to participate in the Holy Grail War.
Losing this opportunity would not only humiliate him, but he would also have to face his mentor's wrath after he was released. He did not think that his mentor would forget that he had stolen the holy relic. If Wilber Wilvert did not win the Battle of the Holy Grail, then there was only one outcome waiting for him.
"That guy, Kensi, will definitely kill me! No, I can't stop here!”
Wilbur felt a chill run down his spine when he thought of his tragic future. He knew that after he stole the holy relic of Kensi, he had no way out. Even if he did not do it to avenge himself…
Even if it was for his own life, he had to win this Holy Grail War.
Perhaps the Holy Grail had sensed the determination of the young magician. Three scarlet command incantations slowly appeared on his right hand. Looking at the scarlet scars, the young magician calmed down and quickly escaped from the chicken farm with the three struggling chickens in his hand.
After leaving that unlucky area, Wilbur came to a quiet forest. Although his magic skills weren't good, he still had some basic knowledge of magic.
As more people knew about magic, its power would decrease. Therefore, magicians would try their best not to expose their magic to the public. As a magician, Wilbur naturally knew the unspoken rules of the magic world.
According to the memories in his mind, he drew a magic array to summon the heroic spirit on the wet ground. After killing the three chickens, the young man who sprinkled his blood on the ground began to chant the incantation.
"Proclaim that you are under me and entrust my fate to your sword. Obey the summons of the Grail, and if you obey this decree and the laws of nature, answer at once-"
When his vocal cords uttered the first syllable, he instantly felt his vision darken. The magic power in his body was like boiling water, constantly surging, wanting to break through his body and come out of his body.
"I swear. I do the good of the world and get rid of all the evil of the world.”
Even though Wilbur was already prepared for the unhappiness brought about by this magic ritual, he still couldn't help but clench his teeth and endure the mana turbulence in his body.
"-Entangling your three great spirits, from the Wheel of Restraint, guardian of the scales-!”
When the last incantation was finished, the young man felt the flow of magic power in his body accelerate to the extreme. At the same time, a thin and beautiful figure appeared in the summoning circle.
That's right, Herman-Wilbur confirmed that he wasn't seeing things because his mana had been drained. As the mana stopped flowing out, the heroic spirit in the summoning circle slowly walked out in front of him.
Without a holy relic, it was impossible for him to summon Emperor Iskandar. He was already mentally prepared for this, but...
After seeing this pink-haired girl, he was still stunned. Half of the reason was because this pink-haired girl was too beautiful, and the other half was…
"So weak…"
Through his Master's Authority, he saw the girl's terrible attributes. Her D-rank strength and durability, and her B-rank agility had already determined that she would not be able to easily defeat the other followers in the Holy Grail War.
"Well, don't mind such a small matter, Master-"
Although she felt the pain in the young man's heart, the pink-haired girl forcefully ignored this feeling and looked at the young man with a bright smile.
"Servant Rider, Astolford, has responded to your summons. From today onwards, please take care of me, Master.”
Young lady…
That's not true!
……
In the base that Fang Cheng had chosen, he was monitoring the scene of Wilbur Wilhelm summoning the heroic spirit through a drone.
As technology was the blind spot of traditional magicians, Wilbur naturally did not realize that he was being monitored. Now, he was sighing helplessly after summoning his weak follower.
Astolford? Although he wasn't very strong, he had the Debuff of " Evasion of Reason ", so he acted without restraint...
Therefore, it was better to be on guard against him…
Looking at the pink-haired follower, Fang Cheng closed the book in his hand and muttered to himself. Unlike others, he had the reality skill " True Name Seeker " and instantly knew the other party's identity when he saw his face.
Astolford, one of Charlemagne's 12 knights, was also the most famous cross-dressing boss in the Crescent world. Although she was extremely unstable due to the loss of rationality, she had four precious artifacts, so she was definitely not an opponent that Fang Cheng could easily kill. Even if he could severely injure her, Astolford could still rely on the precious artifact " The Phantom Horse that Doesn't Exist in This World " to perform a dimensional jump and instantly leave the battlefield.
However, compared to Astorfor, Fang Cheng cared more about Wilbur Wilvert.
After flipping through the book for a short period of time, Fang Cheng had changed his opinion of Wilbur. The notes in the book actually allowed Fang Cheng, a layman in magic, to easily understand the contents.
Wilbur Wilhelm was indeed a rare talent, but it was not in the field of magic learning. His talent was in organizing knowledge and teaching others. He might not be a powerful magician, but he could be a good magic coach.
"Perhaps he is a talent worth guiding.”
Wilbur Wilhelm was indeed a rare talent, but it was not in the study of magic. His talent was in organizing knowledge and teaching it to others.
Unknowingly, Fang Cheng had already developed a sense of appreciation for this young man. He believed that Wilbur might not be able to become a powerful magician, but as long as this young man was given enough time, he should be able to become a good magic teacher.
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