Magician in Type-Moon

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Another knock.

This caused a commotion in the surrounding area.

Then, Matouchi's hand reached 20.

The other customers did not deal any more cards, so the dealer revealed a face-down card: the Queen of Hearts.

Both 10 and face cards are counted as 10 points.

The other card that was revealed beforehand was the 9 of spades, making a total of 19.

"congratulations."

Despite the praise from the inorganic dealer, Matouike remained melancholy.

Matouchi collected the chips into the tray beside him, while the gold coins were thrown directly into the briefcase, making a low metallic clanging sound.

The casino's dazzling lights reflected his indifferent expression.

Medea smiled slightly, adjusted her hood, and followed in his footsteps.

At the gambling tables behind them, some customers were whispering among themselves, while most others simply watched them leave, their eyes filled with varying degrees of warmth or coldness.

Matouchi's victory did not elicit any cheers; instead, it made the atmosphere even more tense.

As they walked through the corridor, Matouchi did not stop or try to avoid the gazes from behind, until they reached a relatively quiet corner.

"What's bothering you?" Medea turned her head to look at him, her violet eyes carrying a hint of amusement. "You're so lucky, but you can't be happy?"

Matouchi stopped, tapping lightly on the lid of the suitcase with his fingers, his expression inscrutable.

Open the briefcase to count the chips.

The chips were stored on a bright red velvet cloth, with purple representing 100,000 euros and black representing 10,000 euros.

Seventeen million euros, nearly four times the initial amount.

This should be something to be happy about.

However, Matou Ike's expression showed no sign of this.

Matou Ike picked up a gold coin from a pile of chips.

Matouchi gently stroked the gold coin with her fingertips.

It felt heavy, not just because of the weight of the gold, but because of some kind of technique.

It's likely that the banquet on board used some kind of magic to verify the information. Although I, not being a magician, couldn't discern the technique, I could still sense a powerful magic within it.

This includes three different types of gold coins with distinct patterns.

Based on the crocodile pattern gold coin, the eagle pattern gold coin is worth 5 coins, and the lion pattern gold coin is worth 10 coins.

Matouchi counted the number of gold coins briefly.

There are a total of 180 pieces.

"The money has increased nearly fourfold, but the crucial gold coins have only increased by 80%?"

Matou Ike twitched the corner of his mouth.

Medea blinked, not understanding what Matouchi meant.

"What's wrong? Are you alright?"

She wasn't a participant in the boat banquet, so she didn't know the rules of the second round of the game, and she was too lazy to ask. After all, in her eyes, this kind of thing could be left to Matou Ike.

"The condition for this banquet on the ship wasn't chips, but gold coins from over there. We won the bet, but the difference in growth between the two is so huge, it's clear that someone else is manipulating things."

Medea frowned upon hearing this.

"So, someone is manipulating the flow of gold coins?"

Matou Ike tapped the table with his fingertip, his gaze falling on the small pile of gold coins.

"No, it should be considered a forced victory."

"We were forced to win?" Medea asked, somewhat puzzled.

"It means exactly what it says. Just react to what comes your way and go with the flow. The condition for the second game is to have 500 gold coins within a day."

Matou squinted slightly.

Since the initial amount of gold coins was one hundred, the journey was still long.

Matou took a cell phone out of his jacket pocket and checked the time.

It's often said that there are no clocks in casinos, and indeed, you won't see any watches in the casino at Deadline Joyful Ship.

The numbers on the phone indicated 9:37 a.m.

The ship will set sail in two and a half hours.

"Should we double-check the situation with Miss Luvia?" Medea asked from the side.

“Okay.” Matou Ike nodded, accepting Medea’s suggestion.

He then began to contact the fly-like familiars he had previously sent out.

Chapter 458 Questions

"Luvia, what happened?"

Although it was Matou Ike who took the initiative to contact Luvia, Luvia had already harassed Matou Ike countless times before that.

However, he ignored it because there was no break in the gambling game.

Having just finished the game, Matou Ike was finally able to conduct remote communication using the foresight spell inscribed within her familiar.

As soon as the call connected, Luvia's disgruntled voice came from the other end: "So you've finally decided to reply? I'm not that patient!"

Matou immediately stopped the spell to avoid being shocked by the volume of the other party's voice.

You'd think you'd received a shouting letter if you didn't know better.

"Alright, get to the point. I was at the gambling table just now." After a while, Matou Ike restored communication.

"You know Emiya Kiritsugu, right?" Luvia asked.

“Emiya Kiritsugu—the Magician Killer, of course I know him.” Matou Ike raised an eyebrow.

“Then you should have heard of his Mystic Code, Origin Bullet,” Luvia said.

"What are you trying to say by bringing this up?" Although she already had a general idea, Matou Ike still asked.

“It has fallen into the hands of some gang in Monaco.” Luvia’s voice carried a hint of displeasure. “Moreover, it seems to be involved in the case of the disappearance of Monarch Marisbury.”

"So, is the guy who killed Kiz the same group that kidnapped Lord Marisbury?"

Matou Ike's tone was tinged with emotion, as if he were piecing together an unfinished jigsaw puzzle.

"Huh?!" Luvia's scream cut through the communication like a blade through the foresight spell, making my eardrums ache.

Just as he instinctively wanted to cover his ears, the voice changed on the other end, through the familiar.

"Hey, I heard that old man's been killed?"

Matou Ike's finger paused in mid-air; he recognized that voice.

"...Bai Ruolong, are you also traveling with Luvia?"

This guy, who had personally seized power, was now standing on Luvia's side.

Unexpected situations kept happening one after another, like magic cards flipping over, with patterns and numbers changing at the same time, making it impossible to predict what the next card would be.

"Hey, can you answer my question first?" Bai Ruolong asked impatiently. "Is it true that my stinky old man was killed?"

“That’s right.” Matou Ike answered decisively. “I saw his body with my own eyes. And—I’ve seen that kind of death before.”

"...What do you mean?" Luvia's voice came from the other end, tinged with unease.

“There were no external injuries, but the magic circuits inside the body were completely destroyed and disordered,” Matou Ike said slowly. “It’s more like the magic structure was completely shredded in some way than an assassination.”

At the other end of the foresight spell, Bai Ruolong's voice did not sound for a moment.

Then came a groan that was difficult to decipher.

"...Hey, is this for real?"

So what exactly were those feelings?

His voice held no anger, nor did it sound like he was mourning. It was more like he was standing at a crossroads, unsure which step to take.

During the Farsight spell, Luvia's voice regained dominance.

“I once made a pact with Kiz—the loser must obey the winner of the ship banquet.”

"...What did you say?" Matou Ike asked, somewhat puzzled. He didn't know when Luvia and Kiz had become connected.

“But if Kiz is killed, wouldn’t that contract be null and void?” Luvia didn’t explain, but continued to speak.

At the same time, she output the contract she and Kiz signed in the Foresight spell.

After a thorough examination, Matouchi said:

"Unfortunately, that's not the case. This contract should include the disciple. Oh, I'm not referring to Bai Ruolong from your place. I don't know what happened, but Melvin actually became Kiz's disciple. It seems he only received half a day of instruction, yet he demonstrated the great magic of the Age of Gods. Mr. Vanfem has also confirmed this."

This time, Luvia also fell silent.

That silence was almost synonymous with fear or trembling.

"...That scumbag magician from the Weinz family? What's going on? He mastered magic from the Age of Gods after only a short time of teaching? Modern magicians couldn't possibly do that!"

Luvia's question was filled with incredulous anger, but Bai Ruolong responded with a slightly helpless voice.

"No, if it were my old man, he could still manage that."

"what?"

"The so-called magicians of the Wandering Sea are not merely those who 'can' use' magic from the Age of Gods," Bai Ruolong said slowly.

"What they are researching is how to continue the development of magic from the Age of Gods in the modern era. For them, magic from the Age of Gods has not died out, but is still active today. Just as the magicians of the Clock Tower have made modern magic advance step by step, the magicians of the Wandering Sea are still creating the most cutting-edge magic from the Age of Gods."

"Strange things are happening one after another."

Luvia sighed.