Walking in the Question and Answer System of Heroic Spirits

Waver: "Relying on mythical beasts for transportation gives people a completely different feeling."

Feng Xi: "Does it feel like you've traveled to another world?"

Weber: "Yes."

The group followed Furuka forward, carefully observing the surrounding scenery.

Several open-air stalls lined the roadside, their atmosphere international, offering not just grilled meat and fish, but a diverse array of aromas including unique spices and charred sauces.

[There are also several stalls displaying herbs, many of which likely possess medicinal effects unimaginable on the ground, perhaps even including magical entities like the elven root, which are only seen in textbooks.]

As I was walking, a commotion arose from a nearby stall, as if some argument had taken place.

Good heavens, sandstorms are raging, and purple lightning is flashing—they've already begun their attack.

People around walked by nonchalantly, as if such conflicts were commonplace.

"Don't look around aimlessly."

Noticing that Gray's movements were a bit too exaggerated, Luvia immediately whispered a reminder: "If she's seen as a newcomer and an outsider, someone will definitely try to take advantage of her. From the very beginning, I've felt about three different kinds of scrutinizing gazes."

Upon hearing this, Furuka laughed and said, "Ha, Miss, you're quite used to it."

[Luvia: "Hmph, even without having been to Albion, I have plenty of experience visiting foreign lands. Wherever it may be, Edelfelt must live with the pride befitting its name."]

"Yes, you're right."

[Fruka cautioned, "If money could solve the problem, that would be fine, but the pickpockets here prefer blood and entrails."]

[Qingxuan: "Although magicians' blood sells well everywhere, I never imagined that even internal organs could be sold here..."]

Rin Tohsaka: "Internal organs? Could it be... organ trafficking!"

Feng Xi: "It's normal. Even in a society governed by the rule of law, there's no shortage of people willing to take risks, let alone in a lawless area like Albion."

Sieg: "We're all human, why do this..."

Lion Robber Jie Li: "Kid, don't overestimate human nature. In a place like this, strength is everything."

[Grey: "The houses around here look like they're made of mud bricks, could they also be...?"]

"Oh, you noticed? By the way, your sensitivity to spells is very high. Well then, let me show you a simple and easy-to-understand example."

Finding a secluded corner, Furuka drew a divination knife from her waist and plunged it into the wall.

[Immediately after the knife was withdrawn, the puncture wound was instantly filled in.]

"Impressive, isn't it? This is like the 'visual flesh' from ZG mythology."

[Fruga explained, "Although it's only a very shallow surface layer, this is still the spirit tomb Albion. This is like the tail of a dead dragon; even the simple soil has been altered by the ancient dragon's properties, and this is particularly noticeable in this area."]

"The vast majority of buildings in this city were constructed by using magic to control the properties of this soil."

Koles: "Goodness, that means the houses here will never break down."

Tokiomi Tohsaka: "As expected of Albion, even the land possesses magic!"

Rin Tohsaka: "Um, what is visual flesh?"

Feng Xi: "It is Tai Sui, as mentioned before. Shi Rou is the name used in the Classic of Mountains and Seas."

[Grey: "I remember magic isn't suitable for mass production, is it?"]

"That's the theory on the surface; things are a bit different in this underground space."

The Second Prince explained, "Of course, this type of building sacrifices many factors, such as strength, but you can't exactly transport a crane from the ground."

"Conversely, as Furuka just said, the Great Source here is so dense it's almost excessive. One doesn't need to reach the level of dimensional magic precision of the Age of Gods to easily perform large-scale magic... Of course, this also requires a corresponding number of magicians and their corresponding strength. Therefore, there should be more excellent magicians here than at the Clock Tower on Earth."

"After all, this place has Albion's unique 'Composite Workshop.' Furthermore, setting aside the central area of ​​the mining city, the terrain in surrounding areas like this place is constantly changing. To facilitate immediate reconstruction, they utilize elemental transformation and magical puppets to continuously build these temporary towns."

[Fruga laughed: "In any case, the economic sphere of each region is built upon this great labyrinth of Albion—that nameless, deceased dragon. This city survives by gnawing on rotting corpses, stealing chunks of flesh and hair from the dead, and eating the maggots that grow on the corpses."]

[Luvia: "Oh, that sounds just my style."]

[Qingxuan: "So, where are we going next?"]

[Fruika: "Go to my teacher's place."]

Rin Tohsaka: "Uh... couldn't you use a nicer adjective?"

Lion's Robbery: "But isn't that quite accurate?"

Koles: "He said his teacher! But his teacher isn't..."

Weber: "It seems there's more to this than meets the eye."

Kenneth: "Maybe it's another teacher."

[Fruka led the group through sparsely populated streets, up a complex and winding staircase, and arrived at the outskirts of the city, which resembled an anthill.]

He stopped in a secluded corner, his fingers cautiously reaching for his belt, picking up the small knife tucked there, then tossing it into the air while chanting a short incantation.

"Lead.me."

The blade traced an arc in the air, momentarily frozen in mid-air—then accelerated sharply, embedding itself deeply into the other end of a nearby wall.

Then everyone saw that the spot where the wall that had been impaled had been transformed into a phantom, replaced by a passageway.

[Fruika: "Hmm, my teacher is still the same as always, using this troublesome illusion technique."]

Luvia finally couldn't hold back any longer and asked, "Um, are you talking about that teacher who should have been killed already?"

"—That's right, I died at the hands of this stupid disciple!"

The answer came not from Furuka, but from a strange, hoarse, yet cheerful voice deep within the passage.

Weber: "It seems that it was indeed his teacher."

Kenneth: "He faked his death and hid in Albion. It seems he offended a family or a big shot, which is why he needs to disappear in this way."

The group entered the passage, rounded a corner, and lifted a hanging curtain to reveal the scene inside.

[Simple closets and shelves, Middle Eastern-style decorations, a few celestial charts, and a small knife similar to a Furuika hanging on the wall.]

The person who had spoken earlier was in the center, a short, elderly man sitting cross-legged on a plush carpet.

The old man's skin and muscles were very elastic, making it difficult to determine his actual age, but he had no hair on his head and his teeth were yellow and uneven, suggesting he was over seventy years old.

However, the other person didn't have the so-called "old person smell"; instead, they smelled like perfume.

Seeing the hookah next to the old man, it suddenly dawned on me—it was the smell of tobacco.

[Old man: "Oh, I was thinking someone was approaching, but it turns out it's that foolish disciple I thought I'd never see again, bringing other guests with him."]

[Qingxuan: "Um, who are you?"]

The old man said, "Just call me Graf. I abandoned everything else, except that name, a long time ago."

[Qingxuan: "So, Furuka really didn't kill you?"]

"Hahaha, I, as a magician, am completely dead at his hands."

Graf laughed loudly, "My magic circuits and everything else are completely rotten. Now I can't even control the magic power of a brat of the Firstborn rank."

Furuka glanced disapprovingly at the hookah in the old man's hand and said, "You're neglecting your health again."

[Graf: "Oh, you even have to find fault with this old man's little pleasures? No wonder he's a master killer; his words are truly different."]

Weber: "As expected, the master-killer was just a hoax."

Caules: "The master and apprentice seem to have a good relationship."

Shishi Jie Li: "Although he said that all his magic circuits were destroyed, he obviously still has some trump cards up his sleeve, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to survive in a place like Albion."

[Furuka covered her face with her hands, speechless, and said, "Well, as you can see, my teacher was incredibly skilled at offending people. Seeing him so weakened, there would be a long line of people wanting to deliver the final blow, just like the tourists waiting to ride the signature amusement park rides, so I killed him."]

"To be precise, it's as if I killed him, took over the workshop and the inheritance, and then sent him to the Albion necropolis."

"Haha, after all, while the defenses at Albion's Tomb were very strict when leaving, they were surprisingly lenient when entering."

Graf chuckled, "Even if that's not the case, he's a survivor who trained here when he was young, so there's nothing he'd find inconvenient."

"Hehehe, thank me! You, who used to be such an insignificant bum, have made a splendid comeback with this!"

Furuga said unhappily, "Many people resent me for killing you first."

Graf: "That's what makes a magician—to transform that resentment into new magical opportunities."

Rin Tohsaka: "Did this old man offend so many people during his lifetime? I can't tell at all."

Feng Xi: "Perhaps it's because he had a sudden realization after being deposed; this kind of plot is quite common."

Right, that imperial advisor who can set things on fire?

Chapter 351 - You Can Only Go, You Can't Return

[Grav: "What brings you here? You two don't look like you're here to mine resources. Right, Princess Edelfelt and the young monarch of El-Melloi?"]

[The other party recognized the Second Prince and Luvia's identities at a glance; it seems they weren't hiding here indifferent to worldly affairs.]

[Frucca: "My master, we wish to reach the ancient heart of Albion, the Tomb of the Dead, within twenty-two hours."]

【"ah?"】

Graf's mouth nearly dropped to his chest. After a long pause, he rubbed his temples and said, "Have you finally gone mad, kid? If you're under a curse, out of our master-disciple relationship, I happen to have an old acquaintance in the Curse Department, 'Gigumare,' who can introduce you."

[Fruka: "I can't go into the specifics, but you once said that it's pointless for ordinary mining teams to go deeper than 100 levels because there's no way to return. However, if the goal is simply to go down, there are several ways to do so."]