Walking in the Question and Answer System of Heroic Spirits

Rin Tohsaka: "So, you actually made a prosthetic limb out of wood!"

Lion Robber Jie Li: "Impressive, I've never seen such magic before."

Fiore: "Could it be that he created it himself?"

Gold: "Very likely."

Kenneth: "This is no ordinary wood, but a very rare spirit root. This old man is quite generous."

[Grav: "Elves are essentially created by planting themselves on stone statues, which then drive the statues to become golems. By selecting compatible individuals and cleverly combining magic circuits, this technique can also be achieved."]

"...Gulp, where did you come from...?"

Because the pain had not yet subsided, Qingxuan knelt on the ground and could barely speak.

[Grav: "This thing is a rare cursed entity on Earth, but it's not difficult to get your hands on it in Albion."]

"It's quite compatible with your Shugendō, isn't it? Although it can't become like your old arm, it does have its uses. You'll have to familiarize yourself with it through use."

Lion's Tribulation Realm: "Hahaha, it makes me want to go there and make a fortune."

Gold: "It is indeed a place where magicians can become rich overnight."

Weber: "Don't even think about it. There aren't any materials in there to resupply those weird ammunition."

Lion Jie Li: "Hehe, you're right."

[Grav: "By the way, Princess of Edfeld, you should know a few spells that allow you to automatically detect things using gems, right?"]

[Luvia: "Yes, what's wrong?"]

Graf: "That kind of magic is also very useful in Albion, but in a Grand Magic Circuit, you'd better not concentrate your magic too much, since everywhere here is filled with magic, and there's always the possibility of encountering an enemy."

"Yes, although the precision will be slightly reduced, limiting the targets of detection magic reactions is a basic practice."

[Luvia: "Limited target audience?"]

[Graf: "For example, if you target a specific attribute, it won't be a problem. In that case, just change the target attribute every second and you'll be foolproof."]

After saying this, the old man raised his hand and scattered what he was holding around him.

[Those were minerals from Albion. The old man seemed to have some trick up his sleeve when he twisted his fingers or wrists, making the minerals appear to scatter simultaneously from his palm in all directions.]

[Grav: "I scattered a few ore particles, where did they land?"]

[Luvia: "Ah, I see?"]

As she spoke, Luvia took out a blue gem and began to chant.

"Call (Awaken!)."

The brilliance of the gemstone gradually changes, from blue to red, from red to yellow, and from yellow to green.

"Seven? No, there's one more hidden in the shadows. Its location is—"

Luvia flicked the gem, and the burst of light landed on the ore the old man had just scattered, causing the ore to float to the surface.

Koles: "Is this teaching how to navigate a maze?"

Fiore: "This old man is quite thoughtful."

Graf clicked his tongue and said, "How annoying! He finished searching in less than a few words, let alone fifteen minutes. I wish my disciples had such outstanding talent."

[Fruka: "You're so long-winded, old man."]

The Second King asked, "Besides Furuka, do you have any other disciples?"

[Grav: "Oh, because I'm a magician. I don't need to be bound by the strict rules of passing down magic skills like a proper magician. But everyone except that stupid apprentice is dead."]

[Second Generation: "Huh? Dead?"]

[Grav: "...That's a boring story. Alright, you guys don't have time to waste, so let's get going."]

As he spoke, he handed the Second Prince a piece of paper.

Upon seeing the contents of the paper, the Second Prince's pupils contracted: "This...this is!"

"Hehe, this is Albion's latest map."

Graf chuckled, "I also asked around among acquaintances and checked the routes along which monsters have been sighted in recent months. If Furuga keeps an eye on this map, he should be able to minimize the chances of encountering monsters in the lower levels of the labyrinth."

[Fruika: "Hey, old man! How did you manage to do something like that?!"]

[Grav: "Hmph, an old geezer who can no longer perform any decent magic lives in a corner of a mining city; naturally, he has the means to prepare this kind of stuff."]

"Alright, as long as we follow the route on the map, we might only need to engage in minimal combat with the fantasy species residing within the Grand Magic Circuit. Something is better than nothing."

[Fruka: "That's not what I meant! Neither the spirit root nor this map are things that can be easily obtained. While I'm here, these things would cost at least a year's income!"]

[Grav: "You foolish disciple, didn't I tell you? I'm long dead. The dead don't need property. As a magician who isn't a magician, no one will inherit my property. I'm just taking this opportunity to let go of something I've been wanting to let go of all along."]

Koles: "Is this all we've done since we've only met by chance...?"

Rin Tohsaka: "This old man is really carefree."

Feng Xi: "Living in a place like this, you never know when you'll die. There's no need to cling to things you can't take with you when you die."

Lion Jie Li: "That's what they say, but many people don't see through this. In fact, some people value these things more as they get older."

Feng Xi: "It's all because of the so-called greed."

[Graf: "Hey, Your Majesty."]

[Second Generation: "Uh, what is it?"]

"I'll remember that moment for the rest of my life."

Graf chuckled, “The monarch of the Clock Tower has actually bowed down to someone like me, someone who has always been looked down upon in the magic world. Even if you told your old acquaintances, no one would believe it. No, the fact that a new generation of magicians has become the monarch is probably more unbelievable to them than a dream.”

"Thank you for the compliment."

The Second Prince nodded and said, "Although this is an unreasonable request on top of that, could you please help me pass on a message?"

"Ha, we'll see."

Graf accepted the note, took a backpack from the woven basket, and handed it to Furuka, saying, "Hey, you stupid disciple, here you go. I just picked out a few things, all exploration tools that people will be using recently... Also, take this too, it's the small knife I used when I was active, I missed the chance to give it to you before."

"Are you alright, old man?"

[Furuga said with a strange expression, "No matter how many times I asked, you wouldn't give it to me before."]

[Grav: "You know, my body can't use this knife anymore. I only kept it before because I couldn't bear to part with it."]

[Fruika: "...I understand. Thank you very much."]

Graf waved his hand and said, "No need to thank me, just go."

[Fruka: "...Old man, don't die anytime soon."]

"...In that case, you absolutely must come back."

Graf murmured, "It doesn't matter if you don't come here to show me your sour faces, but you must come back from Albion."

Tokiomi Tohsaka: "It seems the road ahead is truly fraught with danger and uncertainty."

Weber: "It's alright, we'll be back safely."

The group followed Furuika and arrived at a hilly area. Several interconnected, cracked cylindrical pillars surrounded the area, resembling a ring of megaliths, but they did not appear to be man-made; rather, they seemed to be altered by weathering.

On the way, Furuga also told everyone about Graf's past.

Graf was also a survivor of Albion. After escaping the labyrinth, he made a name for himself through his shrewdness and resourcefulness.

Unlike other magicians, he was surprisingly helpful, often taking in destitute and down-on-his-luck magicians, including Furuka.

Graf had a very bad relationship with the Clock Tower, not only because of their differing ideologies, but also because of their differing actions.

The Clock Tower always adhered to the principle of secrecy and concealment, but Grave's actions were often too conspicuous. Although he didn't violate the Clock Tower's rules, he still incurred its displeasure.

As Furuga said, Graf was too capricious and disregarded rules. He was not only sharp-tongued but also dishonest, which earned him many enemies. Even Furuga herself distanced herself from him.

[Fruga had already foreseen Graf's predicament and advised him to close the deal before being targeted and retire, but the arrogant Graf wouldn't listen.]

Later, tragedy indeed struck.

While Graf was secretly leaving the country after accepting a commission, his workshop was raided.

The attack wasn't on magicians, but on rebel troops. The workshop had been caught in the crossfire of frequent civil wars in the region.

Of course, this is only the surface.

Even if their ranks aren't high, they're still mages; how could they possibly die so easily at the hands of ordinary people? Even if the enemy had guns, they wouldn't be completely wiped out. Besides, the workshop has a barrier; its defenses aren't so weak that they could be breached by physical means alone.

[Clearly, this was the result of the magician's despise for Graves.]

When Graf returned, the workshop was in ruins. Not only were all the catalysts and curse materials he had painstakingly collected over the years looted, but even the disciples responsible for guarding the workshop had been brutally murdered, their bodies bearing the marks of torture. It was clear they had suffered until their very last breath.

Those people dared to be so arrogant perhaps because they thought Graf was alone and couldn't cause any trouble, but they were wrong.

The enraged old man transformed into a vengeful demon, finding and killing one by one the perpetrators who had attacked him, including the soldiers who happened to be present, and those who had instigated them.

As a magician skilled in divination, those people had nowhere to hide from Graf.

The revenge lasted for two years, and Graves became a feared monster.

Chapter 353 - The Vein Corridor, Odobena

(Sorry, I had something to do yesterday, so I missed an update for a day. I will make up for it when I have a chance.)