Chapter 369: Head of Atlas Academy?

Even if this person said so, Kurokawa and Ya did not relax.

Obviously I haven't exposed my ability to anyone...D4C is fine, but...seeing other people's hearts, although this kind of ability is not as strong as D4C, but it is even more disgusting.

But... these are all calculated by this person.

Because I have seen countless scripts of the Xingyue world, and I still have the ability to travel through parallel worlds, so I don't care about these.

And... this person.

I'm just a dead disciple, I haven't been to other worlds, I just stay in this world...

It's just that, it has reached such a level by virtue of calculation.

This is not magic anymore, it is far from magic.

And, so is his vision.

Talking gives people a very floating feeling...

As if standing on top of the world... Although the strength may not be like this, but his vision is indeed like this.

Plus the one at the beginning [I am not the person you think, no...or should be a peer in a different world], that is to say...he knows another, in other worlds it is twenty Qizu's own, right?

This guy...

Although there is no high-level clairvoyance, but it has achieved a certain type of effect by calculation.

"As expected of the dean of the Atlas Academy... refreshed my impression of magicians..."

The dean of the Atlas Academy, one of the three schools of the Magic Association, is so strong... What about the deans of the Clock Tower and the Wandering Sea?

What about the existence of the Pope in the Holy Church?

I don't know how special it is...

I underestimated the world.

Even a Servant can't see enough in front of him...

"By the way, how about I ask a question?"

"The maker of the magic base of the subspecies Holy Grail War?"

"That's right...that's it." Kurokawa and Mi nodded, and sure enough, this person had foreseen what he wanted to ask.

"Okay, it's no secret, it was Marisbyre Animsfia who made it."

"Huh? Huh?" Kurokawa and Mi were taken aback for a moment.

"It's nothing unexpected." Tsbia said: "After all, he has the summoning system in his hand, and even has the ability to reproduce the original summoning of heroes... But he didn't participate in the Holy Grail War, and he didn't have enough Funds, the start of Chaldea still needs a lot of money, so..."

"So he started making this subspecies Holy Grail War?"

"Well, that's right...Although it's not very useful, it's still possible to sell it for money. He made a lot of money from it."

"...." That's right... So far, I haven't heard that there is such a thing as [Find the creator of the subspecies Holy Grail War magic base] in the Clock Tower... I guess they just don't bother to look for it.

After all, this matter was done by the monarch of the clock tower...

While selling on their own, they are also cracking down...

This clock tower is okay to play.

"However, a lot of this money has been distributed, and most of it was taken away by Barthamelo, or the current Chaldea is already under construction. Other monarchs don't want to sit back and watch this happen. So ...It is not so easy to collect enough money." Tsbia said to Kurokawa and Mi: "Then, in about ten minutes, he should wake up, and we should go in, right?"

"You really give people the feeling that you have a vision of the future..."

"In short, we don't need to go to Egypt anymore?" Ryoichi said looking at Kurokawa and Mi.

"Ah, no need, if it can be done here..."

"That's right, you can complete all your tasks this time here, but if you are interested in the Atlas Academy, you can take my handbook to visit, and I will make a call to inform them. But I Now there are still some things that I won’t go back to.”

"How about it, Shiki, why don't you go and have a look?" Kurokawa and Mi's eyes lighted up slightly.

The Atlas Academy and the Wandering Sea are not as easy to enter as the Magic Association.

One is the underground labyrinth in the Atlas Mountains, and the other is the huge mountain range itself in the North Atlantic.

The strength of the three courtyards may not be much different, but in terms of influence alone, they are not as good as the clock tower.

After all, the Clock Tower is the first thing that comes to mind when mentioning the Magic Association.

The reason for this...

Perhaps it has a lot to do with the fact that the traffic in London is much more convenient than these two places.

And there is no doubt that Kurokawa and Ya have never visited these two places... It would be nice if they could go and have a look...

"The Atlas Academy...Okay, then let's go and have a look, there is still time." The two rituals originally thought they were special...two different personalities, murderous impulses.

but...

Ah, it seems like nothing compared to other people in this mysterious world.

Aside from the point she didn't know, it was pretty much the same.

"Then, this is the manuscript."

Looking at the envelope that Tsbia handed over, Kurokawa and Mi twitched slightly: "You, have you counted again?"

"Well, with your personality, the possibility of visiting is very high, so I prepared in advance." Zibia nodded: "Then let's go in."

With that said, he pushed open the door which was not locked at all.

After all, Kurokawa and Yawa only came out before the ceremony.

Although the maid can open the door every time she enters and exits.

But this is a deep mountain and old forest after all, and Animsfia is not an ordinary family of magicians.

The possibility of enemy invasion is almost zero.

But... watching Zbia Kurokawa and Ya once again felt the vast number of existences in this world called the Dead Apostles.

Even the burial authority of the Church of the Holy Church and the dean of the Atlas Academy are dead disciples.

And it's very secretive, of course... Some of them probably don't bother to hide this matter at all.

It is estimated that some of the students or magicians in the Clock Tower have turned themselves into Dead Apostles.

After all, the pursuit of the root is not a matter of one generation, and the lifespan of human beings is relatively short, so the pursuit of longevity is not a strange thing.

"You are—" the maid was stunned when she saw Zbiao: "It turned out to be Lord Zibia. The words of the master are still...

"No, he should wake up in six minutes. You can call him in six minutes."

"...Yes, I see." The maid nodded, and it was obviously not the first time she had met Zbia.