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Shiraishikawa didn't refute, but simply took a few steps forward, closing the distance between them. Yuju didn't back down, but the wariness in her eyes clearly deepened.
"Since you are unwilling to accept my help, may I ask for your help?"
Shiraishikawa suddenly asked.
Yuzhu was slightly taken aback; this request was unexpected. In her view, Shiraishikawa's power was already unfathomable; what could he possibly need her help with?
"What do you need me to do?"
Yuzhu asked cautiously.
Just as Shiraishikawa was about to speak, he was interrupted by a sudden, unexpected voice.
"Time is up."
Aozaki Aoko's figure gradually solidified in the void. Her red eyes first swept over Yuju, and then fixed on Shiraishikawa.
"You should go to London to prepare."
Aoko's tone was direct, with her usual crisp and decisive manner.
When Yuzhu noticed Aoko's appearance, a barely perceptible hint of regret flashed in Ishikawa's eyes, but this expression was quickly replaced by his usual indifference.
"It's definitely time to set off."
Shiraishikawa nodded.
"I also need to visit an old friend."
Aoko raised her eyebrows.
"An old friend? You still have acquaintances in London?"
Shiraishikawa gave a mysterious smile.
"I guess so, an old friend who owes me a favor."
Aoko wanted to ask something more, but Shiraishikawa had already turned to Arisu and gently took her hand.
"We were just talking about something, let's continue when I get back."
Yuzhu felt Shiraishi Kawa's fingers gently press on the back of her hand, and some strange magic flowed into her body. Before she could react, Shiraishi Kawa had already released her hand and taken a step back.
"Then, I'll take my leave first."
Shiraishikawa's figure began to become transparent.
"I will make arrangements for London."
As the words fell, Shiraishikawa vanished completely into the void, leaving only Yuju and Aoko staring at each other in bewilderment.
"What did he just say he needed your help with?"
"Qingzi asked curiously."
Youzhu shook her head.
"He didn't have time to say it."
Qingzi curled his lips.
"That guy is always so secretive."
Yuzhu didn't reply; she was still savoring Shiraishikawa's small gesture and the strange magical power that had entered her body. It didn't seem like ordinary magic, but more like a... mark or signal. 5.7
Meanwhile, far away in the clock tower of London, King El-Melloi II stood at the podium, facing a classroom of students.
"The foundation of magic lies in understanding and transformation..."
"It's not about rote memorization, but about learning to perceive the flow and changes of magic."
The classroom was filled with young magicians, all drawn by El-Melloi II's reputation.
Although he was once an unknown figure, and even suffered physical and mental trauma from participating in the Fourth Holy Grail War, through tireless efforts, he not only preserved the name of El-Melloi, but also developed this school into a force to be reckoned with within the Clock Tower.
Chapter 504 Drinking Poison to Quench Thirst
“Professor Elmello,”
A student raises their hand to ask a question.
"Regarding the efficiency of magic conversion, the theory in the book seems to differ from actual practice..."
King El-Melloi II nodded.
"Excellent observation. That's why magicians can't rely solely on book knowledge..."
He patiently answered the students' questions, appearing to be handling the situation with ease, but inwardly he was under immense pressure.
As the monarch of the El-Melloi faction, he not only had to maintain the operation of the school, but also deal with the intricate political struggles within the Clock Tower.
The school bell finally rang, and El-Melloi II breathed a sigh of relief.
"That concludes today's lesson. Please prepare a report on the basics of spirit summoning for the next time."
The students left the classroom one by one, until he was the only one left. He walked to the window, looked at the magicians walking back and forth in the clock tower courtyard, and couldn't help but sigh.
Despite his achievements in education, his position remains precarious. Other families are eyeing his place, and he must constantly be careful in his dealings with them.
To make matters worse, in order to keep the El-Melloi faction running, he accepted a sponsorship with harsh conditions, and now he is in debt.
"This is simply like drinking poison to quench thirst..."
He muttered to himself, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the windowsill.
But he could not give up maintaining the name El-Melloi, a promise he made to his late mentor Kenneth, and the reason he lived.
Sometimes he fantasizes that if he could find a secluded paradise or a powerful protector, he might be able to escape these endless conflicts and pressures.
"monarch."
A voice came from the classroom door.
"You have a meeting coming up."
El-Melloi II turned around and saw his assistant standing in the doorway, holding a schedule.
Who is the visitor?
He asked, while straightening his tie.
The assistant checked the records.
"He is a magician from the Far East who is said to have an important collaboration he would like to discuss with you."
King El-Melloi II frowned slightly. A magician from the Far East? He didn't know anyone there. However, his current situation left him no choice but to accept any possible opportunity for cooperation.
Which meeting room will we be in?
he asked.
“Third meeting room, one hour later,” replied the assistant to the leukizi (I) (II).
Do you need me to prepare the relevant documents for you?
El-Melloi II shook his head.
"No need. Since it's a sudden visit, the other party must have made ample preparations."
The assistant nodded and left the classroom. El-Melloi II turned to look out the window again, a vague unease creeping into his heart.
The magician of the Far East... Could this be related to some recent rumors circulating inside the Clock Tower?
He had heard that a mysterious figure from the East had recently caused quite a stir in the European magic world.
"No matter what, it wouldn't hurt to meet."
He told himself to put those unrealistic fantasies aside for the time being.
He has no right to expect any miraculous redemption now; he can only take things one step at a time.
He gathered his thoughts and prepared to go to the meeting room. Whoever the visitor was, he had to face them with dignity as Lord El-Melloi. This was his duty, and his destiny.
Just then, there was a knock on the office door. El-Melloi II looked up from his thoughts and said, "Come in."
The door was pushed open, and a boy who looked about sixteen or seventeen years old poked his head in. He had messy brown hair and his eyes sparkled with curiosity.
"Excuse me, are you Professor El-Melloi?"
The young man asked, his voice brimming with youthful vigor.
King El-Melloi II nodded.
"Yes, please come in. What can I do for you?"
The young man walked into the office and stood somewhat reservedly in front of the desk.
"My name is Aaron, and I'm a freshman in the Department of Mineralogy. I heard that you participated in the Holy Grail War, so I'd like to ask you some questions."
El-Melloi II frowned slightly. The topic of the Holy Grail War always made him uncomfortable, especially when facing this passionate young man.
"The Holy Grail War is no child's play."
He said in a serious tone.
"It was a brutal battle between magicians."
The boy, however, seemed completely unfazed; on the contrary, he became even more excited.
"I know! That's why I want to know more. For example, how much does the level of Command Seals affect a Servant? I heard that there will be new rules in the Fifth Holy Grail War, is that true?"
El-Melloi II was stunned. Command Seal ranks? The Fifth Holy Grail War? These terms were both familiar and foreign to him. The Fourth Holy Grail War, which he participated in, didn't have any Command Seal ranks, and the Holy Grail War should have already ended.
"and many more,"
El-Melloi II interrupted the boy.
"What kind of Holy Grail War are you talking about?"
The boy blinked, seemingly puzzled by the question.
Chapter 505 The Holy Grail War
"It's a ritual where seven magicians summon Servants and fight for the omnipotent wish-granting machine. However, I've heard that the rules will be quite different this time, so I'd like to learn more about the previous ones."
El-Melloi II felt a wave of dizziness. The boy's description was indeed of the Holy Grail War as he knew it, but there were many differences in the details.
He clearly remembered that the corrupted Holy Grail should have been destroyed by the end of the Fourth Holy Grail War.