Magician in Type-Moon

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The old man didn't speak, he just looked at him quietly.

Weber felt a little embarrassed by the stare and quickly got up from the ground, gathering the papers scattered on the floor.

After hurriedly picking up the paper, Weber apologized again and then tried to leave as quickly as possible.

"Wait a minute, kid, you left your stuff behind."

Hearing the words behind him, Weber turned around and found that the old man was actually reading his unpublished "debut work".

Weber's face immediately turned bright red.

Oh no! This is something I haven't submitted yet! What if this person leaks it beforehand?! My life is over! Why did I miss a few pages?!

Weber, consumed by regret and shame, became somewhat irrational and conceived a bold idea.

"Just snatch the stuff back and run away."

In his attempt to retrieve the paper and escape, he seemed to forget that he was in a clock tower and that he was the one who had just fallen.

Although Weber lacked natural talent, he was still very good at execution.

Without further ado, Weber assumed a charging stance, preparing to ram the old man again and then steal the items in the chaos.

"With a deeper understanding of spells and a more skillful use of magic, one can make up for the innate gaps."

Upon hearing his paper read aloud by the old man in front of him, Weber, who was still charging forward, immediately became like a deflated pufferfish, frozen in place.

"Kid, are you saying that even magicians with very few generations of inherited skills can become top-notch?"

"Of course! As long as you become familiar with the use of various spells and their principles, and understand the cause-and-effect relationships, even a magician with poor talent can eventually become a first-rate one!"

Upon hearing the old man's question, Weber seemed to forget what he wanted to do and immediately started arguing with the old man.

"Indeed, training is also essential for magicians."

The old man seemed to have thought of something, and his expression suddenly became somewhat strange.

"Sir, you agree with my theory? By the way, my name is Weber Velvet."

Weber was pleased to see that the old man before him agreed with his theories.

Moreover, the old man who remained at the clock tower at this time might be a high-ranking member of the association.

“Yes, I am Machiri Zorgen,” the old man introduced himself.

Zorgen? There doesn't seem to be a family called 'Zorgen' in the Clock Tower, Weber wondered.

“Mr. Machiri Zorgne, do you know anyone on the review committee? Could you help me take this paper to the review committee?” Weber asked tentatively.

“Young man, you’re too cunning. Although I’m willing to help you with this, the Zorgen family hasn’t been active at the Clock Tower for 200 years.” The old man shook his head, a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

Weber felt somewhat embarrassed when he realized that his thoughts had been seen through.

"Furthermore, I don't recommend that you submit this paper. A paper alone can't change anything," Zouken Matou added, pouring cold water on Weber's expectations.

Hearing that the old man in front of him didn't think highly of him, Weber just felt that the old man was underestimating him.

He believed that with his talent, his paper would surely be a success once it was seen by a discerning senior member of the association.

"Young man, do you know the location of the nearby magic black market? If you do and are willing to take me there, I can give you some benefits." The old man suddenly changed the subject, seemingly with ulterior motives.

When Weber heard the old man mention the magic black market, his heart skipped a beat. Although he wasn't unfamiliar with this field, as a student of the Clock Tower, he hadn't delved into it in depth.

“The magic black market?” Webber frowned. “I know the location, but I’ve never been there.”

"Just knowing the location is enough. If you find the magic materials you want there and the price is right, I can give them to you."

Zouken Matou nudged Waver with his cane, signaling him to lead the way, as if he wasn't afraid Waver would refuse him.

Weber hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to follow the old man.

On their way to the black market, Waver and Zouken Matou talked about their views on magic, ranging from astronomy to mineralogy, from spirit possession to botany.

Weber was passionate about studying magic, and although his understanding was relatively superficial, the areas he explored were exceptionally wide-ranging.

He shared his understanding of different fields, including but not limited to mineralogy, botany, astrophysics, and necromancy.

Zouken Matou responded to Weber's questions with his rich experience and profound knowledge, as well as his practical experience and insights in these fields.

If an unsuspecting third party were present, they might mistakenly believe that Waver and Zouken Matou are grandfather and grandson.

Before long, the two arrived at the "Magician's Black Market" located on the outskirts of London.

This black market is hidden in a dark corner of the suburbs, without any signs or signs, and only those in the know can find the entrance.

The buildings lining the street seemed designed to conceal this secret market, and the people coming and going all kept a low profile and were alert, clearly taking the black market's security very seriously.

Upon entering the black market, Webber was immediately drawn to the dazzling array of magical items.

All sorts of magic materials, magic costumes, and ancient books filled the stalls. Through the faintly glowing magic crystals, the light reflected a mottled scene, which was the world of the wild magician.

"Go pick out the material you want, as long as the price is right," Zouken Matou said to Webber, who was overwhelmed by the choices.

Weber scanned the surrounding stalls, slowly walking past each one, carefully observing each exhibit, pondering what kind of magical materials he needed.

After some searching, Waver finally found a magical artifact that appealed to him.

It was an ancient magical amulet, which the stall owner said possessed powerful defensive capabilities and could ward off curses.

“This looks good,” Weber said softly to Zouken Matou.

Zouken Matou glanced at it and saw that it was a talisman engraved with runes. Its power was decent, but it was only a one-time use item.

"This amulet is alright," Zouken Matou commented casually, "but it's only a disposable item. Are you sure you want it?"

“It’s fine.” Weber scratched his head. “This one will do. I happen to be interested in rune magic.”

After purchasing the items, Weber thanked Zouken Matou and prepared to leave.

On the eve of his departure, he asked, somewhat puzzled:

“This is our first meeting, and it’s just a simple request. I’m a little confused as to why you’re being so generous.”

"This is just an investment, and I have full confidence in your future success," Zouken Matou said with a low laugh.

Weber, feeling vindicated, left the black market with great joy.

Zouken Matou watched his retreating figure, gently shook his head, and began to carefully observe this so-called "magician's black market."

"It seems like there's been a lot more material being produced by Warcraft lately."

"Yes, they used to be a rare commodity."

"Those who hoarded the goods are probably going to go bankrupt."

"You underestimate them too much. I heard they're buying up materials on a large scale. With their financial resources, these materials will become scarce again in no time."

"That's true. Even if a batch of materials suddenly appears, the things produced by magical beasts will always be rare and precious."

"Sir, what do you think of these goods? The prices are quite reasonable right now; they'll skyrocket if you wait any longer."

Zouken Matou declined all offers and listened quietly to the conversations of the merchants around him, a hint of worry creeping onto his face.

"Warcraft materials are flooding in; it seems things are really heading in that direction."

A silver-white magic doll slowly emerged from the depths of the black market. It had a slender, smooth body, two eyes that were like two gems that shimmered with blue light, and silver hair on its head that was as soft as silk and swayed gently.

It walks on the road with a tall and elegant figure, each step light and precise.

The originally noisy black market gradually quieted down as it approached, and everyone tacitly made way for it.

Zouken Matou stared at the doll walking towards him, judging from its structure and materials that it should be a combat-type doll.

The unanimous reaction of the people in the surrounding black market further convinced him that this puppet was the enforcer of this black market.

The doll stopped in front of Zouken Matou, its eyes flashing with a blue light.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Marchi Zolgen?"

Chapter 9 "Intelligence" (Please add to your favorites! Please continue reading!)

“Yes, I am Machiri Zorgen.” Zouken Matou maintained a polite tone while observing the silver-white magic doll in front of him with a slightly wary look.

The doll nodded slightly, the blue light in her eyes gradually fading, revealing a calm expression. "I'm here to meet you. You had a reservation at our auction. Please follow me."

Her tone was calm and firm, and she gestured without hesitation for Zouken Matou to follow.

Guided by the doll, Zouken Matou followed her through the crowded black market and arrived at a relatively secluded corner.

There was only one high wall there, and on one side of the wall, there was a hidden door, concealed in the shadow of the wall.

The location of this door is almost imperceptible to the naked eye, as if shrouded in some kind of magical power, making its existence overlooked by ordinary people.

If it weren't for the puppet's guidance, it would probably be hard to notice.

The doll gestured for Zouken Matou to follow her inside, and Zouken Matou did not hesitate, following closely behind and crossing the boundary of the high wall.

After entering the hidden door, they arrived at a separate room. The doll took out a cloak and a mask from the shelf in the room.

The cloak and mask fit surprisingly well, suggesting that this information had already been revealed when they first encountered the doll.

The cloak was a simple, unremarkable garment made of dark black fabric.

However, upon closer inspection, some hidden runes can be found engraved on it, which seem to be magic runes used to block magical fluctuations.

The presence of these runes makes the wearer more discreet during black market auctions, effectively concealing their identity.

The mask was also entirely black, likely made of black velvet, and was also engraved with runes.

It has a one-piece construction with no straps or brackets for securing it.

Instead, it has a concave structure at the mouth, seemingly designed so that people can bite it to prevent the mask from falling off.

Zouken Matou had seen similar designs at balls in the 16th and 17th centuries, and the "Moretta" masks used by women at that time also had similar features.

However, compared to that mask, this one places greater emphasis on privacy, completely covering the entire face except for the eyes, leaving no gaps.

After the doll saw Zouken Matou change his clothes, it handed him a quill pen and a piece of cardboard.

Zouken Matou took the quill pen and the cardboard, feeling quite puzzled. He gently moved the cardboard, feeling its texture, and gradually realized that this was not ordinary paper.

To dispel Zouken Matou's doubts, the doll offered the following explanation:

"This formal attire is specially designed to protect the guests' identity information. After you write down who you want to communicate with, any subsequent writing will appear directly on their paper."

"If you want to end the communication, you can make the words disappear by gently brushing them with the feather on your pen."