[FGO] Stone is a bad civilization

"Ah, it turned out to be used to replace the magic core for your pair of pens."

"Yes."

I took apart the silver pen in my hand, melted a small piece of silver, took a special drawing pen, and thought about how to modify the magic circle in it.

The original design concept of this pair of fountain pens was to make props that can communicate over long distances. When one party is writing, the other party can use the corresponding pen to perfectly reproduce the handwriting of the other party.The principle is similar to the fax machine commonly used by magicians, except that the power of writing is changed from mechanical to human.

But I don't know what went wrong at the beginning, which caused the original two-way communication to become one-way. But at that time, I just modified such a thing for fun. Since it failed, I didn't spend more money. Much energy to correct it.It wasn't until some time ago that I found them out of the warehouse in order to give back to Romani. Now that I have established a relationship with the other party, this thing, which is equivalent to a token of love, cannot remain a semi-finished product.

"The one in Romani's hand should be fine, it's just that no magic power has been injected into it. The reason for the two-way communication should be due to mine."

I explained to Young Jill: "Because the lady's pen is relatively slender, and the space inside it to fill the magic circle is relatively small, so I made some optimizations at that time. Now it seems that to restore its original function, I still have to use the original one. The blueprints are better."

Young Jill nodded: "Understandable, poor-quality containers cannot hold good wine. Even if they are filled for a while, they will eventually burst."

"...The quality of this pen is not bad."

I was a little helpless at the other party's sudden deepness: "Although it may not catch your eyes, it is still a customized model that cost me several wages to buy."

"Oh, the salary level of Chaldea is really worrying."

"Actually, it's okay," I explained to the other party: "The salary is still very objective, but I send money home every month and buy games, so the money that can be saved is less."

"Oh, the master is really a good boy." David, who was reading a book at the side, suddenly said something.

I was so frightened by his sudden words that my hands trembled. When I tilted my pen, I drew a wrong line.

Because I had been chatting with Young Jill before, I didn't pay attention to the surrounding situation at all.Taking the opportunity to erase the wrong strokes, I raised my head and looked around my office.

Young Jill leaned next to me to watch me modify the pen, David and El-Melloi II were reading books while holding on to the bookshelves, King Conqueror was playing games on the sofa, Hei Zhen was sitting next to him holding a pillow and repairing it. Sleep.

"So..." I put down the things in my hands, raised my hands and rubbed the center of my brows, wondering, "Why do you all come to me? Chaldea is so big, and the library is so big, where is the best place to go?"

David put down the book in his hand, raised his head and smiled brightly at me: "Isn't it normal for a servant to want to stay by the Master's side?"

"I can't provide you with magic power... well, well, even if that's the case, what's wrong with Mr. El-Melloi?"

I pointed to the middle-aged male servant next to David: "If you want to, it's not difficult to find a way to go to the singularity with Lixiang-kun, right? The singularity this time is London."

El-Melloi II, who was named by me, snorted coldly, turned a page of the book quietly, twisted a corner of the page, and said, "I have my own considerations for staying in Chaldea, but you ..."

Having said that, he looked away from the book and glanced at me.

"Da Vinci should have told you, don't use magic power, even if it is a body fluid that contains magic power."

I'm a little surprised.

"How did you know?"

El-Melloi II pointed to himself.

"The discerning eye." He explained simply.

I understand.

El-Melloi II's qualifications as a magician are not superior, but the reason why he can become the most popular and knowledgeable professor in the Clock Tower is because he has a pair of eyes that are said to be able to see through the qualifications of all students.

He said: "Take care of yourself, remember what I said to you when I first saw you?"

I recalled it and shook my head in confusion at the other party.

El-Melloi II gave me a blank look.

"I'll say it again." He closed the book, straightened his back, and reached out to support the glasses frame.

"Although you have a huge amount of mana stored, there are very few that can be mobilized. This state is very abnormal."

"Assuming that what you call 'magic insulation' really exists, it sounds like your body automatically rejects magic from a great external source."

I nodded.

"Okay, so here comes the problem."

El-Melloi II said: "I ask you, how do you store the magic power from the Holy Grail."

I rubbed my wrist and said uncertainly, "It turned into a magic crystal and filled the place where the magic circuit used to be."

"Is there no rejection?" He frowned. "Magic crystals exist at a higher concentration than pure magic. It makes no sense that you couldn't accept it before, but after strengthening the strength, it can be stored instead."

"Well... Da Vinci said that this is something like a stone, so it's okay..."

"This is clearly untenable."

El-Melloi II said: "Take a step back and say that stones are produced by the human body itself, while the magic power crystals in your body are foreign objects, and you are sensitive to that kind of thing... …So, it’s absolutely not going to work.”

I blinked, and suddenly felt that what the other party said made sense.

I explained to Tachika Fujimaru before that my so-called "magic power insulation constitution" is actually a strong expression of my own origin "rejection", and as a magician, the origin is a nature that will never change in a lifetime, that is to say, As long as I still have the blood of the magic family, this unlucky attribute will always follow me.

Since it is a physique that can exclude all curse magic and healing magic, shouldn't it be more completely isolated when encountering the purest magic power that is not even magic?

Or, when I was at the Fuyuki singularity, when the magic power of the Great Holy Grail soaked into my body, it not only destroyed my magic circuit, but also further transformed my magic is the origin?

But will this happen?The attributes of a magician can indeed be adjusted through a series of acquired modifications, but is the origin something that can be changed by simply soaking in the Holy Grail solution?

Seeing that I fell silent suddenly, El-Melloi II sighed. He took off his glasses, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and when he looked at me again, his face became more serious.

"That's why I told you at the time that your 'Magic Insulation Physique' is most likely fake. What really prevents you from mobilizing the magic power from the outside world or within your body should be in your body..."

"This caster."

Young Gil, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly interrupted El-Melloi II.

"Xuejian is the master of Chaldea. His physical condition is under the supervision of a doctor. You are just an ordinary teacher. Not only do you not have strong qualifications in physiological sciences, but you may also have a very limited scope of knowledge... ..."

He hugged me from behind and pressed most of his body against me.

"Gilgamesh, you..."

I was so frightened by the other party's sudden closeness that my body stiffened. Just as I was about to blurt out words to stop him, he stretched out his hand to cover my mouth.

Young Jill tilted her head and rubbed my cheek affectionately.

"Master, you have to trust us more," he whispered in my ear, "We are the servants and masters who made a contract with you, aren't we?"

The voice of Archer, who looked like a child, lost its former vigor and became soft and soft, as if it was right next to his ear, or as if it came from a far away place, hazy and in a trance.

I felt that my brain and my eyes were covered with a thick layer of fog, my five senses seemed to be blunted by a file, and my consciousness gradually sank, as if I could faint immediately as soon as I closed my eyes.I lowered my eyelids in obedience to the voice in my heart, eliminating the sense of vision, leaving only a little residual hearing, and I can still vaguely hear El-Melloi II seeming to be arguing with someone excitedly.

I don't know how long it took before I shivered suddenly and came back to my senses.

"Hey, how are you..."

Seeing that I regained consciousness, El-Melloi II hurriedly stepped up, grabbed my shoulder and shook vigorously: "Do you still recognize me clearly?"

"Huh? Ah, ah...Mr. El-Melloi...ah no, Mr. El-Melloi...uh..."

I leaned back a little bit, broke free from the opponent's restraint, and raised my hand to caress my forehead.

"What... just happened."

"It's nothing." Young Jill squeezed away El-Melloi II with a smile, and leaned forward, "I didn't expect your anti-magic power to be so low, Master, I'm sorry."

"Are you using 'beautiful boy' on me..."

I covered my eyes and groaned, feeling that my brain had completely shut down and turned into a mess.

"You are too..."

There was a "snap" from the corner, I raised my head to look at the place where the sound came from, and I saw David who was about to stand up at a glance. closed.

"You have gone too far this time, King of Heroes."

There was a hint of coldness in David's voice: "Master is still an ordinary human being after all, it's really inappropriate for you to use the ability of a heroic spirit like this rashly."

"Sorry," Young Jill stuck out his tongue at David with a smile, but there was no sign of regret on his face, "Because this caster is really in the way, if the master is still here now, I would have done it a long time ago." He was sent back to the Seat of Heroes."

Young Gil looked at El-Melloi II with a smile on his face, but there was a cold chill in his eyes.

He said slowly: "After all, people who are talkative and have no eyesight are the easiest to die."

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Young Jill (beautiful boy): master!

Aiba Yukimi (Charmed) [No