Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

Leif acted very quickly, and the next day, Roland saw Maris Billy in Weber's office.

Although the old director is his most widely known title, he is not the image of an aging scholar, but a silver-haired young man with a gentle temperament that makes people feel good, wearing a neat white suit and a pair of The single ponytail was braided beside his right shoulder, and there was always a soft smile on the corner of his mouth. He did not look like a person at the top of a magician at all.

"I originally heard Weber talk about Lord Animusfia's experience. I thought I would have to wait a little longer before you could free up your schedule. I didn't expect it to be so fast."

Roland sat on the main seat and stared at Marisbili in front of him.

Among the humans he has seen, the desire and enthusiasm of the other party are second to none. However, even if he behaves like an ordinary person, Roland can still discern the thin moral concepts deep in the other person's heart, this kind of unfettered kindness. It is often much scarier than those simple evil thoughts.

"Although things have been a bit busy recently, keeping investors waiting for a long time is not a good sign for the future, especially if your assets are larger than those of the El-Melloi family."

Marisbili leaned slightly towards Roland, his tone was very respectful.

After knowing that Weber was the person responsible for the matchmaking in this meeting, he naturally also understood Roland's identity. After all, the story of Weber bringing a large sum of money to save El-Melloi like a hero was still being circulated in the clock tower. .

Although it is very dangerous to meet alone with such a person who has financial resources comparable to that of a monarch family, but still does not show up in person, but remotely controls other people's agents, but considering the current situation, it is really not his turn to be picky.

Roland raised his eyebrows and asked calmly.

"That's really surprising. I heard that Chaldea's construction is booming."

"...It's not completely wrong," Marisbili didn't hide anything. "The basic facilities are still under construction, but several major buildings have been built, and the model of the celestial body that simulates the earth's environment has been successfully constructed. At present, Lydias can be said to be quite rudimentary, but that’s all.”

"Because I have no money?"

Marisbili's sincere and detailed answer made Roland look very interested.

"Yes, even if we don't mention the replenishment of various equipment and the remaining amount of work, even if it is to be initially started now, it is a bit of a dream. To tell you the truth, the current daily work of the Chaldean staff is to feed penguins in the Antarctic."

Marisbili is quite honest, because there is no need to hide it. Even in the public plan with a lot of information deleted, any rational person can easily see that this is by no means the wealth of a family. The supply plan is the same even if he is the monarch of the Astrology Department.

Even if the construction of the entire Chaldea is divided among multiple countries, the amount is still so huge that it can be said to be a nerve-wracking level.

Even though Marisbili has drained Animusfia of thousands of years of accumulation, it is already stretched thin after building the basic structure of Chaldea. In addition, in today's era, Celestial Qoben is quite useless. Disciplines, without any means that can be quickly realized in modern times, are completely waterless sources.

In terms of external investment, what Marisbili could find was only a drop in the bucket for the plan. Although other monarchists in the Clock Tower also expressed interest in joint investment because of the value of Chaldea, but Marisbili still firmly refused.

This behavior of drinking poison to quench thirst will only continue the political struggle existing in the Clock Tower. At that time, he who is not good at this may cause a funny scene in which he, as the founder, is expelled from Chaldea. .

If he had to accept an outside investment and hand over most of his authority, Marisbili hoped that the number would be only between one or two, so that he could barely retain his control.

And Roland is his best choice at the moment. After observing El-Melloi for the past ten years, he has found that the other party's style is exactly what he likes best, and he will not completely take away the management rights just because he pays money. , if you can get investment from the other party, that would be the best thing.

So after careful consideration, Marisbili chose to come to meet Roland.

"Although the survival of human nature sounds very unrealistic and does not seem to be worth the astronomical amount of effort at present, I can guarantee with the credibility of Animphis that as long as Chaldea can successfully complete this goal, through In this event, there will be technology and discoveries that are far superior to the current era, and they will bring you rewards far beyond your imagination.”

After introducing the basic situation, Marisbili seemed to realize that his talent in lobbying was very poor. He looked straight, summed it up, pursed his lips, and looked at Roland expectantly.

"In other words, although the future is promising, Chaldea is indeed a bottomless pit right now, right?"

Under Maris Billy's awkward and nervous expression, Roland thought for a long time, tapped his fingers lightly, and spoke slowly.

"However, I do have some interest. If you want me to invest, you need to meet my two requirements. First, I want the ownership of Chaldea. Of course, the daily operation and management authority still belong to Animusfia. , but I will appoint someone to supervise, is that okay?"

Marisbili breathed a sigh of relief and nodded quickly as if he was afraid that Roland would regret it.

"This is what it should be."

Although it sounds excessive for Roland to directly take away the ownership, Animusfia is already trapped. If Chaldea cannot be built, the loss to them will be greater, not to mention the upfront investment. , the next thing that needs to be spent is the bulk, and he can still retain the daily management authority, which is an unexpected surprise for Marisbili. In the worst case, he is ready to work for others.

He suppressed the joy in his heart and asked Roland.

"So, what about the second condition?"

"It's very simple. I hope you can hand over the identity of the master and the holy relics of this Holy Grail War to me."

Marisbili was startled at first, but he did not show any anger or other emotions because of this condition. After calming down for a while, he spoke.

"I didn't expect you to be interested in the Fifth Holy Grail War, but with all due respect, if it is to compete for the Holy Grail, wouldn't it be more convenient to first obtain the identity of the Master and then make me an ally or subordinate through a contract? Are you planning to?"

"This was indeed the original plan, but circumstances have changed. This Holy Grail is not an artificially constructed wishing machine."

Roland said calmly: "In this Holy Grail War, I am an outsider. If I have to say it, between the Master and the Servant, I probably belong to the prize category, so I have to be there. Without breaking the rules, I can only borrow the permissions of others."

"I see," Marisbili nodded, "No wonder I think the Holy Grail system this time is different from last time..."

Unlike other magicians in the Clock Tower who heard from hearsay, he had used his own resources to learn in detail about the origins of the previous Holy Grail Wars.

It was a tool created by the Gosan Family to use the third magic to reach the source.

However, even though he knew the truth that would shake the clock tower, Marisbili was not interested in it. The materialization of the soul or the growth of the soul were all just nonsense, and he would not accompany it. .

From Marisbili's point of view, compared to these unreliable uses, the wishing function that comes with it is safer and more reliable.

When not involved in his ideals, this astronomical monarch can become a very practical and vulgar magician.

It's too weird to reach the source in this way, and there's no guarantee whether you can come back. It would be better to make a large cup of the magic power accumulated by the spiritual veins over the years, and then use it to exchange with the planet for resources that can be exchanged for wealth. A wise choice.

Including the current Fifth Holy Grail War, he only participated in it simply to gain wealth through making wishes. Under the premise that Roland can fulfill his wish by acting as a financial sponsor, the identity of the Master is very important to Marisbili. It's just a bargaining chip used for exchange.

What's more, to be honest, regarding the fifth Holy Grail War that suddenly appeared in the world, even if he had prepared his favorite holy relic, he was a little unsure. Kenneth, who was better at fighting than him, They all fell into this. As a monarch, Marisbili naturally would not feel that he was stronger than the other party.

Moreover, unlike the last time, this time the command spell will clearly indicate the master's strength and weakness.

Naturally, this cannot be a prediction, but a fair judgment made by the Holy Grail based on the magic circuit and seal. With Animusfia's monarch-level blood circuit and seal as the backing, he still did not rank first. , perhaps this itself is an omen.

Marisbili pursed his lips and looked at Roland again.

"If this is the condition, I have no objection. So, accordingly, how much can you give me?"

"everything."

Roland didn't care about Maris Billy's implicit scrutiny and casually snapped his fingers. Then, the loyal Shadow Corps scored three times and presented the gem jar that was already an old friend.

In the color of gems, all words are unimportant.

For a moment, the only sound in the silent room was the crisp sound of Roland casually grabbing the gems and letting them fall again.

"This is an insignificant part of the treasures I have, because all of them are about as much as a castle. Let's show some of them first. As long as you sign the contract, they will all become Chaldea's help in the next moment. "

The pot of gems just now can be conservatively estimated to be sold for at least millions of pounds. If there are as many as a castle, even if it is mixed with ordinary gold and the like, there will probably be...

When the estimated number appeared in his mind, Marisbili's breathing stopped for a moment, and he felt that the light in front of him at this moment was even more dazzling than the sky he had observed when he used the technique.

The monarch from the astronomy department was lost for a while, but in the end he still showed the fundamental difference between himself and a small family like Rin Tosaka and Cheng Zi. He quickly calmed down and looked at Roland. He considered his words.

"Although this may be a bit excessive, this Holy Grail War is a life-long dream of mine. In order to exchange for the wealth that will allow Chaldea to continue operating in the following eras, I will risk everything, even Using imaginary numbers to sneak around, I spent a lot of time and wealth in exchange for the holy relic that should not have appeared. Although this level is enough for me to agree, it is still not safe enough."

"So, what do you mean?"

Roland didn't care about Maris Billy's extravagant efforts and looked at the astronomy monarch with a half-smile.

Marisbili took a deep breath and said solemnly.

"You have to pay more!"

After a while, after watching Marisbili hurriedly leave without even having time to say goodbye to him, just nodding his head, Weber put out the cigarette in his hand and walked back to his office.

"Maris Billy made a deal with you?"

"It's cooperation. I didn't intend to interfere in this matter, and I was even somewhat happy to see the results. I'm afraid he will be busy counting the funds I gave him and devote himself to the construction of Antarctica. "

Roland looked at the delicate wooden box in his hand and gently opened the lid.

With this movement, Weber saw the back of Roland's hand.

On the white skin that had been empty before that, a command spell symbolizing the opportunity and proof of wish fulfillment had appeared. It had the shape of a sacred wing, but was full of sharp and lethal command spells because of its blood-like color.

Even the qualifications for the Command Seal have been transferred. Judging from the results, this meeting seems to be a scene where the guest and the host enjoy themselves. It seems that he, the second generation, will continue to be in the Clock Tower.

"Is Marisbili's holy relic so good? I even asked you to pay for it. As long as you are at the level of a servant, it is basically impossible to disobey you now."

"The Servant is not important, the important thing is the Master. In this carnival, there is a character that I must deal with carefully. Because of the changes in the future, I am not sure what she wants to do at the moment, so I will do more for now. Get ready."

"The Holy Grail War is really more dangerous than the last. Wait, that's..."

Weber muttered, looking at the holy relic that Roland took out, his expression moved slightly.

——It was a simple ring that was inconspicuous even under the sun.

"I got it. Caster and I have a close relationship, but in this case, we can't help but make a big fuss."

Feeling the original mystery in this ring, Roland also curled up his lips.

That was an arrogant smile full of fighting spirit.

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Tokyo, Shajo's house.

To put it nicely, this is an emerging magic family. To put it harshly, the Shajo family is just not qualified to compete for the identity of managers in other small cities and enjoy their own spiritual veins. They can only rely on the famous families in the big cities. They are just small characters who rely on the spiritual fulcrum to survive.

Even the magic system is quite ancient, or a bit outdated, black magic, and still retains the primitive method of obtaining power through sacrifice.

"Ayaka, dad has to go to work, so be good at home and remember to listen to your sister."

Hiroki Sajo who was standing at the door looked at the cute girl who poked her head out of the small door on the side and smiled helplessly.

Although he is the head of the Shajo family and a working black magician, because his family lineage is not long, he is just a middle-aged man who can be seen everywhere in daily life. He maintains the family business every day and has to go out and run around every day. After all, if he didn't occasionally study magic, he would be no different from thousands of office workers in Tokyo.

"……Um."

Hearing her father's words, Sajo Ayaka, the second daughter of the Sajo family who was still in elementary school, nodded slightly.

Although for a magician family, having two heirs is a disaster in itself, the advantage of the family's shallowness is also reflected here. Hiroki Sajo, who almost turned the magician into a part-timer, does not need to worry about these things like the Tohsaka family. rules, giving equal care to both daughters.

"Then, I'm out!"

Looking at the entrance that was plunged into darkness because the door was closed again, Sajo Ayaka blinked. The slight timidity on her face when she was talking to her father had long since disappeared.

Although it is easy to give people the illusion that she is always taciturn and very quiet, Sajo Ayaka's introverted temperament is just a disguise she shows in front of her beloved father and her sister who makes her have an inferiority complex. That’s all.

When she was alone, she acted quite boldly.

After waiting for a while and confirming that her father had completely left, she started walking along the corridor with small steps.

As the most important workshop, the ancestors of the Shajo family still considered the issue of area and left behind a mansion that was quite large for ordinary people. Although due to changes in the world, the value of this house has exceeded that of the entire Shajo family. All the inheritance of the family has to be said to be a different kind of black humor.

After passing through the last glass door, a garden planted with lush vegetation and bright flower stamens appeared in front of Sajo Ayaka. As soon as the door was opened, pigeons scattered from the ground.

For the sake of concealment, the Sajo family's black magic sacrifices were also raised by themselves, and this workshop was a place where Sajo Ayaka, who had not yet laid a good foundation in magic, was prohibited from entering.

However, when she thought of the scene she saw a few days ago, Sajo Ayaka couldn't suppress her curiosity.

"Eh...not here?"

But unlike before, she did not see that familiar figure in the center of the garden.

It's strange, obviously in the past few years, my sister will appear here every time at this time. What happened?

Sajo Ayaka looked around for a few times, and in the end she could only lower her head angrily. Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly heard an ethereal girl's voice coming from behind her.

"Ayaka, are you looking for me?"

"elder sister!"

Sajo Ayaka screamed and looked at the girl who suddenly appeared behind her at some point.

She has stunning otherworldly beauty and hair that is as gorgeous as a fairy and as beautiful as golden sand.

On her cute and petite figure, she wore a tight-fitting emerald dress, revealing skin as white as snow. Under the short skirt was a pair of slender legs wrapped in white knee-high socks.

No matter how hard she tried, Sajo Ayaka could only see her own reflection in those light blue pupils that were so clear that they seemed to be transparent, paired with a slightly confused, doll-like face.

And this girl, who is more beautiful than any blooming flower, is the idol in Sajo Ayaka's heart, the perfect sister, whose name is

——Shatiao Love Song.