Magician in Type-Moon

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Chapter 468 The Mechanisms of the Age of Gods

Being tested by others will not change your fortune.

As long as one's judgment remains sound, there will be virtually no impact.

The premise is that this is a regular betting game.

"Then, let's continue the game."

Isilido cast a glance his way, and Matouike took the initiative to meet him.

Melvin remained silent, signaling to the dealer to continue the game.

Card circulation.

Sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

Like a river, or a twisting, crouching snake, the game is constantly changing.

Stop betting.

"Double down the bet."

Everyone present is continuing their respective betting games.

However, after the recent bombing, Matou Ike's luck with the cards has been slowly getting worse.

Despite a steady winning streak, it's difficult to increase the number of gold coins in crucial matches.

Conversely, Melvin always makes a decisive move at crucial moments, increasing his chips and coins.

Isilid's situation falls somewhere in between.

In a magician's game, strategy can directly influence fortune.

Currently, Matouchi has 240 gold coins, Melvin has 340, and Isilid has 290.

"The situation is not good."

Matou Ike spoke casually, his tone as calm as if he were merely commenting on an ordinary game. His gaze never left the intricate deck of cards on the table, as if countless mysteries lay hidden within.

"Oh? This is bad?" Melvin was somewhat surprised and looked up at Matou Ike. He seemed not to have expected Matou Ike to react in this way at this moment.

Matou Ike tilted her head slightly, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"Isn't that right? Although my gold coins have increased slightly, you know that the winning condition for the second game is 500. If you bet half of your gold coins in the next round and luck is on your side... then I'm completely finished."

His tone remained calm, but his words carried a hint of self-deprecation.

“If the gap widens any further, I won’t even be able to use the ‘Greed’ trick.”

He paused, his gaze suddenly sharpening as he looked directly into Melvin's eyes.

"Is this your real purpose?"

Melvin stretched out his slender fingers.

He brushed the hair from his forehead with his outstretched fingers and stared intently at Matou Ike with icy eyes.

"The enjoyable part isn't over yet, so why are you already saying such discouraging things? Right?"

"Of course. And you, are you alright?"

"Ah, today has been quite smooth. I've only coughed up blood twice since this morning."

Melvin's crimson lips lifted like a crescent moon.

However, his face gradually turned pale, making the silver-haired youth seem as if he were not of this world.

It has nothing to do with his identity as someone who can wield magic from the Age of Gods, but it makes one feel that Melvin Weinz's existence is slowly, gradually changing.

Or rather, it means reverting to his original state.

Alone, in the snow, waiting for someone, the silver demon.

"The two of you are truly destined to be together; it's truly enviable."

As if interrupting a random conversation, Isilid spoke up.

This opponent is also not to be underestimated.

The three-person bet was stable precisely because of the three of them. In other words, Isilid was steadily increasing his gold coin count by taking advantage of Melvin and Matouchi's luck.

In gambling, such a statement seems far-fetched, but the reality is indeed quite supernatural.

The gold coins remained unchanged, while the number of chips fluctuated for some time.

The three were gambling with chips, measuring their respective fortunes.

By observing the increase or decrease of chips that are not directly related to winning or losing, one can understand the current fortune and thus place bets when the odds of winning are higher.

In other words, in this gamble, chips are the weapons to increase the number of gold coins.

This is probably why Van Fem limited the number of chips that could be brought in by using a participation fee.

Just then, Matou Ike spoke again, breaking the tranquility of the betting game.

"Let's chat, Melvin."

Melvin raised an eyebrow slightly, clearly intrigued by Matou Ike's sudden words. "Oh? What are you talking about?"

"Let's talk about the mechanisms of the magic of the Age of Gods that we just mentioned." Matou Ike's words were calm.

Melvin put down his cards, a rare smile appearing on his face.

"Didn't I say that I have an agreement with my master that I cannot reveal this casually?"

“So, you don’t need to say anything.” Matou Ike smiled slightly, turning to look at the cards on the table. “I can just mutter to myself the whole time. —Addendum.”

He tapped the table lightly, requesting more cards be added.

A few seconds later, Matou Ike took the new cards, looked down and saw that they were flower cards.

Total points: 19.

“Trading is suspended,” he said softly, then his gaze returned to Melvin as he continued his conversation.

"The biggest reason for the transformation between modern magic and divine magic is the change in the magical power flowing on the earth. That is, the change from the fifth real element to the fifth fictional element."

Melvin paused for a moment, clearly processing what he had to say. "Hmm. But isn't that how modern magic is taught?"

Before the words were even finished, the dealer turned over his hand, revealing face cards and a 9, for a total of 19 points.

Melvin and Matouike were evenly matched, but Isilid won by a narrow margin.

As the game progressed, subtle changes seemed to emerge in the flow of cards, as if some invisible force was subtly influencing the situation.

The outcome of this bet does not solely depend on gambling skills; the real competition lies in how to manage the deviations in fortune caused by the magician.

This is precisely the core of Fim's Feast, Game Two.

Matouike murmured to herself, as if conversing with herself.

"There are several commonalities among the magic of the Age of Gods. I am afraid there are still many patterns that I am unaware of at this stage. However, based on my experience so far, the foundation of magic in the Age of Gods is probably to establish a contract with the gods in some form. Especially in Japan, magic in the Age of Gods still maintains a contract with the divine body, which surprises me quite a bit."

He paused, then continued, "Although my understanding is only theoretical, these magics have not declined like the runes of the past; on the contrary, they have preserved their lifeblood to some extent."

"So what conclusion are you trying to reach?" Melvin raised an eyebrow, his gaze sharp.

Matou Ike was not interrupted and continued calmly, "Even in modern times, making a contract with a god is still possible."

He slowly placed the chips into the betting area, his movements practiced and rhythmic, then turned to look at Medea:

"Since the contract is feasible, then the use of magic is also feasible. Or rather, if the record tape of the Age of Gods is summoned, they can still use Age of Gods magic in the modern era."

Chapter 469 True and False Disciples

"Oh, oh." Isilid nodded slightly, seemingly intrigued by this line of thought. "Even though the magic power decreases due to the alteration of the magic, the magic of the Age of Gods itself can still be used, right?"

He smiled and looked up at Matou Ike.

Matou Ike did not answer immediately, but stared quietly at the cards on the table, as if he was thinking about something.

Then, he slowly responded:

"That's right, that's exactly it. That's why Kiz of the Wandering Sea retains the ability to wield magic from the Age of Gods."

"That's such a pity. It's a huge loss, and just hearing about it is devastating."

Isilid's sullen expression was not an exaggeration. For magicians, the magic of the Age of Gods did indeed hold great value.

"However, since Lord Melvin has become our disciple, there has been no complete loss. This alone is fortunate."

"Indeed. Indeed, the magic of the Wandering Sea called Kiz still lives on in its essence."

Matouchi gave a somewhat perfunctory reply.

The betting continued during the conversation.

This time, Matou Ike took out the gold coins by hand. 60 coins, one-third of the gold coins she had on hand.

"But Kiz really has a lot of disciples. Making so many backups, is it because he has the mentality of giving up if things don't work out, and trying his best to seize any opportunity?"

Matouchi thought of Bai Ruolong, that man was here now.

"Oh? Kiz's disciple, and others?" Isilid stroked his chin meaningfully, a hint of curiosity in his voice. "This is quite complicated. Is it alright for me to listen?"

He asked the question as if just in case, seemingly trying to find a suitable reason to delve deeper.

Even so, he made no attempt to hide his enthusiasm, befitting the magician of the Clock Tower.

This dashing man possesses the magnanimity to manage the Monaco branch, while also harboring ambitions to reach even greater heights.

"Well, it's alright. Since you've already been involved in Kiz's murder case, Lord Isilid can't be considered an unrelated person either." Matou Ike smiled slightly.

After speaking, he turned his gaze to Melvin, his voice low and clear: "Regarding Bai Ruolong. He has other disciples—are their positions different from yours?"

"Different stances?" Melvin frowned slightly, seemingly unprepared for this topic.

Matou Ike nodded slightly, a playful smile on his lips: "Just a brief mention."

At this point, the dealer's first two cards were placed on the table.

Matou Ike lowered his head, his gaze sweeping over the cards.