Magician in Type-Moon

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Bai Ruolong chuckled softly. He kicked the floor with his toe, and a dull "thump" resounded. Immediately, the dragon wings on his back unfurled, and a demonic feather array rapidly formed, filling the entire space almost instantly.

"This place is a bit small. How about this idea?"

He spoke coldly in a low voice. As soon as he finished speaking, the demonic feathers swiftly pierced through the air, instantly slicing through the metal and stone slabs. The blade-like wings directly cut through the part connecting the cargo ship to the seawater.

Seawater rushed into the cabin, and the water flowed rapidly, and everything seemed to be out of control.

Van Fem's smile grew even brighter, like a curious child watching the unfolding events. "Roar! A battle in the water!"

Bai Ruolong sneered and raised an eyebrow.

"Not a bad idea, right? Oh, you're not like those orthodox vampires, unable to cross the stream, are you?"

“No.” Van Fem replied easily, his tone carrying a hint of confidence, as if even the seawater could not stop him.

"That's good. I'll go first," Bai Ruolong said calmly, and without hesitation, he leaped into the air. His figure drew an arc in the air and disappeared into the dark night, as if swallowed by the endless deep sea.

Van Fem nodded slightly, gesturing to Coopera, and then slowly made a sighing gesture—a gesture that carried a hint of helplessness yet couldn't hide his excitement.

Immediately afterwards, Cooper and he jumped into the sea side by side and disappeared beneath the churning water.

Seeing them leap into the sea, Luvia hurriedly followed. Her voice echoed across the still water, carrying a hint of barely perceptible anxiety and urgency.

"Hey, wait a minute!"

The waves surged and the water churned, and the four figures gradually disappeared into the dark water.

Chapter 477 The Matou Family's Magic Crest

The game situation is becoming increasingly intense, and the scene is full of tension.

Although Isilid has escaped the previous final situation, he still has not grasped the full picture of the situation, but few people can easily see through Matou Ike's intentions.

Each time the coins were moved, the amount ranged from 10 to 30, but now, Matouchi and Melvin's bets in each round were no less than 50 coins, and even once exceeded the 100-coin mark.

The constant betting resulted in astonishing fluctuations in the betting odds, with the total amount sometimes dropping to almost a hundred dollars and sometimes surging to over four hundred dollars in an instant.

The crowd was packed, and the tension and volatility of the betting game had brought their excitement to a fever pitch.

Although the magic tricks arranged by Isilid still ensured that their conversation would not be leaked, the thrill of gambling itself was enough to satisfy their desire for the unknown and risk.

Melvin coughed a few times and casually put a handkerchief to his mouth. It was a high-end item made of white silk, with a slight red stain on the surface, which was obviously blood from earlier.

He seemed completely unconcerned about his image, a hint of coldness in his eyes.

"How interesting, Matou."

Melvin narrowed his eyes.

"What's so interesting about Blackjack, who learned the magic of the Age of Gods but has no use for it at all?" Matou Ike retorted directly.

"Let those things go eat shit."

Extremely vulgar words, yet spoken with extreme elegance, came from Melvin's mouth.

"When did I ever say I wanted to compete with you in magic? Do you think I became Pang Huanghai's disciple because I wanted that kind of boring battle?"

"of course not."

Melvin paused for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief, a hint of ease in his eyes.

He stopped dwelling on these things and instead glanced at the cards in his hand.

"That's good. I would have been so pitiful if you had misunderstood me like that."

After saying this angrily, Melvin glanced at the cards in his hand.

After he finished speaking angrily, his gaze returned to the table, and his fingers lightly brushed over a few cards, seemingly in no hurry to make a decision.

"Take a card," he said in a low voice, his fingers moving swiftly as a new card fell onto the table. At this moment, Melvin's score was now the same as Matou Ike's, both with 17 points.

The dealer lowered her head and showed her hand—6 and 7, totaling 13 points. According to the rules, she had to continue drawing cards.

When she drew the flower card, it turned out to be a bombshell.

Both Matou Ike and Melvin won and gained more coins.

But their next actions resembled two children throwing a tantrum and bumping into each other.

They were both seriously locked in a head-on confrontation, fiercely battling each other.

Before they knew it, Matouchi and Melvin had completely tied their coin counts, both reaching a bet of 300 coins.

Melvin, who was once out of reach, has now been caught up by Matou Ike.

In the following rounds, the game became even more dramatic, with three ties that seemed almost like a deliberate contest, as all three players ended up with the same number of cards.

This frustrating yet exhilarating cycle is like witnessing a sandcastle being built and then collapsing.

The situation became even more tense after the fourth tie. Matouchi and Melvin both added 100 gold coins without hesitation, bringing the total bet to 200 coins.

The game resumed. Matouchi's hand consisted of the 5 of clubs and the 8 of spades, while Melvin's was the Ace of hearts and the 3 of hearts. The dealer's face-up card was the Ace of spades—the strongest hand in blackjack, which usually leads to a natural blackjack and gives him an overwhelming advantage.

In that instant, almost everyone knew that Melvin was now in a favorable position.

The Ace of Spades can be played as either a 1 or an 11, making it an almost undisputed winning hand.

However, Matou Ike did not react immediately; he seemed to be deep in thought, and a tense silence filled the air.

After a moment, he slowly extended his index finger and calmly announced, "Double the bet."

This declaration struck like a thunderbolt, immediately igniting an uproar in the audience.

All eyes immediately turned to him.

Doubling down means that Matou Ike is raising his bet to 200 gold coins in one go—if he succeeds, he will increase his gold coin count to 500, becoming the biggest winner of this bet.

Melvin smiled slightly, seemingly unsurprised.

He spoke softly, his voice tinged with a hint of mockery: "Greed."

He then made a corresponding decision: "Now is the best time to place a bet, and I think it's also time to let greed take hold."

The dealer nodded and replied softly, "Okay. Now, Greed requires 200 coins as an additional bet. Lord Melvin bets 100 coins, plus the 200 coins for Greed, for a total of 300 coins."

Now, the audience returned to silence.

It was both the largest bet to date and the one in which Melvin wagered all his chips.

Her fair skin and beautiful face were held high, her cheeks slanted. She looked like a witch from a fairy tale.

“Hey, Matou.” Melvin curled the corners of his lips slightly, his voice low and teasing, “How about we wager something else?”

Matou Ike frowned slightly and asked in a deep voice, "What is it?"

Melvin's eyes flashed with a dangerous light as he slowly spoke: "Your magic mark."

Matou Ike narrowed his eyes slightly, his suspicious gaze fixed on Melvin's face.

The magic crest that Matou Ike inherited is undoubtedly from the Matou family.

This is the magic crest left behind by Zouken Matou before he disappeared.

But over the years, Matou Ike has long since figured out the magic of the internal storage.

While it contains research on high-level magic by the Matou family themselves, as well as magic imprinted into Matou Ike later, it shouldn't be something that would arouse Melvin's covetousness.

No, or rather, even if the Matou family's magic were handed over to Melvin, he would never abandon his family's magic foundation to inherit the Matou family's magic crest.

Once a magician embarks on their path, it's almost impossible to change course. Melvin clearly has his own foundation and lineage, and he wouldn't easily abandon them to inherit someone else's magic.

So what Melvin wants isn't magic related to the Matou family or the Matou Ike, but simply the magic crest belonging to the Matou family.

Matou Ike's gaze froze slightly; he really couldn't think of any other use for this magic crest.

The other party wanted to gamble with him; perhaps that was Melvin's plan from the very beginning.

This magical imprint is clearly of paramount importance to Melvin at this stage.

"why?"

"I apologize, but I cannot answer that; it's a secret." As if playing a small prank, the beautiful matchmaker Melvin smiled. "Or perhaps you could choose to set my share of the bet as the answer, wouldn't you?"

Chapter 478 Trumpetio

The card that decides fate quietly glides across the table—the 7 of Clubs.

Now, Matou Ike has a total of 20 points in his hand, which is already a very strong hand.

But that doesn't mean he can let his guard down. To win, he must out-bet Melvin and the dealer simultaneously, and with both sides holding Aces, it's usually not an easy situation to make a big bet.

Then, Melvin received a new card – the Two of Hearts.

Melvin's total points have reached 16. Clearly, he must continue drawing cards to maintain this level, otherwise he could easily be overtaken by Matouchi and the dealer.

“I want to ask you something, Melvin,” Matou Ike said calmly, breaking the silence on the table.

"Please." Melvin did not rush to act, but slightly raised his eyes to look at him, as if waiting for Matou Ike to continue.

The dealer did not interrupt the two, since the focus of the gambling table was now only on these two guests.

Matou Ike's gaze passed over Melvin's figure. After a moment of contemplation, she slowly spoke:

"Why not just rest and recuperate at the Clock Tower? Why drag yourself into this? And why be so fixated on this victory or defeat?"

Melvin's eyes narrowed slightly, but the smile remained on his lips.

Yes, why bother?

Matou Ike looked at the man in front of her.

In fact, on the day he first met Melvin on this ship, Matou Ike obtained information about Melvin's current situation from El-Melloi II, also known as Weber Velvet.

.........

Let's rewind a little bit—

This was the time when Matouchi and El-Melloi II were making their routine contact.

"Ah, Matou, how long do you expect to take to arrive in London?" A tired voice came from the other end of the phone, clearly showing signs of exhaustion, as if he hadn't yet recovered from a series of busy events.

Matou Ike frowned slightly, recognizing the general situation of the person whose voice it was. The other person was clearly still busy.

"If there are no other unforeseen circumstances, it should be around a week from now," Matou Ike replied calmly, his voice unhurried.