A foreigner's journey

In a remote hut in the old city of Melisis, a magician was waiting anxiously.

This person's name is Darron, one of the participating Masters in this Holy Grail War.

Dalong looks to be between 45 and 50 years old, 1.82 meters tall and with a well-proportioned figure. The face under the messy short gray hair has wrinkles of time, there is a black tattoo under each eye, and there are fresh bite marks and old scars on the lips. He was wearing loose sportswear and a large dark matte cloak. He wore two gold rings on his index finger and ring finger. You could see obvious burnt marks on the index finger and middle finger.

At this time, Dalon kept wandering around the dimly lit cabin, chewing gum at varying speeds, and from time to time he touched the pocket with the cigarette case on his chest but stopped. When the anxiety reaches a certain level, he will subconsciously bite his lower lip hard, which is obviously how the bites and scars come.

On the table in the corner of the hut, there was a jar of black gelatinous substance with the lid opened, exuding a faint odor.

Just as he was getting more and more restless, a golden light shone brightly in the room, and the figure of LANCER Karna appeared in front of Dalon.

"How's it going? You're not being followed, are you? Have you found Minal Tremberio?"

Seeing Karna return, Daron finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Karna shook his head slightly: "Don't worry, I confirmed that no one was following me when I came back. This time I only had a brief fight with RIDER and ASSASSIN, and I didn't find any other servants or masters."

"That ASSASSIN and RIDER can never be Minar's servants. Since she is confident in setting traps to ambush others, she must have a powerful enough trump card."

Daron covered his face with his hands, sat down on the chair and breathed a long sigh of relief: "Huh... Minal Tremberio has indeed inherited her father's cunning. I wanted you to directly kill everyone in this war. The biggest threat, I didn’t expect that she would be cunning enough to use other servants as bait to obtain our information, so this time we will suffer a big loss.”

"I'm sorry, I revealed my real name during the battle and made you passive." Karna apologized.

Daron waved his hand: "As long as you take action in battle, with that golden armor and the power at the top of the heroic spirit, it is impossible to hide your identity. It was my strategic negligence, and I should apologize to you. Sorry, LANCER ."

As he spoke, he stood up and walked to the table, stretched out his index finger to dig out a small piece of black gelatinous substance in the suspicious jar and put it into his mouth. Disgusted by the smell, he frowned and Dalon looked better:

"Just using [Magic Release·Fire] caused me to lose a lot of magic power. It's really difficult for a half-time magician like me to cooperate with a powerful heroic spirit like you."

Karna suggested: "Next time, I will try to use only spear skills and contact combat to deal with the enemy."

"That would create risks out of thin air. Don't pay attention to me. Whenever you encounter a powerful enemy, just rely on your own judgment to use the Noble Phantasm. I have prepared this thing for this Holy Grail War."

Dalon bent his index finger and tapped the side of the jar:

"A powerful curse excavated from the spiritual tomb of Albion - [Black Beast Fat]."

Karna looked at the jar of black gelatinous substance with sharp eyes: "I can feel that if you take too much of this 'potion' transformed by the curse body, it will cause irreversible consequences to your body."

Daron smiled silently, and then sat back on the chair. You could see a red command spell in the shape of a gun blade on the inside of his wrist.

By consuming black animal fat, the magic power in Dalon's body began to slowly replenish, and it took him a long time before he said:

"LANCER, I don't have abundant magic power like those talented magicians. I'm just a low-level wild magician. My wife and daughter died because of my stupidity a long time ago. In order to fight the illusory magic. In the future, I will be registered as a digger in the mining department of the ruling city Magis Fair, and I have been living under the tomb of Albion without seeing the light of day for thirteen years. How many years can a person have in his life? Thirteen years? The Holy Grail War is the closest opportunity I have to my dream in this life, and I want to seize this opportunity!"

The palms covered with calluses and wrinkles were clenched tightly together, and the joints were white.

Karna said calmly:

"I'm not interested in the Holy Grail. But if you want it, that's another matter. As long as you want it, MASTER, I will definitely give you the results."

Daron smiled: "I have never had the slightest doubt about you. Fortunately, I can fight alongside you in this Holy Grail War, LANCER."

Karna's face still had that gloomy look. He turned his attention to the jar of black animal fat: "Where did you get this thing? Even for a magician, this kind of thing is very rare." It’s a rare existence.”

"As a magic material, black animal fat is undoubtedly the highest level. The [Black Oblivion Paste] refined from black animal fat can quickly and massively replenish magic power in a short period of time."

Daron picked up the jar from the table, handed it to Karna, and said unhurriedly:

"Albion is a huge underground labyrinth that spreads beneath the Clock Tower. It can also be said to be the Clock Hole relative to the Clock Tower. There are a large number of cursed bodies there that are almost impossible to find on the ground, such as Dragon scales and teeth, Hydra larvae corpses, etc. Even in this 'new era', as long as you obtain a large number of precious curses, you may become famous.

The exploration of the tomb of Albion has continued for more than a thousand years since the founding of the Clock Tower. This underground exploration, which has yielded many benefits but also suffered many losses, was out of the control of the Lords at some point and was instead managed by the [Secret Anatomy Bureau]. The time and space inside the spiritual tomb are ambiguous, and the environment changes frequently. The atmosphere is filled with magic, and many dangerous fantasy species live there. In order to prevent smuggling, the Secret Anatomy Bureau strictly controls entry and exit. Except for those with special permission and internal staff of the organization, it is difficult for others to get out once they enter, unless their term ends or their term is reduced with money.

A pauper like me naturally has no money to reduce my tenure. Just surviving underground in Albion has already consumed all my resources and energy. I thought that I would spend this life like this, and that I might even die under the spiritual tomb of Albion. Unexpectedly, during an accidental mining operation on the 33rd floor underground half a year ago, I found a rare Class 2A black beast corpse. From this corpse, I extracted a large amount of [Black Animal Fat], which is an ultra-high-level magic material that many magicians dream of! My opportunity finally came.

But unfortunately, other "colleagues" discovered my secret and secretly formed an alliance. Once they kill me, they can share the black tallow equally. While being continuously pursued by them, I escaped all the way down to Odvena, the vein corridor on the 49th underground floor of Albion, the spiritual tomb. When I was about to be overtaken by my pursuers, a [Crack] (Portal) unexpectedly opened in front of me.

Normally, there are four portals in and out of the tomb in London, one is underground in the Clock Tower, one is underground in the Anatomy Bureau, and the remaining two are currently unknown. However, due to the instability of the coordinates of the spiritual tomb, fleeting cracks will randomly appear underground under extremely rare circumstances.

I seized the opportunity and jumped into the crack. The crack that only existed for a few seconds immediately dissipated. Then I found myself standing in front of St. George the Martyr's Church in London. I had walked out of Albion alive, and the Bureau of Anatomy did not know about it. After a short period of repair, I used my previous connections to sell a small amount of black animal fat on the black market, in exchange for the secret recipe for refining the 'Black Oblivion Cream' and three sacred relics of powerful heroic spirits. After the final decision, I chose the fragments of the chariot as a catalyst and officially participated in this Holy Grail War.

Do you know what the Clock Tower calls people like us who have unearthed the cursed body and returned to the surface again?

Survivor.

LANCER, I joined the Holy Grail War for only one goal. That is to make a wish to the Almighty Holy Grail to be reunited with my wife and daughter. This is the last and best opportunity that mediocre me can seize. Please help me achieve my wish! "

Handing the jar back to Daron, Karna showed a rare smile:

"——As long as it's your order."

PS: There will be another chapter in the afternoon