Man is in the moon, the dead apostle starts

"Even if something happens, it's El-Melloi's business, not the problem of the aristocratic faction or even the entire clock tower."

Mikael leaned on the back of the soft sofa, sank in and hugged his arms.

"Okay, let's not talk about the Holy Grail War, Mr. Ingram, what is the private request you are talking about? But since it is a private request, you should understand the rules."

"If you want to gain something, you have to lose something, [The Fool's] law of equivalent exchange."

Ingram nodded. This is the rule set by the young man in front of him when he was walking outside with the title of "The Fool". There are very few things he can't do, as long as he can pay the corresponding price.

"Kirshtalia's child suffered a serious injury, which will affect his magic talent. I hope to heal his injury."

If it weren't for the fact that the family has no way to heal this kind of injury, even if he was killed, he would not come to Mikael.

"It's a serious injury..."

Mikael nodded thoughtfully, and it seemed that it was not much different from what he expected. Since the Wadham family could do nothing about it, it was probably a mental injury or an injury on the magic circuit.

"Then what about that child of Kirshtalia? I want to see what kind of injury can cause troubles for Wadim, and this child is also the chairman of our astronomy department. If a small injury affects the future It's a pity for the development."

"Kirshtalia is waiting outside in the carriage, I'll call him here."

Ingram stretched out his hand, and the bird shaped by the moonlight made the demon fly out. It passed through the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, like water droplets melting into a river, without any hindrance.

Soon the door of the reception room was pushed open, and a boy in a delicate white dress walked in.

"Good day, Lord Animsfia."

He bowed slightly, every movement was standard and impeccable, the neatly combed blond hair was hanging down, and his gestures and gestures carried the elegance and confidence of being an inheritor of a famous magic family.

His face was tense, and he was serious. It was obvious that at this age, he was in charge, and it was still a little heavy for him.

"Hearing the news of your disappearance after being assassinated, it really makes me a little worried."

"Thank you Lord Animsfia for your concern."

"Here, take off your clothes, right here, I want to check your injuries."

"Is it right here..."

Kirshtalia hesitated for a moment, and he couldn't help looking in the direction of his grandfather. After all, this was a very rude behavior, but after seeing his grandfather nodding in agreement, he took off all his clothes.

"Actually, you just need to take off your shirt."

Looking at Kirshtalia who stripped naked neatly, Mikael added.

"........."

Hearing his words, Kirshtalia looked at the clothes that had been taken off by herself, and was thinking about whether to put on her underwear.

"Okay, in fact, this is also good, it looks clearer."

Mikael walked towards him. Although the boy's figure was thin, he could still see clearly defined muscles. It could be seen that he often did some kind of exercise, similar to fencing, and it was not a showy one. A skill that can really be used in combat.

The hideous open wound on the surface of the chest attracted his attention. It is conceivable how severe the danger he encountered at that time was. Such an injury would have a high probability of killing an ordinary high-ranking magician on the spot.

However, compared with the superficial injuries, the inner injuries are more serious.In Mikael's line of sight, it can be seen that the flow of magic power in Kirshtalia's body has become obscure, and some magic circuits have even been in a semi-withered state. The Vadim family can guarantee that the situation will not continue to deteriorate, but it has withered The magic circuit cannot be restored.

Although such an injury is not fatal to the magician, the trouble is not small at all.The magic circuit itself is like a precision machine, and if it is missing by a tiny bit, it will be a thousand miles away, which increases the possibility of accidents.

"The blooming bullet and the special poison against magicians have a bit of [Magician Killer] in it, but luckily it's not the origin bullet, otherwise it would be a bit troublesome."

After careful inspection, Mikael gave a conclusion.

Ingram couldn't help showing a wry smile on his face. He had also heard a little bit about the [Magician Killer]. If it hits, he will consider retraining another heir.

"Can the wound on Kirshtalia be healed?"

"Of course you can. Didn't I say that even if you are hit by the origin bomb, it's just a little troublesome."

Mikael stretched out his finger and touched Kirshtalia's chest, and the replacement magic unfolded, replacing the state before the injury with the current state.

Kirshtalia was stunned. He could recognize that Mikael used only the most basic replacement magic to heal himself. In theory, replacement magic is not impossible to do this kind of thing, but a theory is a theory after all, but Reality is another matter.

And isn't the one in front of you the king of astronomy? Why does he have such a deep research on displacement magic?It is already comparable to the famous magic family of the nine generations.

.........

"Okay, you can put on your clothes."

Mikael patted him on the shoulder to wake him up from his trance.

"My lord, Animsfia, before paying the price, I have a merciless request."

Ingram stood up, bowed slightly, and said respectfully.

"I hope you can accept Kirshtalia as your apprentice. As a price, Wadim and Animsfia will become true allies, help each other, and never betray."

"Oh~~~"

Mikael narrowed his eyes slightly, and felt a little happy in his heart, but he didn't show the slightest bit on his face.

His original plan was to find a reason to accept Kirshtalia as a disciple. After all, he controlled the master, and indirectly controlled the Wadham family. Then he would find a noble daughter from the Animsfia family to marry Kirshtalia, after having a descendant heir with Animsfia blood, annexed the Vadim family as a matter of course.

I didn't expect Ingram to bring it up by himself. It was a surprise, and I didn't bother to make excuses.

"Although it is an honor for every teacher to accept a genius like Kirshtalia as an apprentice, I don't quite understand that the promise of never betraying is too heavy for a magician family."

"As you can see, my vitality is exhausted, and I will fall into the valley of death in the not-too-distant future."

Mentioning the fact that his time is numbered, Ingram seemed very open-minded.

"You can have other options, too."

"Turning into a Dead Apostle?"

He shook his head, rejected Mikael's proposal, and then looked at Kirshtalia, with a cheerful smile on his old face.

"I already have a proud heir. His great wish to reach the root must be realized by him. A long life is meaningless to me. It's time to take a good rest."

"That's really a pity. I don't have many old friends, and soon there will be one less."

Mikael shrugged, then picked up the teacup, and expressed emotion.

"It takes courage to dare to choose death and believe in the future. Unfortunately, most magicians lack this kind of courage. Maybe this is one of the reasons why the clock tower is stagnant."