And so, life went on, step by step, amidst their own noisy squabbles. This day, Aslan, who was enjoying the rare sight of a sea of lavender, received a call from Antarctica. Aslan looked at Marisbury's name on the phone and couldn't help but purse his lips. Every time he had received a call from Antarctica these years, it had been a headache.
It was either to collect some hard-to-find or so-called forbidden data, or to "invite" some high-tech personnel who could work at Chaldea. These invited people either had enemies or were imprisoned somewhere. Every time, it required a battle.
That was also true. If they could be normally invited to Antarctica, why would he be calling him?
"Hello. Go ahead. What kind of talent is it this time that requires our Director Marisbury to call me? If it's an old fossil like last time, then don't call me. Do you know how much effort it took me to drag that old fossil away last time?!"
Mentioning the person who needed to be rescued last time, Aslan wanted to twist that old thing's head off. That old magus had ability, yes, but the key was that he insisted on packing up and taking his entire house with him, saying that he had developed feelings for these things, and that if he didn't have the little teddy bear his mother had given him, he would definitely not be able to sleep at night.
It had almost sent Aslan to the intensive care unit.
Not a physical blow, but a mental one. Aslan even suspected that all of this old magus's enemies were provoked by his personality.
Marisbury also gave a wry smile twice on the other end of the phone. Indeed, the rescue mission last time was somewhat difficult for everyone. Of course, if just anyone could have safely protected and evacuated that old magus while preserving so many pieces of furniture.
Although he had to say "I'm sorry" to Aslan, the various data and knowledge that the old magus had sent over later had indeed helped the entire Chaldea take a big step forward.
"The one to be rescued this time is a boy genius. If we have this boy genius join us, I think the entire Chaldea's technology will surely advance by a large margin."
Aslan pursed his lips. Every time, Marisbury said the same thing. "So... what is this genius being hunted for this time?"
Marisbury's tone carried a hint of mischievousness. "Speaking of which, this is also related to you, Aslan. Have you heard of this thing called 'The Growing Secret Treasure of the Blacksmith Aslan'? Legend has it that it is the evolutionary history of the famous blacksmith Aslan's weapons when he was forging them. It's simply a personal library and specimen of his growth. That little genius obtained this thing and has made a breakthrough."
Aslan held his chin. To be honest, for a moment, he really couldn't remember what Marisbury was talking about. After all, it seemed to be a mischievous little idea of his from a long time ago. After thinking for a long time, Aslan finally remembered that he had once put the equipment from every step he had taken, after they were damaged in use and testing, into a box, and finally formed a chain.
That chain had been lost who knows where a long time ago. And it just so happened to be as Aslan had wished. After all, he had mischievously wanted to place it in the human world. It seemed that the so-called secret treasure of his was this thing.
"I probably know what it is. I didn't expect this thing to have actually been passed down. I thought it would become a catalyst in some Holy Grail War."
Marisbury's tone carried a hint of helplessness. "This is a mess you created, so you go and fix it. Although it's mainly a holy relic pursued by magus-smiths, more or less, other magi also want to comprehend the Faerie Letters on it. So in history, every time it appears, it will stir up a battle for it. But most people have no way of deciphering any knowledge from it.
This time, that little genius was able to push it with a special means, and he isn't even considered a magus. This naturally attracted everyone's attention. Do you understand how big of a storm this has stirred up in the world of magi?
It's also thanks to this little genius mainly using these pieces of equipment for self-defense, and the magus who discovered this didn't seem to want to make it known to everyone. After all, the fewer people who know, the fewer people to share the cake with. But there is also bad news, and that is that the Clock Tower seems to have already known about this situation and has also sent personnel to retrieve it.
In other words, this operation might have to go against the Mage's Association. The staff of Chaldea cannot show their faces directly. Only you, who are not recorded in detail in the Mage's Association, can complete this commission. For the sake of me having taken care of so many extra matters for you during your travels these years, how about you help me out this one time?
The precious metals of Chaldea. After the matter is done, you can pick any one you like."
Aslan, of course, didn't think that the Mage's Association of this era could pose too much of a fatal threat to him. At least, as long as Aslan did not intend to endanger this world, any desperate action would be of no benefit to the Mage's Association, unless they used those sealed weapons. Of course, even those weapons might not be able to truly and utterly destroy Avalon's defense. To be more realistic, Aslan was not a city. He would not just stand there and not dodge when faced with the attack of a powerful weapon.
Under such circumstances, it didn't really matter whether Aslan participated or not. However, this time, it did indeed arouse his interest. After all, they were fighting for something he had left behind, weren't they? And he, this former owner, could naturally go and test whether the current holder had the qualifications and ability to hold his little museum.
Even without considering these things, Aslan also wanted to see what kind of method that so-called boy genius had used to activate his own step-by-step failures in an alternative way.
Those weapons and equipment, even if they were failures, were not something an ordinary person could control. Otherwise, in these long years, and with the few times it had appeared, no one would have been able to effectively obtain any information.
If it weren't for the fact that this string of treasures did indeed have a distant history and story to support it, and at the same time, the material used was very special, otherwise, someone would have probably long since suggested that this was perhaps just a small mischievous hobby of that blacksmith. After all, the fact that Aslan liked to play pranks was also written in the epics and stories.
However, this time, someone had successfully activated the weapon device within it. This also naturally showed that everything was real. They had no need to doubt or worry.