Forget it. He'd play a defensive game.
You there? Are you there?
Lord El-Melloi II finally couldn't take it anymore.
You sure do talk a lot.
That Twentieth Hassan seemed to have even more to say.
I thought you had become some Korean StarCraft pro and your eyesight had worsened so much that you couldn't read my messages. May I ask if you have time to look over some magecraft problems for me? Name whatever payment you need, and I'll do my best to meet it.
This guy really did talk too much!
Although Lord El-Melloi II was very interested in the payment, he had no interest whatsoever in this irritating human. He even wanted to punch him.
By then, he had already amassed several dozen units and was preparing to launch a push.
A wild Raven slipped in from the side and used an ability.
His tanks were disabled—meaning he couldn't control them for ten seconds.
The opponent, with a large number of infantry and tanks at the front, instantly crushed his defense.
Lord El-Melloi II typed GG with trembling hands.
Leaning back in his chair, he felt like life was no longer worth living.
He had fallen victim to a chat build.
Message after message came in, all about magecraft research and payment.
He lit another cigarette.
He thought for a moment.
Then decided to take the job.
Fine. Come over.
Of course, that was on the condition that this person could indeed provide him with a good magecraft problem and suitable payment.
If either one was lacking, then this Twentieth Hassan could only have a taste of the Mercury Maid's warning.
Chapter 6: I Know a Little About Projection Magic
Britain, London, before the Clock Tower.
Shirou incredulously pinched his chin.
He hadn't expected to make contact