I'm Really Strong

"The monarchs of the eleven families, the other families will copy the invitation in this format."

"Yes."

The butler stepped back.

Lenis just watched her brother's actions curiously. Although she didn't know what happened, the girl was looking forward to what happened next.And this expectation was finally revealed at El-Melloi Manor a week later.

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A week later.

El-Melloi Manor.

As the masters of Elmelo, Kenneth and Lenis stood at the door to receive guests one after another, and as Kenneth's fiancee and also on the pirate ship, the loss and the departure of Dirumdo were the same. Sora, who is a magician, also dressed up to attend the banquet.All the guests who can appear in this manor are the important tasks of the Clock Tower.

"Long time no see, Sovereign Bathemello."

The height of [-] meters can not be called tall, with a simple and capable ponytail, the indifferent girl in her twenties nodded lightly.

"Is it necessary to follow up the ceremony in the Far East, sovereign El-Melloi?"

The girl's name is Bathermelo Lorelei, the candidate for the head of the Clock Tower, the magic field marshal who leads the Choir and the Clone Brigade, the highest peak of modern magicians, the leader of the aristocratic faction, the ruler of the Law and Politics Division and its subordinates The monarch of the Arcane Tribunal.

"Since I have invited everyone, it is natural that there is a major event involving the clock tower."

Kenneth bowed slightly, feeling the oppression of the older family on El-Melloi.

Bathemello nodded, and without even saying much, he entered the banquet hall under the complicated gaze of Kenneth, accompanied by two subordinates of the Law and Politics Department.

After a while, another old woman over [-] walked in.

The old woman's silver hair was as noble as a wolf, she was dressed in a fashionable green dress, her back was straight, and the smile on her face seemed to be very happy.

"Good night, monarch Balu Ereta."

Kenneth named the old woman.

Inola Baru Erreta Artolohom, the old woman at the apex of the Baru Erreta sect.

""On the Road of Magic in the New Century", don't you think this proposition is a little bigger, the boy of the El-Mello family——Ah, sorry, you are a monarch now, I have to call you the monarch El Merlot. "The old woman laughed.

"You will believe what I say is true." Kenneth introduced with a smile.

During the conversation between the two, many nobles and monarchs also arrived one after another.

Tramberio, Solonia, Sofilia, Meastia, Brixsan, Yumina, Gigumarie, Animusfia, Roxlot...and again In addition to the relative power of these monarchs, and the aristocratic El-Melloi who invited them, [-]% of the guests were aristocrats, [-]% were democrats, and [-]% were neutral.

It can be said that in today's El-Melloi Manor, the power of the Clock Tower has almost reached its peak.

"Monarch Balu Yereta, speaking of which I met one of your disciples in the Land of Fuyuki."

Kenneth smiled, with a particularly bright smile.

"Master's disciple? The one that the monarch Elmero can specifically propose, and he is a disciple of the Far East. Think about it...Aha! Orange Cangzaki? Right?"

The old woman pondered for a few seconds, then smiled and recalled the past, thinking of her proud disciple of the doll with dark crimson hair.

"The seal designation, she can be said to be the most worthy of the seal designation among modern magicians.

"When the Secret Ritual Judgment Bureau came to ask the Lord for his opinion, the lord recommended her well: Please be sure to keep Chengzi Aozaki and her magic circuit in the depths of the Secret Ritual Judgment Bureau forever. "

"Is there such a thing?" Kenneth heard of this for the first time.

"Of course! After all, he is a proud disciple of the Lord, so he has to take special care of it, don't you think?" The old woman said with a smile, while listening to the melodious music playing in the manor, "Speaking of which, the monarch Ai Ermelo, what is this piece called?"

"The rainy season in Castamere."

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Chapter 35 was originally posted yesterday as a scrap manuscript that should have been deleted. It contains a considerable amount of private work written before waking up. The current version has been revised _(:зゝ∠)_

Chapter 37 Welcome to the Future

The Clock Tower is a research institution established about 9 years ago by heretical magicians who were driven away by Atlas and the Wandering Sea. A new system was formed around the twelfth century AD, and now it serves as the headquarters and center of the Magic Association and the world of magic. the highest institution of higher learning.The power is mainly concentrated in Western Europe, [-]% of European magicians are affiliated to the Clock Tower, and some priests of the Holy Church will also keep their household registration in the form of dispatch.

And such an organization naturally has to have an organizer.The dean of the Clock Tower until now is a mysterious figure who has lived for at least two thousand years, according to the setting that Nasu Mushroom does not know or remember.

There is no such person in today's banquet hall. Maybe this mysterious dean pretends to be someone's attendant and sneaks into this banquet hall, in order to see everything from the best and most hidden perspective, or maybe He didn't care about things here at all, and he might be fishing, playing cards, and birding somewhere.

The banquet hall was very lively.

Probably because there has not been such a large-scale top-level gathering of power for a long time, no matter how vile the scumbags are behind the magicians present, they are all sane at this moment, holding goblets, one after another. Toasting wine and chatting with each other.

Ears, the melodious music has never been interrupted.

"Hey, Kenneth, where's Miss Lenis?" the old woman suddenly asked with some doubts, "I saw her running around just now?"

"I don't know." Kenneth shook his head sincerely.

Meanwhile, in reality.

"...Is this the power of the Dream Demon?"

Just now, Lenis, who was still standing and playing in her dream, stared at the "corpses" that were lying on top of each other.Of course, these people didn't really die, they just mistakenly thought they were still awake and socializing normally in their dreams.

As she spoke, Rhines lightly poked the face of her brother Kenneth, who had fallen asleep on the chair.

Merlin stood in the banquet hall humming a little tune with an old-fashioned appearance, directing the Hassan workers present.