Tribute to the Demon King

……experienced?Isn't the teacher less than thirty years old?

El-Melloi II frowned in confusion, and then understood.

I see.The teacher said, I have experienced it in the re-engraved memory...

However, compared with the melody, what we should really pay attention to at this moment is the performer——

No matter the trumpet, the piano or the double bass, all of them are played behind them by mechanical puppets about the height of a human being.

This aspect of creation science is somewhat similar to modern science, but there is a decisive difference between the two, that is, these dolls do not rely on computer chips and power supplies, but are powered by silk that reflects moonlight and skeletons containing fantasy species. The gears are driven, and the highest grade material is the legendary endless gear that will never stop once it starts running.

Now that the concept of human body imitation has declined, there are not many magicians who can create dolls with such precision... After the death of Soren Araya, the number will be reduced by one again.

"Puppet band?"

The corner of Zhou Yi's mouth raised slightly: "It's really romantic."

"Compared to that," Bazzett looked around at the magicians, and couldn't help but secretly stunned, "Tranbellio, Tranbellio, Tranbellio, Meastia, Tranbellio... ...Wow, it is indeed a social party of the Tranbelio faction. There is no one from the Barthumello faction."

The magician's first task in a social evening is to confirm the proportion of factions.The Tranbelio faction represents democracy, the Bathmeiro faction represents aristocraticism, and the neutral faction Meastia that doesn't bother Lao Tzu's study of magic and doesn't care about you whatever you like.

El Mello II looked up and saw that more than [-]% of the party was from Tranbelio and Meastia.That kind of scene is about the same joy as when a newly hatched chick looks up and finds that all the crocodiles are hatched around him.

Because El-Melloi is a typical Barthel-Melloi faction-but this actually has nothing to do with the position of El-Melloi II himself as the monarch.The reason why El Mello is aristocratic is because Kenneth is one of the few great nobles in the clock tower.But now the classrooms in El Mello are full of magicians of the new generation, who are actually closer to the democratism of Trambellio and the others.

In fact, El-Melloi II's attitude of neither pleasing the conservatives nor the reformers made Barthemelo hate him even more... On the contrary, he also hated Barthemelo, who was in charge of the legal and political department. of.

For example, Hua Ye Hishiri, as a magician belonging to the Department of Law and Politics, was angered by El-Melloi II for this reason, and she became disgusted at the same time.

"Heh. Are you still delusional about leaving your name in the noble history of magic with your shallow bloodline?"

"Do you still think that magic can be maintained on your own now that magic has declined? When will you wake up from your daydream?"

"Hmph! If there is no new generation clock tower, can it survive now?"

"Too young. The clock tower was originally built for nobles. Now you are rewarded with some leftovers. Do you really think you can accomplish something?"

Beside Zhou Yi and the others, the two magicians quarreled for some reason.With these two as the center, their respective factions gradually became tense, and a sinister atmosphere instantly spread in the banquet hall.

"Teacher, look, it's started again."

Sovereign El-Melloi II helplessly spread his hands at Zhou Yi, and said in a low voice, "I knew this would happen, so I don't want to attend any banquet..."

"Don't panic, little Weber."

Zhou Yi also lowered his voice, moved closer to El-Melloi II, and said with a smile: "Look, Iseruma's method is not as simple as you imagine—"

Author's message:

The second one is delivered!The nest is super strong! (chest out)

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"Oh, I, I...wait. Sorry..."

When the two facing each other were about to fight, a staggering figure suddenly came across.

This drunken young man's footsteps were flimsy, his face was flushed, and he was about to fall.

He dangled between the two magicians and was about to bump into him. The slightly younger Trambellio sent the magician to quickly lean his body back to avoid his flailing hands.

The old magician opposite was not so lucky.His chin was hit by the back of the young magician's hand, and he suddenly became angry from embarrassment: "You bastard..."

"I, I said... brother, brother, you..."

But the drunken young magician looked at the old magician with drunken eyes, his right hand clasped his shoulders, and his body suddenly fell into his arms as if suddenly limp: "Not enough... not enough, loyalty, belch— —”

He burped, and suddenly a strong, sickening, pungent smell gushed out of his mouth.

The face of the old magician who was facing him suddenly distorted.The old gentleman's face turned livid, and he almost couldn't help slapping him.

But the muscles on his face twitched rapidly, and finally resisted the desire to fight, and shook his hand away from his shoulder.Then he took a handkerchief and repeatedly wiped his shoulders, which seemed to be soaked in the smell of alcohol, and looked at the drunken magician who collapsed on the ground with a gloomy and terrifying expression.

"Um... ah, wait, that..."

The drunk magician collapsed to the ground, wriggling on the ground like a loach.

...The banquet has just begun, how much did this person drink?How unpromising must be to drink like this?

Even if the wine at Iseruma's house is good, it doesn't cost money... This would be too ugly.

The surrounding magicians looked at the guy blocking the road with disgust, and suddenly lost interest, and took a few steps back as if avoiding the dirtiest filth in the world.

The two groups of people who had just gathered glanced at each other, took a deep breath, and turned away as if they hadn't seen each other.Whether aristocratic or democratic, magicians are proud and think highly of themselves.

Only this point will not change because of the position.

"Well, they've left."

El-Melloi II frowned, and said coldly to the young man lying on the ground, "You can get up."

"Okay, okay... hiccup."

He let out a big, loud belch and got up tremblingly from the ground. The strong smell of wine drove the last few magicians away smoothly.Immediately, the young man propped his trembling hands on the nearby table, and the plate on the table that was smashed with too much force suddenly shook, making a loud crashing sound.

His hand probably didn't support the corner of the table, the heel of his palm slipped, and his whole arm suddenly swung forward, knocking over the glasses of red wine on the table one by one.

—However, the seven or eight goblets that were overturned did not soak his arms.Those tilted wine glasses were fixed in the air at an exaggerated angle like a freeze frame, and one of them even turned upside down without spilling the crimson wine.