The boss in the chat group?I pretend!

"As for whether it is fair to other magicians, there is no need to care about it... After all, it is enough for us to be the only ones who are close to the mystery."

The sovereign Ulyphus made such an opinion.

As a matter of course, he didn't pay any attention to other magi.

This is the theory of aristocracy.

"Are you serious?" Sovereign Tranberio raised his eyebrows and looked at Sovereign Uriffes, not questioning, but asking for such an opinion.

Yes, even the democratic Tramberio is no different from Uriphus in this respect.

The attitude towards the new generation of magicians is very clear, and it is just a compromise that has to be made due to the lack of labor force due to the change of the times.

Sovereign Uriffes smiled lightly.

"if not?"

Monarch Tranberio looked at the representative of the Law and Political Department.

Barthumello's agent nodded slightly.

"Then so be it."

Although aristocracy and democrats have always been in opposition, at this moment they rarely reached a unified camp.

Because the conflict between the democrats and the aristocrats is actually a very simple thing if it is explained.

That is the struggle for power and resources.

This is a necessary means to bring myself and others closer to the mystery.

But in the face of a crisis like mysterious demise, all of these can be compromised.

If the mystery really disappears, then everything they do will be meaningless, and the reason for the existence of magicians is to pursue mystery.

All power, money and power are working towards this direction.

Once they get rid of the crucial thing of mystery, then everything is meaningless to them.

"If you have to say something, Monarch Animsfia, I remember that you seem to have hired a magician from the outside world as a lecturer recently?"

Lord Urifis taunted Lord Animsphia like this.

As far as aristocrats are concerned, they attach great importance to bloodlines and look down on such bastards whose bloodlines are not pure enough.

He even thought that this kind of bastard was not worthy of learning such mysteries as magic.

A bastard like this should be shivering in the corner, and it is enough to be able to contact the mysterious nobles like them.

"The clock tower is not something that cats and dogs can enter, like this kind of wild magician..."

"Monarch Uriffes, this is the crown decision, not a place for you to express your dissatisfaction here." Monarch Baru Yereta tapped on the table lightly and said lightly.

"Ah."

After a cold snort, the monarch Uriffes closed his mouth.

At this time, the headmaster of the clock tower suddenly spoke.

"Can you tell me the name of the magician you hired?"

Monarch Animsfia was taken aback for a moment, and then replied subconsciously.

"Crowley, Edward Crawley."

The Dean of the Clock Tower nodded thoughtfully.

"Is that Crowley?"

Monarch Animsfia asked suspiciously, "Do you know the dean?"

"It's acquaintance."

The words of the headmaster of the clock tower caused some surprised expressions on the faces of the other monarchs.

There is a high probability that the person who can make the head of the clock tower of the clock tower care about it will not be a simple person.

The monarch, Animsfia, was thoughtful.

If Lin Guang is someone related to the dean of the clock tower, then some things can be explained.

Assuming that Crowley's magic is taught by the head of the clock tower, then the opponent's powerful magic is not incomprehensible.

After all, the person in front of me is an old antique who has lived from the Age of Gods to modern times. The strength of the other party may have surpassed the level of the Crown Magician. Apart from the Marshal of the Demon Dao, there is probably no one in this world who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him .

This made the expression of Monarch Uriffes a bit ugly.

But Barthemelo's agent said lightly after watching all this.

"In that case, let's start voting."

"A decision on whether to reduce the resources of the new generation and limit the magicians of the new generation."

Soon, under the joint resolution of more than a dozen monarchs, all of them cast their votes unanimously, and even people who disliked each other no matter how much they disliked each other, reached a unanimous decision at this moment.

A moment later, the unanimous decision result was shown in front of everyone. This decision was fully passed under the will of the monarchs of the twelve subjects.

Looking at the result, Barthemero's agent looked at the monarchs of the twelve divisions and said calmly.

"In that case, the decision was passed unanimously."

"Everyone, go back and make your own preparations. I will leave the redistribution of resources and the psychological work of the new generation of magicians to you. I hope you will not let each other down."

"Then, the meeting is over."

………………

After all the monarchs left one by one, the headmaster of the clock tower who watched all this whispered.

"Smash all the mysteries, light up the stars of mankind, and return a world where everyone can live as a matter of course? What does Teacher Solomon's prophecy indicate? Edward Crowley, who are you..."

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ps: These two sentences from Fat Director really made me refresh the lower limit of the dishes of the clock tower

Although I have already gotten used to the food of the clock tower, but looking at this awesome king of the twelve subjects really makes me laugh to death. Can the clock tower be more embarrassing?This is even more embarrassing than being wiped out by three servants in Chapter 4. Back then, it was a first-class Heroic Spirit who could be washed. However, this one was hit to death by a door. I really can’t wash

Chapter 89 Black Round Table·Eternal Tribulation and Thoughts about Chaldea and Academy City

Not long after the crowning decision was over, in the classroom of a certain department of the Astronomy Department, some ulterior things were reached with the monarch Animsfia.

Looking at Lin Guang who bid farewell to Animsfia, he was sitting on the sofa beside him wearing a black vest and golden pickup, laughing up to the sky, as if he had seen something very tax-evading.

"I have to say 'miscellaneous repair (principal)' you really made me laugh out loud, hahahaha!!!"

The blond young man in a black vest clutched his stomach and laughed, which made Lin Guang feel helpless.

At this time, Gympika exudes the breath of tax evasion all over his body.

Even though he didn't have that kind of thought, it didn't prevent the assimilation of a certain Erbi Flash from being a little bit too high, so Mr. Jin couldn't control his happy mood at all.

"Can't you restrain yourself?"

"Hahahahaha, what are you talking about? Miscellaneous repair."

"Gilgamesh's self-awareness is too strong, or the secondary level is too high, so that this king can't control himself at all."

"Who made this king's setting be like this, no matter what kind of will you can't change the memory imprinted in this king's body that is imprinted in DNA."

The youth, it should be said that Gilgamesh played by Lin Guang's trumpet clutched his stomach and laughed.

"Hahahahaha!!!"

Lin Guang looked at Gilgamesh speechlessly, expressing that he had nothing to say.

Should it be said that it is fortunate that he did not go into battle in person?

Otherwise, I would be like Gilgamesh, and I would say three words without leaving the mouth of the miscellaneous monk.

But the laughter that seems to be engraved in DNA is indeed very magical.

"Yo, holy sword envoy, this king is finally alive, it's unexpected."

Gilgamesh greeted Arthur with a hand outstretched.

This made Arthur feel a little helpless.

"I really didn't expect that."

"It can only be said that it is the fault of that miscellaneous cultivator of the deity. Anyway, I remember all those strange speeches."

He looked at Gilgamesh, who had a strange look of joy in his eyes.

Even though Lin Guang knew that the spiritual foundation he had pinched had no difference in job description, he couldn't help but feel that this guy might not be mostly black mud.

"Excuse me, isn't it part of your nature that this king tends to black mud?"

"The so-called human beings like to use such reasons to cover up their true inner thoughts."

The corner of Lin Guang's mouth twitched slightly, looking at the very unbeaten Gilgamesh in front of him, and sighed helplessly.

"Kimpika, no one will think you are dumb if you don't speak."

"Heh! Miscellaneous cultivator! Even if it is the king himself, you should feel a great honor to be able to listen to the jade voice of the king. This is a treasure worth remembering for a lifetime."

"..."

As an elegant literati, he said he did not want to swear.

After sighing helplessly, Lin Guang rubbed his temples and said slowly.

"Let's talk about the boring topic later, what about that, are you ready?"

Gilgamesh raised an eyebrow.

"Of course that kind of thing is ready, and the prototype of almost all treasures in this world is stored in the capital of Babylon, but are you sure you really want to do everything Aleister did?"

Lin Guang looked at Gilgamesh with a calm expression on his face.

"Why not? The mystery of this world has come to an end, and there is no point in maintaining such an order. Both Solomon and you should understand this."

"If the era they are looking forward to continues like this, it will not come at all. Only when the mysterious era is completely ended, can humans in this world have hope and a future."

"Although I like mystery more than anyone else, is such a mystery necessary?"

Gilgamesh put his hands in his pockets and smiled.

"It's unexpected that a miscellaneous cultivator like you can say such a thing. Is it the influence of Aleister?"

Lin Guang looked at Gilgamesh with a gloomy expression.

"Shut up! Kim Picka! No one will think you are dumb if you don't speak! Don't forget that I used to be a psychiatrist."

Gilgamesh shrugged.

"I can't help it. This king has this character. It's not like you don't know that even if this king sees this king, he won't be amiable. This cheap mouth is something that is imprinted deep in the soul."

Lin Guang's mouth twitched slightly.

Is this the oldest technique?

Even if he knew that it was him, Lin Guang still wanted to tear the other person's mouth apart.

Resisting the urge to slap Gilgamesh, Lin Guang stretched out a hand and said to Gilgamesh.

"Bring it."

"Stupid miscellaneous cultivator, if you are willing to worship at the feet of this king and repent for your previous sins, it is not impossible for this king to forgive your rude behavior. Come on, kneel at the feet of the King of Vientiane!"

"...less nonsense."

After going through such a farce, although Gilgamesh refused to admit it, his body still handed over the holy relic in his treasury very honestly.

After weighing the holy relic in his hand, Lin Guang smiled.

"That way the plan can get off the ground."

Gilgamesh raised his eyebrows and said, "You mean the dog-eat-dog plan?"

Lin Guang smiled.