An Infinite Journey From the Sea of ​​Stones

Danic clenched the scepter tightly, while Leuriel, who was lifted up, just turned his head slightly and glanced at him.Sir House, who had been neglected all this time, finally couldn't bear it anymore, and said loudly

"Wait a minute, if you can stop them, those who are threatened, they are very important people..."

In exchange for House's words, only the indifferent and even sarcastic eyes of the magicians

Big shot?What does a so-called great man to the mundane mean to magicians?Even the president of the lighthouse is worth zero in the eyes of magicians.

It's nothing to lose a group of such so-called 'upper classes', their descendants, their relatives, and their side will soon make up for new ones.These so-called powerful figures are also one of the least valuable things in human society.

"You have to learn to get used to it." Darnic looked at Sir House and said with a chuckle

"Our approach is different from the clock tower, we are not so conservative, um, you understand?"

Sir House shivered all over his body, staring at Dunik with wide eyes, but realizing what they were going to do, he couldn't leave this room anymore.

The bones around him suddenly began to twist slowly, warping towards the inside at an extremely slow but irreversible speed.He wailed and fell to the ground, his limbs stretched back inconceivably at opposite angles, and finally his whole body became a ball!

There was only the cold laughter of the magicians in the room, until the sad figure shrank into a ball amidst the wailing and died miserably.

"Then this is your business."

After watching all this indifferently, Leuriel just picked up his hat and said goodbye in a flat voice, and the old man Alanz who brought Sir House also followed indifferently.

Gold gestured to Danik, but the latter refused with a smile.Lei Ruier is still useful, and his Harvey family is still useful.

When they really ruled everything from the dark side to the front, they always needed a puppet and a shepherd dog to maintain the surface.

"We're going to fly to New York tonight."

In the quiet and slender corridor, Lei Ruier walked unhurriedly, tapping the cane lightly on the ground

"The prophecy of the lady in Guanbuzi City is really accurate." Alanz followed behind Leiruel and said lightly

"So the next step is to give up the 'round table'?"

"Ah, the round table is irrelevant." Lei Ruier said lightly, as if what he lost was not a huge organization that had been in control for 300 years.

"Whether it's the old nobles or the so-called magic families who don't know anything, especially those idiots of the Thousand Worlds Tree, take this opportunity and let them play tricks."

Now most of the ancient magic families in Europe who intend to replace the clock tower have gathered in London. They emptied Lerael, controlled the huge round table, took away the legacy of the clock tower, and thought they were the clock tower successor.

But this seemed extremely ridiculous to Lei Ruier.

The truly valuable property of the Clock Tower has long been transferred away by those monarchs. Today's Wandering Sea and Atlas Courtyard are the gathering places for the remaining power of the Clock Tower, and even if the remnants are transferred out, they are nothing at all. What.

They thought the Clock Tower was destroyed, but what was destroyed was only a name.What does the clock tower mean?He means impartiality to Western magicians, absolute authority in Western magic circles, and even more unshakable 'orthodoxy'.

It's not about power, it's about politics!Even magicians still cannot get rid of the characteristics of social animals. Where there are people, there must be rivers and lakes.

So what if they took the Clocktower's name?Will the Thousand Worlds Tree and those unknown magic nobles unite to replace the clock tower and become 'orthodox'?

And...something like a magician should have been swept into the garbage and dust of history long ago!

"They thought they were still dealing with something they could understand and master, and they thought their residual magic would protect them."

The rapid churning of the propellers brought by the helicopter brought a gust of wind. Lei Ruier walked onto the helicopter with a cold face, looked at the dark clock tower imitating Big Ben, and narrowed his eyes

But unfortunately, the next thing is war.

Go back to America, go back to prepare everything, go back to prepare for war!