Mikael was silent. This is not a simple question, but represents the current attitude of the Clock Tower towards the development of [Spiritual Tomb] Albion. The democratic faction presided over the intensification of development of Albion, so that
More spells are used by magicians, including those of the new generation, who are trying their best to reach the source in this century.
The aristocratic faction is just the opposite. They refuse to allocate precious spells to the new generation of magicians. Even if some of them do have real talents and fantastic ideas, most of them are just a waste of the few resources.
.
Even at this moment, the mystery is still fading, and the possibility of the magician reaching the source is decreasing every minute. It can be said that it is as tiny as dust.
If you still want to continue to pursue the root cause, it is impossible to conduct research at home. You can only resort to dangerous tactics, and using the power of the clock tower to promote the redevelopment of Tomb Albion is indeed very courageous.
But these have nothing to do with Mikael. Reaching the root is too boring for him. In a few years, it doesn’t even need to be a few years. If he wants to, he can even go in and out of the root at will, but then
It's a bit too punishing.
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"Of course I see with my eyes."
Mikael showed an impeccable standard aristocratic smile, thought for a moment, and then gave his answer,
"Time is the only criterion for testing truth. As leaders, we should witness the development of the clock tower with our own eyes before making decisions carefully."
"Hahaha, Lord Animusfia, your answer is really interesting, like a napping lion."
Monarch Trembario suddenly burst into laughter and praised him in this way. His eyes were bright, but there was a dark light flashing through them.
"...The Lord of Animusfia...is no sleeping lion...McDanell."
A gloomy voice interrupted the words of Lord Trembario, and with the dull collision of his cane and the ground, a stooped and thin old man slowly walked over.
"The new twentieth ancestor of the Dead Apostles [The Fool]...the monarch of our aristocratic faction...I don't think he will be...a napping lion."
The intermittent voice, coupled with the old man's shaky appearance, looks like he will die at any time, but he has been like this since a hundred years ago, maintaining this superposition of "seemingly dead but not alive".
In Mikael's eyes, one could see the unusually rich [Aura of Death] surrounding the old man. If all was released, at least half of London could be turned into a dead zone.
"It's just a joke. Well, if you don't like it, just forget it."
Monarch Trembario shrugged, making people worry whether his burly muscles would burst his clothes.
"I still have some things to do, so let's decide to see each other again."
"Ai Ge, please go down there and take a walk first. I'll go find you after the decision is made."
Mikael suddenly spoke, then looked at the coachman who had been silent and quietly following them, and warned,
"Alpha, I leave Ai Ge's safety to you."
"As you command, Lord Mikael."
The driver bowed slightly, wearing a silver mask on his face. The curved lines painted on it were constantly moving, forming completely different expressions.
"Mikael-kun, you have to go as fast as possible. Don't make me wait too long."
Although he didn't know why Mikael allowed him to leave temporarily, it probably had something to do with the old man who had just come over. Thinking of this, Shajo Aige couldn't help but look at the monarch Yulipis, with no trace of displeasure on his face.
"It won't take long, I promise."
Mikael subconsciously blocked the sight of Sajo Aige with his body. Although the monarch Yulipis was indeed a very strong magician, he still couldn't see enough in front of Sajo Aige who was connected to the root. If she wanted to
, it only takes one look to kill the Lord Uliphis.
It's just that Lord Uliphis can't die yet, at least not yet. It's not the time to clean up the clock tower. The feeble struggle of these people still has the value of pleasing him.
"I believe Mikael-kun."
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"Mikael, are you sure...to marry such an...ordinary...magician? As a noble...you should not...waste your...noble blood like this."
The old man narrowed his eyes slightly and watched Sha Tiao Ai Ge's leaving figure. He had no idea that he had wandered around the gates of hell.
He gently bent his fingers and tapped on the cane inlaid with a large ruby. At the same time, the gemstone ring on his finger that looked like a dead branch also gave off a dazzling light.
"If you don't mind..., my daughters..."
"Sorry, Rufraius, thank you for your kindness, but I am a free loveist, and this is also Animusfia's business."
Mikael spoke unceremoniously and interrupted the words of Lord Uliphis. Among the aristocratic factions, Uliphis was the one who followed Bartholomew unswervingly. Lord Uliphis himself
He is a deep-rooted supporter of noble blood.
"That's really...a pity..."
Lord Uliphis sighed softly. If possible, he really wanted to marry one of his daughters to Michael. After all, the biggest role of those daughters was political marriage.
The successful case of El-Melloi allowed him to find a new way to integrate the aristocratic factions. As long as Animusfia and El-Melloi can truly join in, even if Tremberio and
The coalition of Baru Yerreita can also be forcibly defeated and the democratic faction will be completely destroyed.
"But... having said that, things about our ancestors... it's a pity that although the old man... has only met... Marisbili a few times, he... is definitely a nobleman who does not deserve the name of a monarch..."
"I didn't expect that Rufreus would have such a high opinion of my poor apprentice. As a teacher, I am really happy."
"Are you actually... your apprentice?"
Lord Uliphis pondered for a moment and seemed to have figured out something, with a look of realization on his face.
"In this case... it makes sense."
"Although Bartholomew is the leader of the aristocratic faction, this is Animusfia's matter after all, so he used this as an excuse to hold a title decision without authorization."
Mikael narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the monarch Yulipis in front of him.
"I think you understand what I mean?"
"So... this time, whether you... return to the Clock Tower or take over as the ancestor of the Dead Apostles... the monarch of Animusfia, our king... you will all hold... a default attitude.
"
Lord Uliphis couldn't help but avoid Mikael's serious gaze, which contained something that made him shudder, as if he could erase himself from the world with a single thought.
"Not enough, these are not enough."
"Greed...is the original sin, whether for...human beings or Dead Apostles..."
"All you have to do is tell that old guy in Bartholomew. The decision is in his hands."