Chapter 446 Forgetting the Recording Deal with Mikael
"If...that's all, then I will bring your words to our king. I believe...the king will give...his own judgment."
Lord Uliphis hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
"If that's the case, then I don't have any objections. After all, our aristocratic factions are in the same boat, and the death of Marisbili is not only a matter for Animusfia, but also for our aristocratic faction as a whole.
Provocation, I support Bartholomew’s approach.”
"It's just that in the long time since I left the Clock Tower, Albion's appearance seems to have not changed at all. It is still the same as before."
Seeing the stone golem passing by with heavy steps, an unknown smile appeared on Mikael's face. Naturally, this was not the first time for him to come to [Spiritual Tomb] Albion.
It's just that it's been nearly a hundred years since the last time.
Human civilization has advanced by leaps and bounds in the past hundred years, but magicians are still treading water. The lack of progress is often the biggest backwardness.
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Walking down the platform, you can see the southeast corner of the mining city. There is an area about the size of a complete stadium. The magicians are walking through it, meticulously completing the work at hand, not daring to slack off at all. It is precious on the surface of the earth.
The golem is just an ordinary porter here.
Moreover, compared with porters, golems do not need to rest or be paid, making them the most cost-effective labor force. Capitalists will shed tears when they see it.
A heavy machine like a crane hoisted the three-meter-high flask and then tilted it. The solution in the translucent flask was boiling, and the color gradually changed from blue to light purple, with tiny particles suspended in it.
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A wagonload of liquid flows down the track, and there are multiple distillation machines in front of it, each using different methods to add catalysts to the solution to promote the reaction.
It looks like an orderly factory, continuously devouring raw materials and then creating value.
There are not only two such devices, there are more than a dozen within the visible range, and this is only a very small part of the spiritual tomb Albion, showing a prosperity that is completely different from the surface world.
"It seems that Quiglas has not changed at all, he is still as luxurious."
Seeing that after a series of processing and conversion procedures, what started out as a truckload of solution finally turned into a gold nugget not much bigger than a finger, the "luxury" in Mikael's sentence clearly fit the situation.
Although equivalent exchange is a principle of magic, such extravagant use is also the truth of magic. It is not a valuable exchange, but an infinite dilution until it disappears.
Magicians always believe that if they are diluted to the end, fragments of miracles will come, but the reality is that a lot of resources are often wasted in vain, and the results obtained are pitiful.
"Quiglas, the compound factory, this...is our last...hopeful place."
There was a bit of emotion in the voice of Lord Uliphis. As a long-standing magician family that has been given the [Grand Designation], he looks forward to the extension and sustainability of the magic world more than anyone else. Even though he knows it well.
This behavior is meaningless, but for such a meager hope, such luxury must continue.
"So Mcdarnell...that kid's proposal...we are determined...not to pass it. That would be too dangerous. No matter what...we must maintain order at all times...and maintain this magical world."
order.
The intermittent hoarse voice showed the determination of Lord Uliphis, "In order to solve the problem entrusted to the Uliphis family, the stability of the magic world must be maintained." For a long time, in the years that are almost eternity, he
I always come here listening to these words.
Mikael did not comment on the views he held. After all, people's joys and sorrows were not connected to each other. He just felt sorry for the wasted spirit mines.
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The [Dyke] was opened, and the rolling magic power was drawn up. It was completely different from the magic power on the surface and inside Albion. To be precise, it was fundamentally different.
That is the true ether close to the age of gods, a miracle that has long since disappeared in reality and only exists in books and myths.
The dragon's heart, which had stopped beating in ancient times, seems to have regained its vitality and is ready to move, trying to wake up from death.
As magic fills the air, invisible pressure spreads, and those weak magicians cannot even gain a foothold here. The true ether will ruthlessly destroy their magic circuits, along with their bodies.
The cyan light spiraled up like a ribbon, and then led to the deepest place, where was the place where the crown was decided, the former Heart of the Dragon, one of the centers of Albion.
The walls and the ground are made of some kind of black hard material. It is neither metal nor inorganic, but contains some unknown substance containing [mystery]. No matter swords or explosions, they cannot leave the slightest scratch on it.
The dome ceiling gathers the flowing light, which is like a river of stars across the night sky. Moreover, the light is not uniform, so everywhere it flows, it shines with greater brilliance, just like the stars in the galaxy.
The dazzling presence illuminates this dark space, adding a bit of a confusing fairy tale color.
In the center of the hall is a round table of the same unknown material. It has been here since the opening of the Clock Tower. I don't know how many magicians have witnessed it lamenting or raising their glasses of victory.
The participants have all arrived. Taking the round table as the boundary, the democratic seats are on the left, the aristocratic seats are on the right, and the neutral seats are in the middle.
The neutralist faction actually came with an agent this time, which was beyond everyone's expectation. In previous crown decisions, the neutralist faction's absence was a common occurrence. As the third largest force in the Clock Tower, they
He will not express his position easily, but will watch from the sidelines and then bet on the losing side.
This is the unique political stance of neutralist factions. It does not aim at overthrowing any faction, but rather maintains the balance between factions and obtains the benefits they want.
This is also the reason why neither the aristocracy nor the democrats like the centrist faction, but can only choose to ignore it. No one can ensure that they will always have the upper hand, especially in political struggles.
All the monarchs of the democratic faction on the left have arrived.
The Monarch of the Creation Section: Inole Baluyereta Atolohom;
The monarch of all basic subjects: McDaniel Tremberio Elrod.
The aristocratic faction on the right also had all its members present, and Bartholomew, as the leader, habitually sent an agent to serve as the recorder of the resolution.
The Lord of the Seance: Rufreus Nazelay Euliphis;
Monarch of the Ore Division: Kenneth Elmello Archibald;
And the monarch of the Astrology: Mikael Stefan Animsfia himself.
Coupled with the agents of the neutralist faction, the number of monarchs present has far exceeded the minimum standard for convening a crown resolution. It can be said that in recent decades, such a large number of monarchs have rarely been present.
It is almost foreseeable that no matter what the outcome of the crown decision is, there will be a new storm sweeping the entire Clock Tower.