The Lynault family is destined to be expelled, but different methods of expulsion will bring completely different results. Since the Lynault family took the initiative to launch an attack on the Legal Affairs Department and was expelled, the monarch, Uliphis, wanted to help Babar.
The trap prepared by Ruyeletta completely lost its effect and turned into a useless effort.
However, with the city of Lord Uliphis, he was not incapable of being furious in the face of the established facts, but the wrinkled face that kept twitching still showed that he was not at peace in his heart.
As the monarchs voted, as expected, the proposal to reduce the share of the supply of cursed bodies of the new generation was rejected. This time, the neutralist faction who upheld a balanced attitude also voted against it. It is not that the development of the new generation is closely related to them.
, but if the aristocratic faction gets more shares of the curse body, the strength of the clock tower will not maintain the current balance.
"If...that's the case, this crown decision...should also come to an end..."
Although he was very unwilling to do so, the monarch Uliphis still accepted the reality of defeat. In other words, the struggle with the democratic factions would most of the time end in this chaotic ending, with no victory or defeat.
As the monarchs gradually retreated, he called to Mikael, who was the last to leave.
"Mikael, [Moon Elixir] should not appear in the Clock Tower again, no matter what the reason is."
Lord Ulyphes leaned on his cane with both hands, stared at Mikael with his cloudy eyes, and warned in a gloomy voice.
"If it's about the [Elixir of the Moon], Rufreus, you should go find Ottenrosche. After all, it's him who signed the contract with the Clock Tower, isn't it?"
Mikael shrugged, pretending to be helpless, and then walked out.
"I still have an appointment, so I don't have much time to spend here. If you have something to do, we can talk about it later."
"You should... understand what I mean."
The voice of Rufreus, the monarch Uliphis, became increasingly gloomy, and the invisible aura of death slowly escaped from his body, causing the surrounding temperature to drop a bit.
"oh--?"
Michael stopped in front of the door and turned his head. Ice-blue magic flames swayed in his eyes. A light band like an aurora appeared in the surrounding air, which was a symbol of the extreme activation of magic particles.
Destroy the aura of death emanating from Rufreus.
"I don't quite understand. I hope Rufreus can give me a detailed explanation."
Feeling an aura that was not inferior to him at all, and even surpassed him, Rufraius realized that the Mikael in front of him was no longer the insignificant opening magician before, but the new leader of the Dead Apostles.
The twentieth ancestor, Lord Animusfia, has equal qualifications to talk to him in terms of status and strength.
"It is our responsibility to maintain the stability of the magic world."
"Well, I agree with this very much."
The magic flame in Mikael's eyes gradually extinguished, and the extremely active magic particles became ordinary again, returning to the appearance of the polite young man.
"But it's a pity that it's Ulypheus's grand order, not Animusfia's."
Before he finished speaking, he turned around and disappeared into the darkness outside the Dragon's Heart, disappearing from Rufreus' sight.
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"This time it is really dangerous. To use an Eastern saying, it is called [a wise man will make a mistake after thinking a lot], isn't it?"
Through the window of the carriage, you can see the night view of London that is rapidly retreating outside. As the capital of a developed country, London can also be called an alternative city that never sleeps. Naturally, there will be no shortage of fascinating scenery, but it is obvious that Enola did not care.
These.
Her eyes were fixed on the crow standing at the edge of the window, and her words revealed a bit of emotion.
"Everyone makes mistakes, even you, Enola."
The crow tilted its head slightly, opened and closed its beak, and the sound it made was a soft male voice with a chuckle.
"Yeah, so I made a mistake this time."
Enola leaned on the soft cushion and took out the Johnnie Walker at the right temperature from the small refrigerator on the wall. She looked at the amber translucent wine in the glass. She shook it slightly, and the ice cubes were in contact with the inner wall of the glass.
They collide and make a crisp sound.
"So do you need a drink, [Fool]"
"Thank you for your kindness, but crows can't taste whiskey."
The crow possessed by Mikael shook his head, "The deal has been reached, you just need to remember your promise."
"Baruyereta is not a person who breaks his word, but I am very curious, are you the [Fool] or the Lord Animusfia?"
"There is no conflict between these two identities. I am both the [Fool] and the monarch Animusfia."
Mikael calmly replied to Inolai's question.
"Really?"
Inolai was noncommittal about what he said.
"Do you know what the deal is?"
"The circulation of the concept of [value], the mysterious exchange, this process is [transaction]."
Without hesitation, Enolai spoke of the concept of "transaction" in the occult sense.
"No, Enola, you are wrong."
Unexpectedly, Mikael denied Enolai's statement, although this is a commonly recognized concept of "transaction" in the magic world.
"The essence of trading is to obtain greater benefits."
"So, you are not willing to betray the aristocratic faction this time. What kind of great benefits do you want to get from Baru Yerreta?"
"It's not great, but at least it won't make a loss."
The crow that Mikael leaned over shook its body, flapped its wings, flew out of the window, and then hovered over the carriage.
"This bottle of [Elixir of the Moon] is just a friendly gift. As for how to use it, I think you should already have a goal, Enola."
The crow let out a hoarse cry of "quacking" and then disappeared into the cold forest made of steel and concrete. On the coffee table of the carriage, the potion as rich as blood exuded a coquettish glow in the moonlight.
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"Things seem to be going well, but that old woman Enola won't just let it go. She must be thinking behind the scenes how to get rid of me once and for all."
Withdrawing a ray of soul attached to the crow, Mikael curled his lips, and he had a clear understanding of the little thoughts of Lord Balueretta.
"If you think she is troublesome, how about asking your subordinates to deal with it once and for all?"
The shadow beneath him squirmed, and the ethereal human figure floated in mid-air, like smoke that would dissipate at any time.
"She's not qualified enough to cause me trouble, and watching her struggle in vain will only make me feel more interesting. There are not many interesting toys like this, and my stupid apprentice is one of them."
Mikael waved his hand, and then couldn't help but sigh. In fact, he lied to Enola in the end. The essence of the transaction was not the so-called "for greater interests", but the transaction with Enola would make the clock tick.
Tower becomes more interesting, he likes interesting things.
And the so-called "great benefits" are just one of the trophies that can be obtained casually.
"Will leaving that bottle of [Elixir of the Moon] create trouble for you, sir?"
"Of course not. You have to know that betrayed allies are often more infuriating than aggressive enemies. This is human nature, my shadow. Although Enola is an extremely skilled politician, she is still a human being.
"
Mikael talked to the shadow and raised his left wrist at the same time. The communication bracelet flashed red light. This was news from Chaldea, the highest level of news.
"The trial version of the spirit transfer device has actually been completed."
After reading the content of the message, the smile on his face grew stronger.
"Good things come in pairs. It seems like today is really my lucky day."