Chapter 635: Stripping away the crows in Adela City
"What an interesting kid."
Blocking the somewhat frightened Gray behind him, Mikael looked up and down at Sphin, who was constantly twitching his nose. The magical phantom limb that appeared like a beast had exposed his magic system.
If I remember correctly, it should be a system called [Animal Magic], which is very common in the world, but the boy in front of me is different from those ordinary animal magic. His body has been made into a mysterious form.
Carrier.
"I'm sorry, Lord Animusfia."
El-Melloi II stood up, stood in front of Sven, and said respectfully.
Although they are both monarchs in terms of status, he will not naively think that his status is the same as the person in front of him, and every time he sees Mikael, he can't help but think of that Holy Grail War, the Holy Grail War that swallowed up everything.
Gun light.
That feeling was really terrible, but in order to protect his students, he still chose to stand up.
"It's nothing, but I am not qualified to make decisions for my disciples as to whether they should be forgiven. I think you should understand this, Webber Velvet."
Mikael said with a smile, then looked at Gray who was pulling his sleeve beside him, and his tone became softer.
Hearing that familiar yet unfamiliar name, El-Melloi II couldn't help but feel a little dazed. It had been a long time since anyone called him that name. Except for Melvin, everyone regarded him as the monarch El-Melloi.
.
Although everyone knows that they are a temporary monarch, and this title will be returned to the adult Lenis in the future, and they are just a puppet of this title, but in the Clock Tower, this has become synonymous with themselves.
"I am okay……"
Gray said timidly. Although he was startled by the boy, nothing happened in the end. Although the master was very powerful, it was better not to cause him too much trouble.
"Well, thank you for your hard work, Gray."
Mikael seemed to see through what Gray was thinking, nodded slightly, and then reached out to touch her head.
"If that's the case, let's continue eating. I'm sorry for wasting everyone's precious time."
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The breakfast looked very sumptuous, and everyone had their own delicacies in front of them. Mikael and Gray sat unceremoniously at the head seat of the table, while Gula, the acting head of the Ashbourne family,
Instead, Ned sat down below.
It's just that that position was specially reserved for Mikael by Gulanid Ashborn, because no one else was qualified to sit there except him.
Gray looked at the tableware in front of her. Next to the napkin embroidered with the Animusfia family crest, there was freshly baked toast. The boiled eggs were delicately peeled and placed on the silverware.
Pork blood black sausage with baked beans.
In other words, a traditional English breakfast.
In front of Master, it is a mixture of East and West, and the taste is more complex.
Mikael glanced at the breakfast in front of him. The information on these breakfasts came from the Legal Affairs Department, so he could prepare them according to his taste and region of origin. Obviously, the Legal Affairs Department still had a certain understanding of him.
He picked up his fork and picked up a piece of toast. He only tasted a small bite and then put it back.
Although the taste is indeed very good and top-notch, it is not at all to my liking. It should be said that Ai Ge's craftsmanship has completely spoiled his stomach.
Gray didn't care about this. She was born in a remote village and didn't have these problems. For her, this breakfast was an out-and-out delicacy. No matter it was the taste, cooking techniques or ingredients, she couldn't fault it. It could be said that it was
First class level.
She drank a sip of the soda in the cup, further stimulating her appetite. She was so happy to be able to eat such a thing.
Everyone was enjoying breakfast quietly, but Cedric was not among them. Perhaps he realized that he was incompatible with this group of magicians. He rarely went out, and his breakfast was brought into the house by the maid.
Gulanid didn't seem to have anything to do with it. He had tried his best to show his attitude as an older brother to his half-brother who suddenly appeared, and even came to invite him. Unfortunately, the other half didn't seem to appreciate it.
"This is the only level an uneducated bastard can reach."
Orlok sneered, his face looking gloomy, and he did not hide his hostility towards the illegitimate child at all.
"I'm sorry, Lord Orlock. He, he is my brother after all."
A wry smile appeared on Gulanid's face and he shook his head gently, but he quickly suppressed the wry smile.
"Hmph - if you ask me, the bastard should die outside."
Orlock snorted coldly. Others did not participate in this topic. After all, this is also the private matter of the Ashbourne family. As magicians, they knew clearly in their hearts that since the heir did not inherit the family's magic seal
Given his talent, it is natural to change an heir.
Soon everyone continued to enjoy breakfast quietly, but unfortunately not ten minutes had passed, and the quiet time was broken.
"——Can I say something?"
Luvia suddenly spoke.
Everyone raised their heads in unison and looked in Luvia's direction, waiting for her next words.
"Just last night, thanks to the advice of Mr. Lord El-Melloi II, I got some inspiration about us. According to him, it is based on Shemamphorae."
Luvia's words seemed to be like a meteorite, setting off huge waves on the calm lake, and everyone couldn't help but look in the direction of El-Melloi II again.
"If that's the case, I understand. I didn't expect that the old man actually relied on the advice of the young people to think of this level. I'm really ashamed."
Orlok broke the silence and let out a laugh that sounded like an old bellows.
"Such an obvious reminder is written on the metal sign in the room. Is my old friend actually so evil?"
After hearing Orlok's words, the eyes of the remaining magicians flickered.
"——I'm sorry, please allow me to withdraw from the meeting."
Heine suddenly stood up. For such a thing, all he had to do was go back and check his house number.
Every door number is a key to [heritage], and you must protect your own key.
"Ah, then I have to leave. Today's breakfast was indeed very good. Thank you for your hospitality."
Friuga, who had always made himself lacking in presence, also stood up and returned to the room.
Soon everyone left the table, and in the end only Gulanid, Mikael and Gray were left.
"I'm sorry, Lord Animusfia, but today's breakfast is not to your liking?"
Apparently Gulanid also noticed that Mikael just took a bite and stopped eating.
"There is no need to apologize for this, Sir Gulanid. Breakfast was very good."
Mikael smiled, then looked around at the empty seats.
"But isn't what's ahead of us more interesting than breakfast?"
"This is the magician..."
Gulanid pursed his lips. He could already foresee his future.
It should be said that without that qualification, your future has already been determined. No matter how hard you work and how hard you struggle, you can't get rid of this fate.