She calmly picked up the piece of cloth beside her and wiped it, saying, "What's the general situation?" "Hey, Lord Elrod has approved your proposal and responded, saying he is willing to stand with you." Hearing her teacher's question, the young woman in uniform who ruled the entire patent department actually felt a little nervous. She said quickly, "The attitude of the aristocratic group is unclear. Euripides, Archelot and others have not made any corresponding actions. They don't seem to be very interested." "Where's Barthemelo?" the old woman suddenly interrupted calmly. She didn't care much about the so-called aristocratic group. Although the aristocratic group was now very powerful and its influence was growing, causing many people to always think of Uriphis first when doing things, and they also had to consider Uriphis's ideas, but this was not what she wanted to know. As for the matter of doing things, let the people who do the things decide it. As Baruyereta, who is known as one of the three giants even in the entire magician apex, what Inole needs to consider and be wary of most are the ideas of the other two "apexs", Tranberio and... Barthelmero. "The Dean's Assistant... well, the Dean's Assistant has not made any statement as usual." "Not only her, the entire Political and Legal Affairs Department has been busy with invitations and entry applications from magicians from all over the country, and there is no news..." She hesitated for a moment, then suddenly said, "However, the Dean has opened up the authority of the Political and Legal Affairs Department, allowing the monarchs to review the data of magicians in the Clock Tower in recent years..."
"Ok?" The old woman uttered a sigh and raised her head. The light reflected on the mirror blocked her deep eyes. "Information?" "Yes, because of the reasons on the Church's side... they seem to be quite certain that the newly born ancestor of the Dead Apostles is the magician of our Clock Tower." "The magician of the clock tower...I see. That's quite interesting. I guess the other guys are also quite interested in that mysterious ancestor." The old woman thought for a moment, nodded calmly, and lowered her head again, scanning the documents in her hand while saying, "What are the results of the investigation?" "No results yet." Hearing this, the young woman lowered her head and said softly, "After all, there are quite a few magicians who go missing every year, but..." "The people in the Political Science and Law Department said that six of the new students who were originally scheduled to study this year have not yet reported. The people in the church seem to be paying special attention to this." "New student... heh." The old woman lowered her head to look at the book and said calmly, "Thank you for your hard work." "Ah, that's not the case. Teacher, if you don't have anything else to say, I'll leave first." The young woman bowed slightly and was about to leave, but suddenly thought of something and couldn't help but turned back and said, "Teacher, if that new ancestor is really a student of our Clock Tower..." "That only means that we at the Clock Tower have lost another genius." Hearing this, the old woman didn't even raise her head, but just chuckled and said faintly. …… After her students left, Inole raised her head again. She frowned slightly, shook the book lightly, and a trace of quicksand flowed out of the book. Inola looked at the quicksand, thought for a moment, and said, "Go remind Elrod to pay attention to the movements of the magicians under the Barthelmero faction, especially those in the Magic Corps." After a while, the quiet quicksand began to move slowly and slowly turned into a line of English. "You suspect Barthelmero has ideas?" "For so many years, I have never doubted her fair style as the dean." Hearing this, Inolai first calmly denied it, and then suddenly changed the subject: "Speaking of which, this incident is a big deal, but so far, a troublesome busybody has not appeared. Don't you think it's strange?" The text quickly twisted and a name emerged. "Zelrich?"
There was a long silence. Finally, the quicksand slowly dissipated, leaving only a faint trace. "understood." "I have never doubted the fairness of the Barthomello family, but I have also never doubted... the Barthomello family's dedication to exterminating the Dead Apostles." …… "Barcelona, you should be familiar with this name." In Berlin, Germany, Victor was sitting at the table with his eldest daughter, her husband and her dog, holding a cup of coffee and chuckling. He looked out the window. In this international metropolis, the once bustling streets had suddenly become empty and solemn. The wandering passers-by had long disappeared, replaced by the pitch-black tones that covered the ground in the dusk. A black high-necked windbreaker, mixed with respect, or perhaps hostile eyes. At some point, countless dead apostles in this city began to take to the streets. Dark clouds also floated in the sky. The shadow began to completely engulf the land. Even the light seemed to begin to avoid it. Silence, brewing uneasiness. Victor withdrew his gaze. They were now in a cafe, having a conversation. Outside is the famous Alexanderplatz, which is usually one of the most lively places for nightlife for ordinary people. However, now... All that’s missing is a small black flag on the top of the statue. "The struggle in Germany looks more serious than I thought." How can the White Winged Duke be a Death Eater? He is almost becoming Grindelwald, the leader of the Death Eaters. Victor took a sip of coffee and complained inwardly, while looking at Altluchi who looked a little unhappy across from him. "Of course I know Bartmelo." Artelucci snorted in dissatisfaction. Barthelmero is an enemy that all the Dead Apostles are troubled by. It is not only because the surname Barthelmero itself is powerful, but also because there is some unknown disease in this family. Basically, every generation has a pathological desire to eliminate the Dead Apostles engraved in their bones. If you don’t know, you might think it’s their title designation. "Then do you know that since inheriting the position of Patriarch, this Barthelmero Lorelei has participated in dozens of crown resolutions, but has never cast a single vote?" "Huh? What do you mean?" Altluchi showed a puzzled expression, she moved her ears and looked like she was listening carefully. Victor didn't keep the secret and said directly, "Your Highness should not have paid attention to these things before. For example, although the Grand Master Resolution is theoretically a top meeting of the entire Magic Association and the three major forces to check and balance each other, in reality, the Wandering Sea has always been reclusive and rejected the modern magic base. It has long since turned its back on the secular world." Well, it would be a bit of an exaggeration to say that they abandoned me. It should be said that they were too lazy to care. "The Atlas Academy is okay, but its focus is not on this. Although it will send people to participate in the crown decision, it is more like to maintain the enthusiasm for external exchanges rather than participate in it." "So?" Artluqi tilted her head.
"So the current magic world is basically dominated by the Clock Tower, and the same is true for the Grand Title Decision." As we all know, the entire world does not include the mainland, so the Spiral Pavilion and the like are not included. "As for Barthelmero, among the twelve famous families in the Clock Tower, they have almost always served as assistants to the dean. In order to maintain their own impartiality, they often do not participate in voting, whether it is the monarch meeting or the crown resolution—" "but." Victor crossed his legs and looked at a passerby walking outside the floor-to-ceiling window, his eyes following him into the distance. "Not participating in the vote does not mean they have no right to vote, and abstentions over the generations do not mean they have completely lost the right to vote." "At least this allows them to accumulate absolute authority and... adjudication power." Among the twelve famous families, there are two major factions whose votes are almost always abstentions, one is Barthelmero, and the other is the famous astronomical monarch, Animusphia. Among them, the Animusphia family not only rarely voted in history, but also rarely made proposals. However, once a resolution or vote was proposed, it inevitably meant that the matter involved something "extremely important", even comparable to the "survival of the century", and it was almost immediately passed unanimously, achieving a single vote of decision-making power in another sense. Barthemero put himself in the position of a judge and exchanged the so-called voting rights for the power of judgment. Of course, in principle, judges must be fair and objective. But...what no one can deny is that if one day the judge decides to personally take action - even the magician who disagrees will have to consider Zheng Zhi's attitude! "Although most magicians still do not want to intervene, if Barthelmero decides to cooperate with the church and start this war, then..." "hehe." Victor smiled, stood up and said, "Prince White Wing is well aware of this." "Besides, he has fought against Bartomero more than once or twice." "Cheer up, Your Highness." "Although I know you hate White Winged Man, you should like black very much, right?" Victor smiled and pointed outside. Since he met Altluqi, Victor had never seen Altluqi wear clothes of other colors. She always wore a black miniskirt and a black dress. Even her covered pupils were usually dark and deep. Although, it is also possible that, like Aozaki Touko, he is so obsessed with the color engraved in his title because of some kind of inferiority complex, but no matter what. "Look, this is what we are going to do next, and this is what you are going to do." "This place has become like this because of us." "Aren't you proud?" Victor snapped his fingers lightly, and a piece of black canvas on the square outside broke instantly and was blown into the sky by the wind. “When you take to the streets, the whole city will be flying black flags.” "All the dead apostles will be watching you, shouting your name enthusiastically." He turned and leaned forward gently, like a knight. "This city will be dyed black because of you, Your Highness."
"..." Artluqi was stunned. She stared blankly at the scenery outside. In the dark yet bright night, the depressing scene somehow gave off a grand epic feeling in the other party's low voice. After a while, she suddenly came to her senses, looked at the person in front of her with amusement and said, "But it is only temporary after all." However, the man was serious: "Then try to make it permanent." "Your Highness, the next thing you need to do is to announce this news." "The Dead Apostles Resolution is about to begin." …… "Lord White Wing, in the name of himself and Heiji Altruci, has issued a declaration to all the Dead Apostles in the world, stating that they will hold public negotiations in Berlin to discuss an alliance, and have also issued a joint invitation to most of the 27 Dead Apostles who are still alive, hoping that they will participate and witness it." Barthemelo received the news early the next morning. Just one day before the crown decision was about to begin. Several cardinals of the church could not sleep at night, so they went straight to Barthelmero early in the morning and convened an emergency monarch meeting. Although such matters could be brought up for discussion at the Grand Decision, if they were not prepared in advance, the chances of reaching a reasonable resolution would be greatly reduced. "They called this meeting the Dead Apostles Resolution, and the one who represented Altuluchi in the negotiations was..." The cardinal who was the first to receive the news and was invited to enter the monarch's conference hall as an exception stood outside the long table, looking at the twelve faces with different expressions, sighed and said in a deep voice: "Magician Leviathan——" …… The capital of Germany, Berlin. Just like in London, England, during the Champion Decision period, all the Dead Apostles and Fallen Magicians dispersed and disappeared without a trace, in Berlin, which was far away, during this period when a large number of Dead Apostles swarmed in, the last bit of "justice" finally couldn't stand the pressure. Under the watchful eyes of endless Dead Apostles, the Popes chose to evacuate and blocked the door of the church. The remaining factions of magicians either simply left Germany or temporarily put on black windbreakers and marked the doors of their houses with runes of Nordic magic. No matter if it looked like the real thing or not, it at least showed their attitude. The wind of oppression blew across Germany. "Magician Leviathan... this name, huh, really is..." In London, a family head smacked his lips while looking at the newspaper in his hand, and could not help but asked in shock: "Provocation?" Most people know that the name Leviathan represents a twisted, all-devouring whale-like mythical creature. But they don’t know that in the Bible, they were also created by God. Legend has it that God created two monsters, one male and one female, on the sixth day of creation. The female one was Leviathan that dominated the sea, and the male one was Behemoth that dominated the desert. When the end of the world comes, the three monsters Leviathan, Behemoth and Shiz will become sacrifices to the Holy One. However, the new ancestor who named himself Leviathan now declared war on the Lord's believers on behalf of the Dead Apostles.
Next to him, another man wearing a standard windbreaker and a lemon-like slicked-back hair sneered when he heard the words. "Never mind the Leviathan and Leviathan." "At least the title of White Knight can be swept into the dustbin of history from now on." “Hehe…” Kenneth El-Melloi sneered at the new newspaper he took from the other party and threw it away contemptuously: “Magician… Heh.” "Not bad." Chapter 96: White Wing Prince