The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

"The gods... are about to return."

The sounds of inhaling rose and fell... but this did not happen. Every nobleman present was well-informed and had already finished inhaling the air the moment they received the information.

The speaker understood this as well, and continued speaking without pausing for long:

"Moreover, their return is irreversible, and you are all intelligent people who understand what this means."

Taking a deep breath, the Speaker scanned the room intently, then fixed his gaze on Keynes and spoke in a deep voice:

"Currently, the Silver Council faces only two paths."

"First, continue to uphold our alignment with humanity, fully support the work of the Watchers, and dedicate all our strength to them, including the lives of you and your offspring."

silence.

The nobles remained silent, deep in thought. The speaker swallowed hard, then, maintaining a facade of calm, spoke:

"And as the speaker, I must remind myself that this path is destined to be full of risks."

"I believe you can all find out how powerful the gods are in your family records. Once we choose this path, we will inevitably become enemies with such beings."

"But compared to the enormous risks, the rewards of this path are not generous enough. Even if humanity ultimately wins, our status will not be able to advance any further. Will the Watchers allow us to gain more power?"

"I believe you all feel the same way about this. In our interactions over the years, the Watchers' intentions have been completely undisguised."

After the speaker finished speaking, he paused for a moment to give the heads of the families time to think, while also observing everyone's expressions and eyes.

Having taken in everyone's reactions, he nodded and continued:

"The second option is to pledge allegiance to extraordinary beings, or rather... to dedicate oneself to the gods."

These words immediately caused a commotion in the hall, but it quickly subsided, and pairs of eyes filled with complex emotions were fixed on the speaker on the high floor.

"First of all, with the gods as our backing, the core members of our family will definitely be protected and will no longer have to worry about their safety."

"We don't even need to fight desperately. We just need to remain inactive when necessary and defend ourselves."

"As for the compensation... I'll just mention one point: after the gods win, they will still act as before, not doing everything themselves. They will need a group of agents in the mortal realm."

With an almost uncontrollable madness gleaming in his eyes, the speaker's voice began to rouse, and he loudly announced:

"When that time comes... the moment for the true revival of the family's glory will truly arrive!"

winter!

He struck the mallet forcefully, his speech quickening:

"I also need to remind everyone of one more thing: once we finally choose the second option, we must act quickly... As heads of families, I believe you are all aware of the huge gap between the first and second place."

"In addition, if we want to join the ranks of extraordinary beings, we must have a sufficiently substantial pledge of allegiance. But there's no need to worry about that; we've already made preparations."

At this point, the Speaker paused for a moment, then subconsciously looked up at the enormous, hollowed-out Eye of Arcane Power sculpture on the dome above his head.

Under the witness of the covenant, nothing here will be noticed by the outside world, not even by the gods!

Taking a deep breath, the speaker's voice trembled, yet also carried a hint of excitement.

"We will offer them a gift they cannot refuse."

Under everyone's watchful eyes, he slowly began to speak.

他 说:

"Spatial Beacon of the City of Watch!"

Chapter 459 Noble Bloodline (Second Update, Merry Christmas)

The speaker's inflammatory and frenzied voice echoed through the vast hall before finally fading away.

The nobles sitting below did not immediately choose sides; they were not easily swayed or misled young people.

They were long past the age of impulsiveness, and everyone could understand the meaning behind the speaker's words.

The Speaker's choice is clear; he is almost blatantly choosing the extraordinary beings. However, this does not mean that everyone should follow the Speaker's decision.

This is the Silver Council, not the Speaker's personal fiefdom.

Nowadays, no speaker has the qualifications or prestige to make others blindly follow them.

After a moment of silence, a middle-aged nobleman with a mustache spoke up and asked:

"I'd like to ask, isn't there a third option? Why must we bet on one side? Can't we just not put all our chips on one side and continue to be neutral?"

His statement received the support of several nobles, who clearly shared the same sentiment.

However, some of the older nobles were not as relaxed as they were, and they all shook their heads silently.

“Duke of Selmo, I understand your doubts and thoughts, and I believe that you are not the only one here who thinks the same way.”

He gave a bitter laugh, his voice filled with regret:

"If I could, I would like to do that too, but unfortunately, we have already been neutral once."

During the Dark Ages, many of the nobles who were the precursors to the Silver Council were a group of neutral parties who did not take sides.

"If you choose to remain neutral this time, believe me, the Silver Council will definitely be purged after the war. No matter which side wins, they will not let us go."

While traitors are certainly despicable, so-called neutral fence-sitters are equally repulsive, especially those with firm stances.

"........."

The middle-aged nobleman with the mustache frowned deeply, but ultimately remained silent, lost in thought.

Does anyone have any further questions?

"I have a question. That pledge of allegiance you mentioned... is it really possible to produce it?"

Staring with a skeptical gaze, the nobleman who spoke up didn't quite believe the pledge of loyalty the speaker had just mentioned.

"Although the City of Watchers is now more of a symbolic city, the Watchers have never given up on protecting and concealing it. Can you really obtain its spatial beacon?"

"You should think this through. If you provide a false beacon to a supernatural being, the consequences will not be as simple as 'just a misunderstanding'."

Upon hearing such questioning, the speaker not only did not get angry, but also breathed a sigh of relief, regained his composure, and nodded:

“I understand your concerns, but regarding your doubts, I must point out one thing: while the City of Watchers has indeed disappeared for a thousand years, it has reappeared recently!”

"At the end of the Star Chaser Tournament hosted by Lady Jaslin, you haven't forgotten what happened, have you? The appearance of the Saints, and... the arrival of the Sky City!"

forget?

Who dares to forget!

That was the first time the behemoth, which had been lying dormant for many years, had revealed its ferocious fangs. The targets of its intimidation, besides the extraordinary creatures, were the neutral individuals whose stances were not entirely firm.

“We all know that it was a warning, aimed at people like us.”

From that day on, a dangerous knife was held to the neck of every nobleman who harbored a secret.

"I think you know better than I do what your families and affiliated families have done behind the scenes."

Over the course of these thousand years, the nobles have done countless unspeakable deeds in some dark corners, and they themselves know best what they have done.

"We can't just sit here and wait for Overwatch to make a move against us."

"That was originally just a means of self-defense! But now, it should no longer be just a trump card for counterattack."

"As for the specific details, I would like to ask another person to explain them to you..."

His gaze shifted, finally settling on Keynes, who had remained silent throughout. The Speaker nodded slightly.

"Your Excellency Jaslin, please explain."

Squinting and slowly shaking his head, Keynes said calmly:

"There's nothing much to say; it's just the meticulous preparations that a proper nobleman should make."

Does meticulous preparation necessitate secretly recording the spatial beacons of the Watchtower City?

This sounds outrageous, but considering it was done by Jasmine's family, it doesn't seem so outrageous after all...

"As for its authenticity, you don't need to worry. I can guarantee it with the reputation of the Jaslin family for over a thousand years."

After being given a curt rebuke by Keynes, the Speaker's lips moved slightly, but in the end he said nothing more.

He nodded, and the speaker once again looked at the assembled nobles before him, and said loudly:

"The time to make a decision has come."

……

……

"Then, under the witness of the covenant—let us raise a glass together!"

The speaker's face glowed, as if a huge burden had been lifted, and his entire demeanor changed.

"For the sake of noble blood!"

Regardless of their true feelings, the nobles breathed a sigh of relief and raised their glasses together now that the decision had been made.

"For the sake of noble bloodlines!!!"

Seeing this scene, and the expressions on the faces and in the eyes of these nobles, Keynes, who was sitting to the side without getting up, couldn't help but laugh.

Ha ha……

Crazy.

This is a group of gamblers walking on the edge of death.

What's most interesting is that they knew they were gambling, but they still chose to continue gambling.

The most important reason for the current situation is their overconfidence.

They believed that even if they lost the bet in the end, although their status among humans would decline, as long as they still controlled the wealth, everything would still be within acceptable limits, and they would still be noble "aristocrats".

Keynes's chuckle and unusual behavior drew the attention of the others, who watched this eccentric and eccentric individual in silence.

He was once the most senior nobleman, but now if he disagrees, he is an enemy.

Shaking his head, Keynes concealed his amusement, leaned on his cane, and slowly rose, picking up the wine glass placed in front of him as well.

Amidst the relieved gazes of the other nobles, he raised his glass:

"For the sake of noble bloodlines—"