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In order to establish Chaldea, an institution to continue human existence, even if he risked his entire fortune as a monarch, it would still not be enough.

Previously, he traveled around the Clock Tower and various countries to raise funds, and participated in the Holy Grail War for the same purpose.

However, the Holy Grail of Xueyuan City is different from the Great Holy Grail of the past.

After the intervention of the Nazis and the Ugly United States.

Marisbury was certain that the Holy Grail was no longer the original Fuyuki City Holy Grail. If it were a complete Holy Grail, there would be no need to summon six pseudo-Servants as a sacrifice.

In other words, the Holy Grail in Xueyuan City is flawed.

This is why he chose to give up participating in the war.

In his opinion, there are still many shady things going on in this Holy Grail War. Considering all aspects, it is best not to get involved in this mess.

"What a shame! I was hoping to learn the renowned astrology of the Animusphia family. Without you, it feels like all that's left is a bunch of quirks and oddities, which is rather dull."

"Hahahaha, as an apology, let me wish Lord El-Melloi good fortune in military affairs."

Kenneth and Maris Billy had a great conversation.

As noble monarchs, they looked down on countries with shallow histories, and were even more disdainful of the Ugly Country possessing the Holy Grail. It was like an ignorant young man stepping on the bed with his shoes.

I clearly don't believe in mystery.

But try to use science to analyze the mystery.

It's really too arrogant and unbearable to watch.

Kenneth's reason for participating in the Holy Grail War in Xueyuan City was simple: he wanted to teach those ignorant rats a lesson.

This is also a reason to let them know how to pay respect to ancient things.

Of course, Kenneth was more concerned with increasing his military achievements, and the El-Melloi family still needed him to accumulate reputation.

If word were to spread that Lord El-Melloi had reclaimed the Holy Grail from the Ugly Country, bringing the ancient mysteries back into the arms of the Magic Association, it would benefit the El-Melloi family in every way.

Overcoming the enemy with talent is the style of the El-Melloi family.

Kenneth has this ego.

While these two monarchs were chatting happily, the other monarchs basically also took their seats.

On the left side of the round table is the monarch of the democratic camp.

That was 513 old woman Enola and McDaniel.

To the right of the round table is the monarch of the aristocratic camp.

Kenneth and Maris Billy were among them.

The Neutralist faction is located somewhere in the middle.

There are two strange places.

Lorelei sat in the vice-chair, which divided the neutralist faction into two, while the chief seat was more solemn and magnificent than any other seat present.

However, no one dared to approach it.

That is not a throne for magicians to ascend. It only allows one person to have the right to sit on it.

Only the King of Britain can sit on it.

That blood pact was made with the twelve families, and the King of Britain has the right to rule over all the magicians in the Clock Tower.

Now, the king has not been chosen.

Therefore, no one can sit in this seat.

Today, Britain will tell the king the name of the person who will choose to decide who will sit in this seat.

The monarchs present felt that there was no suspense.

Everyone knows that only Bartomero is qualified.

Now, Lorelai clasped her hands together, resting her chin on them, staring at the Chief like a hunter staring at her prey.

No family dared to interfere with her.

The supreme leader is completely isolated.

Chapter 268: The Nature of a Magician [Please subscribe! Please give me flowers!]

"It seems to be ready."

McNedale looked around and smiled.

As a democratic leader, he still had no intention of giving up the leadership even at this time.

All the people from the twelve families present have arrived. Even if the monarch himself cannot be present, he has sent representatives from his respective family.

Like Bricisan, who is from the lineage of the dean of the Clock Tower.

Because he was in charge of the taboos among taboos for many years and could not leave, he sent a spokesperson for the family.

Lorelai wouldn't give any face.

Before McNedal could speak again, she said in a masterly tone: "Now that everyone is here, then-

The crown decision begins now."

At the same time as the ancient heart strata began to resolve the crown position.

The perspective shifts to the clock tower side.

Whether in the classroom or in the square, almost all magicians are anxiously waiting with their mobile phones in hand.

The old-fashioned magician walked into the hall and paced back and forth.

There are operators who specialize in reporting.

The Crown Resolution will announce the chosen king to Britain, so everyone is waiting nervously.

This situation is not limited to magicians.

Even the citizens of London were waiting anxiously, hoping to hear the news broadcast as soon as possible.

"Moran, who do you think will be the new king of Britain?

In my opinion, those politicians have completely given up hope. I guess people will vote on our side this time!"

The El-Melloi classroom was also very noisy.

Weber pondered over his phone.

Moran brought Gray and other girls into the classroom, and he and everyone else waited for the results of the king's election to be announced.

"Why, Weber, are you curious?"

"Of course! In my opinion, the most likely candidate is Barthelmero! However, when I think of his swift and decisive actions, I feel that Britain will never be at peace again... What do you think... is there a chance that I will be chosen by Britain?!"

Weber touched his hair and felt a little embarrassed.

It can be seen that he is also drunk.

In this kind of atmosphere where everyone is anxiously waiting, it is difficult not to be infected by the emotions.

Many people share Weber's idea.

Could it be that I will be the one chosen?

Everyone is dreaming this.

Everyone wants to make the leap from a carp to a dragon.

"Weber...it's not impossible...if you could be more capable. But, you remember what Kenneth said, right?"

"Um... I'll finish my thesis sooner or later...!"

Weber's momentum waned again.

Moran actually thought about it.

To be honest, if Weber was chosen as the king of Britain, he would really like to see that interesting scene.

He will definitely bring a revolution to the magic world.

From the point of view of fun...

Morant would be more inclined to choose Webber. Unfortunately, he is a little immature now, which requires a point deduction.

As for Bartomero mentioned by Weber, he also had some understanding of him.

The current Demon Marshal and Queen.

Indeed, she is the most suitable person for the Clock Tower.

If there are no accidents in this royal election, then the position of King of Britain will probably be hers.

"Waiting here is too boring. Why don't we watch something interesting? I'd rather see firsthand information than listen to the broadcast."

Moran tapped the table a few times as he spoke.

Then, the entire desktop seemed to be rolling up waves, reflecting a refracted image of a certain space.

This is the decision room for the crown decision.

Twelve monarchs were present at the beginning of the meeting.

Weber was stunned by this scene.

Irisviel and the others were not that surprised, as they did not know the significance of the crown decision.

This is the supreme council of the Clock Tower.

Moran actually said that if he wanted to watch, he could just watch.

Weber hadn't seen Morant for only a month or two, but he felt that he had changed drastically.

The image on the projection is playing.

"Before, it was always the irreplaceable old members, so it's nice to have new faces this time. Even though I'm a magician, I still need to have a metabolism... However, according to this logic, Rufreus and I will be the first to be eliminated."

The old woman Inolai joked.

No one is more suitable than her to be called a heroine.

"What a dull joke..."

The one who refused was the oldest one with the deepest wrinkles among them.

Rufreus Nazira Euripides.

This old man is the monarch who descended upon Coeliphis. He is Kenneth's teacher and a member of the aristocratic faction.

Everyone knows that the karma carved into his soul is deeper than the wrinkles carved into his face.

From the perspective of the monarch of the spirit summoning family.

Even if there are some spells engraved on the actual soul, it will not seem strange.

"~Now... instead of wasting time here... let's quickly connect to Britain... and welcome our King of Britain..."

Rufreus's voice was dark and slow.

Like the dead in the grave.

As he said this, his thin eyes glanced towards Lorelai, who was sitting in the vice-chair.

The old man acknowledged the fact that Barthelmero was the king.

This is undoubtedly his expectation.

The previous generation of the Barthemero family head had already voluntarily given up the throne to Lorelei before she came of age.

Lorelai is a born-and-bred magician.

"All we need to do is listen... All we need to do is praise... All we need to do is offer the king our purest loyalty... Just as we have done for the past thousand years...

Regardless of whether the new king will bring blessings to the magic world... what we are waiting for will not change... what is achievable will eventually be achieved... what is unattainable will not be achieved... in the end, it will just be like this..."

Rufreus implemented the ideas of the aristocratic faction.

Only those who have the ability to reach the source can reach it. Similarly, only those who possess the qualities of a king can become a king.

The only reason he could conclude this was because he was an aristocratic monarch. He was a man of electoral power. He had no other choice but to choose.