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"What does it matter? If your people knew you were back, it would definitely be a lively occasion!"

Mordred is still watching the fun without worrying about the consequences.

She still loves the Lord of Light who once led the demon army.

Seeing my own daughter praise it so much.

Moran could only smile dotingly, and then sighed helplessly in his heart.

This time, it’s about re-employment after retirement.

Britain's magic has been in operation for thousands of years, and he has no intention of changing it for his own selfish desires.

It cost so much just to establish the technique.

Who could have guessed what the change would lead to.

Now, Moran can only bite the bullet and ascend the throne again.

"Edelfeldt? That's a famous magic family in Northern Europe, right?

A new king has emerged from that group of jewel hyenas... They truly deserve to be called a clan of upstarts... "

The old woman, Inolai, shook her head and smiled bitterly.

Although it does not belong to the Twelve Monarchs' family, it is still more or less acceptable to the monarchs present.

After all, Edelfeldt has quite a reputation.

It is also considered a famous magic family among many nobles.

If the new king chosen is a magician who has not even been around for three generations, then the monarchs will really have to question their lives.

"Hehehe...As for noble blood...I can still accept it...at least he inherited Edelfelt's bloodline...but...I have never heard...that Edelfelt's direct line...has a legitimate son..."

Rufreus was very confused.

Everyone is well aware of Edelfeldt's twin succession, and each generation of the family head is mainly female.

"Ahem, teacher... Moran Edelfelt... He is a distant relative of the Edelfelt family, and he didn't inherit the family's magic seal. He is only a first-generation magician..."

Kenneth said rather embarrassedly.

When all the monarchs thought it was acceptable, he poured a basin of cold water on everyone like putting out a fire.

Kenneth could see his teacher trembling all over.

It was a reaction that almost made me vomit blood.

However, he didn't say a word for a long time, and then sighed like a deflated ball.

The other party has already been chosen by Britain as king.

It is the object to which one must offer loyalty.

If we do not have respect and loyalty to the new king, then this in itself is disrespectful to Britain and this Age of Gods.

This is a big taboo for all monarchs.

Marisbilly asked curiously, "Lord El-Melloi, you seem to know a lot about the new king."

"Of course. That unworthy student... ahem, this new king is a student in my El-Melloi classroom."

Kenneth said with a complicated expression.

It always feels like whenever things go against Moran, his pride and confidence are of no use.

On the other side, Rufreus' eyes lit up.

The dejected look seemed to fade a little.

"Kenneth...this new king...is he your disciple?"

"Teacher... The new king is just my student. He is not my disciple at the moment. He is just studying in my El-Melloi classroom."

"Kenneth... I've always told you... there's no need to worry about these details... we're just disciples and students..."

Rufreus pursed his lips and said.

As if he was very dissatisfied with Kenneth's division of relationships, he brought up the master-disciple relationship between him and Kenneth.

These words made everyone alert.

The democratic leader, McNedal, immediately stood up and said:

"Lord Euripides, it's not good to be vague. If you calculate it this way, then I have tens of thousands of disciples. Students are still students, and disciples are still disciples. As a monarch, you must distinguish them clearly!"

"Alas, Rufreus, you are too impatient. The new king hasn't even ascended the throne yet, and you already have ideas?"

Inolai exhaled a puff of cigarette.

She and McNedal saw through the old fox at a glance.

This guy changes his attitude as quickly as turning the pages of a book. He is a man who possesses the three qualities of dark, diligent and insidious.

The last second, he was still sighing over the king's choice of person.

The next second, he was thinking about how to use the relationship with his disciple Kenneth to win over the new king to the side of aristocracy.

The monarchs knew that the king's accession to the throne could not be denied.

Furthermore, this king is destined to possess the supreme authority of the Age of Gods.

It is impossible to interfere by violent means.

Such disloyalty will be punished by blood pact.

Besides, the Clock Tower has experienced many new kings over the past thousand years, and they will be able to accept the new king's accession to the throne quickly.

At present, the qualifications of the new king are not important.

With Britain's support, even an immature king will sooner or later be trained to become a qualified king.

Therefore, monarchs do not need to worry about whether the king is qualified.

What is important is that the new king may need to grow up at this stage. During this period, the monarchs can win over the new king.

For monarchs who have been vying for power for years.

Now, it has become a battle for the new king, and the family that catches the new king's attention will be victorious.

Chapter 271: An Unacceptable Fact [Please Subscribe! Please Subscribe! ]

There was silence for just a few minutes.

Countless strategies flashed through the minds of the monarchs, and their choices would determine the future of their families.

These ideas all have one thing in common.

They all revolve around the newly chosen king.

"Everyone, prepare to welcome the king we are waiting for."

Lorelai broke the resolution's silence.

She was still as majestic as ever, but there seemed to be a hint of reluctance and bitterness in her.

Bartomero took the initiative to speak.

The other monarchs naturally had no objection.

Soon, the Clock Tower will send someone to invite the new king.

As long as the new king remains on the British island, the intelligence network formed by the twelve monarchs will not miss any mistakes.

"Great Britain, please tell me—

You said that the Twelve Families were no longer within the scope of selection. In other words, did you ever intend to choose the new King of Britain from among the Twelve Families?"

Lorelai supported her head with her fingers intertwined.

She grasped the key information given in the previous British words.

She wanted an answer to this question.

"—Acknowledged."

"—It is precisely because Moran Edelfeldt came to Britain that I eliminated all other candidates."

"If Moran Edelfeldt doesn't return to Britain, the last person who meets my criteria is Lorelei Barthemello from the Twelve Monarchs. In other words, you.

But, unfortunately, I only exist to maintain Britain, so I will only choose the king who is most suitable for Britain."

It was as if he could see through Lorelai's thoughts.

Britain, simulating a personal consciousness, spoke the information in one breath, and the truth it revealed was even more heartbreaking.

A direct acknowledgement that no one can defeat this new king.

It can almost be said that everything the twelve families present have is far less than what Moran can bring to Britain.

"call......."

Lorelai exhaled deeply.

The full chest wrapped in the dress rises and falls slightly, and the delicate swan-like neck seems to have blood surging up.

The other side is the oldest British will.

It is their great source.

Lorelai was told by her ancestors since she was a child that she was a born magician and the person closest to the British throne.

It would be fine if Britain didn't say it directly.

She would think that she was unable to ascend the throne because of her shortcomings in other aspects.

However, Britain spoke frankly.

She was indeed the one who was originally going to be chosen.

Just because this man recently returned to the Clock Tower, Britain changed her mind.

Switch to Lorelai's perspective.

I'm afraid no one can accept it.

"Lord Barthemelo..."

"No problem. Like my ancestors before me, I will be loyal to the king who will bring glory to us."

There was no confusion in Lorelai's beautiful eyes.

Even after being told she couldn't become king, she remained unmoved and maintained her composure as the Queen of the Clock Tower.

The other monarchs also couldn't help but admire him.

Although she looks like a young girl, she has an extraordinary character that does not match her appearance.

As expected, Moran was waiting in the El-Melloi classroom.

After Britain told his name.

Within a few minutes, several magicians entered the classroom and were ordered to lead Moran to the decision-making room.

At this point in time, I was invited to participate in the crown decision.

Anyone can guess what happened.

"Lord Moran, we will take you to the Crown Decision. The monarchs will be waiting for you there."

"Alas, what is coming will come."

Moran stood up from his seat rather helplessly.

He left with the awestruck gazes of the magicians, leaving Waver and the others in the classroom to continue watching the video.

At this moment when everyone is concentrating their attention and waiting for the announcement.

No one would notice them heading underground.

The Magic Association has always called itself the Clock Tower, and the clock tower naturally makes people think of it standing on the surface of the earth.

However, the true body of the Clock Tower lies underground.

In recent years, the rapid development of science and technology has allowed the Clock Tower to build more facilities on the surface, but even so, the Clock Tower's underground facilities are still several times more than those on the ground.