Type-Moon Simulator: Start the game by attacking the Greek goddess!

It can be said that it is a magnificent academy city...

In addition to Academy City, the Clock Tower also has the mining city of Magisfia, which is responsible for exploring the Albion Spirit Cave.

However, compared to the Albion Spirit Cave.

This is just the surface of the surface.

The coordinates of the Albion Spirit Cave are not fixed and are not strictly defined by the human map on earth.

It will sway and move its coordinates erratically.

This coordinate change is like quantum movement in modern science.

Because it doesn't need to rely on reality, it can appear anywhere. Parts of the Albion Tomb, originally tens of kilometers underground, can also exist near the surface.

If an ordinary person enters the Albion Spirit Cave.

That's a complete dead end.

The difficulty of survival is no less than surviving in a different space. You may be stuck in the gap between space and realm every minute and every second.

Although extremely unreasonable.

However, the Albion Spirit Cave, this isolated space itself is wandering. It is constantly shifting in space.

It is impossible to dig it out by physical means.

The Clock Tower has always relied on mysterious technology to continuously explore the unknown of the Albion Spirit Cave.

If someone can explore the Albion Spirit Cave alone and come back alive and well, they will be given the title of Spirit Cave Survivor and gain great prestige in the mercenary world.

At this moment, Moran and the magicians were diving into the cracks.

They 0.9 continue to penetrate deeper into the strata of the ancient heart.

The Albion Spirit Cave rejects all external interference, and magic from the outside world cannot pass through.

Every time you want to enter, you can only walk.

The descent through the large crack was already quite rapid.

The door made a creaking sound.

The magicians who led the way pushed open the door together. This was Moran's first time in this decision-making room.

The ancestors of the Clock Tower once visited Britain and made a blood pact.

By then, Moran had retired.

The first king to rule the Clock Tower was Altria, and Moran and his wives only helped draft the blood contract.

Moran looked around as if he were visiting a garden.

The moment he entered this space, he felt twelve pairs of eyes fixed on him.

Chapter 272: King, please make your decision [Please subscribe! Please give me a monthly ticket!]

"Looks like this is my seat."

Moran glanced at the chairman of the round table.

The solemnity and rigor that distinguished it from the other seats clearly indicated that it was the king's seat.

“Yes, please take a seat.

Just in case, let me ask you one more question. Moran Edelfeldt, you should know why you are here, right?

Lorelai asked in a flat tone.

There was no particular emotion in the words, but most people would probably be stunned when stared at with such a sharp gaze.

Just like a frog being stared at by a snake.

However, Moran smiled calmly: "Of course, I understand. I came here to sign a contract with you. This is tradition, and it is also my duty as the King of Britain."

Currently, Moran has not signed a contract with the monarchs.

In terms of status, Lorelai is still his immediate superior, so such communication is not considered impolite.

However, this also made Moran interested in Lorelai.

Among the Moon World intelligence in his mind, there was not much information about Lorelei and Barthemero.

A minister who can face the king's power without being too diligent.

Indeed, it is extremely rare.

As a king with thousands of experiences, Moran is very good at identifying those who can become excellent subordinates.

"Well, then I don't need to waste my breath."

Lorelai's gaze faded slightly.

How could she not be shocked by her courage? The newly chosen king was not as bad as she had imagined.

Fortunately, the other party knew these procedures. If it was someone who didn't even understand these, it would really make her mind explode.

Moran took the chair of the round table.

He couldn't help but smile when he thought of how Artoria had once been there. Now, it was his turn to become the King of the Clock Tower.

The ceremony was not very fancy.

The ritual contract is engraved on this round table, and the current monarch only needs to drip his own blood into the pattern.

Everyone performed the operation together.

Accompanied by a flickering faint red light, the twelve monarchs were officially able to enthronize Moran as their king.

However, Lorelai still looked arrogant.

She was indeed willing to pledge her loyalty to the King of Britain, but she did so more based on the blood pact.

Moran wasn't about to blame the monarchs.

After all, the new king has not demonstrated enough achievements, so it is unrealistic to expect these monarchs to offer their loyalty from the bottom of their hearts.

Reveal that he is the first king?

Moran didn't intend to do that directly.

He intended to look at Britain from the perspective of the new king and see what a new king would face after ascending the throne.

If there are any defects, they can be repaired in time afterwards.

Let go of your kingly attitude for now.

He had to act like a new king.

"My King, before this Grand Determination is concluded, I would like to request your ruling on a proposal that has been debated among us in the Magic Association. This proposal will determine the future of the magic world! I would like to take this opportunity to finalize it while this Grand Determination is finalized!"

When everyone thought that the crown decision was about to end.

McNedal suddenly spoke up.

As soon as he spoke, the other monarchs' expressions froze, vaguely realizing what he wanted to say.

"Huh? That seems interesting. Tell me about it."

Moran seemed completely unaware of the unusual surroundings.

McNedal was allowed to continue.

"I propose that we resolve the redevelopment of Albion's Tomb and present a conclusion before the King."

McNedal did not give the other monarchs a chance to speak.

The aristocratic monarchs all had gloomy faces, and among them, Rufreus's face was so dark that it seemed as if ink was about to drip out.

He got his own way in return.

"You're so beautiful... Before the new king arrived... you said I was too impatient... McNedal... you're just as cunning as I am..."

"Each each other."

McNedal didn't feel shameful at all.

He showed off his gleaming white teeth.

If you still care about your face in the Clock Tower, you will probably find it difficult to move forward.

"My king, this is the detailed information I have collected about the Tomb of Albion. Please review it. If you have any questions, I will do my best to answer them."

McNedale's smile was very generous.

Not too humble, but still respectful.

I guess everyone who sees it will have a good impression.

Moran took the information handed to him by McNedal and read it casually.

It seems as if every move is done casually.

There is really no trace of the king's demeanor.

Lorelai stared at Moran with her sharp eyes again, and she had an expression as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

Finally, she turned her attention back to the information.

"Oh, you're really harsh on me..."

Moran pretended to look at some information.

In reality, he was glancing at Lorelai out of the corner of his eye.

He took the throne from this girl.

I guess she must be feeling unwilling in her heart, and it's really interesting that she can endure to this point.

"Although this is modern copy paper, it is also the style of the Secret Anatomy Bureau. Please understand."

McNeal is pressing forward

He showed off his killer move again.

No one expected that he had prepared 967 to this extent, even collecting all the information from the Secret Corpse Analysis Bureau.

"As the data indicates, the amount of spell bodies that can be mined from Albion has recently decreased. If we want to maintain the Clock Tower, we must make a decision here. If this continues, and the mystery continues to decline in the future, the possibility of us achieving the magus's goal will also decrease."

McNedale is not an alarmist.

He was referring to the decline of the Age of Gods recorded over the past millennia.

Britain has tenaciously maintained the Age of Gods to this day.

The first king was able to continue this great cause until this moment, and no one knows when it will collapse.

For thousands of years, no one has reached the heights of the first king.

People can only delay the decline of the Age of Gods.

We can't ignore the fact that the Age of Gods' weakness is not obvious. As magicians, they should have a broader vision.

Clock Tower has always had the mining rights to Albion's Spirit Cave.

But it is hindered by the competition among the three major factions.

In recent years, the Clock Tower has been experiencing severe mining stagnation, and the total amount of mana excavated has dropped sharply.

Someone needs to break this deadlock.

McNadle as a leader of democracy.

He saw the new king as hope.

P.S.: I will probably finish explaining the modern events in about five or six chapters, and then it will be the Greek simulation.

Chapter 273: The Balance About to Be Broken [Please Subscribe! Please Give Flowers!]

Whenever a decision on the title of Grand Master is made, which could determine the future of the magic world, democracy cannot prevail over aristocracy.

If aristocracy decides to exert all its might, democracy alone cannot compete.

They lack the means to win.