The technique is inscribed on the round table.

The monarchs gathered here shed blood to call on the consciousness of Britain.

We strictly adhere to the practices that have been passed down to the present day.

The so-called authority and tradition are in themselves things that bind people.

The technique was studied by successive monarchs of the Magic Society, and was created in order to better communicate with Britain.

Whether it's Britain, or the Magic Society.

Their common goal is to preserve the continuation of the mystery, so effective communication is the best way to achieve the goal.

- Encoding: Rationale reaction confirmed, restarted. "

"-God Generation: C"

—the connection program begins. Codename, Britannia - Begin Personality Object Simulation. "

"—Full procedure, done. "

A sound effect that starts like a precision instrument.

After several techniques overlapped and flickered above the round table, the light in the entire resolution room dimmed.

Then, a faint light emerged.

The monarchs succeeded in connecting the British consciousness.

The question they wanted to ask this time was naturally only one, where was the king of Britain at the moment.

"Britain, will our king be chosen in the clock tower this time? "

McNdall said 843 with respect.

In front of him is the system that has always maintained the operation of the gods, and it is the foundation for the entire British gods.

Although it is the will of the island that human beings cannot understand.

But, it is a divine being.

As long as you live on this island of the gods, you will pay sincere respect to it no matter what.

—Answer, yes. The king of this generation will be born inside the clock tower. The king will lead Britain to prosperity again. "

This answer soothed the wrinkled brows of the monarchs.

A gleam of joy appeared on their faces.

As long as the Clock Tower's own people ascend to the throne, it will be a good thing for them to celebrate.

The rest, is the most critical.

"So, which lineage of monarchs was chosen?"

Lorelei grabbed everyone's hearts like a grab.

To open your mouth is to hit the core.

Every second of Britain's silence was like torment, and they wanted to hear the name of their family in that response.

—vetoed. "

"What....?What does this mean?"

Lorelei and the other monarchs looked confused.

It was an answer they didn't expect.

"The families of the twelve monarchs are no longer in the range of choice, and variables have appeared. The king's choice was someone else. "

"It's not the Twelve Monarchs!, is it some other magician!?"

Lorelei's words seemed to be squeezed out of her throat.

If her sight can kill, I'm afraid her sight is enough to kill people hundreds of times.

The other monarchs were stunned.

They couldn't understand why it wasn't the twelve families who were chosen, it didn't make sense at all.

"It's not our twelve families.... Should it be.... The chosen one is..... Twelve families outside .... Humble generation...!?"

Lufreius's fingers were like dead wood, and his grip on the armrest of the chair trembled.

The depths of his dark eyes seemed to be brewing with rage.

He believed that apart from the twelve families of monarchs, there was absolutely no noble king in the clock tower that was worth talking about.

What's more, Barsermelo is here.

Could it be that there are people who are more noble than them?!

"Hey, hey, it's really an unexpected development, isn't this Britannica really joking?"

McNdall said with a smirk.

The monarchs couldn't imagine what kind of magician could have been chosen if it weren't for the twelve families.

The twelve clans are all noble bloodline demon families, and there are other demon clans in the clock tower, but they are simply too much worse than their twelve families.

It's like a comparison between an adult and a baby.

Monarchs don't know what their lineage (CEAC) is like that of magicians with inferior backgrounds.

If it's just a surprise in the mind.

That's unacceptable.

"Great Britain, you have maintained the operation of the principle of the first king for thousands of years, so that we can continue to live mysteriously to this day, and now we can no longer watch the mystery continue to weaken, I beg you to tell us the true name of our king. Whatever the outcome, please let me and others offer your loyalty. "

The old woman Enolai said sincerely.

Now Britain has a new king.

No matter how unacceptable the monarchs were, this was an established fact in Britain. They can only show their loyalty to the king.

Once, there were people who were dissatisfied with the selection of a new king.

Attempt to wipe out the new king when he takes office. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

But the results were disastrous.

The assassins, their lineages and masterminds behind the scenes are uprooted, and the illusion of the legendary period of the unified dynasty is awakened, and the blood teaches people that the authority of the king's choice cannot be offended.

In Britain denies the will of Britain.

This is undoubtedly an act of seeking death.

The first king had expected that some people would disagree with the king's choice, so he was even prepared for security measures.

Those fantasy species that sleep underground.

They have a great duty to protect Britain, and they will defend the king chosen by the will of Britain.

"—request, recognition. "

The name of the king who led the twelve families and led Britain was Moran Edelfeldt. "

This man is the new king of yours. "

The name of the new king is hereby announced.

The monarchs in the resolution room were at a loss, almost none of them had heard of the name.

Only one monarch reacted.

That's Kenneth, whose expression is getting richer.

At the same time, the Ermelo classroom.

At this moment, Mo Lan, who was looking at the image with Webb and the others, his expression was the same as those monarchs.

"Ahh I heard you right..... The chosen ones were... Moran?"

Webb pinched his face in disbelief.

He stood still, unresponsive.

It's still in the midst of a great shock.

"Oh, oh, teacher, you've been chosen as the new king!"

Sakura was still applauding Moran's side.

Grey was clapping her little hands too.

Mordred herself was surprised, and she didn't expect Moran to be chosen.

This should not be right.

"Damn..... That bastard.... Count me...."

Moran said with the corners of his mouth twitching.

If anyone can shake the king's chosen technique, only the British consciousness can shake it.