"Looks like this is my seat. "

Moran glanced at the chairman of the round table.

The solemn tone, which was different from the other seats, obviously showed that it was the king's seat.

"Yes, please take a seat.

Just in case, let me ask. Moran Edelfeldt, you should know why you're here, right?"

Lorelei asked in a flat tone.

There is no special emotion attached to the words, but most people will be stunned by such a sharp gaze.

It's like a frog stared at by a snake.

However, Moran smiled indifferently: "Of course, I know. I'm here to make a pact with you. This is tradition and my duty as King of Britain. "

Moran has not yet signed a contract with the monarchs.

In terms of identity, Lorelei is still his top superior, and such an exchange is not considered rude.

However, this also made Moran interested in Lorelei.

Among the information on the Moon World he had in his head, there were not many accounts of Lorelei and Barsermeiro.

A subordinate who can face the royal power like this without being courteous.

Indeed, this is too rare.

As a king with thousands of 24 years of experience, Moran is very good at identifying people who can become good subordinates.

"Well, then I don't have to say anything. "

Lorelei's gaze weakened slightly.

Can not be shocked by her courage, the chosen new king is not as unbearable as she imagined.

Fortunately, the other party is aware of these procedures. If it's someone who doesn't even understand this, then it will really make her mentality explode.

Moran took a seat at the chair of the round table.

He couldn't help but smile at the thought that Artoria had been on top of him before. Now, even if Feng Shui takes turns, it is also his turn to become the king of the Clock Tower.

The process of the ritual is not very fancy.

The magical contract is inscribed on this round table, and it only takes the current monarch to drip his own blood into the pattern.

The crowd did it together.

With a faint red light flashing, the twelve monarchs were officially able to proclaim Moran as king.

It's just that Lorelei still looks arrogant.

It was true that she was willing to offer her loyalty to the King of Britain, but she did so more on the basis of this blood pact.

Moran had no intention of blaming the monarchs.

After all, the new kings did not show enough merit, and it was unrealistic to expect these monarchs to be loyal from the bottom of their hearts.

Revealing that he is the first king?

Moran doesn't intend to do it directly.

He intended to see Britain through the eyes of a new king, to see what a new king would face when he ascended the throne.

If there is a defect, it can be repaired in time afterwards.

Let go of the posture of being a king for a moment.

He had to behave like a new king when he came to the throne.

"Before the conclusion of this crown decision, O King, I would like to ask you to adjudicate a proposal that we and the Magic Association have been arguing about. This proposal will affect the future of the magic world! I would like to take this opportunity to take advantage of this crown decision to be finalized here!"

In the opinion of everyone, the crown resolution is coming to an end.

McNdall spoke suddenly.

As soon as he spoke, the rest of the monarchs immediately froze, vaguely aware of what he wanted to say.

"Huh, that seems interesting, let's talk about it. "

Moran didn't seem to notice anything strange around him.

McNedahl gave permission to continue.

"I propose that the redevelopment of the tomb of Albion be decided, and that a result be reached in the presence of the king. "

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

The faces of the aristocratic monarchs were gloomy, and Lufreius's face was so dark that it seemed to drip ink. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

He was given back the way he was treated.

"It's beautiful... Before the new king comes.... Say I'm too impatient..... McInner Dahl..... You are cunning....... But it's not inferior to old decay at all....."

"Each other, each other. "

McNdall didn't feel embarrassed.

He showed off his glittering white teeth.

If you still care about the cheeky thing in the clock tower, it is estimated that it will be difficult for people to move an inch.

"My king, this is the details of the Albion tomb that I have gathered. Please take a look at it. If you have any questions, I will do my best to answer them here. "

McNdall's smile was very bold.

It's not too humble, but it's not deferential.

Everyone who sees it is estimated that they will not have a bad impression.

Moran took the information from McNdall, and he read it with a nonchalant look.

It's as if every move is casual.

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

Lorelei stared at Moran with her piercing gaze again, and she showed a look of desire to speak.

Eventually, she turned her gaze back to the material.

"Heh, it's really me..."

Moran pretended to be looking at the information.

In fact, he was glancing at Lorelei out of the corner of his eye.

He took the girl's throne.

Presumably, she must have been unwilling in her heart, and it is really interesting to be able to endure it to this point.

"Although this is a modern copy paper, this is also the style of the Secret Corpse Autopsy Bureau, so please understand. "

McNedahl was pressing

Show the killer move again.

Everyone didn't expect him to prepare 967 to this point, and even collected all the information of the Secret Remains Analysis Bureau.

"As the information indicates, the number of spells that can be mined from Albion has recently declined. If the clock tower is to be maintained, then a decision should be made here. If this continues, if the mystery continues to decay in the future, the likelihood of us achieving the magician's goal will also decrease. "

McNedahl is not an alarmist.

He was talking about the decay of the gods recorded over the millennia.

Britain stubbornly maintained the god generation to this day.

At this moment when the first king was able to continue this great cause until now, no one knows exactly when it will collapse.

It has been a thousand years, and no one has reached the height of the first king.

One can only do to delay the decline of the gods.

You can't just ignore the fact that the gods are weakened and not obvious, their vision as magicians should be far.

The Clock Tower has always had the right to mine the Albion Spirit Cave.

But it was hindered by the competition between the three major factions.

In recent years, the clock tower has been severely stagnant in terms of mining, and the total number of incantations excavated has dropped significantly.

Someone needs to break the deadlock.

McNadal as the leader of democracy.

He saw the new king as hope.

ps: It will probably be five or six chapters to explain modern things, and then it's a Greek simulation.