"He doesn't look like he's welcoming us."
"We should leave as soon as possible." Hearing this, Victor shook his head, pushed open the door of the corridor, looked at the dark sky and said helplessly: "The reason should not be the attitude of the White Winged Duke, but... the pressure from the Magician Association."
"Ok?"
"The big one is coming, your highness."
Victor chuckled and said, "You have to leave, but you have to leave a letter for Lord White Wing."
"What to leave behind?" Artluqi was slightly startled, and then she heard Victor whisper:
"Tell him that if he can't hold on any longer after a month."
"I am welcome to come to you again with sincerity, Your Highness."
……
Bai Yigong is still too optimistic.
Victor thought so.
Indeed, the so-called negotiation is that both parties continue to increase their chips on the scale, and then after confirming their advantage, both parties withdraw their chips little by little - after this extreme tug of war, they reach the so-called delicate balance.
Did the White Winged Duke really want Austria? Perhaps, but he certainly knew that it was impossible to make the dead disciples of the Altluki faction give up completely. Making such a request was nothing more than testing Altluki's bottom line and... opening a window.
Yes, making an impossible request and then making a more reasonable request will be more easily accepted. This is the skylight effect, which is the most basic means.
This seemed normal to Victor.
But the problem is that this is not the behavior of a desperate person - because he did not go all in.
After talking with Altluchi, Victor learned that the other party's attitude was also quite tough. Except that the two sides did not fight, their dispute was almost the same as before, which was a bit inconsistent with his judgment.
For this reason, he felt that even Bai Yigong himself had not made up his mind.
Make up your mind whether to implement your own strategy, make up your mind to give up your so-called ambitions, and make up your mind whether to leave Germany.
Victor didn't know whether Altluchi understood all this, or if she understood it all but was just pretending to be stupid.
But there was at least one thing he was sure of, and that was that Lord Bai Yi's assessment of the situation was still quite optimistic.
This is also normal.
Who could have thought that it would take less than three months from the passage of the exchange bill to the collapse of the wall?
Artluqi went there excitedly.
Although she couldn't understand why Victor was so sure that the White-Winged Prince would become restless in just one month, she still chose to believe it and went.
After all, no one wanted to see the White Winged Prince suffer a defeat more than her.
On the other side, Victor glanced at the library behind him, looked at the books on the table and fell into deep thought again.
His main quest is to remove the curse as soon as possible (the previous chapters are left out. Since it is a paid chapter, I will simply talk about the new main quest, which is to remove the curse as soon as possible. The quest level is determined by the length of time it takes to remove the curse. The fastest is Legendary, and the slowest is automatically removed to Ordinary after one year.)
But it is not easy to purify a conceptual curse that was set up by 500 nuns with all their faith.
not to mention……
System, since you can let me use the church's sacred power, then let me use a treasure...
It should be simple, right?
Victor lowered his eyes slightly, with infinite worry in his heart.
If the scabbard does not have Saber's magic power, it will just be an ordinary scabbard.
Victor was not worried about whether he could activate Avalon. What he was most worried about was... that he would not be able to summon Saber.
Dead Apostle.
Ultimately, they are monsters that deny humanity, while Heroic Spirits and Servants are the products of humanity's restraining power.
Well, there's no point in worrying too much.
In short, you have to give it a try.
Victor withdrew his gaze, smiled softly, and suddenly froze——
Come on, did I forget one thing?
He tilted his head and stretched out his hand, revealing a piece of golden ore, and then a golden mouse was quickly carved out, vividly.
"Go, go find Altluchi and ask for me."
"Among the Dead Apostles she summoned, is there a guy named... Kyle Face?"
……
"How did your inspection go this time?"
In the night, the candlelight flickered. The White Winged Prince leaned gloomily on the throne, his majestic face showing deep thought. Suddenly, the flame jumped a few times, and a dark shadow emerged, sneering mercilessly: "I am really curious, what kind of dead apostle can be infiltrated by the Magician Association."
"…What's there to be curious about?"
Hearing this, the White Winged Duke remained calm and neither angry. He glanced at the black shadow indifferently and sneered, "The bigger the power, the more complicated the composition. Don't you know the complexity of human beings best, Feim?"
The complexity of human beings may seem a little strange to say about Dead Apostles, but it is indeed the case.
In the eyes of Lord White Wing, the Dead Apostles are actually a race with a very high possibility, just like humans.
Therefore, Lord White Wing's ambitions and ideas can be called great - he believes that Dead Apostles do not need to rely on anything else, and that the power of being a Dead Apostle, or a vampire, is already excellent. He proposed to eradicate the last True Ancestor, and implemented the idea of completely liberating the Dead Apostles, and...
He wanted to lead the Dead Apostles, become great again, and become a powerful and prosperous race.
However, there is one thing that even the White Winged Lord cannot deny, and the trouble that cannot be eliminated is——
Dead Apostles cannot reproduce.
As an immortal species, their reproduction can only rely on so-called "manufacturing".
In the words of other worlds, it is the first embrace.
The constant First Embrace and infection turned qualified humans into Dead Apostles one by one. Under such circumstances, it was difficult for the Dead Apostles created to have cohesion.
Newly born Dead Apostles cannot break away from their human habits and ideals.
Over a long period of time, it will not only erode their human characteristics, but also make them more insane, paranoid and depraved.
This characteristic makes it difficult for the Dead Apostles to truly form a powerful race.
However, even so, Prince Bai Yi is working hard and finding ways to move towards this goal.
After all, every ancestor has his own principles and obsessions, and Lord Bai Yi's obsession is to surpass Zhu Yue and accomplish what Zhu Yue has not done, leading the dead disciples to move forward.
"Haha, humans are complex, but also simple..." Hearing this, Feim laughed cheerfully: "At least I'm much better than you in this regard."
“It all comes down to a core philosophy issue.”
His organization is almost entirely made up of humans, but few of them have ever betrayed him.
There's nothing we can do about it, since his core concept is money.
The devil of finance, Van Phimm.
Who would refuse money, and who would betray money?
"Stop talking nonsense. What are you doing here?" The White Winged Duke Tefanm Otengluoche opened his scarlet eyes, looked at him deeply and said, "If you just want your share, you don't need to come to me. You can go directly to my subordinates."
"Haha, of course there is something."
As he spoke, the crow-like black shadow slightly opened his mouth and spat out a letter: "Here is a letter for you, from Altuluchi."
"Hmm? You went to see her?"
"I went to say hello out of curiosity." Feim's familiar handed the letter to the White Winged Prince and tilted his head to the side and said, "Then she said she didn't want to see you a second time, so she asked me to come here - oh, right."
"By the way, I say hello to you, and let me tell you that they have left. Thanks for the hospitality."
"Hmph...thank you...the words after that don't sound like something that girl would say..."
Bai Yigong took the letter and twisted it gently, and bright red fonts appeared on it.
"Of course not him. It's the White Knight. Um, the new White Knight. Tsk, to be honest, I didn't expect things to develop like this. It's quite interesting, isn't it?"
"I don't think it's interesting. The only interesting thing is probably Ulysses' death."
Lord Bai Yi sneered. Suddenly, his eyebrows raised and his words fell silent.
He looked at the handwriting above, and only snorted coldly when Feim curiously leaned over and wanted to take a peek.
"Oh, arrogant."
"Ha, this style is not Altluki's either." Feim still looked interested: "To be honest, I'm a little curious about the White Knight."
"You can actually make such a conclusion."
"..."
Prince White Wing was silent and thinking. Suddenly, he turned his head and looked at Feim. His scarlet eyes stared at him: "What news do you have?"
"There is some very bad news." Feim became more serious as he was stared at by the White Winged Duke.
"To be honest, I am not interested in any of your fights. You know what kind of Dead Apostle I am—"
"Point."
"Well, the economy is sensitive. Any disturbance cannot escape the shadow of the pursuit of profit." Feim sighed softly, and suddenly said: "The big one is coming, Tefanm, are you ready?"
……
United Kingdom.
London.
Clock tower.
In the brightly lit Law and Politics Department, one floor below the Dean’s Office, the Monarch’s Meeting is taking place.
Twelve figures sat in a staggered pattern, the night was mixed with the fragile chirping of insects, early autumn had passed, and all that was left was a struggle.
With this thought in mind, Kenneth El-Melloi looked around coldly, and finally nodded slightly to Uriphis opposite him and sat down.
It is worth mentioning here that the Monarch Conference is not the Crown Decision, and the two are not on the same level.
The Monarch's Conference is a regular meeting of routine affairs held by Barthelmero or the dean. However, although it is a monarch's conference, the monarch is often busy all year round and is not even in the clock tower. Therefore, the participants are basically the main representatives of each monarch's family.
After all, the most intense arguments and resolutions at such meetings are often about the annual research and development funding for each department.
Of course, if the deans want to promote professors or arrange their own people, or even recruit students, they have to go through the decision-making of the Monarch Conference, but often there are no other monarchs to intervene in these things, so they are usually just lengthy and boring seconding motions.
But this time...
They came in quite a group.
Kenneth looked ahead—the Dean’s assistant with a serious face, Lord Lorelei of the Barthelmero family.
As sturdy as a giant bull, but a smiling old fox, the owner of all basic subjects, the second in line among the twelve monarchs, Tramberio Elrod.
The old woman, who is over seventy years old, has a kind face, but rationality and indifference are brewing in her eyes. She once ruthlessly designated her student Aozaki Touko to seal the monster. The Creation Department, which also oversees the patent field, designated Baru Yereta, who was third in line to seal.
The three giants are all here, it seems something quite interesting has happened.
Kenneth narrowed his eyes and lowered his gaze silently: "Hmm?"
He looked at the information on the table and showed some interest.
Dead Apostle?
……
"Grand Title Decision?!"
Altluchi opened her mouth, looked at Victor in astonishment, and said incredulously: "You said that the impact of Germany's sudden incident this time would even cause the Clock Tower to activate the Crown Resolution?!"
"Isn't this normal?" Victor seemed very normal about Altluqi's fuss.
The Crown Decision is not some rare event that happens only once in a thousand years. On the contrary, as the only event in the operation of the Clock Tower today that can attract the attention and participation of all the twelve monarchs, the Crown Decision has long since changed from a ritual thousands of years ago to a power struggle and a management mechanism for resource allocation.
Since it concerns the allocation of resources in Albion, almost every year a monarch would propose a resolution, which would then be vetoed by Barthelmero. When the focus was finally enough to influence the situation, a huge game would take place in the underground caves of Albion.
This interval occurs approximately every four to five years.
"Think about it carefully. It has been a while since the last decision on the title, right?"
Victor said calmly: "It is at this time point, and coupled with the current situation in Germany, there will inevitably be a monarch who will put forward an extremely radical proposal-"
Euripides.
