The negotiation time that was suddenly announced was exactly the same as the Crown Resolution in terms of method and time except for the location. Moreover, it happened to be announced at the time when the Crown Resolution was opened. Its high-profile publicity made its intentions known to everyone.
Soon, the news spread quickly, and all the magicians raised their heads and looked at the ever-changing clouds in the sky.
"Europe... things are going to change."
In the far east, a gentleman in a red suit put down his teacup and looked at the declaration on a newspaper that looked like a leaflet and had the Dead Apostles' logo printed on it. He suddenly realized how terrible the enemies of the Magic Association were this time.
Even the dead apostles in the Far East were not left behind. Since when did the dead apostles start paying attention to propaganda campaigns?
He was lost in thought, considering whether or not to report this not-so-big-but-not-so-small matter to the Magic Association, when his wife came downstairs, and behind her, a well-behaved girl came running down the stairs!
"father!"
……
"Oh my, interesting."
In Misaki City, in the church, Wen Bei Yongli looked at the latest lines printed out on the printer and expressed his feelings. But suddenly, he paused shaking his head, and remembered the masked magician who had visited him not long ago and the blood moon that invaded the spiritual veins of the Aozaki family in the sky, and he stood there in a daze.
magician……
"Tsk."
After a long while, he suddenly laughed: "Interesting, very interesting, really curious, how did he do it?"
"Shouldn't they still be in this city now?"
"Or... that Hei Ji rushed back quickly after invading the spiritual vein?"
"Well, and should I tell the old man about this? No, forget it."
He casually snapped his fingers, and the paper on the table was quickly cut in half by an invisible knife and turned into debris at a rapid speed.
"Such an interesting thing cannot be affected by that old-fashioned person."
……
The Dead Apostles' newspaper, no, it should be said that it was more like a leaflet, but its influence was ultimately limited. Although it had the support of the secular tycoon, the financial devil Van Phim, this announcement could be said to have quickly swept across Europe, but outside of Europe, its influence was not that great.
At least, except for "famous families" like the Tōsaka family who keep in touch with the Clock Tower at all times, most magicians still cannot access the so-called "original version" of the Dead Apostles' Newspaper.
But enough is enough.
Newspapers are limited, but word of mouth among magicians is unlimited.
How fresh! The dead apostles can now distribute magic newspapers. Hey, there are even animated pictures on them!
It’s hard not to spread it!
"how did you do it?"
Even Artluchi couldn't resist her curiosity.
To this, Victor replied: "You have to thank Lord White Wing."
If it weren't for the White Winged Prince's welcome to Altluki, which turned the entire city black, with both German and black flags flying, the extreme sense of déjà vu made Victor think of Grindelwald, and he would not have thought of something like the "Wizard's Newspaper".
However, it is still a bit difficult to perfectly replicate a "Wizard's Newspaper" in today's magic world. It's not about how difficult it is to make the picture move or to perform constant magic, but in modern times when mystery is increasingly scarce, the spell body as a material is very precious.
Paper is cheap, but the printing material that can carry a "picture" must be the kind that can carry mysterious special dyes. It requires many valuable spell bodies and advanced alchemical skills to make.
For this, we have to thank Van Phimm for his financial support. As a puppet master, his collection also provided great help.
He has always been very interested in this kind of thing, and even keenly realized that this is a huge business opportunity. If it were not for the limitation of materials, he dared to bet that this thing would quickly become popular in the entire magic world. For this, he felt deeply regretful.
Victor didn't think much of it. Although the moving newspaper was magical, weren't computers and televisions created by technology even more powerful? However, when he thought about how most magicians were extremely averse to technology, and how even his own princess still couldn't use her cell phone to send him text messages, he quickly understood Feim...
Now they were sitting in the reception hall of the White Winged Lord's Castle.
In front of the solemn throne, there were dozens of administrative officials standing in a mighty procession.
As for the guest seats below, there seemed to be only a few guests there, and there were even shadows and familiars.
Victor looked towards the throne, where White Wing sat with justice and dignity.
The white and slightly curly long hair is matched with a firm and weathered face. Under the majestic bloodshot eyes is a bright silver giant sword as tall as Artelluqi. It is gorgeous and full of the symbol of royal power. This is the White Wing Prince.
Victor withdrew his gaze and fell into deeper thought.
Lord White Wing was considered the most ideal king by more than 70% of the Dead Apostles. He used his status as a Dead Apostle to obscure the strict hierarchy and led the Dead Apostles to betray the True Ancestor, thus gaining a reputation comparable to that of Altruci.
The titles of King of the Dead Apostles and Lord White Wings all highlight the opponent's strength and... the majesty and domineering that makes his subordinates submit wholeheartedly. Compared with the other twenty-seven ancestors of the Dead Apostles who have become paranoid and crazy because of immortality and only care about themselves, Lord White Wings is the only one who recognizes that the Dead Apostles have their own value and regards protecting, developing, and the future of the Dead Apostles as his persistent goal.
Of course, it could also be said that he turned his ambition into an obsession, but a saint judges by deeds rather than by heart, and no one can deny that he is the guy who cares most about the future of the Dead Apostles.
"You've made quite a show of yourself."
Victor looked at the grand decoration and the executive officers assigned to each guest and couldn't help laughing: "This makes it seem like we don't take it seriously enough."
"After all, this is a matter concerning the Dead Apostles." Upon hearing this, the dull voice of Lord White Wing came, and he said quietly: "Besides, you have already made the decision to become the Grand Master, how dare I not take it seriously."
"Tsk, that makes sense."
Hearing this, Victor could not help but nod deeply, and turned back to look at Her Royal Highness the Princess beside him with a chuckle: "It seems that we have to be solemn too, Her Royal Highness the Princess."
Arteluqi was slightly stunned, then she snorted coldly. A black mist swept over and engulfed her. After it dissipated, her usual short skirt had disappeared, replaced by a gorgeous black dress.
Her long black hair swept down to her waist like a waterfall. She shook it slightly, and her scarlet eyes were like gems, eclipsing the surroundings.
She looked up at the White Winged Prince with pride, narrowed her eyes, thought for a moment, and instead of mocking him as usual, she simply walked to a seat at one side - if it were in the past, she would have been very unhappy and found fault with him, and mocked the other party's throne, but now under Victor's influence, she had become much more obedient for some reason.
This change, in the eyes of Lord Bai Yi, made him sigh with emotion, and he could not help but say in a deep voice: "I have always hoped that Lord Ji would change, but when this day really came, my mind was still difficult to calm down. For a moment, I didn't know whether it was good or bad."
"Oh, really?" Victor looked up in surprise and said, "I don't think the princess has changed at all. If anything, she is just more serious now."
"Hmm? Ha, you mean, I've followed Ji Jun for so many years, but in the end I don't understand him as well as you?" Duke Bai Yi opened his eyes, and for a moment, a feeling of oppression overwhelmed him.
"That's not the case. Perhaps, His Excellency Lord White Wing has never looked directly at my Highness because his eyes are filled with that figure."
Victor's merciless retort stunned Prince White Wing for a moment. His originally oppressive look was instantly accompanied by silence and a hint of reminiscence.
The figure that Victor was referring to was Zhu Yue.
Throughout his life, Lord Bai Yi seemed to have been inseparable from Zhu Yue's shadow. Although he tried hard to break away from her, no one had ever caught his eye since her death. Not to mention Hei Ji, he looked down on Bai Ji as well.
But then again, Zhu Yue is really full of sin and charm. She has been dead for many years, and Mei Lian has been loyal to her until his death, and even the two old men, Lord White Wing and Zelrich, are still obsessed with her.
Unconsciously, Victor's thoughts became more and more scattered, until the White Winged Duke suddenly said in a low voice: "If it was Brunstad, he would probably be more like Ji Jun and like to travel alone."
"Hmm? Is that so?" Victor was slightly stunned, and suddenly remembered that, indeed, in terms of work style, Heiji is actually more in line with Zhu Yue, but, um, Zhu Yue seems to be able to only be resurrected in Baiji's body?
He adjusted his thoughts. It was obvious that the other party was setting the tone for the negotiations.
Maintain consistency in general.
"So, my princess's personality is consistent with her last name."
"...Kurohime did inherit Brunstad's surname, and I have never denied her title of King of the Dead Apostles." Lord White Wing also said in a deep voice. So far, the general tone was fine, and then...
Victor whispered in his heart, the next thing is coming.
As expected, the White Winged Lord quickly raised an objection: "But after all, Zhu Yue's power belongs to Elquite and not Eltluci."
"Then Elquet is not even a Dead Apostle." Victor sneered when he heard this.
"Yes, that's why I don't support anyone. Of course, this is not the main reason. The disagreement between me and Hei Ji mainly comes from different philosophies." Bai Yigong responded, then fell silent and paused: "Speaking of which, the Dead Apostles Resolution should not have started yet, right? We are too eager to discuss this now."
"Of course, the specific events will have to wait until everyone is gathered." Upon hearing this, Victor said calmly: "But Lord White Wing, before the meeting begins, I still hope you can understand."
"We must keep the same general tone. Artelluci will be the future king, at least the king in name only. This is indisputable."
"You need to know the current situation of the Dead Apostles, and...your situation."
"Hmph, you don't need to remind me of this, but this cannot be used as a bargaining chip, the new White Knight, no, Mr. Magician."
Upon hearing this, Lord Bai Yi lifted his chin calmly and said in a deep voice, "You should know that if I really die in this mighty torrent, then I will only be one step ahead of you."
"I need you, and you need me. If the Dead Apostles want to continue as a race in this world, they cannot lose either side. So, if you want your girl to be the king, you must come up with enough chips to convince me."
"In principle, I have no objection." Finally, Lord Bai Yi suddenly laughed softly, "I am looking forward to seeing what you can do to win my support at the meeting."
Having said that, Prince White Wings' eyes, emitting red light, stared deeply at Victor's blood-red eyes under the mask for a while.
"You won't be disappointed."
Victor gave him a confident glance in return.
"it is good."
Looking at the opponent's momentum which was not inferior to his own, the White Winged Prince did not hide his admiration for Victor at all. After laughing twice, he looked at the other main character this time - Altluchi.
"Your Highness Heiji, I am very pleased. After hundreds of years, your power has finally grown a little bit to a degree visible to the naked eye..."
"At least, you finally know what kind of person is worthy of your choice."
After saying that, he ignored Arteluqi who was stunned by the sudden taunting and turned his head contentedly to look around: "Actually, almost everyone is here. If we really want to get all the ancestors together, humph, I'm afraid Zhu Yue can even be resurrected..."
Ahhhhhh.
Hearing this, Artelucci reacted and clenched her teeth tightly, resisting the urge to go up and fight with the other party. She imitated Victor's tone and said as coldly as possible: "You have lost even the most basic respect due to your arrogance over the years, Tefanmu. It is because of your attitude now that you have fallen to this point."
"Huh?" Lord Bai Yi was surprised and sighed again.
He has really grown a lot - facing Altluqi's sarcasm, he was not angry, but just raised his head quietly, and his brows suddenly frowned.
At this moment, everyone's vision suddenly darkened. The shadow covering the sky made Prince White Wing frown and look up at the sky. At the same time, Altluchi's anger was also instantly attracted. Feeling the air was instantly filled with the breath of the dead, all the dead disciples knew who the visitor was almost instantly.
Wherever the death bird goes, graceful death will follow.
"He's actually here too?"
“Damn it, I didn’t invite that guy—” For the first time, the calm face of the White Winged Duke frowned slightly. After muttering something, he raised his head and shouted angrily: “Don’t let your damn feathers dirty my castle! Blackmoya!!”
Chapter 97: Black Wing Prince, tit for tat
What a shocking scene it was.
The dense flocks of birds blocked out the sky, shrouding the entire Berlin in darkness.
However, the real horror is yet to come. The birds seem to be just the foreplay for the main character's appearance, existing as the atmosphere. With the whistling wind, the birds fly away quickly, gradually revealing the real terrifying subject that they are suppressing above.
It was a crow, a huge crow, several kilometers long like Kunpeng!
It is in the sky, as if blocking out all the light in the world.
It was completely black, and its broad wings stirred up a storm mixed with the breath of death. Its huge scarlet eyes reflected the figures of everyone.
And accompanied by the roar of the White Winged Prince,
The crow quickly folded its jet-black wings and landed quickly towards the crowd. It slowly shrank, stood upright, and quickly transformed into a strange monster with a humanoid shape and a bird head - this absolutely distinctive mark and strange appearance were almost impossible for a second person to imitate. Therefore, everyone present, even Victor who knew nothing about the other twenty-seven ancestors, instantly had a clear idea in their hearts.
Black Wing Prince.
The Black Wing Prince Granthog Brakmoya.
A super social terrorist who is completely on par with the White Wing Prince. He is hated as much as the other is liked!
If it is said that Lord White Wing is recognized by more than 70% of the Dead Apostles, even Altluchi, no matter how much she hates him, has to admit his personal charm.
Then the Black Wing Prince is almost... an existence that is incomprehensible.
Although his strength is recognized as powerful, his principles are related to death, and his lethality is extremely terrifying, but there are only a handful of people willing to follow him.
Weird appearance, odd speaking style, and peculiar aesthetics - he has an almost obsessive love for birds, and his unique XP makes him fanatically turn everything around him into bird-like monsters, including his own followers.
Well, speaking of which, although 99% of his followers were forcibly created by himself, at least they have a nice name, called Chimera.
And, the most interesting thing is that he obviously has a very bad relationship with others, and he himself knows that he is not welcome, but he is still extremely keen to participate in various parties - obviously, this is a super E person!
A large amount of information flashed through Victor's mind, but more of it was the world's complaints about it.
Seeing that he had landed and walked in with big strides, Victor hesitated whether to take the initiative to go up and say hello.
But the next second, Victor glanced at the disgusted look of Altluchi beside him and decisively gave up the idea... Indeed, the taste of that bird-headed human was indeed a little too unique.
As if seeing through Victor's thoughts, Altluchi suddenly opened his mouth to explain, "In fact, what most Dead Apostles hate is not his appearance, but the impression of most Dead Apostles that Black Wing Prince has always been just a familiar of Zhu Yue."
"I gave up my human magus status and became a Chimera's familiar."
Hearing this, Victor raised his eyebrows slightly but said nothing. Just like what Heiji said, this was also the evaluation of the majority of the Dead Apostles on Duke Black Wings. Even after Zhu Yue's death, Duke Black Wings, as a familiar, gained freedom, but as a chimera-like existence, he still could not change the impression of most of the Dead Apostles, including the 27th Ancestor of the Dead Apostles, even though his strength was already comparable to that of Duke White Wings.
The principle of the Black Wing Prince is unclear, but the power developed by combining the principles, the Inherent Barrier: Never Return, is quite famous.
However, the slowly descending Black Wing Prince paid no attention to the slightly disgusted looks from the people around him, and just laughed heartily, "How can such a grand dance be absent from the birds dancing in the sky?"
"Well... he talks about birds every other sentence, which is why I hate him."
