With a bang behind him, the door was locked.
Irin tried to open the door, but it didn't open.
He gave up.
Since he couldn't refuse, he might as well do it!
Inside the room was a luxurious bathroom that was about 30 square feet.
At the end of the spotless mahogany floor was a bathtub made of pure gold that could fit five or six people.
The dazzling golden light made Yi Lin squint her eyes.
On the clear marble walls, there were lifelike animal reliefs that spat out hot water from their mouths. Although Irin didn't like it, he had to admit that the decor here was really luxurious.
There was a classical European luxurious vibe everywhere.
In the corner of the room, there was a spiral carved wardrobe. Irin opened it and saw many sets of brand new clothes. These clothes were of different styles. There were modern formal suits, tuxedos, Victorian noble outfits, and even a princess dress with lace.
"Why are there even dresses? Is it to satisfy the weird fetishes of special people? "
Irin casually picked a casual suit and hung it on the rack next to the bathtub.
While taking off his clothes, Irin lowered his head and pondered.
He opened his palm, and in his palm, there was a crumpled piece of paper.
This was the note that the tuxedo-wearing butler, Sebras, had secretly stuffed into Irin's palm when he grabbed Irin.
Irin silently spread out his senses. After confirming that there were no shameless prying eyes around, he carefully unfolded the crumpled piece of paper.
There were three letters written in scribbled ink.
"RUN."
The translation of this word was very subtle.
Get out?
Go?
Uh … move?
In different contexts, this word seemed to have different meanings.
Irin flicked his wrist and put the strange note into the storage dimension.
"Oh ~"
After taking off his clothes, Irin comfortably lay in the warm bath water, washing away the dust and fatigue from the journey.
While taking a bath, Irin multitasked and pondered the meaning of the note.
He crushed a card, and a cup of iced drink appeared out of thin air, floating beside Irin.
After a while, Irin felt that it was not enough. She took out a fruit plate that she had prepared in advance and floated on the surface of the water, drifting with the waves in the bathtub.
"Master, do you want a back scrub?"
At some point, Gamou Koto had run out. She was covering her eyes shyly, but her sparkling eyeballs were accidentally exposed through the gaps between her fingers.
"Let's talk about it when you can rub it."
Irin soaked in the warm bath water, drank iced drinks, and ate fresh fruits, inexplicably enjoying herself. Other than Gaya Koto, Irin also summoned Bai Xiaoyi and Nie Hongxiu. Clearly, other than Gamou Koto, Bai Xiaoyi and Nie Hongxiu were unwilling. After all, it was Irin's bath time. The two of them turned their heads away in embarrassment.
Irin did not intend to let the three Mother Spirits misunderstand and immediately expressed her thoughts.
"Oh, I see!"
Bai Xiaoyi and Nie Hongxiu heaved a sigh of relief after hearing Irin's explanation. It turned out that Irin did not want to do anything inappropriate in such a delicate situation.
Therefore, the three Mother Spirits nodded at the same time and agreed. One of them faced up, one of them faced down, and one of them moved horizontally. They passed through the wall from different directions and left the room as fast as they could.
"Oh ~"
"Ah ~"
"Hiss ~"
Irin quickly switched between Little Mei, Little Red, and Little White. She was having a lot of fun.
Twenty minutes later.
Irin opened her eyes. The three Mother Spirits had returned safely with resentment. Irin cleaned the fruit cores and peels in the bathtub, changed into a handsome suit, and fixed her makeup in front of the full-length mirror in the bathroom. With an elegant bow, it would be perfect.
When the fragrant Irin stepped out of the bathroom, Cyberbras was still waiting quietly outside the door. It was as if she had always been here and had never left.
Cyberbras said that Gu Tianqing and Miriam seemed to have finished their business and moved to the VIP room. Irin did not know if it was his imagination, but he felt that Cyberbras was complaining that he had bathed for too long.
"The environment here is not bad."
Irin smiled.
Cyberbras was silent.
She walked in front and led the way for Irin. Irin did not get a reply, so he did not say anything else. He also did not mention the note again. It was as if this matter had become a little secret between him and Cyberbras. Irin looked at Cyberbras' back and pondered.
This trip to the Clock Tower did not seem as simple as Miriam had thought.
What was the meaning of Cyberras's note?
Was it a reminder?
Or was it purely for some reason to get out of the Clock Tower?
Or was it because of some reason that she could not express her disgust so clearly?
While Yi Lin was deep in thought, the two of them walked through a luxurious corridor and arrived at an empty room.
The interior of the room was still decorated in the classic European style with paywalls. In the dimly lit room, there was a fancy glass chandelier, a burning fireplace on the wall, and a soft fur carpet. All of them exuded the sour smell of money. In the middle of the room, there was a long dining table that was commonly seen in rich European families.
Along the way, Irin did not feel that the Magician Association was awesome or not. His intuition was that the Magician Association must have been very rich in the past.
The dining table was about eight meters long and three meters wide. Gu Tianqing and Miriam had already dressed up and sat down, waiting quietly.
Gu Tianqing was wearing a black tuxedo that was similar to Cyberbras'. He even put on a black top hat to show off. His right hand, which was wearing a white glove, was subconsciously playing with a gold-inlaid cane. It was extremely luxurious.
"Show off."
Irin sat down beside Gu Tianqing, speechless. He thought that if he wore the Skeleton Gentleman suit, he would look so cool.
"Hehe."
Gu Tianqing laughed and heard Irin's murmur.
Miriam took off her armor and put on a white pleated princess dress. Her slender but strong arms were covered with lace gloves. She was indeed a descendant of a noble family. When she put on the princess dress, she really looked like a young lady from an ancient European family. She exuded an air of arrogance and luxury. If it was not for the murderous look on her face, people would have thought that Miriam was a weak young lady from a noble family.
Both of them seemed to be waiting for Irin.
The three of them finally sat down.
Cyberbras bowed and said, "Please wait patiently." With that, Cyberbras silently walked out of the VIP room through another door.
Only Miriam, Irin, and Gu Tianqing were left in the empty room.
The three of them quickly exchanged glances. They did not communicate verbally. After a brief exchange of glances, they seemed to be saying that they did not understand the Magician Association's purpose in doing all this.
But Miriam was the one who needed help, so she could only grit her teeth and bear it.
Cyberbras did not make the three of them wait for too long.
A few minutes later.
There was movement from the door that Cyberbras left through.
The sound of wheels rolling on the wooden floor echoed in the empty corridor and into the VIP room.
Cyberbras steadily pushed a wheelchair into the room.
On the wheelchair sat a pale blonde young man who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old. The young man's facial features were very delicate. He wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses. His emerald eyes glowed behind the glasses and were especially eye-catching. Although the young man looked very young, when the young man's face appeared in front of Irin's eyes, Irin could not help but frown slightly.
For some reason, Irin's first impression of the young man was that he did not have the youthful vigor of a young man. Instead, he had the vicissitudes and sicknesses of an old man.
"Descendant of the ancient Knight King, Miriam Altoria X Pendragon."
"Foreigner from the East, Mr. Irin."
"Wise Mr. Gu Tianqing."
"Welcome to the Clock Tower."
Cyberbras pushed the blonde young man on the wheelchair and sat across from Irin and the other two. The young man's green eyes scanned the faces of the three people. He smiled and said their names.
After pushing the young man to the dining table, Cyberbras silently left from behind. He did not seem to be worried that the three guests outside the Clock Tower would have any ill intentions towards the young man.
"Oh, sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Barthamero Dylan. I'm one of the current Monarchs in the Clock Tower. "
"Monarch?"
Irin asked in a low voice.
Miriam furrowed her brows slightly and explained in a low voice, "The Magician's Association is an orthodox academy of magicians. Since ancient times, they have been working hard to pass down 'mysticism' and nurture generation after generation of magicians. It's said that there are twelve disciplines in the Magician's Association, and the person in charge of each discipline is the ruling class, the twelve 'Monarchs' who stand at the top of the Magician's Association. "
"Oh? How do you know? "
"I'm a descendant of the Pendragon Family. Part of the legends and information about the Magician's Association are passed down in my family. Today is the first time I've met a 'Monarch'. "
Barthamero Dylan pushed the frame of his glasses up the bridge of his nose and stared at Miriam, who was a few meters away. His green eyes flashed with an inexplicable light. He smiled slightly and said, "Miriam Artoria the Tenth Pendragon, we finally meet."
"You know me?"
Miriam's ahoge quivered.
The blonde young man, Barthamero Dylan, shook his head slightly. "No, but you might not know. The Pendragon Family has a deep relationship with the Magician's Association."
While they were having a short conversation.
Cyberbras was like a real butler. She elegantly pushed a dining cart and stepped into the VIP room again.
After opening the semi-circular stainless steel lid, steaming black tea and exquisite desserts were served to the guests.
"I won't stand on ceremony!"
Although Miriam said that, she moved faster than anyone else. Her ahoge quivered as if she recognized the delicacies in front of her and started eating.
Cyberras was standing beside Bartholomew Dylan again, like a silent shadow.
"Artoria … the Tenth." Barthamero Dylan smiled and said, "I already know about your request from your letter."
Miriam, who had snow-white cream on the corner of her mouth, raised her head. Her expression was firm as she ate and said, "I sincerely request Monarch Barthamero to take the glory of the Pendragon Family from his body. For this, the Pendragon Family is willing to pay any price."
As she spoke, Miriam pointed at Irin beside her.
Gu Tianqing saw this and covered her mouth as she secretly laughed.
"The 'Avalon' that was lost once again fell into the hands of the Easterners. Ha, what a wonderful coincidence. "Barthamero Dylan whispered to himself. He closed his eyes as if he was considering whether to agree or not. About ten seconds later, Miriam finished the exquisite pastries in front of her. Barthamero Dylan opened his eyes again and said, "Unfortunately, you're too late."
"What!"
Miriam's face was filled with excitement. She did not even care about the pastries. She came here full of hope to find a way to take the 'Avalon' out of Irin's body. She even sent a letter in advance, and the Magician's Association replied that they agreed.
She did not expect that when she brought Irin here, Barthamero Dylan would give her such an answer.
Irin, who was sitting steadily in his seat, quietly put on his ring under the table. He was worried that Miriam would turn against him. Irin did not think that the favorability he gained from Miriam was enough to surpass the "King's Glory."
Irin instantly prepared himself.
Although Miriam was wearing a princess dress, Irin estimated that it would not affect the speed at which she drew her sword at all.
But if they really fought, who was afraid of who?
This wasn't his territory, so Yi Lin wouldn't be restrained.
Even if he blew up this enemy, Irin would not feel the slightest bit of heartache.
"But," Barthamero Dylan's tone changed, and he smiled. "It's not completely impossible."
Miriam calmed down. She also felt that her reaction was a little too intense. She softly apologized and sat down again.
At that moment, Cyberras, who was standing next to Barthamero Dylan, leaned over and whispered something into the young man's ear.
The young man nodded. "It's getting late. The reason is too complicated. Tomorrow, I will explain it to you personally."
After Barthamero Dylan finished speaking, he yawned. He looked exhausted.
The hour hand and the minute hand of the clock coincided, and it was fixed at midnight.
"Please wait for a moment. I will arrange a place for the three of you to rest."
After Cyberras said this, he pushed Barthamero Dylan and prepared to leave.
Before they left.
Barthamero Dylan suddenly seemed to remember something and reminded them. "There are many hidden magic mechanisms in the clock tower. If those who do not know about it run around in the clock tower, it is very likely that they will trigger the magic mechanisms and be in danger. I hope that the three of you will be careful."
Irin patted Gu Tianqing's shoulder expressionlessly and advised her. "Did you hear that? Behave yourself. Don't run around."
Gu Tianqing was speechless.
Miriam's mood could be said to be fluctuating. She was a little upset, and her ahoge drooped.
After sending Lord Barthamero away, Cyberras arranged a place for the three of them to stay. They still walked to the seemingly endless corridor, knocked on the wall, and arranged a room for each of them. Irin found that there were indeed many rooms hidden on both sides of the corridor, but on the surface, he could not see the location of the door. It was very mysterious. Irin secretly speculated that this might be the secret of "magic." He became more and more interested in this "technology."
The decoration of the room was very high-end. Irin lay alone on the soft bed and fell into deep thought.
Time ticked by.
At two o 'clock in the morning.
Irin suddenly opened his eyes.
"You should have guessed that I wouldn't be so honest, right? Barthamero Dylan. "
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