An hour later.
Three o 'clock in the morning.
Irin sat on the top of the clock tower, yawning as he looked down at the city.
"City."
That's right.
Compared to the so-called "academy" and "association", Yi Lin felt that it was more appropriate to use the term "city" to describe the building that was built with the clock tower as its core.
The Magician's Association was surrounded by mountains.
The undulating mountains provided a natural barrier for this mysterious place.
When he came, Irin felt that it was strange.
There seemed to be some kind of illusion around the Magician's Association.
From afar, it was clearly a mountain.
But when Cyberras walked out, Irin looked up and saw the clock tower.
"Is this also a magic trick?"
After spending an hour, Irin roughly walked around the entire Magician's Association.
It was late at night. Other than a few staff members in black suits patrolling the corridor with a lamp, Irin did not see anyone else.
The night was Irin's best protection.
Irin even suspected that the Magician's Association had deliberately set up the structure of the entire Magician's Association in many of the traffic routes so that Irin could explore without any pressure. It was as if he was strolling in his own backyard.
The Magician's Association's area was much larger than Irin had imagined.
The place where the Clock Tower was located, according to the roadside map, was only "one of the twelve disciplines" of the Magician's Association.
The twelve subjects were — General Foundation, Individual Foundation, Spirit Descent, Mineral Sciences, Zoology, Inheritance, Botany, Natural Body, Creation, Curses, Archaeology, and Modern Magic.
The rest of the disciplines were hidden in various forms within London, underground or in buildings. It was like a "city within a city".
And in the dark, there were many hidden passages that connected these twelve disciplines, connecting the entire Magician's Association.
The strange thing was that many of the passages were marked with an "x", as if they were not in use.
In other words, the Magician's Association's territory was the entire city of London.
He had heard from Miriam that her Knight's Alliance's base was also on the outskirts of London. However, it was some distance away from the Clock Tower.
The foundation of the Knight's Alliance's base was the ancestral home of Pendragon, which was also the place where their ancestors died in battle. In the ancestral teachings of the Pendragon Family, that hill was called the "Hill of the King's Fall". This was the information that the Irin had obtained from the ahoge after using her ultimate method, the temptation of delicious food.
In just one day, Irin had discovered the Knight King's fatal weakness: in front of irresistible delicacies, her IQ would drop to a level slightly lower than that of an ordinary person.
"If the Magician's Association is as big as it seems on the surface, the Knight's Alliance wouldn't be the second strongest guild in the world. It seems that my speculation was correct. "
Irin took out a piece of soul cuisine, [Seaweed Cookie with Flowers], and started eating it happily on the clock tower as if there was no one around.
Irin did not eat the supper just now as she was worried that something was hidden in it.
He was a little hungry now.
Let's not talk about the other subjects for now.
This was the "classroom" for the first subject of the Magician's Association.
The buildings were arranged in picturesque disorder.
Intricate corridors connected these classrooms.
Between the buildings, there were tree-lined paths and human-shaped relief fountains that were cleverly carved. It looked like a meticulously arranged park.
Street lamps were scattered all over the place in the dark night.
At a glance, Irin could not figure out where these corridors led to. The route was too complicated.
And the places marked on the map were limited. Irin found that some of the hidden structures that Irin found during his exploration were not marked on the map.
When he was bathing, Irin sent three little female spirits to explore through the walls.
He found that there were many places that seemed to be set up with invisible barriers that were clearly visible under the spirit's vision. It was covered with patterns that Irin could not understand.
Irin did not rashly break through those invisible barriers without understanding them.
In this Clock Tower, "magic" was everywhere, and everything here was constructed.
'Magic' was like gears that were running in the clock tower without any hindrance.
Irin only glimpsed a corner of this new system and could not help but be addicted to it. Otherwise, Irin would not have spent an hour just exploring. Irin spent a lot of time studying the structure of magic. Speaking of which, some of the patterns that Irin accidentally saw were somewhat similar to the alchemy books that Irin borrowed from Xing Fei.
According to Xing Fei, Europe was also the birthplace of ancient alchemy.
"Under the premise of not 'alarming' them, I can only explore here for now," Irin said as he glanced at a slightly old building and chuckled softly in the dark. The next second, his body moved, turned into a shadow, and disappeared.
The night was silent.
In an unfamiliar environment, nothing exciting happened.
The next day.
The sun was high in the sky.
Irin slept until he woke up naturally.
The sound of women's voices came from outside the window.
The wardrobe in the guest room was also filled with various styles of European clothing.
Irin chose a relatively low-key white shirt and casually unbuttoned the top two buttons. Irin dressed, washed up, and walked out of the room.
Cyberras was already waiting outside the door.
When Irin walked out, Cyberras did not complain at all. He said calmly, "Lord Monarch is already waiting for the three of you in the VIP room."
From the outside, the corridor was twisted and twisted, but inside, it was a straight corridor with no end in sight. Yi Lin clicked his tongue in wonder at such a seamless camouflage.
When he came to the VIP room, as expected, the blonde young man was already sitting in a wheelchair.
At the corresponding position of the dining table, high-end silver cutlery and delicate plates were neatly placed.
On the plates, there were scrambled eggs, grilled tomatoes, sausages, bacon, soy beans in tomato sauce, fried potatoes, buttered toast, and croissants. There was only a little of each, and there was a variety of food without looking bloated. They were placed on the clean plates, and thick mushroom juice was evenly poured over the food.
The corresponding main dish was a bowl of fragrant oatmeal.
"The colors are perfect, and the taste is perfect. You have a very good chef."
Irin did not hesitate to praise.
As the saying goes, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. Irin did not hesitate this time. He put on a white scarf, raised his knife and fork, and prepared to eat.
Cyberras' voice came from behind him. "Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Irin. Would you like milk, juice, coffee, or breakfast tea? "
"Breakfast tea, thank you."
This was a traditional and classic English breakfast. It was very authentic. As a soul gourmet, Irin could tell with a simple glance that a lot of effort had been put into the preparation of these ingredients. They were worth tasting.
As for the proud and elegant Knight King, Miriam Artoria the Tenth Pendragon, she had already buried her head in her food a few minutes ago and started eating silently. While Cyberras was serving the tea, half of the food on Miriam's plate disappeared mysteriously like a gust of wind.
"Awesome, awesome, awesome."
Irin looked at Miriam's magical way of eating, which did not lose its elegance, and could not help but give her a thumbs up.
Gu Tianqing was silent at the side, as if she was invisible.
After the sumptuous breakfast.
Cyberras bowed to everyone, then quietly left the room and locked the door.
In the room.
Only one of the Twelve Monarchs, Bathermero Dylan, and Irin were left.
Irin was very curious.
If at this moment, he suddenly took out a gun, what would happen?
Of course, Irin was just thinking about it. It was not against the law.
Bathermero Dylan closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, as if he was thinking about where to start.
The golden-haired young man in the wheelchair fiddled with his blonde bangs from time to time. He felt a chill on his forehead.
After about half a minute of silence.
Bathermero Dylan began to speak.
"The Magician Association has existed since two thousand years ago. It has a long history. We magicians, on the other hand, are mysterious researchers and inheritors of the mysteries. We dedicate our lives and knowledge to the pursuit of knowledge. "
Irin smiled. "I like knowledge."
Bathermero Dylan replied with a smile, "No one dislikes knowledge. In fact, throughout history, the evolution of humans lies in the inheritance and development of knowledge. And the 'mystery' that we study is also a kind of knowledge that is not recognized by most humans. "
"The Magician Association has survived the world's revolution, the impact of technology, and wars in history, and has successfully survived. In fact, the Magician Association once had hidden branches all over the world. "
"Until ten years ago."
The young man sighed softly. He seemed to have thought of something, and his face became even paler. The corners of his mouth curled into a bitter smile. "When 'it' appeared, the Magician Association existed in name only. Now, there is no more Magician Association in the world, only the Clock Tower. "
"And you are the first 'outsiders' to step into the Clock Tower in the past ten years."
Miriam's expression turned solemn, and she said seriously, "It's an honor."
The young man waved his hand, indicating that the Knight King did not need to be polite. His cold gaze fell on Irin. "Guest from the East, do you know what the treasure that belongs to the Pendragon family, Avalon, also known as the 'Distant Utopia' is?"
Miriam and Gu Tianqing's gazes turned to Irin at the same time.
The Knight King's eyes were about to spit fire.
Speaking of which, it was all tears.
"Prop." Irin smiled. "A companion prop that can't be taken off. That's right, epic-level."
As he spoke, Irin and the young monarch looked at each other and observed each other's expressions.
The young man's eyelids drooped. Behind the lenses, the emotions and expression in his eyes were completely hidden.
Bathermero Dylan did not refute Irin's words. He just continued, "It's an 'Archetype Relic'."
Without waiting for Irin and the others to ask.
The young man did not continue to explain what an 'Archetype Relic' was.
"In order to remove an 'Archetype Relic' from the host's body, there was originally a corresponding magic ritual that could be done. However, when 'it' appeared, the 'Archetype Relic' was given a new power. The 'Archetype Relic' became 'Mystery' itself.
"In other words, it's … a prop.
"Mystery is inseparable from the host. It's almost impossible to separate it from the host in any way."
On the side, Miriam heard this and had a complicated expression. Her eyes were filled with murderous intent. Her ahoge drooped down, and her facial features were squeezed together. She looked like she was about to cry. Of course, this was only Irin's interpretation of Miriam's twisted expression. She might even be resisting the urge to draw her sword and cut someone down.
"Almost?"
Under the table, Irin quietly stuffed a card into Miriam's hand. It was a delicacy that Miriam had praised endlessly.
After receiving the soul delicacy, Miriam lowered her head and looked at it. Her eyes lit up. In addition, Irin deliberately asked "almost", which made Miriam calm down again.
Phew …
It was a false alarm.
If Miriam really cut someone down in public, it would be too embarrassing.
"Yes, almost." Barthamelo Dylan's face was expressionless. He looked tired as he continued, "'It' gave the 'Archetype Relic' new power and made the 'Archetype Relic' that exists in the world become 'Mystery' again. Including a certain 'thing' that has always been hidden in the Clock Tower. "
Irin, Gu Tianqing, and Miriam listened quietly.
When Barthamelo Dylan said this, Irin could roughly guess what he was going to say next.
As expected.
The teenager continued.
"That 'thing' has always been sealed in the Clock Tower as a 'research object'. Even ten years ago, when the world changed, the 'Mystery' attribute of that 'thing' was still not enough to restore its power to match the legends.
"Therefore, very few people know of the existence of that 'thing'."
Miriam's face lit up.
Hope had come.
But this joy had just been born. Before it could reach the ground, it was splashed with cold water by Irin.
Irin changed into a comfortable position and leaned against the back of the chair. The knuckles of his right hand gently tapped on the pure silver armrest, making a crisp knocking sound. His other hand habitually picked at the cold, moist dead skin on his forehead. He chuckled and interrupted the monarch teenager. "That thing is gone, right?"
Miriam was dumbfounded.
Gu Tianqing also smiled.
Barthamelo Dylan raised his eyes again. There was a faint surprise in his jade-green eyes. He did not expect that this guest from the East would be able to grasp the key point and guess the truth in such a short time during the conversation.
"Yes, it has been stolen."
"Very good." Irin stood up. "Now things are clear. You, the Clock Tower, should have undergone an unforeseen event ten years ago. It's not hard to guess. When Miriam mentioned that you reject people like 'us', I was thinking about something. "
"Who is' us' referring to?"
"If you think about it carefully, you can guess. It's the only thing we have in common. Then, next, another question has appeared. "
"That is, what kind of impact did the arrival of the Tower of War bring to 'you'?"
"It's nothing more than a group of people being summoned and becoming apostles. Yes, this should be a high probability event because this used to be the Magician's Association that specialized in the study of 'mystery.' Then, here comes the problem. Becoming an apostle is undoubtedly contrary to the purpose of 'pursuing knowledge.' Because an apostle is a kind of existence that directly obtains a certain kind of ability. Without asking for the reason, they can release all kinds of skills with a whoosh. The skills of an apostle are more like magic than the 'magic' you study. "
"It's obvious that in the eyes of a group of 'scholars' who study mystery, 'apostles' are equivalent to aliens. Hey, Miriam, don't look at me like that. I read the emotion of 'surprise' in your ahoge. I don't know much about what happened ten years ago, but I can see that there is only a group of 'non-apostles' left in the Clock Tower now. Or rather, you are all 'rejected people.'
"And, because of a certain reason, you can't easily step out of the Clock Tower. Haha, I found many footprints around the three-way junction, but most of them went inwards. There were no footprints that went outwards. Also, the footprints had traces of being erased. I speculate that during this period of time, the Clock Tower was invaded and was blocked by you. "
"It's very likely that these were left behind by your 'own kind.' In other words, you don't dare to go out at all. You have to guard the Clock Tower as your base. It's more likely that the Clock Tower's territory is only left here. The masters of the Clock Tower, the magicians, are trapped here. Am I right? "
"The above are all my wild guesses. If there's anything wrong with my guess, be sure to point it out."
Irin stood up and looked across the long table at the young monarch in the wheelchair with a smile.
Irin spoke eloquently.
Miriam was dumbfounded.
She … didn't understand.
Irin spoke in one breath and spoke a little fast.
Across the long table.
One of the twelve monarchs, Barthamero Dylan, was silent.
"Clap, clap, clap."
After a moment of silence, Bartholomew Dylan raised his head again and clapped his hands, again, again, again.
"Wonderful."
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