I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

Temple, see Temple again.

It is not a palace with statues of gods in the secular sense, but in the magical sense, the upper evolution of the magic workshop, a "temple" in another world artificially constructed by the best magicians. The most representative example is the "temple" destroyed by Fujino. The sixty-fourth floor of the Consecration Hall."

Unlike the "Sixty-fourth Floor of the Devotion Hall", this temple was not built by one person, and the construction time was not measured in years.

It took more than ten generations to perfect this temple, spanning centuries, and it finally became the highest masterpiece of magician's "position creation".

This is the home of the first lord of the Clock Tower, the core area of ​​the oldest magic aristocrat, the Bartholomew family, and carries the glory and inheritance of Bartholomew.

From the outside, this is just an ordinary stone room, but once you pass through the door, you will find that there is another world hidden inside.

There is no exaggeration or any rhetorical techniques. The interior of the "temple" is an independent world.

Time slows down; space extends infinitely; the four basic elements of earth, water, fire, and wind are extremely active here; and the rules of the entire world are redefined.

Now, this different world with a history as old as the name of Bartholomew has welcomed a new owner, the contemporary successor of the name of Bartholomew, the aloof Her Majesty the Queen - Bartholomew Lorelea.

Her Majesty the Queen is still dressed in a neutral dress, holding the magic dress that has been with her for many years in her right hand - a short whip.

"wind!"

Accompanying the monosyllabic chant, the girl's magic circuit rotated at high speed, like a roar.

Under the influence of magic power, the air in front of him split to both sides like waves, creating a vacuum.

That's right, vacuum, the real nothingness - Barthemero's secret magic - Vacuum Blade!

The air that was instantly displaced was as destructive as a cannonball, and the air backflow caused by the disappearance of the pressure that created the vacuum caused even more terrible secondary damage.

The result was that all objects within a radius of tens of meters were destroyed, leaving only rubble and rubble.

This is the terrifying power of the highest level wind magic "vacuum blade". Only the lord who inherited the ancient seal of Bartholomew can perform such a terrifying attack.

Barthemero's accumulation and heritage have transcended the limitations of the times. No matter what era they are in, they can stand at the top.

An old man dressed as a butler in a tuxedo walked out of the bunker built in advance and bowed to the girl standing proudly in the mess: "Congratulations, Miss, you have fully adapted to the source seal."

The girl gently brushed aside her long flaxen hair that was messed up by the airflow. There was no sadness or joy on her face that was both delicate and heroic, as if everything just happened was just a matter of course.

"Thank you Mr. Melvin for me, for his wonderful tuning."

"Tune" also has a special meaning in the magic world. The tuner of the music festival adjusts the tone, and the "tuner" of the magic world adjusts the magic seal.

This is a profession that is very rare even in the headquarters of the Magic Association. By naturally intervening in the circulation, the side effects of engraving transplantation are suppressed, allowing the heir's body to adapt to the magic engraving as quickly as possible. A skilled "tune-up lawyer" can even Can repair magic mark damage. It is no exaggeration to say that every bartender is the target of friendship with all the major magician families. Even the lords and nobles are unwilling to offend them.

The Melvin whom Lorelaia mentioned is such a "tune-maker", and he is one of the top "tune-makers" in the UK. Although he is only in his early twenties and has various physical and psychological problems, his excellent "tuning" skills are enough for anyone to ignore his shortcomings. It was under his "tuning" that Lorelaia passed the adaptation period of Origin Imprint in only half a year.

In response to the eldest lady's instructions, the housekeeper bowed his head humbly: "Yes, eldest lady, I will definitely convey it to you."

"What time is it now?" There is no sun, moon or stars in the other world, so Lorelaia cannot judge the time through the environment.

"14:32." The butler replied.

"Arrange a car for me, I want to go out."

Upon hearing this request, the housekeeper suddenly showed a troubled expression: "But Miss, Lord and several other Your Excellencies asked you to go to the meeting hall immediately after completing the adaptive training."

"Let them wait!" Lorelaia raised her slender eyebrows, and the queen was full of momentum. "Since I have inherited the seal of origin, then I am the current Barthemero. Even if I have not officially taken over as the lord, they You have no right to tell me what to do."

The Bartholomew family has a special environment. The feelings between family members are very indifferent, and there is no so-called order of elders and younger ones. There are only differences in ability and status. Now, although Lorelea has not been "crowned", she is already a king. With the presence of the top of Bartholomew.

"Do it immediately."

"Yes, Miss!" The housekeeper did not dare to persuade her anymore and could only follow the order, "Where are you going, Miss?"

"Outskirts, where the Clone Brigade is stationed." After saying that, Lorelaia took steps towards the exit of the "temple".

Behind her, the old man who had watched her grow up sighed inaudibly.

"We need to inform your Excellencies as soon as possible to prevent the eldest lady from making wrong decisions."

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At this time, the Clone team was in a crazy state, frantically searching for information, frantically training, and – frantically burning money.

Since receiving the news of the captain's disappearance, every member has become silent, and then involuntarily entered this state.

The captain chose to face the terrifying "White Winged Lord" alone because they were useless. So before the captain comes back and before the next mission, they must become useful and can no longer hold back the captain.

It is better to double the team training and double the self-training. It is better to train until you are unconscious or injured than to drag down your companions on the battlefield. If you don’t break out in silence, you will perish in silence.

When Lorelaiya entered the training ground, she saw such a crazy scene.

"This situation is not right."

Although the previous Clone team also worked very hard in training, they definitely did not have this tragic feeling of risking their lives.

Something must have happened, thinking so, Lorelaia released her magic power.

Feeling the familiar magic power, "Chariot" immediately stopped the training and led everyone to line up in front of Lorelaia.

"Miss, you - have you officially inherited the source seal?"

"Yes." Lorelaia nodded lightly.

"Congratulations, Miss."

"Forget the meaningless blessings." Lorelaia raised her hand to stop everyone who wanted to speak, "Where is the 'God of Death'? Where is he?"

No one answered, no one even looked at Lorelaiya. The entire training ground was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

The sudden silence cast a shadow over Loreleia's originally bright mood: "Why don't you speak anymore? 'Judgment', you tell me."

After being called "Judgment", he raised his head, with a half-wry smile and half-confusion on his face: "Miss, you don't know?"

"I don't know, I came here directly after training." Lorelaiya shook her head, "What happened?"

"In the last mission, we encountered Ottenrose. In order for us to retreat, the captain left Duan Hou alone. His whereabouts are still unknown."

"!!!"