Temple, see temple again.
It is not a temple where statues of gods are placed in the secular sense, but in the magical sense, it is the higher evolution of the magic studio. It is a "temple" in another world artificially constructed by the most outstanding magicians. The most representative example is the "Sixty-fourth Floor of the Offering Hall" destroyed by Fujino.
Unlike the "Sixty-four Floors of the Temple of Offering", this temple was not built by one person, and the construction time was not measured in years.
This temple has been perfected by more than a dozen generations, spanning centuries, and finally became the highest masterpiece of the magician's "position construction".
This is the home of the first lord of the Clock Tower, the core area of the oldest magic noble family, the Barthelmero family, and the place that carries the glory and heritage of Barthelmero.
From the outside, this is just an ordinary stone chamber, but once you pass through the door, you will find that there is another world hidden inside.
There is no exaggeration and no rhetoric used. The interior of the "temple" is an independent and different world.
Time slows down; space extends infinitely; the four basic elements of earth, water, fire and wind are extremely active here; the rules of the entire world are redefined.
Now, this strange world with a history as ancient as the name of Barthomello has welcomed a new master, the contemporary successor of the name of Barthomello, the lonely Queen—Barthomello Lorelaya.
Her Majesty the Queen was still dressed in a neutral style, holding in her right hand the magic whip that had accompanied her for many years.
"wind!"
Accompanied by the monosyllabic chant, the girl's magic circuit spun at high speed, like a roar.
Under the influence of magic, the air in front of him split to both sides like waves, creating a vacuum.
That’s right, vacuum, true nothingness—Bathermero’s secret magic, Vacuum Blade!
The air that was instantly expelled had a destructive power no less than that of a cannonball, and the backflow of air 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 several dozen meters were destroyed, leaving only rubble on the ground.
This is the fear of the highest-level wind magic "Vacuum Blade". Only the lord who inherited the ancient source mark of Barthelmero can perform such a terrifying attack.
Bartomero's accumulation and foundation have surpassed the limitations of the times. No matter in which era, they can stand at the top.
An old man dressed in a tuxedo and dressed as a butler walked out of the shelter he had built in advance and bowed to the girl standing proudly in the mess: "Congratulations, young lady, you have completely adapted to the origin mark."
The girl gently pushed aside her flaxen long hair that was messed up by the air current. Her delicate and heroic face showed no emotion, as if everything that had just happened was just natural.
"Thank Mr. Melvin for me for his wonderful tuning."
"Tuning" also has a special meaning in the magic world. The tuners at the music festival adjust the pitch, and the "tuners" in the magic world adjust the magic engraving.
This is a rare profession even in the Magic Association. It uses natural intervention to suppress the side effects of the seal transplantation, allowing the heir's body to adapt to the magic seal as soon as possible. A skilled "tuner" can even repair the damage of the magic seal. It is no exaggeration to say that every tuner is the object of competition among major magician families. Even lords and nobles are unwilling to offend them.
Melvin, whom Lorelaia mentioned, was such a "tuner", and he was a first-class "tuner" in the UK. Although he was only in his early twenties and had various physical and psychological problems, his excellent "tuning" skills were enough to make anyone ignore his shortcomings. It was under his "tuning" that Lorelaia was able to get through the adaptation period of the Source Imprint in just half a year.
In response to the young lady's request, the butler bowed his head humbly: "Yes, young lady, I will definitely convey it to you."
"What time is it now?" There is no sun, moon or stars in this other world, so Lorelaia cannot judge the time by the environment.
"14:32," the butler replied.
"Please arrange a car for me. I need to go out for a while."
Hearing this request, the butler immediately showed an embarrassed expression: "But Miss, the Lord and several other nobles asked you to go to the meeting room immediately after completing the adaptive training..."
"Let them wait!" Lorelaia raised her long eyebrows, and the queen was full of vigor. "Since I have inherited the Seal of the Origin, I am the current Barthelmero. Even if I have not officially taken office as the lord, they have no right to tell me what to do."
The Barthelmero family has a special environment. The feelings between family members are very cold, and there is no so-called order of seniority. There are only differences in ability and status. Although Loreleija has not been "crowned" now, she is already the top of the monarch and Barthelmero.
"Do it immediately."
"Yes, Miss!" The housekeeper dared not persuade him any more and could only obey the order, "Excuse me, where are you going, Miss?"
"In the suburbs, the base of Squadron E." After saying that, Loreleija took a step forward and walked towards the exit of the "Temple".
Behind her, the old man who had watched her grow up sighed imperceptibly.
"We must inform the Excellencies as soon as possible, so that the young lady will not make the wrong decision."
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At this time, Team E was in a frantic state, frantically gathering information, frantically training, and - frantically spending money.
Ever since receiving the news of the captain's disappearance, every member has become silent, and then entered this state at the same time.
The captain chose to face the terrible "White Winged King" alone because they were useless. So before the captain comes back and before the next mission, they must become useful and not hold the captain back anymore.
Double the team training, double the self-training, it is better to train until you are unconscious or injured than to drag down your companions on the battlefield. Either explode in silence or perish in silence.
This was the crazy scene Loreleija saw when she entered the training ground.
"This state is wrong."
Although the E-Team used to train very hard, they definitely did not have this kind of tragic feeling of risking their lives.
Something must have happened, thinking this, Loreleija released her magic power.
Feeling the familiar magic, "Chariot" immediately stopped training and led everyone to line up in front of Loreleija.
"Miss, have you officially inherited the Origin Seal?"
"Yes." Lorelaia nodded lightly.
"Congratulations, Miss."
"Forget about the meaningless blessings." Lorelaia raised her hand to stop everyone who wanted to speak, "What about the God of Death? Where is he?"
No one answered, no one even looked at Lorelaia, and the entire training ground was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
The sudden silence cast a shadow over Lorelaia's bright mood. "Why are you all silent? You go ahead and say the "Judgement."
The one who was named for "judgment" raised his head, with a half bitter smile and half puzzled expression on his face: "Miss, you don't know?"
"I don't know. I came here directly after training." Lorelaia shook her head. "What happened?"
"During the last mission, we encountered Oteng Luoxie. The captain stayed behind to cover our retreat and his whereabouts are still unknown."
"!!!"