This made her unable to help but close her eyes, and she could no longer see anything in the tomb.
Suddenly, a pair of familiar hands picked her up, and the joy and happiness that surged like a spring made Bawan Xi open her eyes.
Through the bright sunlight that shone in from somewhere in the tomb, Bawan Xi saw a familiar face.
Bawan Xi was stunned for a moment, holding the corner of his clothes uneasily, looking at his face carefully, but seemed to be hesitant to speak.
Although we haven't seen each other for three years, the look in his eyes is still as bright as the blue ocean as ever.
It seems like there are some changes, but it also seems like there aren’t. Maybe I’ve grown a little taller, maybe my hair has grown a little longer, maybe, maybe, there are so many possibilities, maybe there are places I haven’t noticed yet…
"Bavan Xi." Favia smiled and said softly, "Long time no see."
"Ah."
She looked at him whom she had not seen for a long time and nodded vigorously.
I was so excited and happy inside, and I told myself many times to calm down, but for some reason, I still wanted to cry.
So the fairy girl, who had been away for a long time, smiled at the silver-haired young man in front of her with tears in her eyes:
"Long time no see, Favia."
"Favia? Another unknown magician?" Barthelmero flicked the whip in his hand. "That's a lot. El-Melloi's intelligence gathering is really poor. What's the matter? They are all the same. They are all rude."
Then, hatred and anger like flames ignited in Barthelmero's emerald eyes, and he continued:
"Are you ready to die, you rude fellow?"
"This is exactly what I want to say to you, Mr. Barthelmero."
Favia put Bawan Xi aside and took a step towards Barthelmero.
As the magical power surged throughout the spirit tomb, the terrifying force squeezed the entire Cave of Nothingness.
At that moment, Barthelmero's sadistic smile froze on his face.
"I am sure that today is a good day for death, for you, Barthelmero."
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228: I want to take them away today (5k)
Heaven and earth seemed to have lost their meaning in that instant, just like the destruction of death falling from the sky.
It was as if infinite magical power was being drawn up, squeezing the entire cave of nothingness.
Even in the spirit tomb, the magic power was very unusual. Needless to say, the quantity was different, and the quality was also completely different.
Barthelmero could clearly feel that this was the magic power closest to the real ether in modern times, and judging from the sheer scale, it was much larger than the more than one hundred layers stacked up to form the Great Magic Circuit developed by the Association so far, and it also condensed an equal or even higher mysterious concentration.
Even if we use numerical values to describe it, it is impossible to imagine how serious it has reached. Barthelmero's body, which should have been blessed by the magic outfit, made obvious sounds, and even his soul level trembled.
Then, the sheer mystery of such incredible magnitude as Favia approached that Barthemero shuddered.
He, who was always conceited, took a step back, sweating profusely, breathing heavily, and almost unable to stand.
"What you are doing now is a challenge to the dignity of the entire Clock Tower! You will be hunted down!"
Amid the pressure of magic, Barthemero forced himself to remain calm, as the surge of magic like a storm seemed to be about to blow away his short orange hair.
"Really? But I want to take them away today. Can you stop me?"
Although Favia didn't know where this spirit tomb came from, since it provided him with power, he would just use it.
In an instant, it was as if all the sounds in the spirit tomb disappeared, and the silver-haired young man's vision was filled with light, as if he was embracing the entire spirit tomb.
Facing the panicked Barthelmero, Favia directly used the simplest force to stop his resistance.
That 'power' instantly transformed into a dark entity, standing there.
On the smooth surface, several rays of light flow along the texture, like some kind of creature, the beauty of the texture is like a magic circuit.
"Qizhi——"
The chanting contains a certain majesty, echoing throughout the place.
"Let heaven and earth lose their meaning in this moment."
It was the phantom of a gigantic beast whose wings were enough to cover the sky and the earth. Even though it was no longer as majestic as before, it was like a black hole born from the ground, flying towards the monarch Barthelmero in front of it. The colors and sounds disappeared, leaving only the emptiness and the afterglow of the myth.
"You rude fellow—"
Barthelmero's speech stopped here.
The power of the spirit tomb devoured Barthelmero, just like it did at the Crown Conference many years ago.
"Goodbye."
After a few seconds, the response from the tomb itself disappeared as if it had never happened.
In the tomb, the only sound was people's breathing, in this brief yet seemingly long silence.
All those who came to rescue Paracelsus were stunned by the sudden change that happened in an instant.
It's unbelievable what I see.
Barthelmero, just died like that?
This pinnacle of contemporary magicians, who was the pride of the Clock Tower, came to an end in the tomb of the spirits at the Clock Tower's headquarters?
Or was this some kind of illusion? Was Barthelmero actually alive?
Or is it true?
Bawan Xi, the hunters, Machili, Paracelsus, and even the legal and political personnel who had just arrived were all stunned where they were.
Although I couldn't understand it, all I felt was a certain astonishment and shock.
Favia stood before Paracelsus and helped him untie the clock tower.
"Come on, let's leave London together."
The silver-haired young man sighed and turned away.
As he and the people following him left, even the people from the Law and Politics Department who arrived right after them made way for them.
For the people in the Law and Politics Department, Paracelsus' rescue was not really big news. After all, in their opinion, it was not even a seal designation. The most important thing was the news that 'Barthelmero was dead'.
At the same time, their first reaction was not shock, but absurdity.
After all, he is one of the three great nobles, the pinnacle of contemporary magicians, and the monarch of the Law and Politics Department...
However, although they were extremely surprised, the staff of the Law and Politics Department still reported it first to see the reactions of the major monarchs.
Afterwards, upon learning that Barthelmero's monarch had died again, an emergency meeting of the Crown within the Clock Tower was held.
"According to the confirmed information, Barthelmero is confirmed dead, and Paracelsus was successfully rescued by a magician named Favia."
About twenty minutes later, during the report of the urgently convened Crown Council, Lord Baruyereta, one of the three great nobles, finished his report and quietly waited for a response.
In silence, everyone nodded silently.
On the opposite side, the monarch of El-Melloi lowered his head, as if thinking about something.
"So, who do you think is responsible for this accident? This time is not like last time. There are too many people who saw it."
Baruyereta asked, and as the leader of the aristocratic faction that suffered the most losses so far, his words were the opinions of half of the monarchs.
Lord El-Melloi raised his chin, finding it very interesting.
"Oh, responsibility. I'm also curious about whose responsibility this is."
"Humph, Paracelsus is from your El-Melloi, right? Not only did he cause the mysterious leak, but he also teamed up with outsiders to try to undermine the Clock Tower's foundation. Do you El-Melloi want to betray the entire Clock Tower..."
Baruyereta did not hide his hostility and became more and more excited as he spoke. In contrast, El-Melloi, who was glaring at him, shrugged.
"Well, Paracelsus did belong to El-Melloi before, but it's too far-fetched to say that we are accomplices just based on this. Basically, I agreed to the request to arrest Paracelsus before. Moreover, it was obviously just an insignificant prisoner, so why did Barthelmero go to guard him personally? Why didn't he tell us? Did he deliberately want to get some information that would be beneficial to you from him?"
The attack and defense of the meeting accelerated further. In order to present the advantages and disadvantages on the scene, the invisible scale kept tilting frequently and shaking without stopping for a moment...but in the end it would only turn into a balance.
In fact, there were several different opinions among the three great nobles and within El-Melloi.
Some monarchs directly demanded that the Observatory Karion be forced to issue and dispatch the Seal Designation Executors of the Seal Designation Bureau to carry out the Seal Designation Operation.
Some monarchs felt that this was not possible. Barthelmero was dead, and he died in the tomb of the spirits. Sealing the designated bureau would be like sending oneself to death.
However, some monarchs felt that...something had to be done to show their support, otherwise they would lose face if they behaved like the church did hundreds of years ago.
More monarchs did not express their opinions.
But it is undeniable that the monarchs of the Messenger Tower probably experienced the reaction of the Templar Church when the "Avignon Prisoner" occurred.
"I suggest that we just pretend that this incident never happened and nothing happened."
A monarch suddenly made an opinion during the quarrel between El-Melloi and Baruyereta.
"Why? This might not be a good idea."
"According to the intelligence we just received, the group left London on a ship provided by the church."
The monarchs who learned of this information looked at each other in dismay.
Since this was the work of the church, how should we put it? Judging from the current situation, they really don't dare to force the church too hard, because they still have to rely on the church's headquarters in Rome to resist the invasion of the sorcery organizations in the Ottoman Empire. Although the new pope is a man of lofty faith, in their opinion, there is no guarantee that he will become the same as previous generations.
"Okay, I agree, everyone should do this."
After a brief silence, the Lord of El-Melloi managed to squeeze out a voice and spoke slowly.
"Just pretend that this incident never happened. The death of Barthelmero was originally known only to the monarch and some related people. No more than ten people from the Law and Politics Department witnessed it with their own eyes, and they are all in prison now. As long as we all keep silent and insist that this incident never happened, there will be no problem. It's not like the captured pope who was seen by the whole of France... Vote."
Afterwards, the monarchs voted to approve this move, and since the El-Melloi faction, the three noble factions, and the Heritage Department all unanimously decided to "pretend that it never happened," at least on this sudden incident, the Clock Tower became very united, which was very rare.
So, the content of this meeting about the Grand Council that brought disgrace to the Clock Tower is as follows—
'Paracelsus has made great contributions and deserves to be rewarded, but because he violated the Clock Tower's inviolable principles, his merits and demerits are offset, and he is expelled from London and is never allowed to return to the Clock Tower again. He is no longer a member of the Clock Tower's staff.'
The incident of "Barthelmero being killed in the tomb" was treated as if it had never happened. However, even though it was treated as if it had never happened, it was still real.
Therefore, the three noble families are continuing to investigate to see if they can recruit him. This is probably what they are thinking.
As for the El-Melloi family, their monarch had no such idea at all.
"The church is actually involved..."
After the Grand Council meeting ended, the Lord of El-Melloi sighed softly and looked out the window.
When she thought about the fact that Barthelmero had died just like that, and that one of the most powerful families among the three noble families had lost two monarchs in just a few years, and that it would take at least a dozen years for the next one to appear, she couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth slightly.
What's more, she made the right bet. Although Paracelsus was not rescued by Bawan Xi, judging by the result, being rescued was enough.
After all, if it wasn't for her instructions, how could some of the magician team responsible for imprisoning Paracelsus agree to Bawan Xi's request to assist?
Although some of it is indeed voluntary.
"Well, whatever, let him be."
She leaned back in her chair and yawned, taking the time to rest before the next batch of documents came in.
"As long as he remembers that he is from El-Melloi."
........
In short, the death of Barthemero was buried in the clock tower and did not cause any ripples.
Three months later, at the port of Seville, Spain.
As the inner port and shipbuilding base of Spain during its heyday, Seville had a strong shipbuilding industry, providing strong support for Spain's overseas expansion.
After all, Spain was at the peak of the Age of Discovery at this moment, competing fiercely with countries like Portugal at sea. Navigators such as Magellan set out from ports like Seville to carry out their journeys of exploration and conquest.
The unique warm breeze of the morning blew across the flags fluttering in the harbor. Under the clear sky, ships gathered and people were bustling around. The sound of waves hitting the embankment, the sound of sailors loading cargo into the cabins, the voices of merchants and passers-by shuttling back and forth on the shore were intertwined together. For a moment, the place was bustling with noise and excitement.
"Then, send it here."
At the harbor, the sea breeze blows for what seems like an eternity.
When it is gentle, it is like a lover's whisper, blowing across your cheeks, bringing a fresh breath of ocean; when it is violent, it is like a violent beast, rolling up layers of huge waves, hitting the rocks on the shore, making a deafening roar.
Meanwhile, Favia, who was about to board the ship she and Bawan Xi had built together, smiled at Paracelsus and others who had come to see her off.
After he brought everyone from London to France on a ship provided by the church, and went to Rome to discuss with the current Pope Julius and settle Paracelsus and Machili, he planned to follow the instructions given by the broken key on his chest and go to the other side of the Atlantic.
