The Britannia Museum, this is a fascinating place.

Here, you can see mummies that have been sleeping on the banks of the Nile for thousands of years, broken stone tablets inscribed with ancient vicissitudes, exquisite gold masks, and ancient frescoes with unique charms.

Here, you can see the pictures of ladies depicted in ink, the bronze ancient swords that still shine today, the graceful and luxurious Tang Sancai, the ice and jade Hutian kilns, and the ancient scriptures depicted on plain silk.

"Of course, we all know that none of these things are clean, and every stone carving is full of lust. Look, every silver coin is full of filth. Although in terms of nationality, I should not point fingers at the museums of my own country, but in terms of blood, I am still relatively close to the Celestial Empire, at least the things displayed in the museums there are basically obtained by myself from the ground, ancient buildings, and ordinary people, and basically there are no international disputes. ”

"Of course, the civil dispute has never been broken." Lynn said.

By this time, the three of Lynn had already arrived at the British Museum, and the three of them avoided the crowds and came to an inconspicuous old wooden gate.

The gate was cast with the highest level of suggestive magic, and all ordinary people who saw it would subconsciously ignore it, and their eyes would only be fixed on the rough stone sculpture in the form of a gargoylum snoring on the left side of the gate and bubbling on the nose, and the mustache on the right side of the gate with a frowning eyebrow and eyebrow praising women's stockings in thirty-two English dialects - of course, there was also a hint of magic on it, and they could only see hideous statues and solemn nobles.

Pushing open the ancient gate and stepping into the real headquarters of the watch tower, which ordinary people would never be able to step into in their lifetime, the scene in front of you changes in an instant.

The noisy voices of the tourists who came to see the antiquities behind them became like mosquitoes, as if an invisible soundproof wall was erected outside the gate, and the three of them stepped over the wall, leaving the [modern] behind and ushering in the [mystery].

Unlike the opulence of the outside, the inside of the gate is full of ancient traces, and the stone walls are obliquely planted with dozens of Gubrai fires, which have been cast with eternal magic to make it burn forever. This almost lost craft is still in the hands of the Inheritance (VI) department, which can only be seen in the main part of the watch tower.

The air was filled with a strange scent of smoke, the figures in the paintings on the walls were whispering, the empty stone hall was rarely moved, and a young woman in a hood was sitting boredly behind an old-looking wooden table, holding a tablet.

Rin Tosaka handed one end of the chain to the maid, walked to the table and knocked on the wooden table: "Kuntina, help me open the passage to the second floor." ”

The young woman named Quintina took out a delicate black quill and gently scratched it over the lines of the wooden table according to certain rules, and then she said without raising her head, "Okay, go to the Ipsilon (ε) Gate, Rin, your movements are a little slow, and the adults should have been waiting for a long time." ”

"Ah, because something was delayed." Rin Tosaka didn't elaborate on this topic, "How many adults are you talking about?" How many people went? ”

"Ah, yes." Quintina raised her eyelids and swept over the three of them, pausing for a moment on Lynn, who was tied up to play.

"There's the director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation in the Department of Law and Politics (XIII), whether it's a glasses boy named Percy or spinach, anyway, that red hair must be from the Weasley family, and a girl with thick-bottomed eyes in the Department of Mysteries of the Department of Law and Politics (XIII), I don't know the name or something, she didn't say anything, until she maintained the style of the 'Silent Man', and finally it was Barthomero of the Individual Foundation (II.) department. Lord Lorelei, she entered with a large, terrifying greatsword, and she looked murderous. ”

"Barsermelo. Lorelei? A playful smile appeared on the corner of Lynn's mouth, "Balloe, did you bring that thing?" ”

The maid nodded slightly.

"Very good, very good" An inexplicable glint flashed in Lynn's eyes, "It's been a long time, it's been a long time"

"Keep up, Ballogo." Rin Tosaka waved to the maid, "Let's go through the Ipsi Dragon (ε) gate. ”

The central base of the tower is the basement of the British Museum, and the underground of the "otherworldly" building is the workshop and the library for the magicians' research.

Because it's "otherworldly", if you want to get in, you have to go through a special way.

The wooden table with the limited function of the second magic was made by the jewel man himself, and it was connected to the twelve stone doors that could lead to the "other world" on the forty-fourth floor. Only magicians who have been selected for training will be able to manipulate the twelve gates to connect to the "otherworld" underground, allowing them to enter from the outside.

Not like the Ministry of Magic, where every visitor is registered, but no one can enter without going through Quintina.

Gain, Quintina. Carmen, she is a great magician whose strength is comparable to that of a young dragon.

Twelve stone doors were embedded in the walls of the hall, and as Lynn and the three slowly walked through the stone doors, Quintina put down the tablet in her hand.

"Helsin's smile just now is very wrong, I guess he is going to do something again, but unfortunately divination is of little use to him, but there should be no problem, His Excellency Jewel Weng is there." "Whatever, when the sky falls, there is the dean on it, and the dean can't stand the jewel, I still watch my "House of Cards". Muttering slightly, Quintina picked up her tablet again, immersed in the White House.

Quintina's feminine instincts were the first to notice something was wrong, but she and Lynn weren't too familiar to know what that playful smile meant

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"Blackmail?"

Barthomero. Lorelei didn't expect that as soon as Lynn came in, she took a compass-shaped thing from the maid's hand, and ran to her and named her to blackmail her.

She looked at Lynn with a stunned expression, her beautiful brown eyes kept fluctuating, it was probably the first time that the queen of the clock tower had been threatened in person like this, and the distance between the two was less than half a meter.

"That's right, it's blackmail." Lynn nodded affirmatively, and kept looking at Barsermero. On the greatsword that Lorelei was carrying behind her.

I haven't seen that sword before, but it looks like a cow [beep~].

After looking at it for a moment, Lynn withdrew her gaze and lifted the compass-like thing.

"This thing is the opening mechanism of the aether bomb, I spent three years buried in various places in the twelve departments of the Hour Tower, a total of three hundred and fifty-seven, the power is not as powerful as C4, but it is enough to trigger a riot in the leylines under each department, at least it can make most departments of the Hour Tower collapse." Lynn smiled brightly, as if he was talking not about a bomb but a cookie.

"Hey, Lynn, you've figured it out, you're standing in the second magician's office right now, surrounded by a magician, two great magicians, and three magicians as your enemies." It was El Melois II, who had been in the office before, and now he was frowning and saying in a rather serious voice: "Even if you don't have a good opinion of the Clock Tower, you need to be clear about your chances of success." ”

Although Elmelois II's strength is not as strong as that of the Great Magician, every time he explains to others, he will proudly say that he is the Great Magician.

"It's 100 percent likely." Lynn didn't hesitate to say, "Barthomelo. Lorelai's speed is not as fast as venom, it only takes a few milliseconds for it to change from a sleeve to a tentacle, and a few other people can ignore it, and even if the old man uses the method, he can't stop it - I added a trigger device to this switch, as long as you feel the old man's magic within a radius of fifty meters, it will be turned on immediately, and you don't want to analyze this structure, its shell is a layer of unresolved otherworldly things, if you use magic theory to analyze its existence, it will be mentally polluted, okay, I said it's too late. ”

Lynn looked at Al Meloy II, who had fallen to the floor in a daze, and sighed with regret.

Elmeloy II's magic analysis ability is extremely strong, and he is talented from the moment Lynn took out the compass-like mechanism, he subconsciously began to analyze its structure, and then Lynn explained that it was a bomb switch and accelerated the analysis, so it was tragically triggered the effect - unparsed otherworldly things are [poisonous] for magicians.

As the owner of the office, the jewel Wenzelrich, who was also involved in the incident, did not move, even if he was directly called an old man by Lynn, he just smiled, and now he was watching the development of this matter with interest.

His character is such a complex and strange thing as "laughing at the good for the sake of evil indignation", and in this sense, Zelrich is also a naturally crazy old man, and in some ways he is quite similar to Lynn.

The face of the director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, whose name was not remembered by Quintina, became distorted, and he shouted to Lynn, "Lynn. Helsin. Do you know what you're doing, Yogdomirenia! And this unfriendly and even more unpleasant behavior of yours is something we will not tolerate, and the Ministry of Magic will not ignore it, although we have worked together on the construction of the Tower of Hours, but now, on behalf of the Ministry of Magic, I will only say that we will reconsider the position of both sides, and we will reserve the right to react further. You will be responsible for the consequences of this. So you'd better take advantage of the precipice now to get back to the point where things don't get to the point where neither side can contain them. ”

As if he was being annoyed by the official words of the red-haired man named Percy or spinach, Lynn reached out and snapped his fingers, and a miniature octahedral three-dimensional magic array flashed between Lynn's fingers.

The red-haired young director looked back with a sense of feeling, and saw a translucent fist growing larger and larger in his gaze, and then slammed into his gold-rimmed glasses as he panicked and tried to draw his wand.

Then the man who fell to the ground became two.

"Well, I'm saying it again, then." Lynn raised the bomb switch in her hand, and her eyes swept over the thick-bottomed girl with thick-bottomed eyes who had been very non-existent from the beginning and belonged to the Department of Mystery Affairs, and was bound by the chains that came out of the shadow under Lynn's feet as soon as she entered the door, and now cast an apologetic look at Miss Rin Tosaka, who was glaring at her, ignoring the unscrupulous old man who was watching the show, and finally met the queen with cold eyes.

"Hand over the antidote to my troubled mushrooms, as well as enough money to compensate me for the loss of my real estate and research materials, as well as at least 100,000 pounds and compensation for the mental damage of a property in Diagon Alley, by the way, the sword you are carrying behind your back is also part of the compensation, and at least three hundred lost magic books, including formations, medical treatment, totems, and god research, don't fool me with character biographies." You know, nearly one-third of the three hundred and fifty-seven aether bombs are in the Basic (II) department, and I have laid down thirty-five of them in your dwelling, including your bathroom and pet's food box. Don't try to deny me the ability to install it, you can check that the nearest aether bomb is in the illustration on page 213 of A History of Hogwarts that the old man watching the play used to pad his arm! ”

The thick-bottomed girl with no sense of existence took a small step back, the eldest lady who struggled with the chains opened her mouth in astonishment, and the official director who had just gotten up from the ground fell to the ground, while the queen of the clock tower no longer looked cold and arrogant as usual, and raised her iron whip in surprise.

"You're crazy."

"Madman, I think the name heresy suits me better."

PS: Theoretically, this was written yesterday, but I thought about it, so let's send it today.

PS2: If there is no problem at night, there is still a change

PS3: Today's chapter pushes, it's to the wheel, it's the reincarnation of the author of the roaming collector, although I don't know why he opened a new book, but he assured that roaming will not TJ.

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