Chapter 251

The conversation, which was almost like a one-sided questioning, ended quietly in the end - no one would question Lancermello's plan anymore, and all the Gold Saints finally fell silent and turned into meticulous procedures to execute the plan; only Shion and Dohko were still kept in the dark by everyone.

"... Nearly two hundred years is still a bit too long for me."

"Strictly speaking, it's because we've been doing nothing for too long that this period of time seems so long." William, dressed in black like a crow, stood at the entrance of the sanctuary and watched Lansemero jump down from the steps in front of the Aries Palace. "We still have no news here. Did you see them with your own eyes?"

"No, I didn't find it either." Lansemero looked up at William and casually decided on the next action plan for the two of them in a tone as if asking "What are you going to eat today?" "Dieter will stay until the end, and the company will be temporarily handed over to you to manage...ah, and then you have to notify Shion to find the candidates for the thirty-nine constellations--"

"Didn't they say that the Bronze Saint candidates would be given away for free? And the oldest of the Silver Saints shouldn't have been born yet, right?" William raised his eyebrows. The moment he asked, he understood the answer. "Indeed, it's not good for the Sanctuary to be so empty all the time."

"By the way, let's ask them if they have any special arrangements for the next generation's training location." Lansermero opened the teleportation gate of the Mirror magic and confirmed their next route with William. "Go to Northern Europe first? Then go all the way south, and finally find Dieter."

"You can make your own arrangements." William pulled up the brim of his hat with a smile, "What if they find a successor they prefer?"

"That's none of my business. At most, I'll send a message to the Pope to take a look and see if he wants to take it back." Lansemello walked into the portal and stepped onto the land that belonged to Northern Europe. "I'm not responsible for taking the trainees to the Sanctuary. He actually found a place similar to the forest recorded in the Nordic news belt of New Chaldea..."

Like a lit torch, the forest in front of the two people was burning with blue flames - fortunately it was only such a small area, otherwise it would look like the entire mountain range was on fire from a distance.

Lancermello walked into the woods and knocked on the door of the brick house in the woods. While waiting for the door to open, she thought about the distribution of the fairies; she remembered Brunhilde's ever-increasing special attack judgment list of "loved ones"; and there was a flash of the memory of the fairy knight Bedivere, when he and Morgan ravaged the entire UK and swept away everything in the blizzard.

"Looks like I'm the first one." Abelfica opened the door and invited the two of them in. "Would you like to come in and have something hot to drink?"

"If you think it's convenient, I have plenty of time today." Lansemello walked into the room and looked around the overly simple interior decoration. "I thought you would at least use some Aquarius decorations... Do you have any questions for me? Or would you rather listen to me repeat the future arrangements first?"

"I am more accustomed to this kind of environment." Abelfica placed two cups of hot water on the table, sat back in the chair in front of the fireplace, and answered Lansemero in a tone that was more like an elderly person than his appearance. "I want to ask you, why did you arrange for me to find a place with a forest of blue flames as the place of death?"

"In the ancient Norse mythology, there is a place surrounded by flames like this, where the Valkyrie Brunhilde sleeps." Lanser-Mero sat quietly at the table, his back to the flames in the fireplace, and narrated the records held by Chaldea. "And Brunhilde once killed her lover Sigurd. You are very close to Aquarius. I think two hundred years is enough time for you to sort out the contents I have mentioned with his help."

"It was Sigurd who woke Brunhilde from her slumber. Therefore—"

"The one who invaded this forest must be the Valkyrie's beloved." Aphrodite calmly continued Lansemello's words, as if she hadn't noticed the shadow that suddenly appeared behind her. "And Brunhilde was destined to kill her 'beloved'... Am I right?"

"At the same time, only if you die at the hands of the gods will you not be affected by the next story that is about to begin. After all, Sasha has given you Athena's blessing." Lansemero looked at the white mist rising from the cup and said goodbye with a smile, "Goodbye. I hope you have a good dream, Pisces Aphrodite."

At the same time, with the help of William's magic, the Shadow Servants reenacted the story of the Valkyrie killing her loved ones - Ereshkigal, who had lifted the seal again, took in the soul of Aphrodite; Asclepius healed his mortally wounded flesh and body, and used layer upon layer of barrier magic to seal the entire forest together.

"The Cloth will be transported back to the Sanctuary using magic, and we will go to the next stop."

Death always comes quickly, not to mention that this time even the deceased himself participated in the arrangement of his own death - so after Lansemello finished arranging the few people in the Sanctuary, today's time had not even passed halfway.

So Lancermello went through the appointment process normally, and walked in with William through the main entrance of the group building to meet Dieter, who was still busy like a spinning top.

"Do you know, William?" While waiting for Dieter to finish the document, Lansemero talked to William about something that happened in the distant past. "In fact, Chaldea's work schedule also required appointments in the past - yes, every job and every employee required an appointment."

"It sounds a bit troublesome." William gave an objective assessment. "If it is normal to have an appointment for a meeting with the director, then it is a bit troublesome to have to make an appointment for every job arrangement - but this is obviously not the case in Chaldea now... Is it because of the explosion in the control room?"

"It was even earlier - but I usually don't make appointments for work myself. I just look at where the staff is short of people and decide where Maris will put me." Lansemero used magic to create an environment suitable for the two of them to talk. "The appointment system was cancelled after Maris died - the funniest thing is..."

"The day Maris died was also the first time I used the appointment system to schedule a conversation with him - generally speaking, I was more used to talking to him directly while waiting for the results of the experiment, rather than more formally. But he died during the last conversation that day."

"...I hope today won't be the same." William smiled helplessly, "If it turns out to be like this, even I would be troubled."

"How long do you two plan to sit outside the door?" Dieter, who was obviously still alive, used his microcosm to break the magic barrier that the two used to isolate themselves from the outside world, and looked at them unhappily, "I didn't expect you to leave me last - and to come to see me openly through an external appointment."

"Do you have so much time?"

"It sounds like you are looking forward to your own death." Lansemello sat in a chair by the wall and looked up at Dieter. "You are the one who is looking forward to it the most out of everyone."

"Every day, I work as soon as I open my eyes and work again when I close my eyes. After almost two hundred years of such a life, no one would want to do it." Dieter pushed his glasses calmly, "Especially now that this is my tenth pseudonym - in order to prevent them from calling me by mistake, I have never changed my name. If it were a noble royal family or something, I would be considered Dieter XI now."

"...How long have you stacked your middle names?" Lansemero looked away subtly, but saw eleven identical portraits hanging on the corridor wall. The names below them expanded from the original "Dieter" to the latest super-long version. "I have seen it."

"Well, first of all, please calm down, Mr. Dieter." William turned his eyes away from the long name under the last portrait and said to Dieter with a smile, "In order to prevent being affected by the internal turmoil in the future, all the industries of this group will temporarily pretend to be unrelated to the Sanctuary."

"William is currently in charge of the specific work. Maybe someone else will take over in the future, but let's discuss the scene of your death today." Lansemero stood up and walked into Dieter's office, which was obviously constantly updated with the times. "As written in the previous letter, directly causing your disappearance or death is very detrimental to the needs of the Sanctuary Group to operate this group."

"Yes, so I have the most freedom in choosing the time of my death among all people - especially in the perception of ordinary people, Dieter has already died." Dieter, who was so meticulous that he even held a funeral for each pseudonym, sat behind the desk and watched Lansemello and William sit down on the sofa for receiving guests. "The name 'Deter' is a clear symbol that ties this group to the Sanctuary..."

"So, before you die, we have to stage a group handover." William sat alone in the middle of the double sofa, and slowly explained his plan as if he was doing criminal counseling in the past. "Of course it can't be a peaceful handover - let me think about it... What if you are forced to take it away by a larger noble group?"

"I have no opinion on this, but can you really create a larger noble group to suppress and seize the scene of this group?" Dieter sighed and looked at the two people holding teacups. "In the past two hundred years, this group is no longer the kind of existence that can be closed down for any reason--"

"The nobility will yield to the older nobility with more wealth - if you can act."

Lansemello and William laughed together at the thought of a world-famous earl who was more famous for his superb acting skills than his Golden Rule A.

"And fortunately, William was of noble birth."

"But when it comes to antiquity and hoarding wealth, our family isn't the best." William sighed helplessly and put down his teacup. "But I personally have some experience in acting - at least it's enough to fool most people. Also, don't worry that I will use the family crest - after all, it has been loaned to the Holy Land, and I haven't asked you to stop using it."

“So, this time the emblem is one with olive leaves surrounding it.”