Chapter 262

"It hasn't started yet... Let me check the schedule." Olgamari picked up the schedule on her seat and began to check the participants for tonight. "The first match is Unicorn vs. Leo Cub - Oh, the galactic war is too perfect in this place... It's just right, let's bet on Unicorn with the Rose Nebula to defeat the dim Leo Cub."

While Olgamari was waiting for the Galactic War to begin in the Guradu Arena, Kirshtalia in the other hemisphere used magic to set up a live broadcast for herself in the office. After William confirmed that Kirshtalia had handled all the urgent tasks, he threw other tasks aside and went back to his old job to open a Galactic War bet on the dark web.

"A list of people who will advance to the next round..." Kirshtalia moved closer to William and watched the Lord of Crime expertly kick out all the guys he was not ready to "judge" yet from the game, leaving only a few participants. "It's too difficult for all five people to guess correctly, isn't it?"

"It's better to say that the accuracy rate is zero—" William calmly waited for the computer in front of him, which was too backward for Chaldea, to finish loading. He turned his head and glanced at Kirshtalia, "Because Phoenix came to mess things up, the Galactic War was not completed at all. The account 'Spider' should have been cancelled and run away, so it's a good opportunity to use it again."

"It's a good thing that Professor William is Order Evil instead of Chaos Evil." Kirshtalia sighed, but her eyes were attracted by the upcoming galactic war. "Unicorn and Leo... well, even if we don't ask the Lord's results with clairvoyance, just from the perspective of the stars-"

"The brighter the star, the fainter it will be."

When the first ring battle in the Guradu Arena began, Lancermello returned to the Sanctuary - the battle between the candidates for the Pegasus Cloth had ended, and the Pope, who had just handed the Cloth to the winner, was still walking on the empty pure white stairs; but this time Lancermello did not go directly to the Papal Chamber, but came to the Sniwan Strait.

"...I'm late." Lansemero looked at the empty rock prison in front of him, which was almost half submerged by the sea water. He exhaled slowly and smiled lightly, "Well, although I know that I probably won't be able to come here to pick people up after the special point appears, it's really good that there's no one here."

"I think I should pay tribute to the Poseidon of this world." Asclepius sneered.

"I hope that the combat power of Poseidon in this world can be higher than that of ours." Ereshkigal commented sincerely on the battle records of Poseidon in the Chaldea database, "To be honest, it is too embarrassing that Captain Drake plucked a corner of the divine core of the Mechanicus. Can He really be considered a god? It was embarrassing enough that the Holy Grail was taken away by the human Captain Drake in the third anomaly. I didn't expect that the Mechanicus couldn't beat the Servant Captain Drake."

"No, no, no, I'm not a violence lover after all." Lansemero rummaged through the dress in his pocket while talking to the two gods in the depths of consciousness. "Although we said we were going to Northern Europe, let's take a closer look at the specific situation - let the stars tell us where we should break into the territory of Poseidon, the king of the sea."

"You are not considered a violence lover! ? !"

"My suggestion is that you go and beat up Poseidon... No, I'm not questioning your ability." Kirshtalia looked at the world map in front of her delicately, and casually used the rune stone to start fortune-telling. "But you have seen the record of the Bronze Saints entering the sea realm from a certain passage in Northern Europe. Shouldn't we start looking directly from Northern Europe?"

"Before Poseidon starts to provoke Odin, I don't really want to disturb that place in a big way." Lansemero sat on the reef by the sea and used the characteristics of the "earth" to modify his racial characteristics as a fairy. "Speaking of which, William, the information about those ancient families that you and Dieter collected during your business..."

"Is there any family that might be connected to Poseidon?"

"What kind of connection?" William stood up and began to look through the information about various families stored in the bookshelf that had been expanded with magic.

“The King and the Clock Tower… No.” Lansemello, who had already completed the characteristic adjustment, looked at the tide under his feet and gave William the answer, “It’s the relationship between the first magician Yumina and the witch, Kuonji Yuzu—or, the relationship between Avalon Le Fay, who has the qualifications of Grand Saber, and all the fairies in Paradise.”

"...Found it." William pulled out a book from the bookshelf and turned to the last page. "Poseidon was originally sealed in Brugrad by Athena, and was liberated by the son of the Lord of Brugrad after the end of the last holy war. At that time, Dieter was thrown by you to engage in social activities in various European countries..."

"It was Ereshkigal and I who used Athena's tool to reseal Poseidon at that time." Lansemello sighed helplessly, "The only thing to be thankful for at that time was that Poseidon had not yet fully resurrected, and he didn't even have self-awareness - at most he could only be considered an especially strong Shadow Servant."

"Come to think of it, didn't I ask you to find a family that has a connection with Poseidon?"

"I think we should have seen many families with this label." William put the file on the table and pointed out a label on it to Kirshtalia who came quietly over. "Son of Poseidon - represents the characteristics of Poseidon's genealogy. Moreover, this time Poseidon's seal was placed in the sanctuary. I think the probability is still the highest for the family in the Greek Aegean Sea."

"If we could see the past, we wouldn't have to rely on this information to make assumptions."

"Then I can only blame that damn Cairos for messing up the past timeline. The past I can observe only includes the two hundred years straight forward after I arrived in this world." Lansemero pressed his forehead, "and the only time Poseidon was resurrected during this period was when he possessed the body of a person from Brugrad."

"Then let's bet on a family with the attribute of 'Son of Poseidon'." William smiled and proposed to Lansemero, "Do you need me to create an opportunity for you to confirm it? Julian Thoreau began to gradually take over the Thoreau family business after his fifteenth birthday party in March this year. If we invite the Thoreau family in the name of a banquet, it is likely that Julian, who is the next head of the family, will come to the banquet."

"Although it's not a family with a pseudonym like Dieter XI, the current 'Wodam' is also a genuine, wealthy, ancient family with all-round strength."

"Then let's hold a coming-of-age ceremony for our child." Lansemero had already jumped off the reef and sank into the sea to begin to judge the magical environment in the ocean. At the same time, he instructed William to organize a banquet. "It just so happens that Kirsh came to Chaldea at the age of fifteen, and has been busy training as the leader of Group A since then. He has indeed never held a coming-of-age ceremony for him."

"I was almost thirty when I was blank, Lord!" Kirshtalia protested to Lansemello, "They must have seen at a glance that I was over the age limit! Professor William is younger than Mary and me, right!?"

"But the current ruler of 'Wodym' is William." Lansemero looked at the dazzling sun in the sky through the sea water and let himself continue to sink. "Although William's prime was 24 years old, so as a servant he is indeed younger than both of you... But if you can convince Olga to change his surname, it is not impossible to change people."

"But I'd rather not do it - if I stood there, I would definitely be mistaken for a minor."

"And you need an identity that can steadily observe Solo." William pointed out the reality and glanced at Kirshtalia who was thinking about how to convince Olgamari. "It is not appropriate for the protagonist of the banquet to quietly hide in a corner and observe the guests - but now the connection with Chaldea is quite stable. If it doesn't work, we can ask the remaining members for help."

Relying on the social network that Dieter and William had built for the group, and under the impartial supervision of Fujimaru Ritsuka through the communicator screen, Olgamari and Kirshtalia used some magical method to decide who would go to the party to play the role of a young person - after which William quickly prepared the coming-of-age ceremony party, and completed the plan to trick Julian into the party when the world's attention was attracted by the Galactic War hosted by the Gurado Group.

Kirshtalia, whose struggle seemed futile because of the final result, was being dragged by William to customize a formal dress, so their vacant office fell into the hands of Lansemello, who had just finished his ocean exploration. Lansemello was pulling the basic hydrological records of Chaldea on one hand, and the hydrological records of the Atlantic Novel Belt on the other hand, comparing them with the new records he had just collected.

"Poseidon..." Lansemello closed his eyes, put the same parts of the two records together, and told the members of the Chaldea Control Room on the other end of the communication the comparative conclusion, "Let me tell you the conclusion first? The ocean environment here and the environment of the Atlantic Novel Belt can be said to be completely consistent - of course, in terms of the concentration of mystery itself, the Atlantic Novel Belt that has not ended in the Age of Gods has a higher concentration."

"So, what you mean by consistent is that the tides here and the tides in the Atlantic Novel Zone show the same frequency - that is, the frequency of Poseidon's heartbeat." Marisbilly, who was sitting in the director's seat, continued to speak after Lansemello's words, while adding new data to the ocean record file, "Although it is clear that the gods there are all mechanical bodies, it is quite inappropriate to say that they are heartbeats..."

"But 'heartbeat of the gods' - this is the most appropriate description of these tides themselves." Lansemero dragged the record sheet and continued to look down, "The Poseidon in the Atlantic Novel Belt was transformed by Zeus into a mechanical program with only the function of gatekeeping. So although the tides are the frequency of his heartbeat, he no longer has individual consciousness. And the Poseidon here..."

"Well, maybe he hasn't woken up yet - because the ocean here is just like the ocean of Poseidon who has lost his self-consciousness."