Gloucester

Inside the hall, Morgan looked at the three large clocks before him with a satisfied expression: the Bell of Orkney, the Bell of Norwich, and the Bell of Salisbury. Half of the requirement for six clocks had been fulfilled.

Melusine also looked at the Bell of Norwich in front of her with some surprise, which should have been destroyed long ago. A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and then she recalled her encounter with Bai Mo in the Bell-Striking Hall.

"So the Bell of Norwich was already taken back then... His Majesty really acted quickly."

"Luckily, we acted quickly enough, otherwise Aurora would have destroyed the Bell of Norwich."

Bai Mo remarked with considerable emotion that when he learned that Aurora had taken the Clan Bell back not to increase her influence, but simply to take a look and then destroy it, he was extremely glad that he had taken the thing.

"That's true. If the Clan Bell had really been destroyed, I would have no face to see you." Melusine said with a sigh of relief, her heart also filled with relief.

Recalling Aurora's actions, Bai Mo felt a chill run down his spine.

This woman is amazing; she never considered the immense trouble that would ensue if the Clan Bell were truly destroyed.

Stupid people are far more terrifying than bad people. It's like someone pointing a gun at the president; at least the president can think about what he wants, how to negotiate, and how to mediate.

Because the actions of bad people are logical and understandable, but those of stupid people are incomprehensible; such people will do things beyond their own imagination.

If we reverse the scenario above, and the finger on the trigger isn't a human, but a monkey, then the president can only pray to God that the electrons in this guy's brain won't cause any sparks.

To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that Lancelot was still repaying a debt of gratitude, Bai Mo would have already been thinking of going to Salisbury and killing Aurora.

Speaking of which, how far is that guy going to repay his debt of gratitude? He's even taking it to bed now.

He ignored the guy's situation and turned his gaze to the map.

"So, what's the next goal?"

"No need to worry about the Bell of Oxford; Woodwose will hand it over with a single word. The Mirror Clan... let's ignore that for now. Our priority should be the Wing Clan's Clan Bell."

Morgan pointed to the spot in Gloucester.

"Then, let me explain it to everyone." Koyanskaya volunteered for the task. She could worry about the future later; at least until Britain was destroyed, acting alongside Bai Mo was the right thing to do.

Gloucester, the home of the Wing Clan. Although it is called the home, in reality, there is only one Wing Clan fairy left in the entire Gloucester: Muryan.

This is why all clans in Gloucester are accepting of each other, and there is no racial discrimination. At the same time, Gloucester also has a large number of treasures that have drifted from the Pan-Human History, making it one of the top commercial centers in the Fairy Britain.

The most famous of these is the Gloucester auction.

"And coincidentally, I have some inside information. Two days later, Muryan prepared an item for auction: their Clan Bell."

Koyanskaya looked certain, and Bai Mo and the others didn't press her about the source of her information, but they were somewhat skeptical about the auction under these circumstances.

"Now that the Morgan Pound is practically worthless, how can they still hold auctions?"

"With the economy in such a dire state, formal auctions are indeed impossible, so Muryan's auction will require a barter system..."

Koyanskaya flashed a sly smile and pushed up her glasses.

"There are absolutely no restrictions, whether it's wealth, territory, army, or even going to extremes. It's practically an abyss of depravity, yet it brings pleasure."

The entire auction had only one requirement: participants must be the Child of Prophecy from their respective cities or villages.

Clearly, Caster's ringing of the bell has triggered a series of chain reactions. Since Morgan's disappearance, various cities and clans have put forward their own Child of Prophecy, but so far none have been rang.

But when Caster rang the Bell of Orkney, he sent a signal: now among this crowd of self-proclaimed Child of Prophecy of Britain, a true one had infiltrated.

Perhaps they were too to bear the torment of the recent Calamity, or perhaps the friction between the northern Clan of the King had intensified during this period. In any case, these fairies seemed to have discovered that while they were having a great time in Morgan's absence, no one was addressing these national issues.

Therefore, Muryan wanted to choose the true Child of Prophecy, at least to stabilize the political system.

"Should we take a picture of it, or just steal it?"

Ritsuka up her sleeves, looking ready to make a big splash.

"If we just steal it, those guys might come and cause us trouble. New Darlington is full of humans; it's easy for them to target us."

Morgan spoke up, and Bai Mo nodded in agreement, saying, "Currently, New Darlington's food and supplies are mainly obtained through trade. People can't go a day without food, and we don't know how long we'll be staying here."

Manufacturing a few items is fine, but continuously using Magnetic Field Power to produce large quantities of food and daily necessities would not only be time-consuming but also energy-intensive. What needs to be done now is to quickly address the Calamity Britain.

Seeing this, everyone decided to attend the auction. Ritsuka then took Bai Mo's other hand from Melusine's and whispered:

"Brother Bai, is this place...?"

Seeing Ritsuka's eyes light up and her fingers rubbing together, looking like a money-grubber.

"What's wrong? Want to spend some money? That's fine, but I can only give you wealth."

"No, it's Caster. Since only the Child of Prophecy is allowed to participate, she needs to change her outfit, right?"

"Shouldn't you have told Habetrot about this?" Bai Mo asked, somewhat puzzled. Habetrot was an excellent tailor; this kind of thing should be left to her, and she could provide as many materials as she wanted.

"It might not be too late now. You have access to Gilgamesh's treasury, right? There should be clothes or something inside..."

After a while, Caster looked at the pure gold armor, his face expressionless but his tone resolute as he refused:

"Absolutely not."

"Huh? Why not? The King of Heroes wears these."

"Poor defense and heavy, what's the point of wearing this kind of clothes except to show off? Only an idiot would wear this."

In the end, Habetrot took on the task of making a robe for the Child of Prophecy. After everyone had tidied up, they set off for Gloucester.