Chapter 583 So, what is your choice?
"I roughly understand what you want to say."
Merlin nodded and looked at Adam:
"So you mean that Britain has been affected by this power and has become the first layer of building blocks?"
"It should be said that Britain is becoming the first layer of building blocks."
Adam waved his hand to make the building blocks disappear, sat back in his seat and drank a sip of Coke, the golden cup in his hand gleaming:
"This process can be interrupted, but this time it was accidentally triggered by me, and I don't know how to let this power affect a country again, so... should it be interrupted? This is why I came to you."
"I see...I can't make a decision for Altria."
Merlin thought for a while and asked:
"If this process is not interrupted, and the power of the crown and the beast class is allowed to affect Britain, how long can Britain exist?"
"Seven hundred and forty-three years."
"So short?"
Merlin widened his eyes. He thought that even if Britain collapsed due to internal reasons, it could at least last for a few thousand years. Who would have thought that it couldn't even last a thousand years.
In this way, compared with those countries and dynasties that were not affected by this power, the gap seems to be not big at all?
"Short? A monarchy with scarce combat power, whose main combat power basically relies on mysterious blessings and is not replicable, and is barely maintained by external contradictions, and is riddled with holes from law to politics - the royal court of this country even mainly relies on knights to hold meetings around a round table."
Adam looked at Merlin in surprise:
"As a result, it can prosper day by day, productivity continues to rise, the political situation has maintained overall stability, and it has been prosperous for 743 years until the eve of its demise. Writing such a Britain into history books is enough to make historians of later generations scratch their heads."
Such a magical development, anyone who sees it can't help but look up to the sky and ask:
"Why?"
The coffins of those emperors and monarchs who have been famous for thousands of years can't be held down, okay!
"Let's not talk about anything else. Just for Altria, who you care about the most, no matter whether she intends to be the Eternal King or pass the throne to someone else, the power has not fallen into the hands of anyone other than the king for 743 years. Such a dynasty is quite outrageous even in the history of humankind, and no one can surpass it."
The Zhou Dynasty, the longest-lived dynasty known in China, only lasted about 800 years.
Even so, it was because of the low productivity at that time, the newly established ritual and music morality system deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the fact that the Zhou emperor was in a high position but weak in power in the later period, and the princes were unwilling to take the risk of being besieged by other princes and kill the Zhou emperor. The right time, right place and right people created the nominal 800-year rule of the Zhou Dynasty.
Merlin was silent. It seemed that he was a little greedy when he said this, but this number was still much less than he expected. Isn't Britain under the influence of the power of development also a perfect combination of time, right place and right people?
"Where is the problem? We should be able to correct it now."
If the blocks are stacked up step by step, they should not collapse so quickly. Obviously, there is a big problem with the blocks at the bottom, which led to the rapid collapse of the blocks.
Now we are still in the stage of building the first layer of blocks. As long as the correction is made, Britain should be able to last at least a few thousand years.
"Rather than saying it's a change, I think it's more realistic to tear it down and start over, or count your assistance in the first layer of blocks, which can extend Britain's national life."
Adam thought his words were euphemistic enough.
Merlin was silent again, and this time he didn't struggle:
"Okay, I'll tell Altria..."
"No need."
Altria pushed the door open:
"I, I've heard it."
"Altria?"
Merlin was shocked. How could he not notice Altria eavesdropping outside the door... Wait, there is a possibility!
"Shh~Shh~Shh~"
Adam avoided Merlin's gaze and whistled as if nothing had happened.
"You should at least be serious if you want to show that it has nothing to do with you!"
Merlin's fist hardened.
Luckily, he didn't plan to make a decision himself. If he made a decision for Altria with the idea of not embarrassing Altria, Altria would be listening outside the door...
"You deserve it~"
Adam looked at his nails and spoke faintly.
"It's okay, Mr. Merlin, you will tell me in the end anyway, this..."
"Just call me Reed."
Adam learned his lesson this time.
"Mr. Reed."
Altria nodded to Adam.
Altria's timely words extinguished Merlin's anger. He couldn't help but cough twice, and then looked at Altria:
"So, what is your choice?"
If the status quo is maintained and the power of development is allowed to affect Britain, then Britain will usher in a happy and beautiful development process, and then usher in the end after 743 years.
If this process is interrupted, Britain can avoid the fate of being destroyed in 743 years. Although it seems more likely, but...
Altria asked herself, if she let it develop, can Britain survive 743 years?
With the development of Britain, Britain, which now seems to be destroyed in a few years, may have a brighter future under some sudden turn of events, but Altria can distinguish between reality and dreams.
The dream is that she hopes Britain can continue to develop, even if it is not as good as it was under the influence of the power that Mr. Reed said.
The reality is that the possibility of a turnaround of that degree is overestimated to the point of being extremely small. It may be too absolute to describe it as impossible, but it is more appropriate.
The most difficult choice now is whether to erase Britain's free but short future for that tiny possibility.
"Why do birds fly? Altria, what answer will you give?"
The real Adam looked at Altria who was lost in thought with emotion.
"Huh? Why do birds fly?"
The real Merlin looked at Adam suspiciously. Why is there a bird thing here?
"You wouldn't have done anything else at this time, would you?"
At the same time, True Merlin's mind had already begun to screen the high-risk existences related to birds in this world, whether it was the Heroic Spirit, the Beast Class, the 27th Ancestor of the Dead Apostles, the Magicians, or even the planetary consciousness and evil gods in the outer space...
Every suspect flashed through his mind, and True Merlin couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling because he thought about how much damage Adam and the other party could cause by colluding.
"Merlin, your imagination is really a waste of talent if you don't become a screenwriter."
True Adam glanced at him speechlessly, and then suddenly remembered that there were many things in the Type-Moon world that he could try to get in touch with.
For example, the top True Ancestor of vampires, the 27th Ancestor of the Dead Apostles who got rid of the True Ancestor's control, and several other magic magicians - the latter two overlapped.
