Trafford’s Trading Club

After the closed-door meeting was over, Mr. Gareth of [Knight's Institution] returned to the hotel where he was staying early and had a video conference with the Queen of Britain.

The discussion was about the [New World League]... and also about the news that Australia in Oceania announced its merger with the [New World League].

More, it is about the merger of Australia.

Because nominally, the queen of Britain is also the monarch of Australia...Of course, today, Australia is a completely independent country.

It's just that the Queen of Britain still retains the power to appoint the Governor of Australia... However, the Governor of Australia has no real power.

The once [Knight’s Mechanism] was huge, and once Britain was one of the world's hegemons.

The video call between Mr. Gareth and Her Majesty the Queen took nearly twenty minutes.

After this, Mr. Gareth walked out with a tired face.

Lancelot was now sitting in the hall outside the room... She did not participate in the conversation between Her Majesty the Queen and Gareth.

"What the Queen means is that the Cabinet will be persuaded in the near future to formally sever the unclear relationship with Australia." Mr. Gareth sat down directly. "The so-called British Commonwealth is just a system that exists in name only, and Britain wants to restore it. The glory of the past, you need to give up these glory that is no longer decadent."

Lancelot simply nodded.

As the twelve knights arranged by [Knight’s Organization] to guard Her Majesty the Queen, she will not participate in any political affairs or even intervene in the internal business of [Knight’s Organization]. It is completely a personal guard by Her Majesty’s side.

This generation of [Lancelot], the situation is like this... can almost be seen as an independent individual.

"We need to end the meeting in China as soon as possible, and then return to Britain." Mr. Gareth groaned: "Farrell was taken away. This incident has a great impact on the [Knight’s Mechanism]. It’s a pity, in [Power] Conference] On the scene, our results were not very good. Even if we barely joined the Security Council, we have almost no right to speak, but it is not lost."

Lancelot frowned at this moment, as if something flew past her eyes... it was a black butterfly.

But Mr. Gareth didn't seem to see the butterfly appear.

Lancelot stood up abruptly, carrying a suitcase with a ceremonial sword and walking out.

"Where are you going?" Gareth asked in surprise.

"You wait for me here." Lancelot walked out of the room without looking back.

Mr. Gareth wanted to catch up, but after hesitating for a while, he finally didn't.

After Lancelot left the room, he took the elevator and went directly to the highest floor of the hotel, and then climbed up the roof of the hotel from the fire-proof stairs.

The moment he opened the iron door of the stairs, Lancelot saw a flying black butterfly...The butterfly flew slowly, and finally fell on a white jade finger.

Lancelot did not hesitate and approached directly.

"What can I do?" Lancelot asked directly.

The girl in front of her was the maid.

Yuya smiled at this time and said: "It's not I looking for you, but you looking for me... Your queen is looking for me."

Lancelot frowned and said indifferently: "It's a pity, the [Power Contest] is over. As you can see, the results of [Knight's Mechanism] are obviously very bad."

The lady maid smiled indifferently: "There is no stipulation that if you want to gain a foothold on the Council of the Transcendental Society and have enough voice, you must get enough beads on the [Power Assembly]...Of course, this is also One way."

"What else can I do?" Lancelot frowned, and then shook his head: "We can't allow the [Power Conference] to reopen. It doesn't make any sense. There is a real dragon in China, and it will always be a big winner... unless You will end."

"The so-called right to speak comes from enough power." The maid said with a light smile: "As for power, it has many components. Pure destructive power is power, knowledge is power, intelligence is also power... luck, It is also a kind of power."

There was a flash of doubt in Lancelot's eyes.

The maid opened her palms at this time, and saw half of the old cover book with two palms slowly turning in her palm.

"What is this?" Lancelot asked subconsciously.

"The method of making [God's Tears]." The maid said with a smile: "Of course, it's just a simplified version... the full version, just a ritual sword is not enough. However, this is enough for you to master enough. More voice."

"[God's Tears]?" Lancelot was startled, she had heard of this for the first time.

The maid said indifferently: "It has appeared before, at the [Power Conference] scene...Many people are using it and are very satisfied."

Lancelot was taken aback first, and then he was shocked... [Power Conference] The extraordinary representatives of various countries on the scene, although good and bad, there is no shortage of true elite strongmen.

They had already realized that on the scene of the [Power Conference], a peculiar auxiliary thing did appear, allowing the extraordinary power of the ordinary power to surge in a short period of time, and it seemed that there were not many side effects.

"How effective is this simplified version?" Lancelot asked nonchalantly.

The maid said: "Only about 30% of the effect... This is a simple optimization that takes into account the most suitable substitute materials that the world can find. After all, it flows from the [Power Conference] [God’s Tears], it’s not the final version."

"I still don't know how effective it is." Lancelot shook his head.

"About the data..." The maid thought for a while: "It should be able to double the user's power within ten minutes, without side effects. It can be used in a stack, but the time effect will be halved, and a slight loss of force will be produced. phenomenon."

"...Is this just a simplified version?" Lancelot looked at the lady maid incredulously: "It's no wonder that at the [Power Conference] that day, some people were able to burst out extremely amazing power. Unfortunately, the increase in power was not It means really strong."

But this cold female knight finally showed some obvious different colors on her face.

At this time, the smile on the maid's face grew stronger... Lancelot even shuddered subconsciously.

She even thinks that this mysterious woman seems to be happy to see her emotional changes... even a feeling of being caught?

Lancelot quickly calmed his emotions and said in deep thought, "Although the simplified version of [God’s Tears] you mentioned is very effective, it still has the side effects of debilitating... Besides, this medicine alone can make [Knight Mechanism] Having enough power to speak in the Transcendental Guild...seems not enough?"

"If it's a peaceful age, maybe it's not enough." The maid said indifferently: "But if it's a war age, I don't think there are enough problems... Are you right, [Lancelot] Knight."

"War!" Lancelot's eyes narrowed.

She almost thought of [New World League] for the first time!

"Then, let [Tears of God] become the special supplies of [Knight’s Mechanism]." The maid chuckled, "If one day, the simplified version of [Tears of God] can be mass-produced, I will Come personally to take away the British ritual sword... Then, excuse me."

She made an impeccable lady's gift before Lancelot's eyes, and then disappeared.

When the evening breeze blew, Lancelot felt a little chill... She didn't know if the war in the mouth of this mysterious woman would happen.

Maybe even this mysterious woman doesn't have a definite answer in itself?

But this is indeed an area that members of the [Extraordinary Association] are trying to explore when they are in closed meetings.

It's just that the [New World Alliance] has just been announced, and there is not much information other than that, so the discussion has no substantive results.

Taking a deep breath, Lancelot solemnly picked up the book containing the formula of the medicine, and wanted to open it.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't open the formula.

Lancelot frowned, "What does this mean... Doesn't war necessarily occur? Mass production... When it can be opened, it can be mass produced? If it cannot be mass produced, so what? ..."

Questions continued to appear in Lancelot's mind.

After a long time, she solemnly collected the formula, and then sent a message directly to Mr. Gareth.

——Gareth, I have important things and I want to return immediately!

——The next meeting, please!

...

When Mr. Gareth received Lancelot's message, he was almost cursing.

Okay, waiting for her to come back?

Is this gone?

——I am so obedient. After waiting for so long, all I am waiting for is a goodbye?

"Oh, Lancelot is really a woman... a woman!"

Mr. Gareth sighed heavily. He felt so tired, he felt like he was fighting alone, and he couldn't support himself...no one would take him to play.

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Australia.

It was late at night, and a team of soldiers wearing white combat uniforms was shuttled through the streets of the Australian capital.

In addition, there are soldiers from Australia.

Just a few hours ago, the government headed by the Prime Minister of Australia not only announced that Australia had merged into the [New World Alliance] and established a new government.

At the same time, it was announced that the capital of Australia will be handed over to the military of the [New World Alliance] to take over indefinitely from this moment on until the new government announces the lifting of the takeover.

The armored tanks, walking in the streets in the middle of the night, made a rumbling sound... The people could only hide in their homes at this time, looking at these big guys wandering in the streets nervously through the windows and doors. .

In the beginning, the government's actions directly angered the people in the capital—but the fierce resistance was quickly suppressed after the gunshots rang out.

I heard...Hundreds of fierce corpses appeared on Potter Street in just ten minutes.

...

At this time, the huge apron was brightly lit.

A military transport plane painted in silver gray slowly landed...These transport planes carried an extraordinary delegation that had left the forbidden city.

One of the transport planes had just parked, and a certain customer on the transport plane seemed to be impatient to get off... I saw a figure directly breaking through the hatch, causing a violent wind and landing on the apron.

The violent wind blew a dozen soldiers in white combat uniforms to the ground.

The man laughed and said, "Comfortable! Comfortable! The Forbidden City is simply not a place for people to stay!"

At this moment, as if agreeing with these words, a strong aura rose to the sky... It turned out that the transport plane that was waiting in line to land swayed slightly.

In addition to the soldiers wearing white combat uniforms, there are also a large number of Australian soldiers here...At this time, the faces of these soldiers showed amazement.

This extraordinary person with active muscles and bones laughed more freely.

It's no secret that it's transcendence, they have seen more transcendents these days... but they all saw it on the screen.It was indeed the first time in his life to face the extraordinary power.

fear.

At this moment, the extraordinary who was the first to break through the hatch to move his body suddenly exclaimed.

I saw that this extraordinary person's face suddenly became abnormally painful at this time, his hands stretched out desperately to his neck, as if he wanted to break something...At the same time, his body began to be slowly pushed by something. Pull up.

In the end, the extraordinary person who was the first to break the hatch was caught in the air by a man wearing a black robe and a white mask with a sword on his face.

In an instant, those warriors in white combat uniforms showed their enthusiastic gazes and turned to the black-robed man, shouting: "[Sword Seat]! Praise you! The sharpest sword in the world!"

"This is the [Sword Seat] among the twenty-six seats in the [Clubhouse]...the [Sword] among the small Akana cards."

"It seems that I want to give a slap on the horse."

"Li Wei has no problem, I will do the same if I change it. But don't think about taking me to get the knife... My knife, it's been a long time since I drink blood."

"[New World League], I hope there is no mistake..."

The voice of the extraordinary delegation is fragmented and messy.

[Sword's Seat] looked down coldly, the Transcendent in his hand was struggling painfully at this time... But before long, the palm of the [Sword's Seat] directly crushed the throat of this transcendent.

Then the body was tossed and fell on the ground... it just fell in front of the delegation to which the dead transcendent belonged.

Several other transcendents in the delegation showed anger and were about to start their hands.

[The Seat of the Sword] At this time, he took out a handkerchief, wiped his palm slowly, and said calmly: "I hope that everyone who comes here is the elite among the transcendents, who knows how to be humble and courteous. Talented and self-disciplined talents, not losers who escape from the forbidden city in the posture of falling dogs."

"Die!!"

In the delegation where one member died, a strong man roared directly, his muscles broke through his clothes, and he turned into a huge [tiger man] and jumped up.

[The Seat of the Sword] I didn’t even look at it. Just as the tiger was swinging its sharp claws and was about to tear him apart, a sword appeared out of thin air and directly pierced the chest pain of the [Tiger Man]. Nailed into the earth.

The rest of the extraordinary in the delegation were panicked, and saw dozens of swords shooting down like sharp swords...Finally, a sword with a handle turned into a cage, turning these extraordinary people into a cage. At the same time it was imprisoned.

No one will go to force the front for this delegation.

[The Seat of the Sword] At this time, his gaze swept down, "You all come from afar, you should be tired. The Allies have arranged a place to rest for you, please."

They passed by the imprisoned superhumans, without even looking at them, silently.

...

...

It is also the capital of Australia...in a luxurious manor.

The woman was walking slowly in the corridor, her expression calm... The woman seemed to be thinking about something—the entourage behind her followed carefully without making any sound.

Suddenly, the woman stopped and looked out the corridor window...outside, it was a corner of the manor courtyard.

The woman suddenly said, "I don't like this manor."

The first entourage behind him lowered his head and said, "Your Majesty, this is the best manor that can be found... After all, we have just arrived here. Your manor is the best among the many [seats] That's it."

The woman turned around, looked at the first entourage who followed her, and said calmly: "I don't like you anymore."

The first entourage was terrified in an instant, and trembled: "Your Majesty, I..."

"Failed work." The woman shook her head and reached out a little.

Between one point, and the first entourage instantly, his body was torn apart...Finally, what was scattered on the ground was actually a pile of metal parts.

A piece of gear rolled slowly to the edge of the corner.

Even so, the rest of the entourage behind the woman still dare not look up.

The woman looked at these entourages and suddenly sighed: "I have ever had the most perfect work, but it's a pity... you all go down and clean."

The entourage immediately responded with a yes.

The woman turned away, and the entourage began to clean the pile of parts on the floor.

For a moment, the woman came to the entrance of the manor’s study and said to herself: "Well...I have new inspiration. I should be able to make a good work."

With that said, the woman opened the door of the study, intending to draw out the design drawing that emerged in her mind tonight-at this moment, the woman's eyes condensed.

Before a row of bookshelves on the wall of her study, a young man with black hair and eyes was standing at this time.

"I borrowed a book to read." The young man smiled at this time, "If you mind, then I won't read it. The first meeting... Your Excellency Catherine the Great."

The woman's expression changed slightly, but she closed the study door quietly...Looking at the young man standing in front of the bookshelf, slowly walked to the desk, and finally sat down firmly.