Trafford’s Trading Club

The black flame that burned on Red had dissipated with the wind before he was about to fall to the ground.

Mr. Joker suddenly jumped, caught up before Red's body completely fell and pressed into a meatloaf, and a few jumps left the crowd... the corner of the square where the Eye of the Fog City was located, avoiding the crowd.

The ferris wheel was still spinning slowly, while Mr. Joker stared at the many cabins and frowned.

He also looked at Red.

At this time, Red can be described as terrible - he has completely lost consciousness, his clothes have been completely burned, and his skin has become scaly black on a large scale… his eyes are even white.

“Mr. Dagonit! ”

At this point, the three great knights of the round table machine squeezed out the crowd, found Mr. Joker's place, and rushed over in the first place, “What happened, just moments ago, we seemed to see that the eyes of the fog seemed to be falling... is this? ”

They looked at Mr. Joker carrying them on their shoulders and burning them like black charcoal.

“He's Red.” Dagonit threw people on the ground, "and breathed. Take them back. They should be able to save them. ”

“It's Mr. Dagonit!” The admiration of the three great knights, “Congratulations, defeated a senior cadre of 'Mythology of the End'! ”

“Not me… go back first, I have things to do. ”

Mr. Joker shook his head and then, under the surprise of the three of them, walked towards the crowd again... towards the eyes of the fog capital,

They don't know what just happened to the Eye of the Fog, much less the sudden appearance of the horrible black flame... but the clown Dagonit can see clearly beside it, and the scene of the restoration of the bearings wrapped around the Ferris wheel.

Dagonit walks in the crowd - people are discussing what just happened, and it is clear that there are a lot of people who see a shift in the eyes of the fog. But the truth is that the Eye of the Mist continues to spin, and nothing happens, and it has to be felt strange.

“It's like a prosthetic technique… but who else can use a prosthetic technique of this magazine other than the magicians' association? ”

His eyes searched in the crowd, not even letting go of lovers walking out of the cockpit, trying to find some traces.

Until this group of visitors on the Ferris wheel left completely and the staff chose to temporarily close the eyes of the Fog Capital because of the movement, Dagonit did not find anything of value after the crowd had scattered.

Instead, his suit clown outfit attracted a lot of visitors' attention - eventually, Dagonit had to leave the place with the misgivings of his heart and return to the round-table machine for life.

Since the head of the organ, Mr. Pupkins, has been given an inviolable order requiring him to return immediately to account for Red.

……

After repeated inspections by the staff, it was found that the Eye of the Fog Capital was indeed free of any faults and then reopened again at the strong request of the tourists.

A new group of tourists are waiting in line to enter the cabin.

Boss Luo bought two ice creams from the ice cream truck beside him and came to the maid's side, smiling softly: “Sit down again, don't be angry this time... something strange won't happen. ”

“Not angry yet.” The maid smiled.

Boss Luo just laughed and didn't talk... he burned people like that.

Back there, nothing really happened.

……

……

Sir Pupkins is sixty years old this year and his white hair is brushed very neatly - as the head of the Misty Round Table Authority, he has served for more than thirty years, witnessing the birth of two generations of Round Table Twelve knights.

But he was just an ordinary man, without the strength and strength of the knights —— but he also had another identity, that of a member of the ancient British Imperial family.

“... that's about it.” In front of Sir Pupkins, Mr. Joker stood up very normally, "I suspect, a rather powerful magician appeared in the fog, able to use not only super-specified restoration techniques, but even powerful, terrifying black flames. ”

“According to our information about the Society of Magicians, there is no one who fits your description above, Knight Dagonit.” Sir Pupkins said slowly, "Of course, I believe that as a noble knight, you did not deceive me. So, I'll send someone to investigate as soon as possible… Now it's more about Red. ”

Dagonit wondered, "Sir, didn't Red have it back? ”

Sir Pupkins made a slight gesture, at which point the door to the room was pushed open and Gareth, one of the twelve knights, walked in directly.

As a country, the fog has three round-table twelve knights, one of whom is Her Majesty the Queen, who guards the country, and the other two, Gareth and Dagonit, who are primarily responsible for the security of inhumans in the fog-du region.

Of course, more are the ordinary knights and the great knights in the organ… Gareth occasionally participates in ordinary operations, mainly because of his idleness. As for Dagonit, it depends on the mood and only deals with things of interest.

“Gareth is here, and we can begin.” Sir Pupkins knocked on the table at this point, "he said.

Gareth suddenly said, "Sir, don't we have to wait for Lancelot? ”

"Lancelot, beside Her Majesty, was temporarily unable to leave," said Sir Pupkins. I'll send it to you later. ”

“What the hell happened?” Gareth positively asks - Pupkins seldom asks him to discuss issues with Dagonit at the same time.

For the last time, and in response to the forthcoming Holy Blood Ceremony of the Thirteen clans this year… more than a month ago.

“It's about The Myth of the End.” Sir Pupkins turned off the lights in the room while turning on the projector on the side.

On the wall, the projection material began to stand out, and a picture flashed in front of Gareth and Dagonit, and their faces gradually grew condensed.

“The National Museum of Scotland, Blaneem Palace, Sheffield Cathedral, and the Old Trafford Stadium! And the stadium is even holding a league, with tens of thousands of fans watching from their seats.” Sir Pupkins said, “Just this evening, more than an hour ago, these places were attacked at the same time… if you count the eyes of the Fog Capital, there are five places! ”

“Who made it?” Gareth frowned… this was certainly the most serious provocation to the British Empire.

“The shadow snake is about to reappear, and this is the beginning, starting with death!” Sir Pupkins said positively: "‘The Myth of the End' … and, without exception, these attacked places have left behind words written in blood. ”

“Are these thugs going to declare war on us?” Dagonit closed his eyes.

“I do not know whether to declare war or not.” Sir Pupkins sighed: “But it is clear that our queen, having learned of these things, is very angry… ‘The Myth of the End' is so crazy that they dare to strike so many places with light, then the next second they may break directly into the Royal Palace! Her Majesty doesn't want Lancelot to leave now! ”

“Rationally, 'Myth of the End' is just an emerging organization…" Gareth shrugged: “Most of what they have recruited are wanted lists on the Magicians' Association, and there are also some very poorly regarded non-humans… but in general, it is only a scattered sand, and nothing too extraordinary has been done in recent years. This time, what exactly is the reason for such a big banner drum...”

“We must know what has been captured from Red's mouth, or we will remain passive.” Sir Pupkins solemnly said: “Knight Gareth, Knight Dalgoni, I now officially order you both to find out all the people involved in the ‘myth of the end' hidden in the fog and never let these lunatics move again under our noses! ”

“Sir, what about the lost Orcs?” Gareth warned.

“Let the Simptons do a sophisticated search… The most important thing right now is to organize the next event of 'Myth of the End', especially similar attacks, which must never happen again! ”

“Yes! ”

They stood up and held their fists and stuck them above their chests.

……

……

On the street, the night pedestrians stood in front of the window in front of the TV store - watching the temporary news being reported on TV.

They covered their mouths with their hands - because the news was too scary.

It appears to be a terrorist attack, and at the same time, in several different places, casualty figures are still being counted… but no organization has yet acknowledged the incident.

The maid is in a good mood and has been doing well since she saw the fog for the second time - even when she saw the news at the moment, it had no effect at all, but rather was very well accompanied by her master and watched the news broadcast live on TV.

“It should be the same group as the one you just saw in Misty City.” Rocciu said thoughtfully.

Although the maid did throw out a black flame - but the club would hardly kill a single creature unless the guest asked for it - after all, according to the business model of her tenure, each of them could be a potential customer.

Naturally, however, it is not a small punishment... after all, it is a direct burning of most lives.

“There seems to be a strong need to clean up this dangerous source of death for a large number of potential customers.” The maid smiled softly.

“Nor are we, in fact, messengers of justice. ”

Luo Qiuguan smiled and was quite pleased with this alternative expression of the maid's emotion - in fact, this reason seems to be in the past, after all, he was actually more free than the previous one.

“There seems to be a similar body here.” Rochu thought about it: “They should handle it... well, you know the Knight Round Table? ”

The maid had a rhythm: "Master, are you wondering what happened to Mr. Amundster at Tutsenyi's manor that day? ”

Lochu nodded, his palms flipped open, and a necklace appeared - something that Ammonster handed over before his death, an opportunity to take part in the Trials of the Twelve Horsemen.

Opportunities like this are probably very precious - for those who want to be knights. Just put it on Boss Lo, naturally it doesn't do much.

It's not really a deal, it's just something that Ammonster sent before he died... and Rochu wanted to give it to the right people.

“How much does the master know about the Knight of the Round Table?” The maid asked softly.

Rochu honestly said: “Not much, probably the familiar stories of King Arthur, the sword in the lake, fairies... well, I guess the animation I saw when I was a kid doesn't count... is there really a fairy in the lake? ”

The maid thought, "Generally speaking, King Arthur's sword in the lake is widely recognized, and the prototype is legendary from the Celtic Divine System, where hero Fergus Mike Roy holds the sword 'Caladbolg'. As for the fairy in the lake, which also belongs to the Celtic Divine System... the Queen of Shadows, whom her master met in South America, was summoned by His Highness Lucifer, also from this Divine System. ”

“Celtic Divinity...” Lochu nodded and remembered the Divinity.

The maid suddenly said, "But the Celtic system has been destroyed, and the whole kingdom has been broken and finally devoured by the cracks of the Dimension. Finally, many of the gods in the Divine System survive in the Spirit way only by dwelling among the Spirits and by becoming adherents to the covenant. In fact, when King Arthur returned to his ideal homeland after his death, and also when the kingdom of God died, he became the summoning spirit. As for the twelve knights of the first generation, it was not long after that that they entered into the midst of the Spirit. But before dying, the Twelve Knights all left behind a part of their power to defend their land. ”

Her fingers revolved around the tip of her hair, gently turning, “The Round Table Knight Institution, in fact, is an organization that preserves some of the power of these twelve first generation knights, founded after the death of the twelve knights. Throughout the years, qualified knights have been cultivated for strength inheritance. Initially, the Knights of the Round Table, more like a civic organization, did not participate in the subsequent divisions and wars of Britain, but merely blocked the evils of the homeland… but developed into a modern era with an official shadow. Most notably, there was a recent incident of secret marriage between the modern royal family and the descendants of Queen Arthur, which succeeded in inducing the modern royal family of Great Britain to successfully intervene in the cavalry. ”

“So...” Lochu nodded, then smiled. "Go back and tell me more, there's no reason for the lady to stand on the street all the time. ”

The maid was already upset.

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