Trafford’s Trading Club

On the screen, Gareth's slightly pale face… Sir Pupkins of the Knights of Mist listened silently to his debriefing.

“… I am so sorry, Mr. Pupkins, that we failed to stop him from leaving. ”

Sir Pupkins was silent for a moment before frowning and asking, “Is he really going back to Castle Prison? ”

Gareth nodded, “He did say that. ”

“I get it.” Sir Pupkins nodded, "The Farrell crossing was limited to the fact that this time participants in the prison island knew… give the knights of the prison island a seal. ”

“But sir... this is Farrell, who has left the prison island?” Gareth's face is an incredible expression.

Sir Pupkins shook his head rather helplessly: “Now that he has said he will return, he will surely return... he will never break his word. ”

“But…”

“There's no need to say more.” Sir Pupkins waved, "and the castle jail couldn't hold him... the three dozen round tables in his face were as helpless as a child. Gareth, don't you understand? Come here. ”

“Sir?”

Sir Pupkins sighed, "Castle Prison… it was not our ability to lock Farrell in, but his own volition to walk in. ”

“What!? ”

Ignoring Gareth's shock at the moment, Sir Pupkins said positively: "Knight Gareth, I'm giving you a new assignment, and you have six hours to rest and make your way, please go with Dagonit to the action point where you are responsible for destroying the Myth of the End. In addition, tell Lancelot to return to Her Majesty as soon as possible to continue her duties. ”

Gareth had to stand up and nod his head.

At the end of his correspondence with Gareth, Sir Pupkins walked into the depths of the estate alone… After a layer of rigorous authority, he eventually came into a secret chamber to which only the highest officer of the Knights of Mist organ could enter.

In the Chamber of Secrets, there is a huge throne, and on the throne, indeed, is a silver coat of armor in a seated position, like a king.

Sir Pupkins reached out his hand before slowly walking to the armor of the throne… his finger just touched the part of the armor, like a shock, forcing Sir Pupkins to retract his hand.

The jazz whispered softly and muttered to himself: "[Mordred]... after all these years, do you still not accept people other than Farrell? ”

A Farrell, not even wearing a holy armor, has easily defeated the three Gareth… Sir Pupkins' face is glowing.

He raised his head silently and looked up from the throne… behind the throne, there was a huge mural on the wallpaper.

Above the mural is a knight wearing a silver armor with the legendary King's sword, fighting hundreds of 'demons'...

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The night passed quietly as the Earth spinned.

By the time she woke up in the morning, the maid was ready to comb… even the toothpaste had been squeezed onto the toothbrush and a hot towel was ready to stand by and wait.

“I suddenly feel guilty about the evil feudalist master. ”

After wiping his face, Rochu said with amusement.

The maid smiled softly, carefully organizing her master's clothes, and said: "The Orc lady left at 5: 30 a.m. with her brother. ”

“So early?” Rochu blinked.

Rochu's sleep is real... it's something he never gave up - if not necessary, he won't even wake up before the biological clock.

“Because there's still a distance from here to the tunnel, she seems afraid to miss the shuttle.” The maid straightened the clothes on Boss Lo's chest before showing her satisfaction, "and Miss Ren called you half an hour ago. ”

Lochu nodded and said casually: "Probably because of the terrorist attack… what did you say? ”

The maid smiled: “I told Miss Ren that you weren't up yet... and nothing happened to Mist last night. But she's still worried... she's probably asleep by now. ”

After all, there are eight time zones.

“I'll text her back later...” Rochu nodded and started eating breakfast from the hotel while planning to leave the fog.

But on the train information, several of the main routes in Fog today have been temporarily shut down - among them, the routes prepared by Lochu.

“It seems to be due to a terrorist attack…” The maid sprays butter on the bread, "but if the route is stopped all of a sudden, perhaps because of the target of the next attack, will it be on these routes? ”

"How did you know there was going to be another attack? ”

Night said casually: "Isn't it normal to attack and then make demands? Moreover, until now, no so-called terrorist organization has been responsible for last night's attack, which proves that at least the perpetrators of the attack have not reached an agreement with the Government. ”

“Perhaps they have made a request, but the Government does not intend to publish it? ”

“Nor was there an agreement.” Lady Maid deserves it: “Otherwise, why stop these routes all of a sudden, just because of what needs to be deployed… Perhaps they already know the next action plan of the mastermind behind the scenes and are now preparing to give the other party a headache. And finally, I'm afraid this is not a common terrorist organization… Last night at the Eye of the Mist. ”

Rochu blinked, last night... going on a Ferris wheel was purely temporary, but it seemed to have inadvertently disrupted the deployment of the organization behind the attack.

Probably the paused route now, probably related to the murderer who was shot down by the maid last night... maybe the knighthood has set up intelligence or something.

“So...” Rochu thought about it, "then postpone the trip... I think Peter Chan would prefer me to stay for two more days. ”

After all, one night, four cities in a row had terrorist attacks at the same time… the whole country had actually become very nervous since last night.

Song Dynasty Hotel has been tightening surveillance since last night.

“Are you staying at the hotel today?” Unight asked softly.

Rochu laughed: “Just put two images here... I'll stay a few more days anyway, why don't we do something else today? ”

“Like what? ”

“How about an opera?” Lochu looked at the leaflets that were pinched on the tour booklet in the room.

The maid took the leaflet out and looked at the poster, "Tulando. ”

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St. Pancras Station.

In the waiting room, a small figure passes through the crowd… it has a very agile figure, often at moments when people don't care, and takes what away from the store door at extremely fast speeds.

It just took a little each time… very little.

It stopped this hands-on sheep grabbing for a while, and then went into the emergency tunnel - seven turns and eight turns before it came to a machine room and crawled into the machine room from the side vent.

In the computer room, after Olga heard the noise, she stood up hastily.

Seeing our Orc Miss Lale jump out of the vent and then shake her clothes in front of Olga, the pieces suddenly shake off of her.

Bread, candy, chocolate... and finally Miss Lale pulled a bottle of water out of her collar, "Come on, eat, you haven't eaten in the morning, you must be hungry. ”

“Sister too! ”

They sat directly on the ground and started eating these trophies, and Olga picked up the hot dog bread and asked, "Sister, how long before we can get in the car? ”

“Almost, 2: 00 p.m. Car.” Lale wipes the sauce on Olga's lips with her clothes sleeves, "I observed, climbing from the ventilation duct here to the track, almost waiting for us to get on the track. Once in the car, dive into the compartment where the cargo is loaded. As long as it goes smoothly, we'll be in Paris in two or three hours. ”

Olga eats and suddenly asks, "Sister, aren't we going to find our father? ”

Faced with her brother's problem, Lale silenced... One thing she didn't actually tell the magician who helped herself was that she and Olga had been caught by an animal trafficker this time.

She shook her head and hugged Olga into her arms, softly saying: “It's too dangerous here, let's go back... If that person really cares about me and you, we won't have to look for him at all, he should have come back. ”

Olga lowered her head and didn't know what to think.

See, Lale cheered up and laughed: "Olga, look what I brought you! ”

She took a small thing out of her back pocket and shouted it in front of Olga.

“The harmonica! ”

I stuffed this sophisticated harmonica in Olga's hand, and Lale whispered, "Didn't you lose your harmonica on the boat? I think it's pretty good. Do you like it? ”

“Mmm!”

Olga loved to let go, wiped her clothes a few times, then put them on her lips and started playing... that's what he learned from Will last night, just half the song.

The Original Landscape of Homeland.

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Elizabethta... formerly known as Big Ben Bell.

On the fence on the tourist floor above the bell tower, a clear voice emanates from the harmonica of a man's hands, composed by a continuous note: Imagine.

His lips were thin and his hair was linen… not strong, but very long and dressed in a dark blue Baroque style.

He's like an actor in a stage play… but this era, obviously, is not the era on this dress.

“Imagine…” another man slowly walked in at this point - he was, of course, the bartender of the pub where ‘Myth of the End’ senior cadre Mr. Reid had been before he was laid, and he came to the man playing the harmonica and went on to say, "Hohn-lennon, I didn't think you'd like modern music. ”

He continued his performance, knowing that the song was finished, before he put down his harmonica and looked at the bartender and said, “Dobbs, have you heard from Red yet? ”

Mr. Bartender... Dobbs shook his head, “As planned, Red was responsible for targeting Misty Eye, but apparently he failed... most likely he has fallen into the hands of Misty Knight. They may even have learned something from Red's mouth. ”

The man shook his head: "I believe Red, he is guarded by Gillian's heart... no one can cross the power of the witch of the heart to knock on a man, and a man of firm will. ”

“In fact, I have reservations about this witch.” Dobbs said softly, "I haven't been able to reach her since the start of the plan. Sir, we don't even know the true intentions of this witch. ”

"Whether she really helped us or did something else, it didn't affect the plan itself… But now that Red's missing, let's move forward. ”

“Three days later?” Dobbs frowned, "the British government might not accept. ”

“What we need is not their compromise, but fear. ”

He looked in the direction of the Platinum, where the queen was, “We've been hiding like street rats for too long. Fear is the only way to give us a real land of life… The passage of the Act on disengagement from the European Union will leave the future of this country in isolation, which will be our best chance. A country where the Orc can live freely in the sun... Dobbs, do you see? ”

“Caesar...”

“Plan ahead at 3: 00 p.m.” He turned around, waved his hand, and said, “Let the myth of the end begin here, cover it! ”

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Her Majesty's Theatre.

It is impossible to enter before buying in advance… it is never possible for a maid to enter a place where her master cannot, with original sin.

“How can it be so serious...”

Lochu squeezed the maid's hand gently, then held her, followed the crowd and slowly walked into the theater.

It's more than half an hour away from the show.

But despite getting tickets for admission, the whole process didn't go too smoothly - I was used to my physical boss Lo, and watching the layers of security at this time was unbridled.

The scrutiny was so tight that it was not the aftermath of the terrorist attack last night - just because a big man arrived at the theater today.

Her Majesty the Queen of the British Empire.

Others will not know that Her Majesty is in no mood to come here at this time to watch the opera - her presence, merely the idea of the staff behind it: the more at this time, Her Majesty, the representative of the State, the less able to show panic, if nothing happens, so that the people will not take the attack too seriously.

Commonly known as: Pink accessories are too peaceful.

“I should make up for this year's salary and get these guys back home. ”

On entering, the queen, holding her pet in her hand, did not forget her personal bodyguard, Lancelot's ear whispering.