Trafford’s Trading Club

At 8 p.m., the first car quickly drove into the suburbs.

In a large area of field wasteland, bulletproof cars parked in front of a hill - the flat ground suddenly began to lift, revealing a huge sheet of steel covered with mud and grass - and the steel slanted open, making it a special entrance.

Bulletproof car This is the only way in… not far ahead then a stone mountain.

After ‘entering the ground' is the light and straight asphalt road, about two hundred meters before it is a huge gate - what you can see when the gate opens is a huge dock built in the mountains.

There is only a small plane 30 meters long… similar in shape to a fighter plane, the whole dock seems to be serving this particular fighter.

More than a dozen mechanics in grey uniforms with hats were working on this giant fighter jet - the bulletproof car eventually parked at an entrance on the side.

The Prime Minister walked out of the car in a hurry, when someone greeted him.

Mr. Prime Minister just nodded and walked into the entrance with a slight look on his face - the man with the greeting, wearing a star costume… the rank, obviously, was not low.

“Ready?” The Prime Minister is moving faster and faster.

The officer next to him followed quickly as he flew and said, "Thirty minutes after I received your call, I am ready… but I am still in the adjustment phase and it is expected to take another hour to get to the best possible value. ”

“An hour is too long, try to be shorter.” The prime minister frowned: “The man who abducted the queen this time is a non-human creature. Those old knighthood guys, watching the queen get kidnapped and left! The old Pupkins bastard also told me that he didn't get the estimation either... these guys are still unreliable and we have to do it ourselves. ”

In the talking room, he and the officer had already taken the lift and ended up in a control room - where you can see everything in the dock - where everyone in the control room stood up at the same time and saluted the Prime Minister.

“Get to work.” The prime minister waved, then took off his coat, pinched his sleeves, and took over the headphones handed over by the staff, "the screen moved me inside the adjustment room and let me see how the warriors are doing! ”

“Yes!”

On the console of the front-end screen, a woman who was also wearing a military uniform tapped her ten fingers fast —— very quickly, a set of images appeared on the screen.

The so-called adjustment room scene.

Twenty of them, like giant game compartments, like machines scanned by CT, were placed neatly in a huge, empty room, and each of them was lying on top of a man, a man, or a woman, wearing a tight fabric combat suit.

They're all very young, and they all look like they're about 20 years old.

“It's beautiful.” The Prime Minister looks at everything on the screen, "this is our own power… [The-Fianna], it is time to show this power to those proud and arrogant knights. ”

“Mr. Prime Minister, even if the soldiers of the regiment are adjusted... can we still not know where the Queen is hiding now?” Despite his great confidence in everything in the base, the officer is not allowed to consider non-manpower factors at this time.

“Sure, I can find the queen's place.” Mr. Prime Minister, there is a great deal of bamboo in his chest: “Well, as long as this crisis is resolved, then things in the inhuman realm will no longer be the exclusive preserve of the knighthood… the ancient glory? This group has been around us for a long time, and it's almost time to consider retirement. ”

The prime minister pulled out a black box, roughly the size of the cigarette box, and looked at the officer and said, "Use this to track the source of the signal, it can help us lock in the right place. ”

“This is…” The officer flashed slightly and seemed to think of something

Has the Prime Minister been secretly tracking the Queen's movements… with a tracker installed on her?

“Not her.” The Prime Minister waves, “don't think too much, do as I say... I don't care about the myth of the end, the myth of tomorrow, I want these thugs to see the dawn again before sunrise tomorrow! ”

Officer, stand down! Salute!

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……

“Very good, very good, very good... look at your hair, want to come to the queen really raise you very well. ”

The room, the bearded but fleshly mighty Judas, was holding it in his arms at a time when it was a small animal for him to tease —— indeed, it was Her Majesty's pet.

Tippe, who is only here as a secret pharmacist deserter, is with him... this skinny man with glasses, staring in the shadows as though he was not afraid of strangers, sprinkling something delicate in Judas's arms, frowning, “Judas, when did you become so loving? ”

He just glanced at Tippe and said casually, "I'm just like you. ”

“Just like me?” Tipp was stunned.

Judas looked at Tippe sitting at the table, organizing all kinds of bottle jars and all kinds of props, and he said, "You magicians fight, you need to prepare so many props, you can't afford to be so-so every time, can you? ”

“Yeah, that's common sense.” Tippe nodded.

Judas said softly: “I'm different, I only fight with my fists, so just keep my heart calm... so I can calm down. ”

“Isn't it because you're essentially a cat shoveling officer?” Tipp spits in the gutter: “Why don't you at least take out your boxing case and wipe it so I can feel you're really getting ready for battle? ”

“What are you so nervous about?” Judas shook his head instead, "Tomorrow is important, but we haven't lived or died... because when the theater was in the theater, the female pharmacist struck us? ”

Tipp's anger, and even his appearance, was for a reason - and this is related to his past experience - in the Magicians Association's Secret Pharmacist Certification Examination, where he was falsely accused of cheating or even mishandedly wounding the examiner and eventually denied permanent qualifications as a secretive pharmacist.

In the theater, the female secretive pharmacist understated that he didn't even want the secretive pharmacist apprentice, naturally provoked the thorn in Tipp's heart, where he could endure it.

“Hmmm...” Tipple wrinkled slightly, "If she showed up again, I would definitely let her try the power of my ten secret drugs. ”

“I advise you not to cut the branches.” Judas shook his head, "from the theater situation, the men and women should not be interested in our affairs... Tipp, the world is big, the chief, though strong, is stronger than him, not without... that invisible barrier, you see? Even the chief couldn't break a full punch, but he hurt himself. ”

“Perhaps only a defensive force is in itself a scum of war five.” Tipp snorted: “So many defensive props… the Magician's Association has a [Blazing Seven Circle] called ‘Absolute Defense’? In addition, I have heard that the thirteen clans of vampires have hidden [Blood Glory], which the original vampire ancestors should have used, as well as artifacts called unbreakable physical attacks. ”

Judas smiled bitterly: "Please, these are either legendary artifacts or treasures of great value… If it's so easy for us to meet one, I should consider buying a lottery ticket before sunrise, perhaps winning a prize. If I fail tomorrow, I should be able to enjoy my old age. ”

“Out of the question old man! ”

“Kid. ”

In fact, Tipp is not very old... although he looks like a middle-aged man, he looks much older than he normally is because of his long-standing relationship with secret drugs and his body has been eroded by a lot of toxins - in fact, Tipp is only seventeen years old this year.

He was once known as the most talented genius in nearly a hundred years in the magician's world —— well, he's really only seventeen this year.

Mixers… probably a way to ‘relax’ too.

The sound of the harmonica suddenly rang outside… Outside, under a tree, Caesar was sitting on the grass, playing the harmonica, while Catherine was leaning against him.

Look at the moon and the clouds of night.

……

When Lancelot woke up, her lips were moist... and when she woke up, she found herself lying on the ground - with a coat under her.

That's what Her Majesty was wearing.

At this point, the queen is moistening her lips with a wet handkerchief… she even pillows on the queen's leg.

“Queen... how can you?” Lancelot struggled to get up.

And the queen pressed her body and blinked, “Look, son, now you're not as powerful as an old woman, why are you so strong? ”

“But?” Lancelot opened his mouth.

The queen laughed: "I was involved in the war when I was a year old, and although it was just a support group for women, I had some experience caring for the wounded and sick… although I hadn't done it in many years, some of them were just negligent. Your right hand looks severely broken... Did they do it? I can only help you fix it for a moment, after all, the conditions here are very limited. ”

Lancelot lifted his arm, wrapping two strips of cloth around his arm - apparently the strip was removed from the wooden chair.

“Not…” Lancelot shook his head.

The fracture of the right hand occurred earlier... A day ago, the right hand held the 'Lake Light Without Destruction’ and ate the most powerful knight in the legend, Farrell, a blow that not only broke the sword, but also directly broke the hand bone.

When she remembers "The Light of the Lake Without Destruction," she remembers being deprived of her inheritance… her eyes are darkened.

“Looks like…” the queen looked down at her and said softly, “Where I can't see you, you've really tried. ”

“I... I lost my knight's power. ”

Her Majesty now covered her eyes with her palm and said slowly: "Now, the darkness you see is temporary, and when my palm is open, the light will appear in front of you again. But I don't want it to show up right away, you know why. ”

“Why…” she asked subconsciously.

"'Because darkness can calm you down,' said the queen, 'and you can't see your weakness... so you can cry all you want. But when the light comes out, you need to be ready... child. ”

Lancelot's not talking anymore.

It's just that the queen can feel the palms of her hands, sending a moist message.

At this moment, outside the stone chamber, the sound of the instrument, the sound of the harmonica… Her Majesty heard it.

Her left palm still covered Lancelot's eyes, but at this point her right hand was carrying something… a black card.

This was at the theater, and goodbye to that honorable and terrible teacher of her time, she gave it to her before she left.

Little Elizabeth, if something doesn't work out, make a wish on this card, the teacher will show up. But correspondingly, you're going to have to pay something valuable.

“Teacher...”

Her Majesty was caught in contemplation.

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By the time I got out of another theater, it had been more than 10 minutes since 8 p.m. - I didn't see the full [Tulando], but the club's owners and maids had successfully finished watching the famous [Opera Mirage].

The weather this month, on the streets of Fogdu, is still very cold.

Many passers-by walk in the wind in their clothes - of course, for the boss and the maid, there is no sense of cold.

Elegance is elegant… today the maid dresses up outside.

But isn't it relatively thin?

“Master? ”

All of a sudden, the maid felt the cold —— the kind of cold her body would feel —— and she remembered not for a long time that she felt when she was weak.

This is what happens when her body is unconscious, and she's probably the only one in the world who owns it.

“I suddenly realized that the more powerful I was, the more interesting things I couldn't feel.” Lochu just laughed and then held the maid's hands and placed them on her lips, holding the heat.

Gently rubbing, to bring heat.

“Like this, for example.” Rochu laughed. “Do you think I'm too bad? ”

“Could be... worse for me. ”

Lo Qiu smiled without saying a word, but took off his coat and put it on the maid... although it seems a little loose, there are many similar situations on the street.

Those in love, that's about it.

The streets were very lively, and the maid in the master's coat leaned against Rocchu, carrying her handbag and walking silently.

Then they stopped in front of the street artists.

It's a band playing on the streets… Boss Lo stopped because he saw a former guest.

“Mr. Cheng, did he come here to study music?” The maid looked slightly surprised.

That's the Oriental youth holding the guitar, playing and singing.

The crowd sings him, wears a duck tongue cap, and plays himself a [remember-me].

”'There's something of his own,' said Rochu with a smile.