Trafford’s Trading Club

Fogdu, out of town, Sir Pupkins Estate.

In the knighthood, in front of a huge round table, people sit around, and they are all heads of knighthood agencies everywhere - at this point, they all have the same box in front of them.

This is a tightly guarded area - because, just outside the door of this round table, with the exception of Lancelot, which has already been hijacked, all the current round tables are guarded here, along with nearly thirty great knights and hundreds of elite knights.

“Let's get started. ”

Sir Pupkins said softly, first opening the box in front of himself - he removed a pebble-sized green gem from it.

At the same time, the heads of the knighthood agencies everywhere, at almost the same time, took the same thing out of the box in front of them.

Thereafter, Sir Pupkins unscrewed the sculpture on his cane and inserted it into a small dent in the table in front of him… spinning.

The sound of the gear spinning sounds, and the floor in the middle of the round table opens at this time, only to see a statue of a king with a sword, slowly coming from under the floor.

Above the stone sword blade held on the statue, there is a circular groove that corresponds to the gem held by each person in charge.

Everyone held their breath and watched the scene carefully as a gem seemed to have been pulled out of their hands and embedded in a stone sword groove.

“Though I have always known it existed, I have never really seen it since my succession I never expected to see it in my lifetime. ”

Speaking is an old man much older than Sir Pupkins. His eyes wandered away, his eyes blinking, watching closely every moment of change above the statue.

Click--!

Suddenly, the loud noise struck the crowd, only to see the statue of the king, starting from the head, directly and automatically splitting open and scattering open… like a petal floating beneath, eventually revealed a small stone.

And in that rock, it's a simple stone cup.

“This… this is the legendary Holy Grail? ”

I never thought that the Grail would be such a crowd, and sometimes there would be an indescribable colour of disappointment - perhaps in their imagination, the Grail should be more precious, perhaps not too gorgeous, at least to make people feel extraordinary at a glance.

But this silence only lasted a few seconds —— seconds later, the chalice on the stone table, suddenly trembling, and there were even massive cracks in its body.

Shh, shh, shh...!

After an intense tremor, its entire site was shattered, with a gleaming golden light that instantly filled every part of the room, preventing them from opening their eyes.

Once they had adjusted their gaze, they looked once again uncertain, and after that it was no longer difficult to hide the excitement in their hearts - what was in front of them was the true Holy Grail.

Like infinite magic, even if they see the eyes, the soul seems to be drawn, and they cannot help but see the heavens.

Peace, happiness, satisfaction... Humanity should be able to bring a sense of rapidity, fill their hearts for a moment... None of their faces appeared to themselves a strange but seemingly obsessed satisfaction laugh.

Jah-jah-jah-jah!

The sound of knocking suddenly sounded at this time. This time, the crowd suddenly struck a spirit and woke up, but saw Sir Pupkins knocking on the table with his cane.

“Gentlemen, please be quiet.” Sir Pupkins seemed to have not seen the faintness of the crowd, he said slowly.

Everyone shouted.

“The glass of grapes in the final supper, even once filled with the blood of the Son… a magic cup capable of fulfilling any wish.” The old man muttered to himself at this moment.

“Gentlemen, this is not the Holy Grail in the Bible, but what was made in that evil land a hundred years ago, in the name of the Holy Grail alone, but in no way sacred.” An old lady frowned at the moment, "the literature clearly says," to start it requires sacrifice! ”

Said the sacrifice to make the will slightly weaker. At this time, another cavalier organ leader who still had an obsession with the cup on the stone table woke up in a cold sweat.

“So, Pupkins, [Holy Grail] has been taken out, and the most critical part, what are you going to do... sacrifice the sacrifice? ”

Faced with what everyone saw, Sir Pupkins took a deep breath and said slowly: "It needs to swallow its soul before it can start. Of course the soul of a living person is impossible, so this time I intend to use something else. ”

“Well… it would be preferable to use the death row category as a sacrifice, but unfortunately the death penalty has now been abolished.” Perhaps we can try to use those supercriminals, "some suggested. Anyway, our relationship with the Association of Magicians is now somewhat rigid, and those wanted who were supposed to be handed over to them will probably not have to. ”

Sir Pupkins shook his head, “After their capture, the criminals have simultaneously notified the Magicians' Association, and if they can't come out at this time, it will raise their suspicions… Even though we were allies a hundred years ago because of the country's problems, there is no need to really get the relationship to the ice. ”

“What are you going to do? What other good offerings do you have? Are you going to use the soul of the Soul Palace?! ”

Sir Pupkins waved a little restlessly, "Perhaps by God, just before the ‘myth of the end’ crisis began, Misty's knighthood just cracked down on a criminal gang of smugglers… at present, this bunch of beasts are here. ”

“Orc... Orc?” Someone was silent.

“Since they are the slaves of the Orcs who have been captured and trafficked, it is also possible to come to the shelter families of the slave traders who do not dare to capture some of the harsh characters in the Orcs…” Someone moved.

“So that's it, I don't see it.” This is more direct.

“Well, Pupkins, even if the sacrifice is chosen, it cannot be done openly…” said the old man in silence: "Especially not in front of the Twelve Knights, which will shake their knight's faith. ”

“Don't worry, I've taken care of it.” Sir Pupkins had no expression, but knocked the table with his cane again.

I saw a wall on one side of the round table room, and at this point I slowly moved away. I saw a knight with a cold face, stained with blood on his body and a bloody sword on his hand, and slowly walked in.

The intense bloody smell made people frown for a moment, and the moment they stared at the cold-eyed knight, they couldn't help but feel a chill.

“This is the Great Simpton Knight.” Sir Pupkins calmly said, “I had let him handle it sooner… He had the sword [Hegny] in his hand, the souls of the Orcs, already stored in this sword. ”

“Simpton? Is that him, the child..."

The people in charge began to recalculate the shady man in front of them, and some information about Simpton began to appear in their minds.

Years ago, a rioting Orc emerged… The cruelty of this Orc gave the knighthood, and indeed the Magician's Association as a whole, a headache.

Eventually, the Orc was rounded up and killed. But by the time the troops found the home camp of this riot beast, many innocent human beings were also saved… the vast majority of them were women.

Even more shocking then was the fact that the women had given birth to children who had been raped by the riot beast and who had been used for various experiments.

Later, even if rescued, the children were basically broken… There seemed to be only one child left who was conscious.

Later, the child was raised by the knighthood and eventually became a great knight...

……

The Simptons bowed their heads slightly as if they had not seen the eyes of those responsible.

And Pupkins, in public surprise, didn't seem to exist, slowly said, "Okay, Simpton Cavalier, I entrust you with the honor of launching the Grail. Are you ready? ”

“Yes, my-lord. ”

The Simpton Grand Knight raised his sword to salute him, and then walked one step to the table where the Grail was placed, placing it at the tip of the Devil's Sword in his hand over the mouth of the Grail... only blood began to gush out of the blade and then dripped into the Grail.

“[Grail] The power to initiate is enhanced by the number of sacrifices.” Sir Pupkins said positively, "There are 43 spirits of the Orcs here, and I think it's impossible for [the Grail] to solve this crisis directly. ”

“What are you going to do, Pupkins? ”

“The root cause of this unrest is the organization 'Myth of the End’.” We need all the information, including the list of people, the location of this organization… only if it is completely eliminated can we avoid this happening in the future, "said Pukins directly. ”

A drop of blood dropped from the Devil's Sword, when the cup was almost half full… [Holy Grail] once again burst into glow.

Meanwhile, an ancient sheepskin scroll slowly appeared in front of Sir Pupkins...

……

- Payment of RMB 5 million.

Such a tone is, of course, unlikely to appear, except for a hint similar to this format.

Approximately:

You have a regular soul entry, Quantity +: 43.

In Boss Lo's head, he heard Lori's voice on the altar again.

“How can there suddenly be a feeling of finding a hundred bucks in a pocket of clothes that hasn't been worn for a long time...”

“Master?” Some of the maids who didn't understand the master suddenly came here with her hair dropping slightly on her side.

“Ah... don't move, this is a good pose. ”

Owner Lo, who wrote the motto to himself, decided to do a lot of things, while avoiding that he would eventually be unable to pull himself out because he was caught up in an infinite deal, so he was very restrained from [observing] this time-consuming activity.

In the room, the maid is starting a famous photography campaign with her owner.

After all, it was a long night.

……

……

Without a cell phone, or even a clock, in a dark stone chamber, the only thing left to judge time is the perceived power of the human body… the queen feels some tiredness.

It should have been beyond her weekday sleep.

Lancelot was no longer lying down, and when the queen's palms were released from her sight, she had recovered a little spirit and, in the quickest possible time, had eaten the food Caesar had sent her - to replenish her strength.

It seemed like a different person, but it seemed to be the way it was, and Her Majesty smiled and watched Lancelot move at the moment.

“Does this work?” Her Majesty asked curiously.

Lancelot, with chained chains on his hands, began to grind out on the stone room floor, and had grinded out a lot of stone powder.

Lancelot said positively at this time: "These shackles, developed by the Magicians' Association, are designed to imprison extraordinary forces. It is made of a special alchemy mineral called hamstone… but it is now largely phased out. In fact, there are still many of these items left in the cavalry… although it is convenient to confine extraordinary powers, in fact it is not sturdy. Prisoners have broken chains in this way. ”

“So…” Her Majesty nodded with pleasure, "how long, in your opinion, does it take to break it? ”

Lancelot shook his head, "I don't know. The prisoner seemed to have taken more than half a month to break. But there is always a better way than not, and we cannot wait for rescue. Your Majesty, may I have your attention, please? If anyone wants to come in, I want to stop doing that. ”

“Good boy, I'll watch for you, believe me I can do it.” The queen smiled with comfort.

Just...

Half a month… Her Majesty couldn't help but laugh in her heart and she did not tell Lancelot that Caesar would execute herself before sunrise.

Nor does Her Majesty intend to deny Lancelot's efforts at this time, but to slowly walk up to the door and pretend to listen carefully to the outside voices.

“Oh… it seems that someone is really here.” Her Majesty hurried back at this point.

Lancelot lay fast on the ground, covering the ground with milled stone powder, while keeping the chains together, side by side.

When the door opened, Her Majesty took a few steps back and also blocked Lancelot.

“What are you doing? ”

The people who came in were Judas and Catherine… Catherine looked at Her Majesty with suspicion at this moment.

Her Majesty is not too salty at this time, with the anger and cynicism of the imprisoned, "Ladies and gentlemen. Don't you know this freezing cold place can easily make me sick? If I don't get up and do something, it's probably going to get cold... I'm asking you to give me a boost. ”

Judas frowned and apparently hated this so-called aristocratic pie, "I hope you have enough activity, otherwise it will be late at night and colder. ”

“You rude people!” Her Majesty became angry.

Catherine just laughed and ignored it. Instead, she glanced at Lancelot on the ground and said, "Is this guy still awake? ”

“What have you done to her?” Her Majesty continues to be angry.

“Let me see if he's dead.” Catherine grinned and was about to cross the queen.

Unexpectedly, Her Majesty frowned and continued to scold: "Have you made her like this and are you going to continue to hurt her? In my capacity as Queen of England, I demand that you cease this brutality immediately! ”

“Bad old lady.” Catherine snorted softly.

“Forget it.” Judas said softly, "Caesar is just letting us look at it, there's no need to argue with her... so, Your Majesty, if you feel cold, I'll bring you a blanket later. ”

“I also asked for a pot of hot tea, preferably with an extra serving of fresh milk. I need fresh milk to sleep well! ”

“Do you think this is a hotel? Fucking old lady!! You probably don't know where you are yet? ”

A woman can easily embarrass a woman? Judas shook his head and held Catherine by his hand, pulling her away, "Okay, no fresh milk, I can bring you some hot water... nothing, just stay put. ”

Her Majesty slowly appealed when the door closed.

She listened to the door for a while, and she said, "Well, they should have gone far... son, am I right, I can do it. ”

Lancelot just sat up and glanced at Her Majesty with gratitude… blocked himself.

“Can you hear anything?” Her Majesty suddenly frowned.

Lancelot shouted, concentrating on the sound, only hearing what seemed to be the sound of the outside… the air seemed to tremble slightly as well.

……

A huge fighter jet is slowly descending from the night sky.