Trafford’s Trading Club

[The-Fianna] HQ.

The requisitioned warplanes have crashed, leaving even a limited number of survivors in the full regiment - who eventually completed their final mission, bringing back here information documenting the battles between the Knights of the Twelve Rounds Table and [Oberon].

After removing the ‘dragon cavalry' armor from his body, several survivors looked particularly frightened… as if they had fallen out, leaving the staff to begin adjusting outside the cabin for post-war rest.

In fact, although they have been able to return this time, their values have reached a dangerous line of alert… I am afraid that if they are not adjusted in time, they will not be much better off than the rest of the deceased.

Survivors closed their eyes slowly, and as for what would happen in the future… they didn't want to go.

“They just lack real life. ”

In the control room, the Prime Minister gave a reason to look at several survivors who had entered the adjustment compartment.

He has even recovered from the blow of the failure of this operation, inspiring the people here, "Despite the failure of this operation, the data obtained is also invaluable, which makes us aware of the shortcomings of the 'dragon cavalry' and the defects of the driver… this is the direction we will attack in the future! We, in power, have reached these inhuman fields, and all that is missing is something else! Technology! More data! And fighting spirit! ”

It's better to say this than not… people are accustomed to looking for a reason why failure is not sad.

The Prime Minister did not stay too long in the control room and, after a few brief remarks, left here under the escort of an officer.

There are so many things that require his headaches - for example, how to deal with those cabinet ministers and how to deploy military operations, then there is a series of interventions with the cavalier institutions, and finally even the impact of this fog riot… and reconstruction.

Mr. Prime Minister even had the feeling that he might not be able to get even a half-day off for the next six months.

“Get me a helicopter. ”

The Prime Minister told the accompanying officers at this time: "After boarding the plane, give me another temporary video conference. It's almost time to spread the word about the old guys in the cabinet... Also, now get me on the phone with the military department, I want to know the evacuation progress of the current crowd...”

Mr. Prime Minister had a pause, and there seemed to be more to come. He was trying to figure out what he was thinking at the moment, so he was indulging - but the officers around him were not acting at the moment.

He had to frown, "Didn't you hear me? I said put me through to the military immediately! Are you freaking out about the riots out there? ”

“I'm sorry, Mr. Prime Minister, you have no right to order me now.” The officer said softly.

“What are you talking about? ”

The officer smiled, "Because you have now been temporarily suspended from the prime minister's duties… Sorry, Mr. prime minister, you are now suspected of moving government officials, colluding with inhumans abroad, or even planning a kidnapping of the queen… so I need to arrest you now. ”

“What did you say?!” Mr. Prime Minister, look incredibly beneath this belly, "you arrest me! Who gave you the power!! ”

“This question, after you meet Sir Pupkins, I am sure he will be willing to answer you. ”

“Pupkin...”

Instead of speaking, the officer rushed up and knocked him unconscious at the moment when the Prime Minister could not react.

The shock, which instantly frightened the two guards next to the Prime Minister, did not wait for them to take out their pistols, who had been knocked down by officers at an extremely rapid pace.

As for the escort of the accompanying personnel from the original base, it was time to stand still.

“It works as usual… when I get back.” The officer looked at the staff in front of him and said slowly.

……

……

On the long street, there are at least five or more violent beasts - two of them, even holding a dying inhabitant in their hands.

Mr. Gareth needs to be quite careful, only to fear that the aftermath of the battle will lead to the death of these hostages, who will inadvertently send their lives to Yellow Springs - and naturally not so much concern if only faced alone with these Orcs.

After the siege of Oberon, the leader of the myth of the end of the day, in addition to Gerrant, who was so consumed that he could only rest for now, the other four maintained considerable fighting power, so after leaving the monastery, he was dispatched to the main neighbourhoods of Misty City to begin suppressing the riots of the Orcs.

At this point, several more chills flashed through the air, after which Mr. Joker was rapidly passing between the buildings - Mr. Gareth had to be shocked, afraid that the guy would do nothing but harm the two dying residents.

“Dagonit!! Don't mess around! ”

It was just a flying knife, and at this point it was easy to penetrate the shoulder joints of these Orcs… the hostages were able to escape at once.

Several elite knights, ready at all times, rushed out and rescued the hostages directly - followed by Mr. Joker knocking them down directly at the speed of the wind falling leaves.

He fell beneath the rioting beasts and then the flying knife returned between his fingers.

All I heard was this Mr. Joker crying, “I said Gareth, do you have a little faith in me? I am also the man who made the knight's vows in front of King Arthur's statue. ”

Mr. Gareth had to roll his eyes... he had no time to ignore this guy, and he hastily ordered the elite knights to bring back the beaten Orc.

The fanaticism of the Orcs has not been lifted, but has been confined by the elite knights with special binding props, completely deprived of the ability to act, and can only make meaningless noises of chaos.

“They are all residents with legal status, only bewitched. ”

Mr. Gareth instructed the elite knights to put these paved animals on a transport truck, "Take care of them when you get back, we need to find a way to defuse their fanaticism, and if they do not calm down, I suggest you use sedatives. ”

“Yes!”

The knights started to get busy —— on the carriage, naturally more than just a few of the Orcs that Mr. Joker had just hit.

In the car, originally, there were more than twenty Orcs lying down.

“Gareth, I'll take a step to clear the field, and I'll leave these troublesome things to you.” After Mr. Joker greeted him, he ran off on the long street.

Gareth is a little helpless... but by the way, maybe he's really born to handle this trivial thing.

Loading the car didn't really have much time to go, the key was that the car was full and the beasts needed to be transported back - Gareth didn't feel comfortable just letting the knights carry it, because in Fogdu, the doomsday mythology thugs didn't know where to hide at the moment.

“Mr. Gareth, maybe I can help you. ”

In the shady alley, a man was seen dragging a seriously wounded Orc out.

Gareth glanced, a little surprised, and nodded: "So it's you, Mr. Simpton. ”

The Simpton Grand Knight threw the severely wounded Orc on the ground, and immediately afterwards someone locked the Orc up and squeezed him into the transport.

Simpton said positively at the moment: "Leave the shipping to me, to suppress the Orcs, you come more efficiently than we do… We need to calm the fog riots as soon as possible. ”

Gareth couldn't disagree, hesitated for a moment and nodded, "Well, you're in charge of the delivery, Knight Simpton. ”

“As you command, great Knight Gareth.” Simpton gave him the courtesy of a junior knight to meet his superior knight.

“Oh... you are obviously too discreet! Mr. Simpton, relax!” Gareth patted him on the shoulder, "we were comrades, not superiors. ”

“Well, I'll take a step first.” The Simptons nodded, "I'll be out as soon as I'm done shipping, waiting for your good news. ”

Then he walked straight onto the van - Gareth watched the van drive out before starting to get excited again.

Though a lot of physical strength has been preserved, everything from last night's escape from Farrell to tonight's fog has been rioting, and too much has happened… mentally fatigued for the first time.

Suddenly, he felt a slight moisture in his fingers, and he looked down and found a little blood stained on his fingers sometime.

It's still fresh… he's got blood on his fingers, looking at that distant transport car thoughtfully.

Probably just think about it.

Gareth shook his head, but eventually he moved and walked up to the alley where Simpton appeared - and he smelled intense blood.

Gareth frowned, lifted his palms, and a luminous group of palms accompanied by an ancient language of vomiting: the words of the elves that the Twelve Knights could use.

The light lit up this dark alley in an instant.

There was only a long trace of blood on the ground… it was caused by a wounded body that was dragged hard on the ground - probably the seriously wounded beast brought out of Simpton.

He walked slowly along the bloodstain, always feeling what was ahead - his footsteps finally stopped in front of a door.

Seems to be the back door of a restaurant… the door is concealed, dragging blood, and it starts here.

Mr. Gareth gently pushed the door open and walked in.

After a few seconds, he suddenly shrunk his gaze - in front of him, in front of the hall of this small flavored restaurant, he saw a man kneeling on the floor with a wide wound, an animal who had already been sentenced to death...

They have turned into cold bodies.

The body knelt on the floor in a confessional position… on the floor, red and sticky blood - like a slaughterhouse.

“This…” Mr. Gareth's tone changed slightly.

……

……

Sir Pupkins Manor.

In Sir's private office Mr. Pupkins sat quietly waiting for something - a middle-aged man with a little bald hair across from his desk, sitting half-width.

His head was drooling.

Perhaps this has been happening for some time now... the man sitting in a crooked position woke up and looked up in panic.

“You betrayed... you! Pupkins? ”

Waking up, Hershey is the Prime Minister of the British Government - suddenly he sees his opponent, who looks around in panic for a moment.

This is a completely strange place —— but he knows what it is, because intelligence has seen it.

“Mr. Prime Minister, you should be familiar with the environment here.” Sir Pupkins smiled and said, "Because I think, on your desk, there must be a lot of detail, right? ”

“Pupkins!!” The prime minister stood up and pressed his hands against the table, looking at each other angrily, "How dare you use lynching against me? Do you know what you're doing? ”

The jazz waved freely, “I know exactly what I'm doing, Mr. Prime Minister… why don't you listen to what I know and what do you want to do? ”

The prime minister calmed down momentarily while collating the information available… he sat down again silently.

The jazz said slowly, "You want to deal with the knighthood, right? ”

The prime minister laughed.

Sir continues: "Every year a great deal of money goes to your secret base, and over the years, you have created 23 ‘Dragon Cavalry' fighters named [The-Fianna] … Celtic Mythology of the Bronian Warriors. You think this band of warriors can compare to our round-table knights… In fact, I really admire your efforts, after all, you have proven with your own efforts that ordinary people can also step into the inhuman realm. ”

"I wouldn't be surprised," the prime minister sneered. "At this point, you will come up with all the information on the results of the research… I didn't expect that I would be rebellious. ”

Sir shook his head, “His name is Ofen, in fact, he is my adopted son and a knight in our knighthood… never a subordinate of yours, my Prime Minister. ”

“Yes, very good!” The prime minister bit his teeth and he couldn't say anything in the end.

“Shall we continue?” Sir, sit back, "you quickly came up with a plan —— you funded a mob organization. This organization is called The Myth of the End, right? For a few years, you've been funding a lot of activities for this organization, haven't you? In addition, you secretly purchased some equipment from the Magicians' Association before giving it to them. Of course, this organization is not wasting your resources for nothing. Your [The-Fianna] seems to have several technologies, all taken from somewhere else through this organization, right? Let me think, there was a shipment of stolen space material in the United States last year, as if it were you too... your pen? ”

“Ridiculous! One-sided word!” The Prime Minister snorted.

“Later, you felt the time was ripe.” The jazz continues to be tolerant: "You don't think you should have anything to do with this organization anymore, because it affects your future work… just when our Crown Prince seems to have really lost patience… He doesn't want to wait any longer, after all, he's almost seventy years old. The seventy-year-old Crown Prince, indeed, has waited too long. ”

The Prime Minister's face finally changed slightly.

The jazz goes without saying: “You let the mythologist of the end, abduct the queen, and declare war on the British government… you have a good reason to use [The-Fianna], you can use [The-Fianna] not only to uproot this organization that you funded in this incident, but perhaps our queen will also die in this abduction due to unfortunate accidents. Well... let's see, when it's all over, it's time for the Crown Prince to come on board? Then, as an inactive knighthood in the matter of the Queen being held hostage, it becomes a role impeached by the Cabinet… Perhaps [The-Fianna], with the possibility of replacing the knighthood. ”

“Oh, one more thing, perhaps you didn't think, is that the doomsday mythologists would directly ask the British government for independence for the whole of Northern Ireland, a part slightly beyond your control…” Sir Pupkins smiled looking at the Prime Minister's ugly face: "Probably so. Is there anything else you need to add? ”

“Yes.” The prime minister laughed coldly at the moment, "That's that you seem to have forgotten to search... Pupkins, you shouldn't have seen me alone! ”

Suddenly, the prime minister lifted his clothes and drew out an antique-like copper pistol, pointing the gun at each other, laughing: “Just a little lighter, it doesn't make any difference. Goodbye, my good friend. ”

Boo--!!

There was no time left for the jazz to react, and the Prime Minister pulled this particular weapon like this.

The whistling bullet stopped in front of the jazz at this moment - as if something was blocking it and trapping it.

The Prime Minister fired shots in horror - but one bullet was fixed in front of Sir Pupkins… until all the bullets had been fired.

“You…”

“Well, it's very powerful, the Magicians Association's new toy of the year. ”

The prime minister retreated in horror... and suddenly, he turned around and snatched the door at all costs!

Without intending to stop him, the jazz watched as he hurriedly opened the office door and rushed out… and stepped back again.

At this time, the Prime Minister's divine colour appeared so alarmed.

Step back he finally understood one thing.

His voice was like a squeezed out voice, and he was struggling to say: "[Oberon], it's you... how...”

In front of the door, Caesar.

He walked in step by step with no expression on his face.

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PS: Next chapter later...