Trafford’s Trading Club

“Just for a look? You think everyone's Farrell? Posture?”

“You think I'm kidding? ”

“No… although you do enjoy jokes all the time, you can't make jokes like this. ”

That was the dialogue between Joker Knight Dagonit and Mr. Gareth, the current head of the knighthood apparatus - which took place in the cockpit of a warplane.

“Holy Church, Black Church... the mysterious strong.” Gareth looked at the report at hand and frowned and said, "Is there anything in this town worth attracting these guys to? ”

“I don't care, I know it's a place to die, and I'm not going to stay.” Dagonit shook his head.

Gareth had some grievances... but didn't say anything. The present knighthood appears to have been reintegrated, but power is in the Queen's hands - even his own - and he swore allegiance to the Queen in the Fog World War I.

Even so, the knighthood still had different voices hidden… in front of Gareth belonged to a neutral faction, and Dagonit was naturally the Royal Party, not to mention because he was adopted by the Queen.

Although the two were nominally superior or inferior, Dagonit was in fact apparently clamping down on one of his devices in the knighthood.

At the same time, as head of the new Dragon Rider Armored Division (renamed the former Prime Minister's Heritage Warriors Corps), Gareth was also quite overwhelmed when he moved him.

“When the knighthood will give way even in its own country.” Gareth shook his head and sighed bitterly.

The fog played a role, the knighthood said it was integrated, the fire was reborn... but the strength to regenerate after integration was not as good as before - giving it too little time.

More importantly, the Knights lost the trophy of the Great War [Holy Grail] a hundred years ago… that is key to shooting the rest of the [inhuman] forces… nuclear weapons between the great Powers on a year-on-year basis.

This is actually a mess, and when it gets to Gareth, it gives him the feeling of taking a bunch of orphans from an orphanage into adult warfare - fortunately, Britain is surrounded by the sea and relatively independent...

“It's not a retreat, it's a tactical retreat.” Dagonit is quite casual: “You have to understand that the result of staying is most likely that the knighthood loses a twelve knights. You weren't there, you weren't there, so you can't imagine what a horrible thing that was. A few hours ago, if you were in the same position as me, you could have escaped. ”

Scary...

In Gareth's heart, he stood himself in front of the worst of the world, in fact, Farrell, and saw that mighty power, and at the end of the fog war, he felt the horror of Sir Puggins holding the Holy Grail.

“There's no need to say more.” Gareth waved, "and now that you've decided to retreat, I'll respect what you mean. But our knighthood must not abandon any people on our soil. There is also a top-notch college there, a place to transport talent for me in Britain... you have to understand that there are some knights in the knighthood, who have also studied at this university, which is quite emotional. ”

“Let them come. I grew up in an orphanage. I don't know what homeschool is. ”

Gareth frowned: "Dagonit, I hope you can make another decision, that is to wait for backup… I will send as many people as I can to support you. Twelve knights, I'll try to get you two over there. ”

“When we went to intercept Farrell's escape, it was three, didn't it work?” Dagonit scoffed, "Gareth, you're still so naive that as long as you can't reach the third stage of the Heritage Armor, we're just ordinary knights with the name of the Twelve Knights. ”

“I will report the matter to Her Majesty, who will decide.” Gareth took a deep breath and took a deep look at Dagonit.

He believed that Dagonit had contacted the Queen before communicating with himself.

The point is, in Dagonit's words, there's an implicit intention to abandon the whole town - so, is this a private idea of Dagonit, or was it implicitly given by Her Majesty the Queen?

……

“Lancelot? I want to report something to Her Majesty. ”

On the screen, Lancelot's grinning face.

“Her Majesty is asleep.” Lancelot shook her head: “She told me that whoever she was, she wasn't going to see me tonight... maybe you could wait till tomorrow morning. ”

“Lancelot?” Gareth frowned.

Lancelot apologized: “It seems to include anything from the knighthood as well. ”

Gareth frowned deeper: "Lancelot, do you know anything? ”

Lancelot silenced for a moment: “It was about evening… five hours ago Her Majesty received a special call. ”

“Who?”

“A call from the Pope of the Holy Church…” Lancelot's voice was a little lower, "that's all I know, Gareth… I hope you pay attention to your identity. The present knighthood is not the knighthood of Sir Pupkins... Good night. ”

“Lancelot...”

Looking at the disconnected correspondence, Gareth sighed again. He felt powerless. The whole person leaned on the back of the chair and said to himself: “I really am not fit to be such a superior...”

He likes to be free, he likes to be an unreliable teacher, he likes to take his students with him, exorcise demons all over the country... he doesn't like to sit in this visible room and sign documents.

……

Lancelot walked into the queen's bedroom with a glass of fresh water... the queen did intend to go to bed and had changed her pajamas, only at this time she was not in bed, but drawing in front of the terrace.

“It's Gareth's call, right?” Her Majesty asked softly as she tinted the palette.

“Seems anxious.” Lancelot gently placed the cup on the table, then closed the tray and stood silently aside.

“Tomorrow there will be results.” Her Majesty stopped, “Good and bad… time will soon pass, just as I have so little time left. ”

Among humans, Her Majesty is quite old… and she is indeed just an ordinary human being.

“Whether or not… something happened.” Lancelot couldn't help but whisper.

Her Majesty looked at Lancelot at this moment and laughed: “You know, anything that is profitable, as king, is done… even with sacrifice. ”

“Your Grace? ”

“This is what my teacher taught me.” Her Majesty laughed: “It was quite cruel and quite heartless, and it took me a lifetime to learn what it meant to be a king's heartless. ”

“No, you are the king of mercy.” Lancelot looked up.

“I'm not merciful, it's just that mercy can be transformed into something good for me, that's all.” Her Majesty seems to laugh and not laugh: “You see, I am a wicked mother who imprisons her own son as well. ”

“This…”

“I really have to go to sleep this time.” Her Majesty stood up slowly, "My safety, please continue, Lancelot...”

She slowly walked toward the queen bed, as if talking to herself, "Weak can only bow her head, wait… wait for a day strong enough, then avenge. ”

……

……

Ramias then came to the beach, where she made an appointment with Boss Lo - whether the operation was successful or not.

Father Stra's strength has exceeded her expectations… and, I'm afraid, that of the entire Black Church.

[Armored by God] is one of the secret weapons that the Black Order has spent decades developing and preparing against the Holy Church, but was easily punched and destroyed by Father Stra.

The whole cultivation has so far only succeeded in developing three [armor of the god]... Ramias dared not even imagine if the cultivation knew about this, whether there was room for her to be sent to serve the celestial visitor.

Before that, Lamierce was sitting on her knees at the beach, looking far away and fading away.

She suddenly heard footsteps.

“What's on your mind? ”

“I'm a little tired, I just need a break.” Ramias stood up soon, under multiple pressures, and when she saw the mysterious man again, she magically seemed to be feeling a little more comfortable, "Thank you for your hard work tonight. You managed to stall Vasco, but unfortunately I didn't live up to my expectations. ”

Boss Luo looked at several small fishing boats parked not far away and suddenly said: “Those people will go fishing tomorrow, they all hope to have a good harvest, but how much will be harvested until they return tomorrow. ”

And Ramias said, "What kind of power do you belong to, and why do you know so much about what's inside the Black Order? Who the hell are you, why can you use the power of [circle] directly... why can you suppress an old church knight! ”

“I do not belong to the forces of either side.” Boss Lo said in a sea breeze: "The reason I was able to use [the circle] is theoretically cheating… As for what you said about stalling Vasco, isn't it because Miss Ramias wanted me to be able to do it, that's why she asked me? ”

“If I say, can you help me solve all the difficulties?” Ramias said coldly.

She suddenly remembered the conversation she had had with Eve earlier, and her ears were slightly warm.

“Promise you something I've done.” But Boss Lo said directly: "The agreement has been completed, and I will leave you alone for the next time. ”

Looking at the other person's intention to leave, Ramias hastily said: "What exactly do you want, you will do it! ”

“When I think it's worth it. ”

He left this answer and disappeared, and Ramias stood idly by the cold sea, holding his hands in cold arms.

But she has something to look forward to… and where to go.

“Even if Vasco can be suppressed, I'm afraid there's nothing I can do in the face of Stella's unreasonably powerful...”

She whispered to herself.

It always feels like this idea is just an excuse.

At this moment, the special phone for communication suddenly rang, and Lamia's body shook slightly... she hesitated for a moment before taking a deep breath and stabilizing her emotions before connecting directly.

“It's me,” she whispered.

“Ramias?” On the other side of the phone is a low and dull voice, "The Sisters of the Battle have arrived on the orders of Lord Katrina... Where are you? ”

“So soon?” Ramias subconsciously said that the Battle Sisters, the strongest fighter under Sir Katrina, had been stationed at the Order's headquarters - but she communicated with Sir Katrina only half a day ago.

“Lord Katrina allowed us to wait for the Nautilus.” The voice said quickly, "So report your current position, Sister Ramias. ”

“By the sea… I'm by the sea.” She took a deep breath and had to signal her coordinates.

Nautilus… One of the mysterious instruments hidden by the Black Order has also been the Black Order for many years, but every covert operation has been able to escape the scrutiny of many lines of sight and successfully reach its destination.

“Even the Nautilus was used...” Ramias muttered to himself: “It seems that Lord Katrina is in a cult situation, I'm afraid it's true...”

……

Shortly afterwards, Ramias arrived at a cliff before seeing the black waters in front of him, and the slightest light approached him in the direction of the waves.

Shortly afterwards, the seawater flipped, a huge thing emerged from the deep sea… but it was obvious that it was not completely close enough, I'm afraid, for the depth of the sea to support its active space.

At this point, seven streams of light emerged from the floats of this enormous thing and then fell in front of Ramias.

A woman headed by a strong, Kambi Vasco-like body… Not only that, she carries a giant black sword with many staggered scars across her face.

All of the battle nuns are wearing black armor... This is a special mass production model developed using [Goddess Armor] as a prototype, [Fear Reverse Cross] armor.

“Lord Grant.” Ramias took a deep breath and came forward.

This powerful hole in front of her, the strong woman with countless scars on her face, is the leader of the entire battle nuns corps... Ramias was actually a member of this nuns corps before becoming a user of [Armor of God] and was trained by Grant.

Perhaps because of an unpleasant experience before, when faced with Grant, Ramias always had a chilling feeling.

“Ramias.” Grant, who has no expression, says slowly at this point: "At the behest of Lord Katrina, we will arrest you back to headquarters on the grounds of… mutiny. ”

“What?” Ramias stunned.

The battle nuns have surrounded her regiment by now...