The meeting was held not in the so-called Curse Land and the Fairy Tale World, but in a circular conference room on the top of the Congress Building in Ingman.

In the conference room is a C-shaped round table.

When Roger and others entered, some people were already sitting there.

Seeing Gahris, a handsome blonde young man sitting on the left hand raised his head.

Roger recognized the other party's identity.

The legendary Prince Charming, the incarnation of wisdom and virtue, Knight Gaowen.

Seeing Roger, Gao Wen actually stood up on his own initiative.

"Bedville, long time no see, Gahris said that when you were performing the inheritance ceremony, there was some conflict in your memory. How is it dealt with now?"

"fine."

Roger continued to maintain his indifferent and low-key personality.

"Gahris has told me about the previous incident. He did something wrong. Although you are a member of the Knights, you have done us a favor in this matter."

Gao Wen smiled and made people feel like spring breeze. Although this young man looked harmless, Roger could still feel the powerful force of his deliberate suppression.

The rumors are indeed true.

Lancelot and Gowen are more than one better than other Knights of the Round Table.

Facing a guy like Tristan who is at the bottom of the inheritance knight, he can even form a crush!

The 12 round table knights were not a piece of iron barrel inside. In the past, Bedville, as a half-settled man, had been wandering in this kind of struggle and was not close to anyone.

This time, Roger got closer to the Gareth brothers by chance. As their elder brother, Gao Wen naturally seized this opportunity.

Roger sat at the end and glanced at the opposite side.

The first position on the right is vacant, and it should be the position that belongs to Lancelot.

He was thinking of footsteps coming from the door. A tall, silver-haired man walked in.

When he entered the hall, the temperature in the room seemed to drop a few degrees. Roger felt a pair of sharp eyes coming. He looked up and the man with silver hair looked at him.

"Don't look at him."

Gahris reminded next to him.

"There is a part of the bloodline of the Frost Dragon in Lancelot's bloodline."

Gahris smiled. "As the dragon, no matter what kind of breed, it naturally has some dragon power."

His voice was not loud, but everyone here was a third-level extraordinary person, so these words could naturally be clearly heard by everyone.

Roger lowered his eyes instead of saying a word.

Fortunately, Gao Wen intended to restrain his bloodline and aura. But Lancelot didn't know whether it was because of his racial nature or wanted to show his strength. His aggressive sharpness made anyone who looked at him very uncomfortable.

But it is undeniable that these two guys are the strongest third-level extraordinary people Roger has ever encountered so far.

I don't know who is higher and lower than Yarahan who once had complete pale blood.

KAKA.

The crisp footsteps came, and Roger looked up and saw a familiar face.

Galahad.

But this time Galahad was not wearing a robe, but was wearing a professional women's suit in keeping with the times.

The tailored striped suit sets off her body more straight and plump, with her hair tied neatly behind her head.

"Since everyone is here, the meeting officially begins!"

"One is missing, Tristan."

A big bearded man sitting not far from Lancelot said.

"Tristan was seriously injured and could not come."

The other person replied.

"oh?"

"If I remember correctly, Tristan should be the one who performs inheritance rituals among all the knights of the inheritance."

"It's really embarrassing us so weak."

Although the two of them did not say it clearly, their eyes swept at the Gahris brothers opposite.

"Ahem!"

A low cough came.

An old man in a black robe walked in at some point in the field.

His face was square and his hair was sparse. Although he was tall and upright, he could see the rich decay atmosphere from his face.

"Mr. Green!"

Everyone stood up and bowed their heads to say hello.

"Sit down."

The old man said nothing and sat straight in the main seat.

Seeing him sit down at the same time, everyone sat down.

This old man who looks like he is about to die of rotten wood is the current leader of the Knights of the Round Table.

Cobb Green.

Fourth-level extraordinary person.

This is almost the ultimate class that the real world can accommodate.

“How many years have we not held a roundtable?”

Green's eyes passed over everyone and looked at Roger, who was sitting in the end seat.

"Bedville, long time no see, you are finally willing to leave that damn lake."

"There are two main things to call everyone today."

Green's eyes swept across everyone, and there was no power in his eyes, but no one, including Lancelot, dared to look at him.

The fourth-level extraordinary person has crossed a barrier and has a qualitative gap with other extraordinary people.

Just like a noble and a king.

Maintaining the most basic humility in the face of the strong is a quality.

He may have aging, but as long as he is still sitting in this position and maintaining the combat effectiveness of the fourth level, then in this conference hall and on this round table, he is the only voice.

"The dark tide is coming."

"The calm that has been maintained for 100 years is about to be broken again."

"Just yesterday, Gahris, Tristan, Bedville and others ran into the Queen of Night's servant deep in the forest of Ild."

"The headless knight Rams, the dark deer-headed Kirnon, as for the others, it should appear soon."

"After the meeting, I will contact the Warlock Club and the Nature Society. Today, unlike in the past, the technological information has become extremely developed."

"If we cannot suppress this dark tide smoothly, then we and the extraordinary world behind us may be exposed to the eyes of the whole world."

After hearing Green's words, everyone in the venue looked different, some were worried and some were calm, and some showed a moment of joy.

"I will relocate the existing fiefdom, and the battle will surely start, but we at least have the right to choose the location of the battle."

"This is not only our battle, but also the battle of the extraordinary world of Europe."

"I hope everyone can unite and overcome this difficulty together."

Without the passionate statement, Greene's tone was stable, as if he was talking about an outdoor trip, but no one in the conference hall dared to interrupt him.

“There’s another thing.”

Green breathed out and leaned back in the high-back seat.

"When this dark tide is over, I will leave the Knights of the Round Table and enter the Privy Council."

His eyes drooped slightly, as if he was paying attention to everyone's expressions.

"The Knights of the Round Table will need a new leader, and I hope this person can be born among you."

"In addition to the corresponding rights and obligations, I think you should be clear about what it means to be a group leader, right?"

Green looked up.

"It means you can get rid of the shackles on your body and get the key to entering level 4!"
Chapter completed!