On the screen was Gareth's slightly pale face... Sir Pugins from the Knights of Twist agency listened to his report silently.
"...I'm extremely sorry, Mr. Pukins, we failed to prevent him from leaving."
Sir Pugins was silent for a moment, then frowned and asked: "Did he really say that he would go back to the castle prison?"
Gareth nodded, "He did say that."
"I understand." Sir Pugins nodded, "About Farrell's overreach, only the participants on Prison Island will know... Give the knights of Prison Island a hush order."
"But sir... this is Farrell, he has left the prison island?" Gareth had an expression of disbelief on his face.
Sir Pugins shook his head and said rather helplessly: "Since he said he would come back again, he will definitely go back... He never breaks his promise."
"but……"
"No need to say more." Sir Pugins waved his hand, "The castle prison can't trap him... The three twelve round tables are as helpless as children in front of him. Gareth, you still have to
Don’t you understand?”
"gentlemen?"
Sir Pugins sighed, "The castle prison... we were not able to put Farrell in at the beginning, but he walked in voluntarily."
"What!?"
Ignoring Gareth's horror at this time, Sir Pugins said seriously: "Knight Gareth, I will give you a new mission now. You have six hours to rest and get on your way. Please meet Darius within the specified time.
Gornet goes to the action point you are responsible for destroying the 'Doomsday Myth'. In addition, tell Lancelot to return to Her Majesty the Queen as soon as possible to continue her duties."
Gareth could only stand at attention and nodded in agreement.
After the communication with Gareth ended, Sir Pukins walked into the depths of the manor alone... After passing through layers of strict mechanisms, he finally came to a place where he was the only one with the highest authority of the Knights of Twist.
A secret room that only those in charge can enter.
In the secret room, there is a huge throne, and on top of the throne is a pair of silver armor in a sitting position, like a king.
Sir Pugins slowly walked up to the armor of the throne and stretched out his hand... His fingers just happened to touch the part of the gauntlet. It was like an electric shock, and Sir Pugins had to take back his hand.
Jazz slowly breathed a sigh of relief and murmured to himself: "[mordred]...after all these years, you still don't accept anyone except Farrell."
Farrell, who didn't even wear the holy armor, had easily defeated the three Gareths... A look of melancholy appeared on Sir Pugins' face.
He raised his head in silence and looked upward from the throne... Behind the throne, there was a huge mural on the wall paper.
Above the mural is a scene of a knight wearing silver holy armor and holding the legendary king's sword fighting hundreds of 'demons'...
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One night passes quietly as the earth rotates.
When I woke up in the morning, the maid had already prepared things for grooming...even the toothpaste had been squeezed onto the toothbrush, and a hot towel was prepared and she was standing aside waiting.
"I suddenly felt the guilt of an evil feudal master."
Luo Qiu said jokingly after wiping his face.
The maid smiled softly, carefully arranged her master's clothes, and said: "The orc lady left with her brother at half past five in the morning."
"So early?" Luo Qiu blinked.
Luo Qiu's sleep is real sleep... This is something he has never given up on - if it is not necessary, he will not even wake up before the biological clock reaches the time.
"Because there is still some distance from here to the entrance of the tunnel, she seems to be afraid that she will miss the bus." The maid straightened the clothes on Boss Luo's chest and flattened them, then showed a satisfied look, "Also, Ren
The lady called you half an hour ago."
Luo Qiu nodded and said casually: "It's probably because of the terrorist attack...what did you say?"
The maid smiled and said: "I told Miss Ren that you haven't gotten up yet... and nothing happened in Wudu last night. But she was still quite worried... At this moment, she must have fallen asleep.
"
After all, we are separated by eight time zones.
"I'll reply to her a text message later..." Luo Qiu nodded and started eating the breakfast sent by the hotel while planning his departure from Fog City.
However, according to the train information, several major lines in Fog City are temporarily suspended today - among them, the route prepared by Luoqiu.
"It seems to be because of the terrorist attack..." The maid spread butter on the bread, "However, if the route is suddenly stopped for the past few days, it may be because the target of the next attack will be on these routes?
"
Luo Qiu asked curiously: "How do you know there will be another attack?"
You Ye said casually: "Isn't it a normal idea to attack and then make demands? Besides, so far, no so-called terrorist organization has been responsible for last night's attack. Doesn't it prove that, at least, there are people behind this attack?
Black Hand, haven’t you reached an agreement with the government yet?”
"Perhaps they have made a request but the government is not planning to announce it?"
"There is no agreement." The maid said matter-of-factly: "Otherwise, why would we suddenly stop these routes? Isn't it just because some arrangements need to be made... Perhaps, they already know the next actions of the mastermind behind the scenes.
The plan is currently being prepared intensively to give the opponent a head-on blow. The last thing is that this is probably not an ordinary terrorist organization... Last night at the Eye of the Fog."
Luo Qiu blinked. Last night... going to ride the Ferris wheel was purely a temporary thing, but it seemed to have inadvertently disrupted the plan of the organization behind the attack.
Probably the route that's stopped now may be related to the murderer who was shot down by the maid last night... maybe the knight agency has extracted information or something.
"In this case..." Luo Qiu thought for a while, "Then let's postpone the trip... I think Peter Chen would prefer me to stay for two more days."
After all, one night, terrorist attacks occurred in four consecutive cities at the same time... The entire country has actually become very nervous since last night.
Song Dynasty Hotel has tightened surveillance since last night.
"Are you going to stay in the hotel all day?" Youye asked softly.
Luo Qiu smiled and said: "Just put two images here... Anyway, we have to stay for a few more days. Why don't we do something else today?"
"for example?"
"How about watching the opera?" Luo Qiu looked at the flyer sandwiched in the travel brochure in the room.
The maid took out the flyer and looked at the promotional poster on it, "Turandot."
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St Pancras Railway Station.
In the waiting hall, a small figure walked through the crowd... It has extremely agile skills, and often takes something from the front of the store at extremely fast speeds when people don't pay attention.
It only takes a little bit each time...a very small amount.
After a while, it stopped this easy-going behavior, and then turned into the emergency passage. After many twists and turns, it came to a machine room, and climbed into the machine room through the vent next to it.
In the computer room, Oga quickly stood up after hearing the sound.
Our orc Miss Lale jumped from the vent, then shook her clothes in front of Oga, and all the bits and pieces fell off her body.
Bread, candy, chocolate... Finally, Miss Lale took out a large bottle of water from her collar and said, "Come on, eat. You haven't eaten anything in the morning. You must be hungry."
"Sister eats it too!"
They sat directly on the ground and began to eat the 'trophies'. Oga picked up the hot dog buns and asked while eating: "Sister, how long until we can get in the car?"
"It's almost here, the train leaves at two o'clock in the afternoon." Lale wiped the sauce on Oga's lips with his sleeve, "I have observed that you can climb to the track from the ventilation duct here. We will arrive at about the same time.
Get on the train from the track. After getting on the train, we sneak into the carriage to load the goods. If everything goes well, the train will only take two or three hours and we can reach Paris."
Oga was eating and suddenly asked: "Sister, aren't we going to find father?"
Facing her brother's question, Lale remained silent... There was one thing that she didn't actually tell the magician who helped her, and that was how she and Oga were captured by the orc traffickers this time.
She shook her head, held Oga in her arms, and said softly: "It's too dangerous here, let's go back... If that person really cares about you and me, we don't need to look for him at all.
You should come back by yourself."
Oga lowered his head, not knowing what to think.
Seeing this, Lale cheered up and said with a smile: "Oga, look what I have brought you will come!"
At this time, she took out a small thing from her trouser pocket on her back, and waved it in front of Oga's face.
"Harmonica!"
Putting this exquisite harmonica into Oga's hand, Lale said softly: "Didn't your harmonica get lost on the ship? I think this is pretty good. Do you like it?"
"Um!"
Oga couldn't put it down. After wiping it with his clothes a few times, he put it to his lips and started playing... He had learned it from Will last night, and he had only learned half of the tune.
"The original scenery of my hometown".
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Elizabeth Tower...formerly known as Big Ben.
On the fence on the observation deck above the bell tower, a clear sound came from the harmonica in the man's hands, and the continuous notes composed the tune: "imagine".
His lips are very thin, and his hair color is flaxen... He is not strong, but his figure is very slender, and he is wearing dark blue clothing in the style of the Baroque period.
He is like an actor in a stage play...but this era is obviously not the era of these clothes.
"Imagine..." Another man came slowly at this time - he was the bartender of the tavern where Mr. Reid, a senior cadre of the 'Doomsday Myth', had been before he was laid up. He came to the player who was playing
Next to the man with the harmonica, he continued: "Hohn-Lennon, I thought you didn't like modern music."
He continued his playing, and when he finished playing the piece, he put down his harmonica, looked at the bartender and said, "Dobas, there's no news about Red yet."
Mr. Bartender... Dobas shook his head, "According to the original plan, Red's target was the Eye of the Twist, but obviously he failed... It is very possible that he has fallen into the trap of the Knights of the Twist."
In their hands. In fact, they may have learned something from Red’s mouth.”
The man shook his head and said: "I believe Red, he is protected by Gillian's soul... No one can surpass the power of the psychic witch to question a person, and he is also a determined person."
"Actually, I have reservations about this psychic witch." Dobas said calmly: "I have been unable to contact her since the beginning of the plan. Sir, we don't even know the true plan of this psychic witch."
He said: "Whether she is sincerely helping us or has other motives, it will have no impact on the plan itself... However, since Red is missing, let's advance the plan time."
"Three days later?" Dobas frowned, "The British government may not accept it."
"What we need is not compromise from them, but fear."
He looked towards the direction of the Platinum Palace where the Queen was, "We have been hiding like rats on the street for too long. Only fear can allow us to have a real land of life... The bill to leave the European Union has been passed. This
The country will be isolated and helpless in the future, and this will be our best opportunity. A country where orcs can live freely under the sun... Dobas, do you see it?"
"Caesar..."
"At three o'clock in the afternoon, plan ahead." He turned around, waved his hand, and said in a deep voice, "Let the myth of the doomsday start from here and be covered!"
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Her Majesty's Theatre.
It is impossible to enter the venue before buying in advance... It is never possible for a maid lady. Any place that cannot be entered by its master carries original sin.
"How can it be so serious..."
Luo Qiu gently squeezed the maid's hand, then took her and followed the flow of people into the theater slowly.
There is actually still more than half an hour before the official performance.
But even though he had obtained a ticket to enter the venue, the entire process of entering the venue was not too smooth - Boss Luo, who had long been accustomed to his own physique, looked at the layers of security checks without any disturbance in his heart.
Such strict inspection is not a sequelae of last night's terrorist attack - it's just because a big shot also came to the theater today.
Her Majesty the Queen of the British Empire.
Others would not know that Her Majesty the Queen is not in the mood to come here to watch the opera at this time - her arrival is just the idea of the staff behind her: the more times like this, the more Her Majesty the Queen, as the representative of the country, becomes
You can't show panic and act like nothing happened, so that the people will not take the attack too seriously.
Commonly known as: whitewashing peace.
"I should have made up for this year's salary and told these guys to go back to their hometowns."
When entering the venue, Her Majesty the Queen held her beloved pet in her arms and did not forget to whisper in the ears of her personal bodyguard, Lancelot.
