After the city was repaired, no real scars were left. And the effect of the "Elimination Spell" was much better than expected. Of course, what happened in the Fog City was already caused by the magic created by the Magicians Association.
Published in newspapers.
The dynamic newspaper headlines even restored many of the fierce battles that took place in the foggy city last night... The whirlpool of discussion has quietly swirled among the countries in the European continent.
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Inside the Platinum Palace...it was already nine o'clock the next morning.
Her Majesty the Queen, accompanied by Dagonit and Offen, met with the leader of the magician team, Deacon Ace.
"Mr. Ace, this is your [Holy Spear], please check its integrity."
What is contained in the box is the [Holy Spear] used by the royal guardian last night to defeat Pugins with the final blow... held by Dagonite.
Deacon Ace just casually glanced at the box with his palm and smiled: "I believe Her Majesty the Queen is a respectable person who will keep her promises."
The queen said calmly: "As for the cost of repairing the Fog City this time, please make a detailed list. After verifying that it is correct, I will send someone to deliver it to your association in person."
"So, about those mineral deposits in the Northeast?"
Butler Ace narrowed his eyes. He looked more like a shrewd businessman than a magician... This is actually the most important thing. There are some exclusive materials in Britain.
"I will personally discuss this matter with those from your association later," Her Majesty the Queen said with a smile.
The deacon didn't say much... After nodding, he took the [Holy Spear] and left. As for how the two sides will argue about the mineral deposits after that, that is a matter for the upper management.
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After Ace left, Her Majesty the Queen met with Gareth separately. The last person Tresti and Bedivere met was Mr. Gareth.
Although he had sworn allegiance to the current royal family before last night's duel... No, to be precise, he was only loyal to the current queen, not to the current British royal family.
This group of round tables actually gave themselves a little room for maneuver before they pledged their allegiance... Gareth thought about the Queen's intention of meeting the three of them alone, but what he didn't expect was that Her Majesty the Queen was very direct.
"What?" At this moment, Mr. Gareth's face was full of disbelief: "You want me to take over the knight organization in Fog City?"
"Tresti and Bedivere have agreed to take over their respective knight organizations." Her Majesty the Queen said sternly: "It's just you, Gareth."
Gareth frowned and said hesitantly: "Her Majesty the Queen... There has never been a knight of the Round Table who took over an organization in history."
The Queen said: "If there is no such example, then it cannot appear in the future... Gareth, are you willing to see Britain's knighthood fall into the hands of people like Sir Pukins again? Are you planning to let me,
Re-elect the cabinet minister and then command you again? Or, Gareth, you don’t have the confidence to do a good job?"
"That's not what I meant." Mr. Gareth shook his head. At this time, he naturally understood the intention of letting the twelve round tables who had already pledged their allegiance to take over different knight organizations.
Knights of the Round Table like them who have inherited the power of inheritance will basically not betray once they have made an oath... Letting them take over the Knights' organization is tantamount to consolidating Her Majesty the Queen's control over the Knights' organization.
"I just can't understand... why me?" Gareth smiled bitterly: "In the whole thing, to be honest, I didn't have much effect... unlike Lancelot, who destroyed the [Holy Grail]
】, and it’s not like Dagonite, who works latently.”
"Gareth." Her Majesty the Queen smiled at this time and said: "I originally planned to let Dagonit take over the Knights of Twist agency... but he recommended you to me."
"Dagonit, recommended... me?"
Not caring about Gareth's surprise at this time, Her Majesty the Queen directly signed a document, "Gareth, I have already written the document for your appointment. I hope that your future work will make me feel that this recommendation has not made me happy."
I’m disappointed...Are you still going to sit back and refuse to answer?”
What else could he say?
The paperwork has been written... Taking a deep breath, Gareth cautiously accepted the appointment.
"Then, the discussion on how to rebuild the knight organization will be left to you, Tresti and Bedivere for the time being... I believe that if the three of you can work together, we will have a good start.
."
"I'll do my best."
After saluting, Gareth took the mission document and left the Queen's office feeling a bit unreal... As soon as he came out, he let out a long breath.
Her Majesty the Queen seemed to be a completely different person than before... He even felt more reserved than when he faced the former Sir Pugins.
But at this time, he saw someone outside the corridor leaning against the wall, as if waiting for him to come out... The clown, Dagonite.
Gareth was silent for a while, and finally walked up to Dagonet. He hesitated and said: "Before I came here, I went back to Pukins Manor... I found Jay in the place where the prisoners were kept.
Lant, several other pavilion elders, and others... they are not dead at all."
Mr. Clown narrowed his eyes at this time: "Even if you find it, except for Geraint and some knights, those few pavilions will never be released... Of course, the same goes for their diehards.
.Her Majesty the Queen will not hand over this already opened situation to those old guys so easily. They will spend the rest of their lives leisurely."
"Why..." Gareth lowered his head.
Dagonit was startled, then shrugged and said: "You mean to recommend you to take over the Knights of Twist organization? I won't say it anymore. Gareth, you are more suitable for doing these trivial things than me."
Are you going to ask me to sit in the office and sign documents? I may sign different things every time.”
Gareth grabbed Dagonet's collar with one hand and pulled it in front of him, "I said, why did you lie to me, kill so many people, kill Geraint!"
"Did I lie to you?" Mr. Clown said with a frightened expression, "Did I remember I reminded you?"
Gareth couldn't help but be startled.
Mr. Clown shook his head, "Let me tell you, Gareth, can you have some faith in me? I am also the one who swore the oath of knighthood in front of the statue of King Arthur... I said this, right?"
"Who knew you, bastard, were referring to this at that time!!" Gareth pinched the other person's neck with both hands and became furious... Mr. Clown looked like he was about to suffocate.
But he suddenly let go of his hand, looked at Dagonite who couldn't stop coughing, and breathed out, "It's not you. It's really great."
Gareth…
Mr. Clown suddenly put on a bright smile, and said in a mean-spirited manner: "Do you feel very guilty towards me, do you feel that you don't trust your companions, and blame yourself a lot? It doesn't matter, in the future.
Throughout the year, you can contribute your salary to me, so that my wounded heart will be healed."
"Get out!" Mr. Gareth strode away.
"Half a year?" Mr. Clown hurriedly chased after him and hooked his shoulder.
"roll!!"
"Three months?"
"Go and die!"
"How about a month? I'm almost out of all the throwing knives I have recently!"
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The sound gradually faded away from the corridor... When Her Majesty the Queen came out of the office, she only saw the backs of these two people when they finally disappeared.
At this time, a servant came to Her Majesty the Queen and told her that Lancelot had woken up.
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Later, Lancelot was transferred to the Platinum Palace for treatment... When Her Majesty the Queen walked into the room, Lancelot was sitting silently on the bed, looking at his hands, seemingly absent-minded.
"Queen..." She heard the noise and immediately planned to get out of bed.
Her Majesty the Queen waved her hand and said with a smile: "I am probably not stupid enough to let a patient salute me."
"No." Lancelot said quickly: "You are the wisest king I have ever seen... I have heard about what happened yesterday. I didn't expect that so many things happened, but I have always been kept in the dark.
Guli. I'm sorry...I didn't do anything, and even had the Holy Seal taken away...I no longer deserve the name [nelot·du·ke]."
Her Majesty the Queen came to the bedside and sat down, and suddenly said: "Do you still remember what I said to you when you and I were trapped in the stone room?"
Lancelot nodded subconsciously.
The Queen said: "Now, my hands have been released from your eyes, and the light has arrived... Aren't you going to prepare yourself?"
Lancelot moved his lips and whispered: "But now I have..."
"This is what the guardian found from [Oberon] after he eradicated it." Her Majesty the Queen handed a box into Lancelot's hands, "I think it belongs to you."
When the box was opened, a burst of soft light shone on Lancelot's face... It was the holy seal, the holy seal of [nelot·du·ke].
Lancelot lowered his head and watched blankly as the holy seal floated, and then automatically integrated into her body bit by bit.
She was originally the orthodox inheritor of this power. When the disrupted inheritance was restored to normal, the Holy Seal obeyed the ancient oath and returned to her body again.
"I...am I still qualified?" Lancelot murmured to himself.
But she suddenly felt something pressing on her head... She was so surprised that she opened her mouth and found that what was pressing on her head was a book.
This is the book Her Majesty the Queen has put down.
I heard Her Majesty the Queen narrowing her eyes and smiling: "If you feel that you still can't forgive yourself, why not try some punishment? Hold this book on your head and don't let it fall all day long. If you fail, you must do it no matter what.
Eating a hundred strawberry sundaes in an hour...what do you think?"
"I will do it." Lancelot took a deep breath and carefully got off the bed, then looked at the book above her head... In terms of balance, based on her long-term training, it is not considered a problem.
Too difficult.
"By the way, stand up straighter... like a lady. Remember, you are a lady now, not a knight." Her Majesty the Queen said with a smile: "Don't tense up your body, relax... Yes, again
Take it easy."
"Is this... like this?" Lancelot couldn't help but feel a little unnatural.
"Well, it's almost done." Her Majesty the Queen smiled, looking at Lancelot's standing posture with satisfaction, and then suddenly said: "By the way, Lancelot, are you interested in being my student?"
Snapped!
Because of such a sudden relationship, the book that was already well balanced fell from Lancelot's head...
"It seems that we have to ask the chefs to work overtime." Her Majesty the Queen immediately covered her mouth and laughed.
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When Mr. Davis came to the Queen's office under the leadership of the guards, he was a little surprised to see the woman wearing a tuxedo and a white shirt with a book titled "Confessions" on her head.
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"Mr. Davis, Her Majesty the Queen is already waiting for you inside. Please come in." Lancelot said expressionlessly.
"I remember, your name seems to be...Lancelot?" Mr. Davis nodded.
"Yes." Lancelot did not nod, but just blinked, "Last year, when the Queen visited Northern Ireland, we met once at a local banquet."
"So you still remember." Mr. Davis nodded, then smiled slightly, "I'm very lucky to you during this time."
Lancelot was a little surprised...but his expression remained as usual. After Davis entered the Queen's office, he continued to stand in front of the door, performing her escort mission.
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In the room, Her Majesty the Queen personally made a pot of tea for Davis who arrived... They looked at each other in the negotiation area next to the office for a long time.
"I'm going back at noon, and I have a meeting in the afternoon." Mr. Davis...Caesar said slowly at this time: "It took a long time to take leave this time."
"Actually, you can stay for a while." Her Majesty the Queen said slowly: "The previous Prime Minister is dead...I need someone to help me."
Caesar said calmly: "Elizabeth, I have been operating in Northern Ireland for more than ten years... Over the years, I have been secretly arranging for the orcs to live there with new identities. In fact, it is enough... You should understand that I
I don’t have much interest in the so-called power of the British government.”
"That's such a pity." Her Majesty the Queen smiled bitterly, "I know I can't keep you alone... Your willingness to help me this time is already beyond my expectation... In fact, at the beginning,
I didn't even think you would agree. After all, some orcs need to be sacrificed this time..."
"But I need this effect." Caesar said expressionlessly: "What happened in the Fog City has begun to spread among the non-humans in the European continent. In the next period of time, the anti-orc voices will intensify again. The European continent
The living environment of the orcs on the road will become more difficult... Only in this way will they have the courage to find new opportunities. Elizabeth, did you know? There are still at least 740,000 orcs in the world... But I am
Northern Ireland has only resettled 30,000 people so far. They have never had the courage to take this step."
Her Majesty the Queen shook her head, "If you need it, please don't be polite... If you need policy support, I will do my best."
"Thanks."
Caesar nodded directly without too much pretense, and then stood up, "Then, I'll take my leave... If I guessed correctly, you should go to the Magicians Association to negotiate with them in person, right?
After a certain period of time, the guardian of the royal family will appear by your side again."
"You are always so reassuring." Her Majesty the Queen sighed, "No wonder Margaret loves you so much..."
After a moment of silence, Caesar said: "I'm leaving, you take care of yourself."
Her Majesty the Queen suddenly said: "Caesar, can I see Margaret's two children? After all, they are also my nephews."
"You'll see me soon...probably."
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At noon, Luo Qiu, accompanied by the maid, arrived in front of a small shop that seemed quite secretive. He found it according to the address given by a certain lady.
