"Just one look? Do you think anyone is a pervert like Farrell?"

"You think I'm kidding?"

"No...although you do like to joke all the time, you can't afford this kind of joke."

The above is the conversation between the clown knight Dagonite and Mr. Gareth, the current head of the knight organization, which took place in the cockpit of the fighter plane.

"Holy Church, Black Order... mysterious strong men." Gareth looked at the report on hand, frowned and said, "What is there about this town that is worthy of attracting these guys."

"I don't care about this. I know I'm going to die, so I don't intend to stay." Dagonet shook his head.

Gareth was a little dissatisfied...but didn't say anything. Now it seems that the knight organization has been reintegrated, but the power is actually in the hands of the queen. Even he himself swore allegiance to the queen during the battle in the foggy city.

Even so, there are still different voices hidden in the knight organization... Gareth belongs to the neutral faction, while Dagonet is the queen's adopted son, so needless to say, he is a royalist.

Although the two of them have a superior-subordinate relationship in name, in reality Dagonet is obviously a device used to restrain himself in the knight mechanism.

At the same time, Dagonit was also the head of the new Dragoon Armored Division (the renamed the former Prime Minister's Legacy Warriors), and Gareth was quite unable to mobilize him.

"When will the Knights even give in in their own country?" Gareth shook his head and sighed with a wry smile.

During the Battle of Fog City, the Knight Agency was said to be integrated and reborn...but the strength it developed after the integration was not as good as before. There was too little time given to it.

More importantly, the Knight Agency lost the trophy [Holy Grail] from the war a hundred years ago...the key that could shock the other [inhuman] forces...the nuclear weapons between the major powers.

This was actually a mess, and when it was handed over to Gareth's hands, it made him feel like leading a group of orphans from the orphanage to participate in the adult war. Fortunately, Britain's land is surrounded by the sea and is relatively independent...

"This is not a retreat, it is just a tactical retreat." Dagonite said quite casually: "You have to understand that the result of staying is that the Knight Agency will most likely lose one of the Twelve Knights. You were not there.

, you have never experienced it, so you can't imagine how terrifying it is. A few hours ago, if you were standing in the same position as me, you might be the one who escaped."

Is it scary……

Gareth was silent in his heart. He had once personally stood in front of the most evil person in the world, Farrell, and had seen the overwhelming power. He had also felt the power of Sir Pukins holding the Holy Grail at the end of the battle in the foggy city.

fear.

"No need to say more." Gareth waved his hand, "Since you have decided to retreat, then I will respect your intention. But our knight organization must not abandon any people in the country. There is also a top university there,

It is a place that supplies talents to Britain... You have to understand that there are many knights in the knight organization and they also studied in this university, so they have quite a lot of affection for them."

"Let them come. Anyway, I grew up in an orphanage. I don't know what my alma mater is."

Gareth could only frown and said: "Dagonit, I hope you can make another decision, which is to wait for support... I will try my best to send people to support you. Twelve Knights, I will try my best to send you two

past."

"When we went to intercept Farrell's escape, there were only three of us. Was it effective?" Dagonit laughed and said: "Gareth, you are still so naive. As long as we cannot reach the third stage of the inheritance armor, we will

He's just an ordinary great knight with no name as the Twelve Knights."

"I will report this matter to Her Majesty the Queen and let her decide." Gareth took a deep breath and looked at Dagonite deeply.

He believed that before communicating with him, Dagonet might have already contacted the Queen.

The key is that Dagonit's words contained a vague intention to abandon the entire town. So, is this plan personal to Dagonit, or is it secretly instructed by Her Majesty the Queen?

…

"Lancelot? I want to report something to Her Majesty the Queen."

On the screen was Lancelot's unsmiling face.

"Her Majesty the Queen has gone to bed." Lancelot shook his head and said: "She has instructed that no matter who it is, she does not intend to receive her tonight... Maybe you can wait until tomorrow morning."

"Lancelot?" Gareth frowned.

Lancelot said apologetically: "It seems to include everything on the Knight Agency."

Gareth's frown deepened and he said, "Lancelot, do you know something?"

Lancelot pondered for a moment and said: "It was probably evening...five hours ago, Her Majesty the Queen received a special call."

"who?"

"A call from the Pope of the Holy Church..." Lancelot lowered his voice a little, "I only know this much, Gareth... I hope you pay attention to your identity. The current knight organization is not under the leadership of Sir Pugins.

Knight mechanism of time... Good night."

"Lancelot..."

Looking at the disconnected communication, Gareth let out a heavy breath. He felt quite powerless. He leaned back on the chair and said to himself: "I am really not suitable to be such a high-ranking person..."

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

…

Lancelot took a glass of water and walked into the queen's bedroom... The queen did intend to go to bed and had already changed into her pajamas. However, she was not in bed at this time, but in front of the terrace, painting.

"Is it a call from Gareth?" Her Majesty the Queen asked calmly while adjusting the color palette.

"Seems very anxious." Lancelot gently placed the water glass on the table, then put away the tray and stood aside silently to wait.

"The results will be available tomorrow." Her Majesty the Queen stopped, "Whether it's good or bad... time will pass quickly, as fast as the little time I have left."

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

"Did...something happen?" Lancelot couldn't help but asked in a low voice.

Her Majesty the Queen looked at Lancelot at this time, smiled and said: "You know, as long as there is something profitable, as a king, you will do it...even if it involves sacrifice."

"His Majesty?"

"My teacher taught me this." Her Majesty the Queen smiled and said: "It is quite cruel and quite ruthless. It took me a lifetime to learn what the ruthlessness of a king is."

"No, you are a kind king." Lancelot raised his head and said.

"I am not kind, but kindness can be transformed into something good for me, that's all." Her Majesty the Queen said with a faint smile: "You see, I am a bad mother who will imprison her own son."

"this……"

"I really have to go to sleep this time." Her Majesty the Queen slowly stood up, "I will continue to rely on you for my safety, Lancelot..."

She walked slowly towards the big bed, as if saying to herself, "If you are weak, you can only lower your head and wait...wait for the day when you are strong enough, and then take revenge."

…

…

Lamias later came to the beach, which was where she and Boss Luo met, regardless of whether the operation was successful or not.

Father Stella's power has exceeded her expectations... I'm afraid, it has also exceeded the expectations of the entire Black Order.

The [God-Killing Armor] was developed by the Black Order after spending countless manpower and material resources for decades, and was one of the secret weapons prepared to deal with the Holy Church. However, it was easily destroyed by Father Stella with one punch, and was repeatedly destroyed.

The entire sect has only successfully developed three types of [God-killing Armor] so far... Lamias can't even imagine that if the sect knows about this, what will happen to her being sent to serve?

Is there still room for the matter of famous visitors from outside the world?

No longer as heroic as before, Lamias was sitting on the beach with her knees in her arms, looking into the distance and gradually becoming distracted.

Suddenly she heard footsteps.

"Are you worried?"

"I'm a little tired, I just want to take a rest." Lamias quickly stood up. Under the heavy pressure, when she saw this mysterious man again, she miraculously seemed to feel better, "Today

Thank you so much. You succeeded in holding Vasco back, but it’s a pity that I didn’t live up to my expectations of myself.”

Boss Luo looked at several small fishing boats moored not far away, and suddenly said: "Those people will go out to fish tomorrow. They all hope to have a good harvest, but how much they will harvest will not be known until they return tomorrow.

.”

Lamias said: "Which force do you belong to, and why do you know so much about the internal affairs of the Black Order? Who are you, and why can you directly use the power of [Yuan]...

Why can you suppress a veteran church paladin!"

"I don't belong to any force." Boss Luo said while blowing the sea breeze: "The reason why I can use [Yuan]'s ability is theoretically an act of cheating... As for what you said about holding back Vasco, is it possible?

Isn’t it because Miss Lamias hopes that I can do it, so she asks me for it?”

"If I say, I hope you can help me solve all my difficulties, is that okay?" Lamias said coldly.

She suddenly remembered the conversation between herself and Eve earlier, and her ears immediately felt warm.

"I have done what I promised you." Boss Luo said directly: "The agreement has been completed, and I will not disturb you for the rest of the time."

Seeing that the other party wanted to leave, Lamias said hurriedly: "What do you want before you take action?"

"When I feel it's worth it."

He left such an answer and then disappeared. Lamias stood blankly on the cold seaside, hugging her hands tightly.

But what does she have that is worthy of the other party's expectations... and where to take action?

"Even if I can suppress Vasco, I'm afraid I'm powerless against Stella's unreasonable power..."

She whispered to herself.

I always feel like this idea is just an excuse.

At this moment, the special mobile phone used for communication suddenly rang, and Lamias was slightly shaken... After hesitating for a moment, she took a deep breath, stabilized her emotions, and connected directly.

"It's me." she whispered.
To be continued...