That night, the Berry Brothers and Rhodes Winery, No. 3 Tasting Room.

Harry, Merlin, Lu Xiao, and the three of them stared at the bottle of aged whiskey in front of them.

"That's it? This is the doomsday countermeasure of the royal gentleman? A bottle of whiskey?" Lu Xiao pretended to have a question mark on his face. Of course he knew what this was, but he must not be smart here.

"It should be... a joke passed down from the upper class? I don't know much..." Meilin, who was in charge of this secret, looked shocked.

The doomsday countermeasures were only passed down by word of mouth among previous Meilins. He only knew that there was a final plan to deal with the crisis, but he didn't know what it was inside.

Harry Hart took the bottle of wine, looked it over and over again, and finally placed it on the oak table in the middle of the stone chamber.

"To pay tribute to my deceased colleagues, this bottle may not be enough. Wait, I'll go upstairs to get two more bottles."

After saying that, he ignored the other two people who looked surprised and walked upstairs.

The one who suffered the biggest blow in this attack was Harry, the ace agent. If it weren't for the gentleman's demeanor that he wouldn't let him collapse, this emotional agent might have been completely devastated after losing all his comrades.

At the headquarters, Arthur's bedroom was hit by the first round of fire, and his bones remained. If Merlin hadn't been testing the latest intensive agent formula in the underground laboratory, he would probably not have survived.

Among the eight field agents, Lancelot had already died, and among the seven remaining, he himself avoided the large-scale attack because he was not at home. Percival and Tristan were able to survive the attack after a hard battle, but were seriously injured and were hiding their lives in the royal gentleman's biological cabin.

It seems that even if these two people are saved, their careers will come to an end and they will retire early.

After this round of attacks, it is no exaggeration for the Royal Gentleman to say that the entire army was wiped out.

Although the lower-level staff of the skeleton are still there, there are no other field agents, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a one-on-one person.

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"No, talent selection is the tradition of royal gentlemen. I will never agree with such a hasty decision. We cannot bet on the entire royal gentlemen's future just because we are hit!"

"Merlin, drink first." Harry Hart filled the wine glass in front of the bald scientist and gave a piece of cut cheese very thoughtfully.

Seeing Meilin turn to drink, Harry poured half a cup of Lu Xiao who was drinking while drinking.

"To be honest, even if there is no such incident, I am going to recommend a civilian to join the selection of Lancelot. Our royal gentlemen have been out of the bottom for too long..."

"No, this is the rule. If Arthur is still there, it wouldn't be possible to agree to your request." Merlin was very stubborn.

In the original plot, Harry Hart convinced Arthur, but Merlin, as the deputy, naturally had no objection. But now that death is the most important thing, Merlin knew that Arthur was an old stubborn man who puts the nobles first, so he naturally brought his identity into his identity and became the "opposition" who opposed the selection of civilians.

"Merlin, you know the person I want to recommend, or you know his father, too." Harry looked lonely and raised his head, and sipped the spirit in his cup.

"Oh?" Meilin's eyes froze and she fell into silence.

He is the think tank of the royal gentleman, and with just these little clues, it is enough to guess who the candidate Harry wants to recommend is.

Eggsey, a little gangster.

His father, formally former Royal Gentleman Agent, was a hero who died in order to save Harry and Merlin.

Thinking of the young man who rushed to the bomb for his comrades, a hint of confusion arose in the eyes of the two senior agents.

The memories didn't take long. After a while, the two of them were attracted by Lu Xiao who had been drinking one cup after another.

"You will get drunk if you drink it."

"Um--" Lu Xiao agreed and took another sip.

"Since the doomsday countermeasure is bottle of wine, we can only rely on ourselves. Not to mention the common people and nobles, we must fill in the eight vacancies first, right? Valentine's plan for human extinction still needs to be dealt with by you royal gentlemen. Let's say it first, none of the politicians can be trusted. If you expect them, it's better to think about how to build a doomsday fortress and then happily spend the second half of the life after most of the human death."

Lu Xiao spoke without any concealment, threw a piece of cheese into his mouth and continued to drink.

"The road is the same as mine." Harry Hartt agreed, "We cannot trust anyone now, including the next Arthur. I will set out tomorrow. We cannot let the higher-ups assign newcomers to come, otherwise we will only be more passive."

"You mean..." Meilin was shocked when he heard this.

"Yes, I'll take over Arthur's position temporarily. This time, the Royal Gentleman recruitment has been changed from selection to direct training. We don't have more time to waste. If we want to restore the traditions of the past, we must wait until we get through this difficulty!"

Harry touched Merlin again and the two drank it all in one go.

"Since you have decided, then..." Merlin pondered for a while, and was about to nod, but was interrupted by Harry's movements.

He reached out and pressed the bottle of wine in Lu Xiao's hand.

"I have one more thing to say." He stared at him with a serious expression, which made Xiaolu, who was drunk and hazy, wake up a little.

"Since it's a wartime state, I'll be in a hurry. I have something to do and need your help."

"Um--you said..." Lu Xiao grabbed the wine bottle and continued to pour the wine.

He couldn't get into the conversation this time, so he naturally stared at the bottle of whiskey worth hundreds of thousands of pounds and drank it hard.

Not to mention, this is the best thing in the world of reincarnation. Things that are unwilling to spend money to enjoy in reality can be found here. With this alone, the social animals here are much happier than in their previous half of their lives.

But he was drinking here, but Harry Hart's words made him shudder and his mind suddenly fell into a state of half-distance.

"I am going to recommend Egersey's successor to the title of 'Galahard'. Others...there are archives for the recommended places before their sacrifice. I suggest that the people they choose will inherit their respective titles..."

"Well, this is the best choice that can be made at the moment." Merlin nodded and agreed. This was the best solution he could think of.

"In this way, no one inherited the original title of "Lancelot". Lu, what I want you to help is to temporarily accept the title of "Lancelot". In order to facilitate participation in the next action, you can also find a candidate for successor..."
Chapter completed!