Demon Hunter and His Hut

The meeting place was not in the so-called cursed land and fairy tale world, but in a circular conference room at the top of Ingerman's parliament building.

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

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

Seeing Gaharis, a handsome young man with blond hair sitting on the left raised his head.

Roger recognized the other's identity.

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

Seeing Roger, Gawain took the initiative to stand up.

"Bedwell, long time no see, Gaharis said that there were some conflicts in your memory during the inheritance ceremony. How are you handling it now?"

"fine."

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

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

Gawain's smile made people feel like a spring breeze. Although this young man seemed harmless to humans and animals, Roger could still feel the powerful force he deliberately suppressed.

The rumors are true.

Lancelot and Gawain are better than the other Knights of the Round Table.

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

The 12 Knights of the Round Table are not a piece of iron. Before, Bedwell, as a half-hermit, had always been in this kind of battle, and he was not close to anyone.

This time Roger got a little closer with the Gareth brothers. As their elder brother, Gao Wen naturally seized this opportunity.

Roger sat at the end, his eyes swept across.

The first position on the right is vacant, which should belong to Lancelot.

He was thinking of footsteps coming from the door. A tall man with silver hair walked in.

Entering the hall, the temperature in the room seemed to have dropped a few degrees, and Roger felt a pair of sharp eyes shot, he looked up, and the silver-haired man looked at him.

"Don't look at him."

Gaharis reminded next to him.

"Lancelot's bloodline has a part of Frost Dragon's bloodline."

Gabriel smiled. "Dragon, no matter what kind it is, it naturally has some dragon power."

His voice is not loud, but everyone present is a third-order extraordinary person, and these words can naturally be heard clearly by everyone.

Roger didn't say anything but lowered his eyes.

Gawain is okay, he deliberately restrained his bloodline momentum, but Lancelot didn't know whether it was because of his racial nature or because he wanted to show his strength. The kind of edge on his body was so aggressive that anyone who looked at him would be stunned. Very uncomfortable.

But it is undeniable that these two guys are the strongest third-order superhumans that Roger has encountered so far.

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

Kaka.

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

Galahad.

It's just that this time Galahad was not wearing a robe, but a professional women's suit to keep pace with the times.

The tailored striped suit made her body taller and plumper, and her hair was neatly tied behind her head.

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

"One more to go, Tristan."

A bearded man sitting not far from Lancelot spoke.

"Tristan is badly injured and can't come."

The other replied.

"Oh?"

"If I remember correctly, Tristan should be the guy who performs the most frequent inheritance rituals among all the inheritance knights."

"It's really embarrassing for us to be so weak."

Although the two did not say it clearly, their eyes swept towards the Gaheris brothers opposite.

"Cough cough!"

A low cough came.

At some point in the field, an old man in a black robe walked in.

His face is square and his hair is sparse. Although he is tall and straight, he can see the strong decaying atmosphere from his face.

"Mr Green!"

Everyone stood up and bowed their heads to say hello.

"All sit down."

The old man didn't say anything and just sat on the main seat.

Seeing him sit firmly all the people sat down at the same time.

This old man who seemed to be dying was the current leader of the Knights of the Round Table.

Cobb Green.

Fourth-order extraordinary.

This is almost the limit that the real world can accommodate.

"How many years have we been without a roundtable?"

Green's eyes crossed the crowd and looked at Roger, who was sitting in the back seat.

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

"There are two main reasons for calling everyone here today."

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

Tier 4 superhumans have already crossed a barrier, and there is a qualitative gap between them and other superhumans.

Like nobles and kings.

It is a quality to maintain the most basic humility in the face of the strong.

He may be old, but as long as he is still sitting in this position and still maintains the combat effectiveness of the fourth rank, then in this conference hall and this round table, he is the only voice.

"The Kuroshio has come."

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

"Just yesterday, Gaharis, Tristan, Bedwell and others ran into the servants of the Queen of the Night in the depths of Eld's forest."

"Headless Horseman Rams, Dark Deer Head King Kernon, as for the others, they should also appear soon."

"After the meeting, I will contact the Warlock Assembly and the Nature Association. Today is different from the past, and technological information has become extremely developed."

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

After listening to Green's words, the expressions of everyone in the field were different. Some were worried, some were calm, and some showed a moment of joy.

"I will redeploy the existing fiefs, and the battle will definitely start, but we at least have the right to choose where to fight."

"It's not just our fight, it's a fight for the whole of Europe's otherworldly world."

"I hope everyone can unite and get through this difficult time together."

No impassioned statement, Green's tone was steady, as if talking about an outdoor outing, but no one in the conference hall dared to interrupt him.

"And there's a second thing."

Green let out a breath and leaned back on the high-back seat.

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

He looked down slightly, as if paying attention to everyone's expressions.

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

"In addition to the corresponding rights and obligations, I think you should know what it means to be the head of the regiment?"

Green looked up.

"It means that you can get rid of the shackles on your body and get the key to entering Tier 4!"

As soon as the words fell, there was an ecstasy on everyone's face.

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