Trafford’s Trading Club

The matter of Her Majesty's Theater was immediately sent to the government and knight agencies at the same time.

Both parties were furious at the same time.

Especially the Knight Agency, which originally thought it had at least temporarily eliminated the danger of the 'Doomsday Myth', unexpectedly, the other party actually took advantage of the situation and was snatched away from the theater by Her Majesty the Queen.

This news was also blocked by the government at the first time, so the audience in the theater were temporarily placed in the theater's lounge and lobby, and at the same time, all means of communication were required to be cut off.

The police arrived first, and then people from the Military Intelligence Office also came. Finally, Gareth, who had just completed his mission on the Eurostar train track, actually brought a team of people to the scene in person.

"who are they?"

A policeman couldn't help but ask his companions. He was extremely surprised. Just ten minutes ago, they made way for the people from the Military Intelligence Office... But now, it was the turn of the guys from the Military Intelligence Office to make way for this group of people.

"How do I know?" The companion shook his head, with some disbelief on his face as he looked at the people from the Military Intelligence Office who seemed quite unhappy to be 'invited' by this group of people.

The theater where the incident occurred was blocked by this group of people.

At this time, inside the theater.

Mr. Gareth was standing in the room used by the Queen for watching the performance. He had already discovered that there were traces of fighting here. However, after the wood was removed and cut, the traces of fighting in the room were not heavy.

The battle didn't seem to last very long...or was it one-sided?

But the one guarding the queen is Lancelot... Who can easily suppress Lancelot? Gareth was increasingly doubtful that even if Farrell was injured last night, Lancelot would not be helpless to fight back.

He and the clown Dagonite were actually less injured than Lancelot... He and the clown's holy armors were interrupted by Farrell before they could unfold, so the holy armors were not seriously damaged.

But Lancelot was beaten to death by Farrell after putting on the holy armor.

A knight called from below the stage, as if he had discovered something... Mr. Gareth simply jumped down from the stands.

I saw this knight walking over with a middle-aged man.

"Mr. Snee." Gareth called the middle-aged man quite politely.

He is a magician hired by the Knight Agency. Although he is also a member of the Magician's Association, he has been a British citizen for generations. After being certified by the Magician's Association, he has remained in Britain.

"Mr. Gareth." Mr. Snee nodded, "I found some remnants of the secret medicine at the scene, and the samples collected from the audience have been tested and they are the same substance. This is a moment. The poison that stuns people is nothing but harmless.”

"Secret Medicine Master..." Gareth frowned, "According to the information we have, there is indeed a senior cadre in the 'Doomsday Myth' who is the Secret Medicine Master, and his name is...what is his name?"

"Tip." Mr. Snee said calmly: "In addition, he is not actually a secret pharmacist because he was suspected of cheating and poisoning the examiner during the certification process. He has been permanently deprived of the certification secret by the Magicians Association. Qualifications of a pharmacist.”

At this time, another knight walked over quickly, "Mr. Gareth, we have investigated everything. Except for the Queen and Lord Lancelot who are missing, there are only two actors from the troupe."

"Actor?" Gareth frowned.

The knight said: "One is called Caesar, who plays the male protagonist, and the other is called Judas, who is also an important role in the play..."

"Caesar..." Gareth subconsciously read the name.

"Sir, have you thought of anything?"

Gareth shook his head, "No... I have no clue. By the way, Mr. Snee, can you use tracking magic?"

"No." Mr. Snee shook his head and said, "No useful media has been found here, and the tracking technique cannot be used... I'm sorry."

"Don't worry." Garrus patted him on the shoulder...but he was at a loss what to do.

At this time, the phone rang.

Call from Knight Agency.

Gareth answered immediately, then his expression changed slightly, "Really?!!"

…

"What! One day...before dawn tomorrow?!" No. 10 Downing Street was so angry that he suppressed the urge to almost drop the phone. "Pkins, I hope you just made a bad joke on me!"

"I think, and I hope I am in the mood to make such a nasty joke with you. But that's not the case... Prime Minister." Mr. Pukins' voice sounded somewhat helpless.

Just a quarter of an hour ago, the Knight Agency received a notice from the leader of the 'Doomsday Myth'.

The content is as follows:

First: All members of the ‘Doomsday Myth’ need to be released unconditionally.

Second: The demand for the cession of Northern Ireland must be passed before sunrise tomorrow. If not...at sunrise tomorrow, they will publicly execute Her Majesty the Queen.

…

"It's a joke. Can't the entire British Empire be able to deal with just a few thugs?!"

The Prime Minister roared: "Mr. Pukins, I really want to know whether the funds allocated to your Cavalry Agency every year for so many years have been used on Japanese pigs!"

In the Cavalry Agency, Mr. Pukins took the phone away from his ear... He was bored and was in the mood to listen to the roar of the man in No. 10 Downing Street.

The Prime Minister was only worried about Her Majesty being threatened, but Mr. Pumpkins was also worried about Farrell's escape from prison.

"I will never trust you again, Pugins!" First said suddenly and coldly, then hung up the phone.

This made Mr. Pukins feel an ominous feeling... He silently looked at the pendulum clock on the wall. There were only about 14 hours until sunrise tomorrow.

He sighed, stood up, and turned around... The painting on the wall behind him automatically moved away, revealing a huge screen.

The screen turned on, and seven faces appeared on the screen at the same time... These were the heads of knight agencies from various places.

"Everyone, the situation is already like this... We need to know the whereabouts of the Queen immediately. If the enemy is allowed to publicly execute the Queen this time, it will be the most terrifying and ridiculous joke in the history of our country."

"Tell me, Pugins, what's your decision?"

Mr. Pukins took a deep breath and said seriously: "Activate the Holy Grail."

On the screen, everyone fell silent for an instant... A strange aura, even across the screen, seemed to be slowly permeating the place because of the conversation between the eight people meeting.

Finally, on the screen, an old man slowly said: "Pkins... you should know that the Holy Grail is a trophy captured in the war a hundred years ago. But it is forbidden to be used... To use the Holy Grail, you need a sacrifice. You , isn’t it clear?”

"Tomorrow, we may see a country in chaos."

Mr. Pugins sighed, "So...I, Pugins Pendragon, the descendant of the great King Arthur, will use a categorical order to require the knights to obey my order."

"Pukins, are you serious?" Everyone on the screen was shocked. "Pukins, the Absolute Order is an honor bestowed by the Knight Agency on the descendants of King Arthur... You can only use it twice in your life!"

Mr. Pukins did not speak, but slowly unscrewed the silver carving on his hand... After unscrewing the silver carving, there was still a mechanism inside.

In a small gap under the carving, a gemstone slipped down. Mr. Pukins held the gem high... The heads of knight agencies from various places on the screen stood up one after another.

"Yes, I have decided." Mr. Pukins said slowly: "As a proof of royal power... I will use an absolute directive."

"yes, yjesty."

…

…

This is probably a place similar to a prison cell...and it's still made of stone, so it seems to be quite old.

Her Majesty the Queen did not know where she was finally sent. When she opened the black bag on her body, she was already at this place.

At the same time, Lancelot was also imprisoned in this place.

"I'm sorry that I didn't do my job well." Lancelot lowered his head slightly, "I left you in such a vicious environment."

Her Majesty the Queen was not as panicked as Lancelot imagined. Instead, she looked at the environment of the stone room. The only light that could be illuminated was an oil lamp put down by the hijacker.

This is a stone room, about the size of a bungalow.

"Actually, it's pretty good. At least there won't be a place to sit... But they actually took my pet leash away, which I can't agree with."

Her Majesty the Queen smiled and sat down. The chair was made of wood and was obviously not very comfortable.

Lancelot frowned. The Queen's calmness was somewhat beyond her expectation. "Your Majesty, aren't you afraid?"

The Queen smiled and said: "I am afraid, but I am afraid of the future situation, not the current cage."

"You are a great man." Lancelot said suddenly after silence.

Her Majesty the Queen shook her head slightly... She could still endure this little pain.

I think back then, she had been imprisoned in a place even narrower than this stone room. Not only was she hungry and cold, she even had no light. For three days and three nights, she almost went crazy under the punishment of that respectable and terrible tutor. Down.

Compared to the punishments he received when he was young because he couldn't meet the teacher's requirements... this stone room is really nothing.

On the ice-covered grass, my bare feet held a thick dictionary, maintaining a ladylike posture.

I was forced to master French within a month, and almost half of my time every day was spent copying... and I had to keep a gentle smile.

It’s really nothing…this stone city.

"It's you, Lancelot, are you afraid?" The queen came back from her memories, looked at the young woman, and asked softly.

Lancelot shook his head directly, "To become a knight, you must first overcome the fear of danger."

"Oh." The queen shook her head, "Child, listen to me, you and I are imprisoned here now, ordinary people who have lost their power... I am not a queen here, and you are also using it here. It doesn’t take any power. There’s nothing shameful about admitting your fears.”

Lancelot was stunned for a moment, then frowned and said: "I'm worried about what they plan to do next... You have been kidnapped. Once this matter is exposed, the outside world will inevitably fall into panic..."

The Queen suddenly interrupted Lancelot, "Lancelot, when did you become a knight?"

"I?"

She opened her mouth... Her Majesty the Queen didn't seem to be worried about her situation at all.

The queen folded her hands on her legs... At this time, her sitting posture still looked elegant, as if she was sitting on a noble throne instead of some inferior wooden stool.

"We cannot change the current situation for the time being." Her Majesty the Queen chuckled: "Generally speaking, at this time, what we need to do is how to change our bad mood... Chatting is obviously a good way. .My female knight.”

"I... take a look at the environment here."

She obviously couldn't agree with it. After responding quickly, she began to look at the wall of the stone room... tapping on it inch by inch with her fingers.

Her Majesty the Queen looked at it, shook her head gently, and then slowly closed her eyes.

…

"Did they agree?"

In the room, a thin man with eyes... Tip stood up quickly because at this time, Judas had just come back from outside.

Judas's mission this time was to deliver the leader's announcement to the Knight Agency.

Judas looked at Tip angrily, rolled his eyes and said, "I'm threatening you to die now, do you want to think about it?"

Shaking his head and ignoring Tip who was angry with him, Judas quickly walked to the leader Caesar, "After receiving the news from Dobas, the heads of the seven knight agencies across the country all went there at almost the same time. The fog is coming... The current Knights of the Round Table are expected to have the most complete gathering within an hour."

"Isn't this something to be expected?"

The speaker was Catherine, who was treating Caesar's wound... I don't know what happened to the wound. Although the bleeding stopped, it never healed.

This is something very incredible...Both Catherine and Judas are very aware of how powerful Caesar's body is.

"That's it, Catherine." Caesar withdrew his palm from Catherine's hand, "As long as it doesn't bleed, this wound won't be a problem."

He stood up, started to put on his coat at the same time, and asked: "Dobas, is there no news about finding the psychic witch?"

"That bitch!" Catherine snorted coldly, "She hasn't shown up since the accident... She was never with us."

Caesar shook his head and said casually: "If we say it's not the same, most of the 'Doomsday Myth' is not the same as us... They are just free members. Since they can't be found, forget it... What we need to do is, Just waiting for the sunrise tomorrow.”

"They won't find this place, don't worry." Judas nodded, "As long as they can't find it before dawn..."

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