Trafford’s Trading Club

Fog City, outside the city, Sir Pukins Manor.

In the Knight Agency, in front of the huge round table, everyone was sitting around. They were all the heads of the Knight Agency in various places. At this time, they all had the same box placed in front of them.

This place is tightly guarded because, outside the door of the Round Table Conference Room, except for Lancelot, who has been kidnapped, all the current Twelve Round Tables are guarding here, as well as nearly thirty knights. And hundreds of elite knights.

"let's start."

Sir Pugins said softly, and first opened the box in front of him. He took out a green gem the size of a pebble.

At the same time, the heads of knight agencies in various places took out the same things from the boxes in front of them at almost the same time.

After that, Sir Pugins unscrewed the carving on the cane, then inserted it into a small indentation on the table in front of him... and turned it.

The sound of gears turning sounded, and the floor in the center of the round table opened at this time, and a statue of a king holding a sword slowly emerged from under the floor.

On the blade of the stone sword held by the statue, there are impressive circular grooves, which correspond to the gems held by each person in charge.

When each gem seemed to be pulled by something and flew out of their hands automatically, and then embedded itself in the groove of the stone sword, everyone held their breath and watched this scene carefully.

"Although I have always known of its existence, I have never actually seen it since I took over... I never thought that I would actually be able to see it in my lifetime."

The speaker was an old man who was much older than Sir Pukins. His eyes were blurred and unblinking, staring closely at the changes on the statue every moment.

Click!

Suddenly, a soft sound alarmed everyone, and they saw that the statue of the king, starting from the head, automatically split open and spread out... like petals in full bloom, what was finally revealed was a small stone.

And among the stones, there was a simple stone cup.

"This...is this the legendary Holy Grail?"

Everyone who had never thought that the Holy Grail would look like this suddenly felt indescribable disappointment. Perhaps in their imagination, the Holy Grail should be more valuable. Maybe it doesn't need to be too gorgeous, at least it should make people feel... That's what makes it extraordinary at first glance.

But this silence only lasted for a few seconds. After a few seconds, the Holy Grail on the stone platform suddenly trembled, and a large number of cracks even appeared on its body.

Tsk tsk, tsk tsk!

After violent trembling, it completely shattered, and only a dazzling golden light was seen, filling every part of the room in an instant, making them unable to open their eyes.

After their eyes had adjusted, they looked at it again with uncertainty. After that, they could no longer hide their excitement. The real Holy Grail was in front of them.

It seems to have infinite magic power. Even if they take a quick look, their souls seem to be pulled, and the scene of heaven can't help but appear in front of their eyes.

Peace, happiness, satisfaction... The feeling that human beings should have can bring about pleasure, which filled their hearts in an instant... A strange but seemingly obsessed smile of satisfaction appeared on their faces. meaning.

Cackling!

The sound of knocking suddenly sounded at this time, and everyone shuddered suddenly this time, and they woke up one after another, only to see that this was the sound made by Sir Pugins tapping his cane on the table.

"Everyone, please stay quiet." Sir Pugins said slowly as if he didn't see everyone losing their composure.

Everyone sighed.

"The grape cup in the Last Supper, according to legend, even once contained the blood of the Holy Son...a magic cup that can fulfill any wish." The old man murmured to himself at the moment.

"Everyone, this is not the Holy Grail in the Bible, but something made in that sinful place a hundred years ago. It only has the name of the Holy Grail, but it is by no means a sacred thing." An old woman frowned at this time. "The literature is very clear that a sacrifice is required to activate it!"

After talking about the sacrifice, his willpower weakened a little. At this time, another person in charge of the knight agency, who was still obsessed with the cup on the stone platform, woke up from a dream and broke out in a cold sweat.

"So. Pugins, the [Holy Grail] has been taken out. What are you going to do with the most critical part... the sacrifice?"

Facing the gazes of everyone, Sir Pugins took a deep breath and said slowly: "It needs to swallow the soul to activate. Of course, the soul of a living person is impossible, so I plan to use something else this time. "

"Well... it's actually better to use death row prisoners as sacrifices, but unfortunately the death penalty has been abolished now." Someone suggested: "Maybe we can try to use those super criminals. Anyway, our relationship with the Magician Association is a bit tense now. There is no need for those wanted criminals who were originally going to be handed over to them."

Sir Pugins shook his head, "After arresting those criminals, they have notified the Magicians Association simultaneously. If they cannot produce it at this time, it will inevitably arouse their suspicion... Even if it is because of the country's problems, a hundred years ago We were once allies, so there is no need to really bring the relationship to a freezing point."

"Then what are you going to do? Do you have any other good sacrifices? Do you plan to use the heroic souls from the Hall of Heroes?!"

Sir Pugins waved his hand to make people calm down, "Perhaps it is God's will. Just before the crisis of 'Doomsday Myth' was launched, the Knight Agency of Fog City happened to smash a criminal group that smuggled orcs... At present, This group of orcs is here."

"Orcs... Orcs?" someone pondered.

"Since they are orc slaves who were captured and sold, it is ok to think that those slave traders would not dare to capture some ruthless shelter members among the orcs..." someone said.

"That's it, I didn't see it." This one was even more direct.

"Okay, Pugins, even if you have chosen the sacrifice, you can't do it blatantly..." The old man mused: "Especially not in front of the Twelve Knights, this will shake their faith in knights. of."

"Don't worry, I've taken care of it." Sir Pugins was expressionless, but he knocked on the table with his cane again.

The wall on one side of the round table conference room was slowly moved away, and a knight with a cold face, blood stained on his body, and a bloody sword in his hand slowly walked in.

The strong smell of blood instantly made everyone frown, and the moment they looked into the eyes of this cold-eyed knight, they couldn't help but feel a chill.

"This is Lord Simpton." Sir Pugins said calmly: "I have asked him to take care of it in advance... What he holds in his hand is the magic sword [Hegni], the souls of those orcs, It has been stored in this magic sword."

"Simpton? Is that him, that kid..."

The people in charge began to look at the gloomy man in front of them again, and some information about Simpson also began to emerge in their minds.

Many years ago, a violent orc appeared... This orc's ferocity once gave the Knight Agency and even the entire Magician Association a headache.

The orc was eventually rounded up and killed. However, when the troops at that time found the base camp of the violent orcs, they also rescued many innocent humans...most of them were women.

What shocked the troops even more was that these women all gave birth to children as a result of being raped by this violent orc...and these children were used in various experiments.

Even if they were rescued later, these children were basically broken... Among them, there seemed to be only one conscious child left.

Later, the child was raised by the knight organization and eventually became a great knight...

…

As if he did not see the eyes of these people in charge, Knight Simpton lowered his head slightly at this time.

Pugins also pretended that everyone's surprised looks were gone, and said slowly: "Okay, Lord Simpton, I will give you the glory of activating the [Holy Grail], are you ready?"

"Yes, my-lord."

Knight Simpton raised his sword in salute, and then walked step by step to the stand where the [Holy Grail] was placed. He placed the tip of the magic sword in his hand on the rim of the [Holy Grail]... and saw blood starting to flow from the sword. It gushed out from the blade and then dripped into the [Holy Grail].

"The power activated by the [Holy Grail] will increase based on the number of sacrifices." Sir Pugins said seriously: "There are forty-three orc souls here. I want the [Holy Grail] to directly solve this crisis." of."

"What are you going to do, Pugins?"

"The root cause of this riot is the 'Doomsday Myth' organization." Pukins said directly: "We need all the intelligence of this organization, including personnel lists, locations... Only by fundamentally eliminating it can we avoid future incidents. This kind of thing.”

Drops of blood dripped from the magic sword, and when the cup was almost half full... the [Holy Grail] once again burst out with dazzling brilliance.

At the same time, an ancient sheepskin scroll slowly appeared in front of Sir Pugins...

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Pay/pay to the bustard, 5 million yuan.

Of course, such a prompt sound is impossible to appear. What appears is just a prompt similar to this format.

The approximate content is:

You have an ordinary soul credited to your account, quantity +: 43.

In Boss Luo's mind, he once again heard the luoli sound of the altar that he had imagined.

"Why do I suddenly have the feeling that when I was cleaning up the room, I found a hundred yuan in the pocket of a piece of clothing that I hadn't worn for a long time..."

"Master?" The maid who didn't understand the sudden words from her master tilted her head slightly, her hair hanging down.

"Ah... don't move, this is a good posture."

Boss Luo, who wrote a motto for himself, decided to do a lot of things, and at the same time, to avoid being trapped in endless transactions and unable to extricate himself, so he exercised restraint and did not continue the time-killing activity of [observation]. .

In the room, the maid was starting a famous photography activity with her master.

It's a long night after all.

…

…

There were no mobile phones or even clocks. In the dark stone room, the only thing that could tell the time was the human body's ability to sense the time... The queen felt a little tired.

It must have been past her usual time to fall asleep.

Lancelot was no longer lying down. When the Queen's palms were released from her eyes, she had already regained some energy, and as quickly as possible, she ate the food Caesar sent to her to replenish her strength.

It seemed that he had changed into a different person, but he seemed to be the same person again. Her Majesty the Queen looked at Lancelot's actions at this time with a smile.

"Is this useful?" Her Majesty the Queen asked curiously.

Lancelot, at this time, was holding the chains shackles on his hands and began to grind them on the floor of the stone room, and had already grinded out a lot of stone powder.

Lancelot said sternly at this time: "This kind of shackles was developed by the Magicians Association and is specially used to imprison extraordinary power. It is made from a special alchemical mineral called Ham stone... But now it has been Basically eliminated. In fact, there are still many such props left in the Knight Agency... Although it is very convenient for confining extraordinary power, in fact it is not strong. There were prisoners who used this method to chain Break it.”

"So..." Her Majesty the Queen nodded happily, "In your opinion, how long will it take to break it?"

Lancelot shook his head, "It's hard to say. It seemed that the prisoner took more than half a month to wear out. However, there is always better than nothing. We can't keep waiting for rescue. Her Majesty the Queen, Could you please pay attention outside? If anyone wants to come in, I want to stop doing this."

"Okay kid, I will watch over it for you. I believe I can do it." The queen still smiled happily.

only.

For more than half a month... Her Majesty the Queen couldn't help but smile bitterly in her heart. She did not tell Lancelot that Caesar would execute her before sunrise.

Her Majesty the Queen did not intend to deny Lancelot's efforts at this time, but slowly walked to the door, pretending to listen carefully to the sounds outside.

"Oh...it seems like someone is really coming." Her Majesty the Queen quickly turned around.

Lancelot quickly lay down on the ground, covering the ground stone powder. At the same time, he gathered up the chains and turned his body sideways.

When the door opened, Her Majesty the Queen took a few steps back and stood in front of Lancelot.

"What are you doing?"

The people who came in were Judas and Catherine...Catherine looked at Her Majesty the Queen suspiciously.

Her Majesty the Queen was neither salty nor cold at this time, with the anger and cynicism of the imprisoned person, "Gentlemen and ladies. Don't you know that such a cold place can easily make me sick? If I don't If you stand up and move around for a while, you will probably get very cold... I ask you to improve my treatment."

Judas frowned, obviously he hated this so-called aristocratic behavior, "Then I hope you have enough activity, otherwise it will be even colder late at night."

"You rude people!" Her Majesty the Queen immediately scolded.

Catherine just sneered, but ignored him. Instead, she glanced at Lancelot on the ground, "Isn't this guy awake yet?"

"What on earth did you do to her!" Her Majesty continued angrily.

"Let me see if he's dead." Catherine sneered and was about to move past the Queen.

Unexpectedly, Her Majesty the Queen frowned and continued to angrily yell: "You have made her like this, and you plan to continue hurting her? As the Queen of Great Britain, I ask you to stop this kind of rough behavior immediately!"

"Damn old lady." Catherine snorted.

"Forget it." Judas said calmly: "Caesar just asked us to come and take a look. There is no need to argue with her... Well, Her Majesty the Queen, if you feel cold, I will send you a blanket later. of."

"I also asked for a pot of hot tea, and preferably a fresh nǎi. I need fresh nǎi to sleep peacefully!"

"Do you think this is a hotel? Damn old woman!! Maybe you don't know your situation?"

Is it really easy for women to embarrass women? Judas shook his head, casually stretched out his hand to pull Catherine, and pulled her out, "Okay, I don't have any fresh food. I can bring you some hot water... Nothing happens, just stay here."

When the door closed, Her Majesty the Queen slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

She listened close to the door for a while, and then said: "Okay, they should have gone far... My child, am I right? I can do it well."

Lancelot then sat up and glanced gratefully at Her Majesty the Queen... who stood in front of him.

"Can you hear anything?" Her Majesty the Queen suddenly frowned at this time.

Lancelot was startled and listened intently. He only heard what seemed to be a ringing sound coming from outside... and the air seemed to be trembling slightly.

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A huge fighter plane was slowly descending from the night sky.