The restored city did not leave real scars. And the effect of the "elimination technique" is also much better than expected. Of course, what happened in the Fog City has long been published in the magic newspaper created by the Magicians Association.
On the dynamic newspaper headlines, there are even many fierce fights that took place in the foggy city last night... The vortex of discussion has quietly rolled up among the countries in the European continent.
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Inside the Platinum Palace... It was already nine o'clock the next morning.
Accompanied by Dagonit and Orphen, Her Majesty received the leader of the magician troop, Deacon Ace.
"Mr. Ace, this is your [Holy Lance], please check its integrity."
What was contained in the box was the [Holy Lance] that was used by the guardian of the royal family last night and defeated Pukins with the last blow... held by Dagonit.
Deacon Ace just swept the palm of the box casually, and then laughed: "I believe Her Majesty is a respectable person who will keep her promises."
The queen said indifferently: "About the cost of repairing the Fog City this time, please make a detailed list. After verification, I will send someone to your association in person."
"So, about those mineral deposits in the Northeast?"
Deacon Ace narrowed his eyes, more like a shrewd businessman than a magician... This is actually the important thing. There are a few exclusive materials in the land of Britain.
"As for this part, I will personally discuss it with those members of your association later on." Her Majesty the Queen said with a smile.
The deacon didn't say much... After nodding his head, he took the [Holy Spear] and left. As for how the two sides are arguing about the mineral deposits, that's the upper management's business.
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After Ace left, Her Majesty the Queen met Gareth individually, and Mr. Gareth was the last interviewed by Tresti and Bedwell.
Although he swore allegiance to the current royal family before the duel last night... no, to be precise, he only pledged allegiance to the current queen, not to the current British royal family.
This group of round tables actually gave themselves a little room to maneuver before committing their allegiance... Gareth thought about the Queen's intention to receive the three of them alone, but unexpectedly, Her Majesty the Queen was very straightforward.
"What?" At this moment, Mr. Gareth's face was full of disbelief: "You let me take over the knight organization in Wudu?"
"Tresty and Bedivere have already agreed to take over their knight institutions." Her Majesty said seriously, "It's up to you, Gareth."
Gareth frowned, and said hesitantly: "Your Majesty...there has never been a Knight of the Round Table taking over the agency in history."
The queen said: "There is no such example, so it can't appear in the future... Gareth, would you like to see the British knight institution fall into the hands of someone like Sir Pukins again? Elect the elder, and then command you? Or, Gareth, you don’t have the confidence to do a good job?”
"That's not what I meant." Mr. Gareth shook his head. At this moment, he naturally understood the intention of letting the Twelve Round Tables who had already pledged their allegiance take over different knight institutions.
Knights of the Round Table like them, who have inherited the power of inheritance, will basically not betray once they have made an oath... Letting them take over the knight organization is tantamount to consolidating Her Majesty's control over the knight organization.
"I just can't figure it out...why me?" Gareth smiled wryly, "In the whole thing, to be honest, I didn't have much effect...it's not like Lancelot who destroyed the [Holy Grail], It's not like Dagonit's latent work."
"Gareth." Her Majesty smiled and said at this time: "I originally planned to let Dagonit take over the Knights of the Fog... but he recommended you to me."
"Dagonit, recommended... me?"
Ignoring Gareth's surprise at this time, Her Majesty the Queen directly signed a document, "Gareth, I have already written the paperwork for your appointment. I hope that your future work will make me feel that this recommendation does not let you Disappointed... Are you still going to stand still and not pick up?"
What else can he say
The paperwork has been written... Taking a deep breath, Gareth took over the appointment cautiously.
"Then, I will leave it to you to discuss how to rebuild the knight organization, Tresti, and Bedivere will take care of it... I believe that if the three of you can work together, you will have a good start, right? .”
"I'll do my best."
After saluting, Gareth took the mission papers and left the queen's office feeling a little unreal... Just as he came out, he let out a long breath.
This Her Majesty the Queen seemed to be completely two people from before... He even felt more restrained than when he faced Sir Pukins.
But at this moment, he saw someone leaning against the wall outside the corridor, as if waiting for him to come out... Clown, Dagonit.
Gareth was silent for a while, and finally walked up to Dagonit. He hesitated and said, "Before I came here, I went back to Pukins Manor... I found Jaylan where the prisoners were held." Special, there are a few other elders, and others... They are not dead at all."
At this time, Mr. Clown narrowed his eyes: "Even if you find it, except for Geraint and some knights, those bosses will not be released... Of course, the same is true for their loyalists. Your Majesty the Queen, will not hand over the situation that has been opened up to those old guys so easily. They will spend the rest of their days leisurely."
"Why..." Gareth bowed his head.
Dagonit was startled, then shrugged his shoulders and said, "You mean to recommend you to take over the matter of the Fog City Knight Agency? I don't want to say, Gareth, you are more suitable for these trivial things than me. Are you going to make me sit in an office and sign documents? I might not be the same every time I sign."
Gareth grabbed Dagonit's collar with one hand and pulled it in front of him, "I said, why did you lie to me that you killed so many people and killed Geraint!"
"Did I lie to you?" Mr. Clown said with a frightened expression, "I remember I reminded you?"
Gareth couldn't help but startled.
Mr. Clown shook his head, "I said Gareth, do you have some confidence in me, okay? I am also the one who took the oath of knighthood in front of the statue of King Arthur... I said this, right?"
"Who knew you bastard was referring to this matter at the time!!" Gareth squeezed the other's neck with both hands, furious...Mr. Clown looked like he was about to suffocate.
But he let go of his hand suddenly, looked at Dagonit who couldn't help coughing, and sighed, "It's not you, it's really great."
Gareth...
But Mr. Clown suddenly changed into a bright smile, and said cheaply: "Do you feel very guilty for me in your heart, and feel that you don't trust your companions, and you blame yourself? It doesn't matter, the future Throughout the year, you can contribute your salary to me, so that my wounded heart will be well healed"
"Go!" Mr. Gareth strode away.
"Half a year?" Mr. Clown hurriedly chased after him, hooking his shoulder.
"roll!!"
"Three months?"
"Go to death!"
"One month, okay? I'm almost running out of throwing knives recently!"
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The voice gradually moved away from the corridor... When Her Majesty the Queen came out of the office, she only saw the backs of the two when they finally disappeared.
At this time, a servant came to Her Majesty and told her that Lancelot had woken up.
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Later, Lancelot was transferred to the Platinum Palace for treatment... When Her Majesty the Queen walked into the room, Lancelot was sitting silently on the bed, looking at his hands, seemingly absent-minded.
"Queen..." She heard the movement, and immediately planned to get off the bed.
Her Majesty waved her hand and said with a smile: "I, I should not be so stupid as to ask a patient to salute me."
"No." Lancelot said hastily: "You are the wisest king I have ever seen... I have heard about what happened yesterday. I didn't expect so many things to happen, but I have been kept in the dark Li. I'm sorry... I didn't do anything, and I even got my holy seal taken away... I am no longer worthy of the name [nelot·du·ke]."
Her Majesty came to the bed and sat down, suddenly said: "Remember, when you and I were both trapped in the stone room, what did I say to you?"
Lancelot nodded subconsciously.
The queen said: "Now, my hands have been released from your eyes, and the light has come...Aren't you going to prepare yourself?"
Lancelot moved his lips and said in a low voice: "But now I have..."
"This is what the guardian found from [Oberon] after eradicating him." Her Majesty handed a box to Lancelot at this time, "I think it belongs to you."
The moment the box was opened, a soft light shone on Lancelot's face... It was the holy seal, the holy seal of [nelot·du·ke].
Lancelot stared blankly at the suspension of the holy seal, and then automatically merged into her body bit by bit.
She was originally the orthodox successor of this power. When the disrupted succession was restored to the right track, the holy seal obeyed the ancient oath and returned to her body again.
"I... am I still qualified?" Lancelot muttered to himself.
But she suddenly felt something pressing her head... She was so surprised that she opened her mouth to press the top of her head, and it turned out to be a book.
It is a book put down by Her Majesty the Queen.
I only heard Her Majesty squinting her eyes and smiling at this moment: "If you feel that you can't forgive yourself, why not try to punish yourself? Hold this book and don't let it fall for a whole day. If you fail, you will have to do it no matter what." Eat a hundred strawberry sundaes in an hour... what do you think?"
"I'll do it." Lancelot took a deep breath, she carefully got off the bed, and then looked at the book on top of her head... It's just a matter of balance, and she has been exercising, it's not too much. too difficult.
"By the way, stand up straighter... like a lady. Remember, you are a lady now, not a knight." Her Majesty said with a smile: "Don't tense up, relax...yes, relax your belt again. point."
"Is this... like this?" Lancelot couldn't help feeling a little unnatural.
"Well, it's almost there." Her Majesty smiled, looked at Lancelot's standing position with satisfaction, and then suddenly said, "By the way, Lancelot, are you interested in being my student?"
Snapped!
Because of the sudden relationship, the already well-balanced book just fell from Lancelot's head...
"It seems that the chefs have to work overtime." Her Majesty covered her mouth and laughed.
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When Mr. Davis came to bring the queen's office under the leadership of the guards, he was a little surprised to see this woman in a tuxedo and white shirt with a book called "Confessions" on her head. .
"Mr. Davis, Her Majesty is already waiting for you inside, please come in." Lancelot said expressionlessly.
"I remember, your name seems to be... Lancelot?" Mr. Davis nodded.
"Yes." Lancelot didn't nod, but just blinked his eyes. "Last year, when the Queen visited Northern Ireland, we met once at a local banquet."
"So you still remember." Mr. Davis nodded, and then smiled slightly, "I'm so lucky for you during this time."
Lancelot was a little surprised...but his expression remained the same. After Davis walked into the queen's office, he continued to stand in front of the door, performing her escort mission.
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In the room, Her Majesty the Queen personally made a pot of tea for the arriving Davis... They stared at each other for a long time in the negotiation area next to the office.
"I'm going back at noon, and I have a meeting in the afternoon." Mr. Davis... Caesar said slowly at this time: "It's been a while since I left this time."
"Actually, you can stay for a while." Her Majesty said slowly, "The previous Prime Minister is dead... I need someone to help me."
Caesar said indifferently: "Elizabeth, I have been operating in Northern Ireland for more than ten years... Over the years, I have been secretly arranging for the orcs to live there with a new identity, which is actually enough... You should understand that I have great respect for Great Britain. The so-called power of the government is not of much interest.”
"That's a pity." Her Majesty smiled wryly, "I know I can't keep you alone... You are willing to help me this time, which is beyond my expectations... In fact, at the beginning, I even I never thought you would agree. After all, some orcs need to be sacrificed this time..."
"But I need this kind of effect." Caesar said blankly: "Things about the fog city have already begun to spread among the non-humans in the European continent. In the next period of time, the voice of anti-orcs will intensify again. The living environment of the orcs on the road will become more difficult... Only in this way, they will have the courage to look for new opportunities. Elizabeth, do you know? There are at least 740,000 orcs in the world... But I am in Northern Ireland , so far only 30,000 have been placed. They have never had the courage to take this step.”
Her Majesty shook her head, "If you need it, please don't hesitate... If you need policy support, I will do my best."
"Thanks."
Caesar nodded directly, without too much hypocrisy, and then stood up, "Then, I will leave... If I guessed correctly, you should go to the Association of Magicians to negotiate with them in person, right? By then Finally, the guardians of the royal family will appear by your side again."
"You are always so reassuring." Her Majesty sighed, "No wonder Margaret loves you so much..."
After a moment of silence, Caesar said, "I'm leaving, take care of yourself."
Her Majesty suddenly said, "Caesar, can I see Margaret's two children? Anyway, they are also my nephews."
"You'll see you soon...probably."
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At noon, accompanied by the maid, Luo Qiu came to a small shop that looked quite hidden. He found this place according to the address given by a certain lady.
Lady Maria's Magic House.
Genius site address:.