On the screen, Gareth's slightly pale face...... Sir Perkins of the Knight of the Fog listened silently to his report.

“...... I'm so sorry, Mr. Perkins, that we couldn't stop him from leaving. ”

Sir Perkins was silent for a moment before frowning and asked, "Did he really say that he would go back to the castle prison?"

Gareth nodded, "He did say that. ”

"I see. Sir Pkins nodded, "The matter about Farrell's passover is only known to the participants on Prison Island this time...... Give a gag order to the knights of Prison Island. ”

"But sir...... This is Farel, he's already left Prison Island?" Gareth had an expression of disbelief on his face.

Sir Pkins shook his head, rather helpless, and said, "Since he said that he would come back, he will definitely go back...... He never broke his word. ”

"But ......"

"Needless to say. Sir Perkins waved his hand, "The castle prison can't trap him...... The three twelve-round tables were like children in front of him, powerless. Gareth, haven't you figured it out yet?"

"Sir?"

Sir Perkins sighed, "Castle Prison...... It wasn't that we could afford to put Farrell in the first place, but he walked in of his own free will. ”

"What!?"

Ignoring Gareth's horror at this time, Sir Perkins said with a straight face: "Knight Gareth, I now give you a new mission, you have six hours to rest and hurry, please go with Dagonit to the point of action you are responsible for to eradicate the 'myth of doom' within the specified time." Also, tell Lancelot to return to Her Majesty's side as soon as possible and continue her duties. ”

Gareth could only stand upright and nodded in agreement.

After the correspondence with Gareth ended, Sir Perkins went into the depths of the manor alone...... After going through layers of tight mechanisms, he finally came to a secret room that only he, the supreme person in charge of the Fog Knights' Agency, could enter.

In the secret room, there is a huge throne, and above the throne, there is a pair of silver, seated armor, like a king.

Sir Perkins slowly walked over to the armor of the throne and held out his hand...... His fingers had just touched the part of his hand that was like an electric shock, and Sir Perkins had to withdraw his hand.

Jazz let out a slow sigh and muttered, "Mordred...... After all these years, you still don't accept anyone other than Farrell. ”

A Farrell who didn't even put on the Holy Armor had already easily defeated the three Gareth...... A look of melancholy appeared on Sir Perkins' face.

He looked up in silence, his gaze beginning from the throne upwards...... Behind the throne, there was a large mural on the wallpaper.

On the mural, a knight wearing silver holy armor and holding the legendary king sword fights hundreds of 'demons'......

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......

One night passed quietly in the process of the earth's rotation.

When she woke up in the morning, the maid was already ready to freshen up...... Even the toothpaste was already crowded onto the toothbrush, and a hot towel was ready, standing and waiting.

"I suddenly felt a sense of guilt for the evil feudal lord. ”

Luo Qiu quipped after wiping his face.

The maid lady smiled softly, carefully arranged her master's clothes, and said, "That orc lady left with her brother at half past five in the morning. ”

"So early?" Luo Qiu blinked.

Luo Qiu's sleep is really sleeping...... It's something that never gives up — he doesn't even wake up before the biological clock is up if he doesn't have to.

Because there was still some distance from here to the mouth of the tunnel, she seemed to be afraid that she would miss the bus. Miss Maid straightened the clothes on Boss Luo's chest and then flattened them before revealing a satisfied look, "Also, Miss Ren called you half an hour ago." ”

Luo Qiu nodded and said casually: "Probably because of the terrorist attack... What do you say. ”

Miss Maid smiled and said, "I told Miss Ren that you haven't gotten up yet...... And nothing happened last night on the fog capital's side. But she was still worried...... By this time, I'm probably asleep. ”

After all, there are still eight time zones apart.

"I'll send her a text later......" Luo Qiu nodded, and began to eat the breakfast delivered by the hotel, while planning to leave from the fog.

However, in terms of train information, several major lines in Wudu have temporarily suspended operation today - among them, there is a route prepared by Luoqiu.

"It seems to be because of the terrorist attack......," the maid said, smearing butter on her bread, "but if you suddenly stop the route for the next few days, it may be because the target of the next attack will be on these routes?"

Luo Qiu was curious: "How do you know that there will be another attack." ”

Yuya said casually: "Isn't it normal to attack and then make a request." Besides, until now, no so-called terrorist group has been responsible for last night's attack, doesn't it prove that at least the people behind this attack have not reached an agreement with the government. ”

"Maybe they've asked for it, but the government doesn't plan to make it public?"

"That's also not an agreement. The maid lady said as a matter of course: "Otherwise, why would you suddenly stop these routes, isn't it because you need to make some arrangements...... Perhaps, they already know the next plan of action of the mastermind behind the scenes, and they are currently preparing intensively to give each other a head-on blow. Finally, this is no ordinary terrorist organization...... Last night in the Eye of the Fog Capital. ”

Luo Qiu blinked, last night...... Riding the Ferris wheel was purely impromptu, but it seems to have inadvertently disrupted the deployment of the organization behind the attack.

Presumably, the route that has stopped now may have something to do with the murderer who was shot down by Miss Maid last night...... Maybe the knights have already come up with information or something.

"That's ......," Luo Qiu thought for a moment, "then postpone the trip...... I think Peter Chen would have preferred me to stay two more days. ”

After all, in one night, there were terrorist attacks in four cities in a row, at the same time...... In fact, the whole country has become very nervous since last night.

Song Dynasty Hotel, since last night, has stepped up surveillance.

"Do you want to stay in the hotel for the day today. Yuya asked softly.

Luo Qiu smiled and said, "Just put two images here...... Anyway, I'm going to stay a few more days, and I'm going to do something else today, right?"

"For example?"

"How about an opera?" Luo Qiu looked at the flyer in the tourist brochure in the room.

The maid took out the flyer and looked at the poster on it, "Turandot." ”

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St Pancras Railway Station.

In the waiting hall, a small figure walked through the crowd...... It is extremely agile, and often takes something from the front of the store at a very fast speed when people don't care.

It just took a little bit at a time...... Very few.

It took a while for it to stop holding the sheep by the hand, and then turned into the emergency passage - after turning around, it came to a computer room, and crawled into the machine room through the next vent.

In the computer room, after Oga heard the voice, he quickly stood up.

I saw our orc, Miss Lale, jump out of the vent, and then shake her clothes in front of Ogga, and suddenly everything fell from her body.

Bread, sweets, chocolates...... Finally, Miss Lale pulled out a large bottle of water from her neckline, "Come, eat, you haven't eaten in the morning, you must be hungry." ”

"Sister eats too!"

They sat down on the ground and began to eat the 'trophies', and Oga picked up the hot dog bread and asked as he ate, "Sister, how long will it be before we can get in the car?"

"Soon, two o'clock in the afternoon. Lale wiped the sauce from Olgar's lips with his sleeve, "I've observed that the ventilation ducts from here can climb up to the tracks, and when it's about time, we'll get on the tracks." After getting on the bus, I sneaked into the car where the goods were loaded. As long as it goes well, the car will only take two or three hours and we will be able to get to Paris. ”

Oga was eating, and suddenly asked, "Sister, aren't we going to find my father?"

Lale was silent in the face of her brother's question...... There was one thing she didn't actually tell the magician who helped her, and that was how she and Oga were caught by orc traffickers this time.

She shook her head, took Oga into her arms, and said softly, "It's too dangerous here, let's go back...... That person, if he really cares about me and you, doesn't need us to look for it at all, he should come back on his own. ”

Oga kept his head down, not knowing what to think.

Seeing this, Lale cheered up and smiled, "Ogga, you see I've brought you something!"

She took out a small object from her back trouser pocket and raised it in front of Ogga.

"Harmonica!"

Shoving this delicate harmonica into Ogala's hand, Lale whispered, "Didn't you lose your harmonica on the boat, I think this is not bad, do you like it?"

"Hmm!"

Oga couldn't put it down, and after wiping it with his clothes a few times, he put it to his lips and began to play...... That's what he'd learned from Will last night, and he's only half-learned the tune.

"The Original Scenery of Hometown".

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Elizabeth Tower...... Formerly known as Big Ben.

On the fence above the observation floor above the bell tower, the clear sound emanating from the harmonica of the man's hands, the continuous note composed of the tune: "Imagine".

His lips are thin, and his hair color is flaxen...... Not very strong, but very slender, wearing a dark blue costume in the style of the Baroque period.

He was like an actor in a stage play...... But this era is obviously not the era of this dress.

"Imagine......" Another man walked slowly at this time—he was the bartender of the tavern where Mr. Red, a senior cadre of the 'Doomsday Myth', had been to before he was laid, and he came to the man playing the harmonica, and then continued: "Hohn-lennon, I thought you wouldn't like modern music. ”

He continued to play himself, and when he knew that the piece was finished, he put down his harmonica, looked at the bartender, and said, "Donbas, there is no news of Red yet." ”

Mr. Bartender...... Dobas shook his head, "According to the original plan, Red's target was the Eye of the Fog, but apparently he failed...... Most likely, he has fallen into the hands of the Knight of the Fog Capital. They may even have learned something from Red's mouth. ”

The man shook his head and said, "I believe in Red, he has Gillian's psychic protection on him...... No one can go beyond the power of the Psychic Witch to ask a person, and a strong-willed person. ”

"Actually, I have reservations about this psychic witch. Donbas said indifferently: "Since the beginning of the project, I have not been able to contact her. Sir, we don't even know what this psychic witch really intends. ”

"Whether she really wants to help us or has other intentions, it doesn't matter what the plan itself is...... However, since Red is missing, let's plan ahead. ”

"Three days later?" said Dobas frowned, "the British government, on its part, may not accept it." ”

"What we need is not their compromise, but fear. ”

He looked in the direction of the Platinum Palace, where the queen was, "We've been hiding like rats crossing the street for too long. Only fear can give us a land where we can truly live...... The passage of the bill to leave the European Union will leave the country in a state of isolation for the future, and this will be our best chance. A country where orcs can live freely in the sun...... Do you see that, Dobas?"

"Caesar......

"Three o'clock in the afternoon, plan ahead. He turned around, waved his hand, and said in a deep voice, "Let the myth of the end of the world start from here, and cover it!"

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Her Majesty's Theatre.

It's impossible to buy in advance before you can enter the market...... It will never be possible for the maid lady, and the place where you can't let your master enter, is carried with original sin.

"How can it be so serious......"

Luo Qiu gently squeezed the palm of the maid's hand, then led her, followed the flow of people, and slowly walked into the theater.

In fact, there is still more than half an hour before the official performance.

But although he had already gotten the ticket to enter, the whole process of entering the venue was not too smooth - Boss Luo, who had long been accustomed to his physique, looked at the layers of security checks at this time, and his heart was not turbulent.

The scrutiny is not a legacy of last night's terrorist attack – it's just that a big man has come to the theater today.

Her Majesty the Queen of the British Empire.

No one else will know that Her Majesty is not in the mood to come here to see the opera at this time - her presence is only the idea of the staff behind her: the more times like this, the more Her Majesty, as the representative of the country, will not be able to show panic, as if nothing has happened, so that the people will not take the attack too seriously.

Commonly known as: whitewash the peace.

"I should have made up this year's paycheck and let these guys go back to their hometown. ”

When entering, Her Majesty, who held her pet in her hand, did not forget to whisper in the ear of her personal bodyguard, Lancelot.

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