Lancelot likes to be quiet.

In particular, he enjoyed the feeling of being alone standing on a high place overlooking the earth, which gave him the illusion that he was in control.

It's just that many things have been out of his control recently, especially the last operation under the Barron's Tower, although Gawain's interference was eliminated, he was also condemned for the failure of this operation.

It's not hard to see this estrangement in Green's attitude.

He tapped lightly on the button on the table.

He was desperate to taste the absinthe, but the bell rang but there was no response for a long time, and when Lancelot was a little impatient, the door was pushed open without warning.

A familiar voice rang out.

"Tsk, the famous first knight, he doesn't even have anyone to drink with him."

"It's bleak."

Lancelot jerked his head back, his eyes like frozen frost.

"Gawain!?"

Gawain casually threw out an unopened bottle of absinthe, but as soon as the bottle flew into the air, it was wrapped in a sudden breath, and by the time it landed, it had already turned into a lump of ice.

"What are you doing here?!"

Lancelot asked coldly.

"Let's take a look at my former biggest competitor."

Gawain casually found a chair and sat down, with a relaxed expression on his face, as if he had really come to meet a friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

Lancelot clenched his fists, and a layer of frost shrouded him, as the sunlight outside the window shone through the glass, as if he was covered with a suit of armor.

It was noon.

In this case, it is almost impossible to defeat Gawain.

As if he couldn't perceive the agitation momentum on Lancelot's body, Gawain said casually: "Do you think I am your biggest obstacle?" ”

Gawain smiled.

"Even if you catch me, will you definitely be a candidate for regimental commander?"

Lancelot's eyes narrowed slightly.

"What do you mean?"

"I think you know better than anyone that the biggest obstacle standing in your way right now is not me, but Bedwell."

"He's the oldest Legacy Knight of all of us, and he served in the Order even before Green became the Captain."

"In the same way, he was the least careful to pass it on."

"I guess you know what that means."

"He discovered and hindered the arrival of Kernon, the head of the Dark Deer, and Rams, the Headless Horseman, and although he doesn't seem as dazzling as us, his actual combat effectiveness is not bad."

Gawain tapped lightly on the table.

"In this case, if you were Green, who would you choose?"

Lancelot's breathing became rapid.

Of course he understands this, but he just keeps running away from it.

"You want to trick me?"

Lancelot let out a dragon-like roar in his throat, and he felt that Gawain was fooling himself, which made him feel insulted, not from strength, but from his mind.

"I know what you're thinking, and you want me to help you create chaos and reduce the power of the Knights so that you can achieve your goals!"

Lancelot took a few deep breaths and regained his composure.

"Are you going to get out of here yourself, or are you going to let me kick you out?"

He sneered, "I may not be able to keep you, but if I want to, it will be enough to make you pay some price!" ”

Gao Wen stood up with interest.

"Don't do it, I'll leave right away."

He spread his palms.

"I'm just making a small suggestion."

He shook his head, "But alas, you've let me down too much." ”

"Dear Lancelot, what you get depends on what you're willing to give."

"The price of freedom is precious."

"I don't want to give anything, I just want to wait for the gift of others......"

The tall man's body slowly stepped back, and he stood in the doorway, an unpredictable smile on his face.

"No matter how strong it is, it's just a dog on a leash."

Without waiting for Lancelot to get angry, he jumped from a nearby window.

"Bang!"

There was a roar, and the floor at the doorway cracked, and the frost spread and sealed almost the entire door.

Lancelot's face was gloomy, and when he reached the door, he found that Gawain had been lost outside.

"Do you think I'm stupid?"

"Knowing it's a trap, you're going to jump into it?" A sarcastic smile hung over Lancelot's lips, but his eyes wandered, and it was clear that his brain was engaged in a fierce battle of thoughts.

A thought took root in his mind.

"If Bedwell also dies, then I will be the only candidate for regimental commander by an overwhelming margin!"

"No, you can't fall for Gawain!"

Lancelot muttered to himself.

"Once this kind of thing is discovered......"

"Why was it discovered? If you do it a little more secretively, the design twists and turns. ”

"Not against Bedwell, but against some people around him......"

A vicious thought slowly formed in his mind, and Lancelot knew the consequences of doing so, but he couldn't help but think about it.

Even...... Go for it!

On the other hand, Gawain, who left Lancelot, looked relaxed, of course he knew that Lancelot could not be bewitched by a few simple words, but even so, Gawain was still willing to try.

Lancelot looks arrogant, but in fact he is a little indecisive, and there are certain characteristics in his blood that make him easily distracted by emotions.

And in fact, there really aren't many options left for him.

Even if he doesn't do anything now, once this idea is planted, then when the time comes, he can't help but do something.

At the same time, Roger, who returned to Dublin, received news from the Knights that Tamara had officially taken over the Elder region, and that he had been sent directly to Poland without even making any handovers.

Take office immediately.

Roger didn't want to meet with Tamara in the first place, but after receiving the news, he simply packed up and left Elder.

Poland is a city located in Central Europe, and most of the place names in this world are very different from Roger's memory, and it is rare to see a place that completely recalls a country in a previous life.

Compared to the Poland that Roger remembers, the Poland of this world is larger, and the Knights are severely underpowered by casualties, which gives the other two forces the opportunity to join in the management.

Poland, where Roger went, was once under the jurisdiction of the Nature Society, and among the three major forces, the Knights of the Round Table were initially in the dominant position, mainly responsible for important cities in Europe.

In the central and remote areas, such as the Nature Society and the Warlock's Hall, they are left to the care of the Nature Society.

According to the rules, Roger can bring some of his men to Poland, but the Bedwell he plays is a recluse, and he has always been a loner, so naturally he has no power.

As for Elder, his original power was scattered and he was assigned to other areas along with the Gakhris brothers and Tristan.

Roger didn't want to bother either, rejected the decision to be sent by the headquarters, and set off for Poland alone.

In his previous life, the game The Witcher was based on Polish fantasy, so Roger also had some special feelings for this city he had never met.

The capital of Poland is Warsaw, but Roger is not going there, but in the northeast of the country, and further north, across a mountain range, it will approach another part of Europe.

The jungle is dense and inaccessible, and the whole of Europe is vast and sparsely populated, and many otherworldly forces have plenty of space and areas to make arrangements.

Upon arrival at the designated location, Roger was greeted and taken all the way to the Nature Society's headquarters in Poland.

Wearing a name tag issued by the Knights of the Round Table, Roger rides in a horse-drawn carriage that changes rapidly as the vehicle enters the forest.

It didn't take long for the window to return to normal, rows of stout white brocade trees were lined up, and at the end of the road, a white woman in a green robe was standing.

Behind her, there were two rows of transcendents dressed in the same costume.

Their costumes are similar, but there are subtle differences in the specific patterns, all of which are based on green, but the clothes standing on the left are printed with vine-like twigs.

On the right, you can see the beast's claws, feathers, and teeth, as well as a little bit of vegetation in between.

This represents the two main components of the Nature Society.

Wizards and druids.

The carriage came to a slow stop.

"Mr. Bedwell, welcome to the Polish headquarters."

The white woman standing at the top stepped forward and said in a loud voice.

Roger stepped out of the carriage and looked over to the other party.

An ordinary-looking European woman, with a tall stature, somewhat thick eyebrows, and firm and piercing eyes.

The wide robe could not hide the ups and downs of her figure.

Roger just glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze.

"Lady Hana, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Roger nodded, before he came, this Hana used to be the person in charge here, and she was also a third-order transcendent herself.

That is, the Full Moon Witch.

Looking at the woman in front of him, Roger suddenly remembered the first time he entered Bordeaux.

At that time, he was still struggling to enter the transcendental, and Kassandra at the full moon level was almost an existence that could only be looked up to.

But now.

His gaze swept over.

Hana, who is also a third-order, can only bow her head, both are third-order, but the gap between them is also huge.

This level of the third order, unless there are enough of them, or the abilities are strange and cooperate with each other, they really can't bring too much trouble to Roger.

"Welcome, Mr. Bedwell, I used to be the head of this place, and although you should have read the relevant materials, I feel that it is necessary to introduce you to the distribution of combat effectiveness at the Polish headquarters."

Because of Roger's arrival, Hana took a back seat, but the woman's face did not show any dissatisfaction.

The Knights of the Round Table have a reputation for being famous, and their nearly 100-year reign has challenged them with many transcendents, but the vast majority of them have failed.

The Knights of the Round Table do have their strengths.

If the strength of the Warlock's Guild is manifested at the individual level, then the Knights of the Round Table are manifested in a more specific combat effectiveness.

They may have a lower level of strength than the Warlock's Gathering, but when it comes to a real battle, actual combat performance can often determine a lot of things.

"No need."

Roger waved his hand nonchalantly, his gaze swept over everyone's faces, and in the next second, he activated the power on the Sword of the Sun.

The powerful fire attribute energy shrouded the surroundings, and everyone felt as if they were in a furnace, and this sudden oppression caused a brief panic on the scene.

But in the next second, the powerful power retracted into the body, and everyone raised their heads and looked at Roger with a look of surprise.

"I've got it."

The momentary feedback just now was enough for Roger to find out the strength of everyone.

To his surprise, Hana, who was standing beside him, turned out to be a little more powerful than he thought, and the energy fluctuations were probably at the same level as Gahaerys.

"Sir, you ...... so"

A vague hint of dissatisfaction flashed across Hana's face, but then Roger's words dispelled all her concerns.

"I don't have any interest in managing people, and if you've ever known me, you'll know I'm used to being on my own."

"In the future, the matter here will be left to you to deal with, don't bother me with all the messy things."

Roger stepped forward.

"If something goes wrong, I'm just looking for you."

Hana's eyebrows jumped, suppressing the surprise on her face, but she still shirked:

"How can this be, after all, you are the person in charge here......"

"You don't want to?"

Roger glanced back at Hannah, then his gaze fell on a druid, a plump woman with a beautiful face.

Her eyes were slightly raised, and there was a beastly desire in her eyes, which was unforgettable.

"Since you don't want to, then she'll come."

Hana's smile froze on her face.

"Mr. Bedwell, you ......"

"Oh?"

Roger stopped, "Do you have an opinion?" ”

"I ...... I ......"

"It's good if you don't have it."

He looked at the plump woman, "What's your name?" ”

"Rachel, sir."

The woman replied.

"Can it be done?"

"Rest assured, I promise to keep you satisfied."

The woman bit her red lip, her eyes fluttering, and her gaze swept over Roger's face.

"Haha."

Roger let out a hearty laugh.

"Take me to where I live, and you can arrange the rest."

"Don't worry."

The woman nodded.

The Nature Association is at the bottom of the three major forces, not because their overall strength is too weak, but because the members of the Nature Association are mixed.

The druids and wizards were divided into separate camps, and in the case of today's reception, the two sides were divided into two rows.

And Roger chose this woman, of course, not because of her ...... Her beauty.

It's because of strength.

This woman is very hidden, and it is estimated that the real combat power should not be much different from that Hana, and there is also the support of a force behind her.

As for whether the two forces will have contradictions and infighting because of this, that is not something Roger needs to consider.

To be honest, he didn't have the heart to deal with this at all, and when he found the right time, he planned to get rid of this identity and do what he had to do.

At the end of the road is a high hill with an ancient castle on the top of the hill, built against the mountain.

The quaint architecture and the majesty of the mountains blended perfectly, and Roger looked up at the smoke from the top of the mountain with a smile on his face.

"I love it here."

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