"Bedwell has always been very alert, and the last time I approached the gates of the manor, he mustered up his forces to deter me."

Galahad smiled, seemingly casually chattering.

"It's inevitable that guys who have lived longer will have such habits, and Bedwell is no exception."

Green's gaze was unfocused, the darkness didn't seem to have any effect on him, and the manor hidden in the woods was seen through to him.

"Nothing has changed."

"It's exactly the same as I remember."

Green casually pointed to a cobblestone path that winded through the estate, "I remember more than 100 years ago, when I was living on the estate, my favorite way to walk through this path. ”

"The uneven stones are imprinted on the soles of the feet......"

Green looked like an ordinary, twilight old man, touching the scene and reminiscing about the scenery of his youth.

But that's just the appearance.

As long as he was alive and could breathe, he was a terrifying fourth-order transcendent.

His own strength must be much stronger than Tamara and the others.

Perhaps overwhelming.

Whether it's the Warlock's Guild or the Nature Guild, they have two leaders, with the exception of the Knights of the Round Table.

Although it has always been rumored that it is the two Grimm brothers, but for so many years, everyone has only seen Grimm.

But he alone suppressed all the brilliance of the leaders of the other two powers.

Even if he looked old and frail.

"What's going on?"

Galahad raised a frown, "The people in the Order say that Bedwell has returned to the manor and has not left all this time. ”

"Isn't he here?"

There was a surge of power in Galahad's body, and this level of energy fluctuation was enough to attract the attention of a third-order transcendent, and even if he was asleep, he would definitely be awakened.

But the manor is quiet, and everything here seems to be sleeping.

Roger was standing upstairs, he didn't know what the purpose of the Greens and his wife were visiting the manor late at night to find him, he was in the shadow world at this time, and several thoughts welled up in his mind, but in the end he decided to stay here.

It's a rare opportunity to get up close and personal with Green without being spotted by the other party.

Galahad didn't speak, her eyes froze, and a wave of spirit swept through the manor, before shaking her head after a moment.

"There's no one on the manor, he's not here."

The expression on Galahad's face was not good, after all, the news was investigated by her alone, and she brought Green here at this time, but Bedwell was not there, which was somewhat derelict in her duties.

"Do you want me to go back and find the Holy Grail of Bedwell?" Galahad's body flickered, as if he was casting some kind of spell.

"No need."

Green waved his hand.

"I just wanted to go back to the place where I used to live on a whim, and it didn't matter if he wasn't here."

Green stepped forward, "Come in with me." ”

"Trespassing on a private home without being invited by the owner, and I hope Bedwell won't blame me for being abrupt when he returns."

He said this, but there was no apology on his face, and he pushed open the gate of the manor, as if he were the master of the place.

As the two of them moved in reality, their shadows, their bodies projected in the shadow world, also seemed to come to life.

The world of shadows is a strange place, which features Roger who has not yet fully figured it out, is not wearing shoes, he flips down from the window on the second floor barefoot, and falls silently when he lands.

Then Roger hurried towards the gate, approaching the two Greens who were wandering on the path in front of the door.

Galahad's shadow, that is, her body in the shadow world, is very strange, and does not react to Roger's approach, her body is plump and beautiful in reality, and she is an extremely attractive woman.

But in the shadow world, what she presents is a stitching monster made of countless different parts.

A single part may be beautiful when taken out, but when these things are put together, it is only a piece of meat, disgusting.

This is Roger's shadow world, where Galahad's body is a projection of the real world, and Roger observes carefully, and he sees the complex inner life that Galahad hidden from the face of this body.

"It's amazing."

Roger was glad he had just chosen.

He turned his head to look at Green, who was walking in front of Galahad on the other side.

There are no facial features and no body, a pure black lump like slime.

Roger couldn't understand the meaning of this, and he leaned forward, wanting to take the opportunity to peek into some of the secrets of the fourth-order transcendent.

But at this moment, Green suddenly stopped walking.

"What's wrong, Mr. Green?"

Galahad asked softly.

Green's stiff back straightened slightly, and he looked around, there was no power in his cloudy eyes, but everything around him was imprinted into his mind in an instant.

"It's weird, it looks like someone is spying on us."

Green said slowly, then withdrew his gaze.

"Maybe it's my delusion."

He sighed, "Recently, the speed of bloodline decay has been getting faster and faster, and even if I don't want to, I have to give up the position of the head of the Knights." ”

He glanced at Galahad, "Going to the Privy Council to retire until my blood is completely exhausted may be my final end." ”

"The future is yours."

"Galahad, there will definitely be new developments in the Knights in your hands."

Green looked up and walked on.

In the shadow world, Roger's pupils shrank slightly as he hid behind the statue.

"Did he really find something, or did he ......"

Roger was a little undecided, but he didn't dare to try again in this situation, so he could only follow the two of them from a distance away.

"This old guy really didn't have any good intentions and became the head of the regiment?"

"Hehe, he's said something like that to me, maybe even Lancelot, plus Galahad......"

"No, that's not right!"

"Maybe what he really wants to support is the woman in front of him, according to Gawain, the old knight will eventually be eliminated."

"He's already starting to pave the way for Galahad."

Before they knew it, the Greens had walked the garden path outside, and they stopped in front of the main entrance of the house.

"Are you still going?" Galahad asked.

Green shook his head.

"Forget it, things are not people, many things have disappeared, and even memories are not reliable."

"It's just an empty house."

Green turned and walked out of the manor.

"Don't you need me to inform Bedwell again?"

Galahad asked.

"No, no."

I don't know why, she always felt that Green at this time looked like her waist was straighter, as if she had let go of some of the burdens that were pressing on her shoulders.

This may be his last chance, and with a move in his heart, Roger in the shadow world quickens his pace to follow.

But as soon as he approached Green's body in the shadow world, the black shadow suddenly turned around, squeezed out a pair of blood-red eyes from the viscous body, and then stared at Roger!