Now? Roger asked.

Gahalad smiled.

"I don't think you're willing to keep Mr. Green waiting, do you?"

With nothing to clean up, Roger followed Gahalad straight out of the hotel.

There was already a black sedan waiting for the two downstairs.

The car drove all the way, away from the hustle and bustle of the metropolis. I came to a manor on the outskirts of the fog capital.

The lawn was neatly trimmed, and the huge manor was empty, when Gahalad led Roger to the study at the top.

Green was sitting in a chair with his back to Roger looking out the window.

From his vantage point, the fog in the distance could be seen in the distance.

"Mr. Green, Bedwell has arrived."

Gahalad nodded, took a few steps back, closed the door and left.

Compared to the roundtable, Green's twilight was heavier. He was emaciated, covered in a black blanket, and seemed likely to fall asleep at any moment.

"Bedwell, how many years have we not talked like we have today?"

Roger remained silent, he really didn't know what to say.

Can be a second. Green uttered something that frightened him.

"I know your secret."

Green turned his head suddenly, his sharp gaze seemed to pierce Roger's disguise and go straight into his soul.

In an instant, Roger perfectly controlled the changes in his expression and physical characteristics.

There was a hint of confusion on his face.

"Mr. Green, I don't know what you're talking about?"

"Haha!"

"You old fox still won't admit it?"

Green's rocking chair seemed to be pushed against Roger by a large, invisible hand, his withered hands folded together.

"There are no outsiders here, and every word we say today will not be heard by the second person, so you can rest assured."

Roger remained silent.

A hint of anger welled up on Green's face.

"Bedwell, we're already old friends, is that your attitude toward old friends?"

Hearing this, the expression on Roger's face did not change, but deep down he quietly moved a breath.

He thought Green had discovered his true identity, but now it seemed that Bedwell had discovered some secret hidden by Green.

"For so many years, you've been using other methods to keep your body alive, revealing yourself every once in a while in order to hide your little secrets."

"Am I right?"

Roger's expression loosened a little, but he still didn't admit it directly.

Green saw the change in the expression on Roger's face and continued.

"You've discovered the hidden dangers of the inheritance ritual, so you didn't squander your life force like the other Knights of the Round Table."

"You're better at this than anyone else."

The moonlight outside the window shone through the window on Green, leaving some mottled marks on the old man. In this moment, he seemed to merge with the night.

"I have completed my term, and if it weren't for the sudden Kuroshio incident, it wouldn't be long before I could have gone straight to the Privy Council."

"According to the original plan, I want to recommend you to be the next head of the regiment."

Green looked up at Roger.

"Recommend me to be the head of the regiment?"

"Why?"

Roger looked puzzled.

"Because you are the only person who has the qualifications, under normal circumstances, no one else can successfully become the new leader."

Roger's frowning brow relaxed, and combined with what Green had said before, he quickly figured out the various reasons.

"Because everyone else has performed the Inheritance Ritual!"

"Haha!"

"You're right, everyone else has performed the inheritance ritual, and the soul must inevitably be damaged, and this kind of loophole will bring great trouble when condensing the pale blood."

"It's too hard to go any further!"

"And you're the only one who doesn't have that concern."

Green spoke eloquently.

"What if I also performed the Inheritance Ritual?" Roger had another question in mind.

"In that case, the Privy Council will appoint a new person directly."

"It's like who I used to be."

He sighed.

"But now the situation is different, in peacetime I have a lot of say in the appointment of a new leader, and now that the Black Tide is surging, the Knights of the Round Table need a strong new leader."

"I hope you can fight for it."

"After all, after others become the head of the regiment, they will never indulge you like me, and this little secret about you will be exposed sooner or later, and at that time, all that awaits you is to be cleaned up."

"Do you know what I mean?"

"Bedwell, your potential and experience are stronger than everyone else, you have been too careful all these years to limit the growth of your strength, your soul has no loopholes, it should be easy to reach or surpass Lancelot."

"The Privy Council will help the new head of the regiment to make up for the loophole in the soul, and if it were you, you could even become more complete on this basis, and when you break through to the fourth order, you will also gain extraordinary combat power!"

Roger's eyes narrowed slightly, so he didn't agree or refuse, "What should I do?" ”

"It's very simple, show your strength to everyone, and then become the most dazzling one in the Kuroshio, with this performance, plus my recommendation."

"You are the head of the knights!"

Roger lowered his head.

"Mr. Green, thank you for your appreciation, I'll think about it."

"It's a rare opportunity."

"Don't miss it."

Before leaving, Green seemed to think of something and suddenly stopped Roger.

"I heard from Gahalad that you moved into the ruins of the Lieta family's estate?"

Roger nodded.

"Time flies."

"I can still remember what she looked like when she married me."

"Is everything there still the way it was so many years ago?"

"It's a pity, there's no going back."

After Roger left, Green's wooden chair spun and faced the outside again, and after a while, a figure appeared in the room.

"Mr. Green, Bedwell has returned to the hotel, and I have sent someone to keep an eye on him."

"Hmm."

"This old fellow has been dormant, my term has expired, this batch of Knights of the Round Table has also completed their mission, it is time to be destroyed."

He glanced sideways at Gahalad.

"As the new leader, you need the support of the new members."

"This time the Kuroshio is well used, it is the best time to clean up, and someone like Bedwell, who is out of control, must find a way to pull him into the chariot."

"Lancelot and Gawain are bound to win the position of the head of the regiment, this is just right, if they don't give some sweetness, how can they fight desperately in the next Kuroshio struggle?"

Gahalad just stood quietly.

"After so many years, the Privy Council has harvested another part of the Otherworldly Souls, which is enough to create a new batch of Knights of the Round Table."

"Or maybe you want to give your team a new name?"

"Named after Olympus?"

"Hmm...... Tarot cards are also good. ”