The meeting was held not in the so-called Cursed Lands and Fairy Tale Worlds, but in a circular conference room at the top of the Parliament building in Ingiman.

In the middle of the conference room is a C-shaped round table.

When Roger and the others entered, there were already some people sitting there.

Seeing Gakhris, a handsome-looking young man with blond hair sitting on the left hand side raised his head.

Roger recognized the other person's identity.

The legendary Prince Charming, a knight of wisdom and virtue incarnated by Gaute.

Seeing Roger, Gawain actually took the initiative to stand up.

"Bedwell, long time no see, Gahaerys said that you had some memory conflicts during the inheritance ceremony, how are you dealing with it now?"

"It's fine."

Roger continues to maintain his cold and low-key personality.

"Gahaerys has already told me about the previous matter, this matter is not what he did right, although you are a member of the Knights, you can be regarded as a favor to us in this matter."

Gawain's smile made people feel like a spring breeze, although this young man seemed harmless to humans and animals, Roger could still feel the powerful power he deliberately suppressed.

The rumors are true.

Lancelot and Gawain are more than a cut above the other Knights of the Round Table.

In the face of a guy like Tristan who is at the bottom of the Inheritance Knights, he can even form a crush!

The 12 Knights of the Round Table were not in a bucket of iron, and Bedwell had been in this kind of feud as a semi-reclusive before, and was not close to anyone.

This time, Roger got closer to the Gareth brothers by mistake. As their elder brother, Gawain naturally seized the opportunity.

Roger sat at the end, his gaze sweeping across the side.

The first one on the right is vacant, and it should be the place that belongs to Lancelot.

He was thinking about the sound of footsteps at the door. A tall, silver-haired man walked in.

Entering the hall, the temperature in the room seemed to drop a few degrees, and Roger felt a pair of sharp eyes shoot at him, and he looked up to see the silver-haired man glaring at him.

"Don't look him in the eye."

Gakherys reminded from the side.

"Lancelot has a portion of the Frost Wyvern's bloodline in his veins."

Gahaerys smiled. "Dragon, no matter what breed it is, it naturally has some dragon power."

His voice was not loud, but everyone in the audience was a third-order transcendent, and these words could naturally be heard clearly by everyone.

Roger didn't squeak, but lowered his gaze.

Gawain was okay, deliberately restraining the bloodline momentum in his body, but Lancelot didn't know if it was because of his racial nature, or if he wanted to show his strength, the kind of edge on his body was aggressive, which made anyone who looked at him very uncomfortable.

But it was undeniable that these two guys were the strongest third-order transcendents that Roger had encountered so far.

I don't know who is higher and who is inferior than Arahand, who once had full pale blood.

Click.

Crisp footsteps sounded, and Roger looked up to see a familiar face.

Galahad.

Only this time Galahad did not wear a robe, but wore a professional women's suit with the times.

The well-tailored striped suit flattered her body to become more erect and plump, and her hair was neatly tied back of her head.

"Now that everyone is here, the meeting has officially begun!"

"There's one missing, Tristan."

A bearded man sitting not far from Lancelot spoke.

"Tristan is seriously injured and can't come."

The other replied.

"Oh?"

"If I'm not mistaken, Tristan is probably the one who performs the most inheritance rituals of all the Inheritance Knights."

"It's a shame for us to be so weak."

Although the two did not say it explicitly, their eyes swept to the Gakharis brothers opposite.

"Ahem!"

A low cough was heard.

At some point, an old man in a black robe walked in.

He has a square face, thinning hair, and although he is tall and straight, he can see the rich decay aura in his face.

"Mr. Green!"

Everyone stood up and bowed their heads in greeting.

"Sit down."

The old man didn't say anything, but sat down on the main seat.

Seeing him sit down, everyone sat down at the same time.

This old man who looked like he was about to die was the current head of the Knights of the Round Table.

Cobb Green.

Fourth-Order Transcendent.

This is almost the limit of what the real world can accommodate.

"How many years have we not had a round table?"

Green's gaze looked past the crowd to Roger who was sitting at the end of the seat.

"Bedwell, long time no see, you're finally willing to leave that damn lake."

"There are two main things that have brought you here today."

Green's gaze swept over everyone, and there was obviously no power in his eyes, but no one, including Lancelot, dared to look at him.

The 4th Order Transcendent has already crossed a barrier, and there is a qualitative gap with other transcendents.

It's like a nobleman and a king.

It is a quality to maintain the most basic humility in the face of the strong.

He may be old, but as long as he still sits in this position and still maintains the combat power of the fourth order, then in this conference hall, at this round table, he is the only voice.

"The Kuroshio Tide has arrived."

"The peace that has been maintained for 100 years is about to be broken again."

"Just yesterday, Gahaerys, Tristan, and Bedwell bumped into the Night Queen's minions in the depths of Elder's forest."

"The Headless Horseman Rams, the Dark Deer Leader Kernon, and the others should appear soon."

"When the meeting is over, I'll contact the Warlock's Guild and the Nature Society, and now it's different from what it used to be, and technology and information are incomparably more advanced."

"If we can't smoothly suppress this Kuroshio, then we, and the transcendent world behind us, may be exposed to the eyes of the whole world."

Listening to Green's words, the expressions of everyone in the audience were different, some were worried, some were calm, and some showed a moment of joy.

"I will redeploy the existing fiefdoms, and the battle will definitely start, but we at least have the right to choose the location of the battle."

"This is not just our battle, but the battle of the entire European transcendent world."

"I hope we can all come together and get through this together."

There were no impassioned statements, and Green's tone was steady, as if he were talking about an outdoor outing, but no one in the chamber dared to interrupt him.

"There's a second thing."

Green let out a breath and leaned back in his high-backed seat.

"When this Black Tide is over, I will leave the Knights of the Round Table and enter the Privy Council."

His gaze was slightly downcast, as if he was paying attention to everyone's expressions.

"The Knights of the Round Table will need a new leader, and this man I hope can be born among you."

"In addition to the corresponding rights and obligations, I think you should know what it means to be the head of the regiment, right?"

Green looked up.

"It means that you can get rid of the shackles on your body and get the key to enter the 4th order!"

As soon as the words fell, a wave of ecstasy appeared on everyone's faces.

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