The immortal death knight failed to achieve the ending of the heroic spirit

Chapter 437 Yao Lan: Working overtime makes me numb

It is still a spotless Amyrlin Seat.

On the hall that looked like it was made of crystal, the hall, which had always been cold due to the meetings of clan leaders, once again became noisy.

Although it was said to be a meeting of clan heads, in fact, none of the clan heads of the six major clans were present. Except for Woodworth, who was injured and recuperating while protecting the Queen, and Knocknary, who has long been disloyal, this time even Aurora, Murien and even Sprigan only participated in the meeting through projection. The three The clan leaders looked at each other, as if they didn't expect that the other party would not go to Camelot to pay a visit in person.

Accompanied by the sound of the bell, Morgan, escorted by the elf knight Lancelot, turned out from behind the Amyrlin. Even though there was a veil covering her face, there was still an awe-inspiring coldness between her brows and eyes. As she took steps, she The chill around him also spread towards this side, freezing all the noise.

Sitting on the throne, the fairy Lancelot stood silently beside her, his eyes couldn't help but drift towards Aurora's projection.

"Welcome to the Eternal Queen of the Fairy Kingdom!"

Morgan had a cold face and waited for the next step. Only then did she remember that the secretary had been thrown into the cave by Bavanshi in the previous meeting.

She just glanced around below, not feeling any unnecessary emotions because no clan leader was present.

Morgan completely lost interest in the submissive postures of these fairies, and she leaned back slightly on the backrest.

"Allow the clan leader to speak freely."

Even with a layer of veil, Morgan's impatience could not be concealed. She had clearly made her attitude clear.

"Ha, Beryl? It turns out you're not dead." Murien suddenly sneered: "I thought you died in an assassination, so I almost had a carnival."

Seeing that all the fairies fell silent, Morgan sneered and took the lead in the conversation:

"Don't you understand? It's because of the Son of Prophecy that the Queen..."

Morgan did not speak, but Murien had already spoken first: "I maintain my original opinion. Gloucester is willing to accept all fairies and humans who are willing to abandon the name of the group."

Seeing Beryl shut up, Morgan's voice sounded again:

"I know how to use a water mirror for Norwich's disaster - we don't need to talk about that anymore."

"Of course Lord Spriggan will not accept your kindness, Aurora. Even if Her Majesty the Queen nods and agrees to accept the refugees to take refuge in Camelot, Lord Spriggan will find a way to refuse, right?" But catching Spriggan The speaker was not Aurora Root, but a thin man wearing glasses.

"Furthermore, I am only looking for the Son of Prophecy to share His Majesty Morgan's worries."

"Hey, Lord Murien, I have never offended you, why are you cursing me to death like this? I am the queen's husband after all."

"That's too harsh, Murien." After complaining lightly at first, Aurora also said to Spriggan warmly: "Salisbury is willing to take in all residents who have fled from Norwich free of charge."

"All right."

A cold shout interrupted what Beryl was about to say. Seeing that Beryl was about to tell the details of the assassination that night, Morgan looked at Beryl with a gloomy look in his eyes, and the cold feeling made Beryl freeze.

This is because the previous assassination kept the queen in a state of low pressure. Every goblin knows this, so no one dares to touch the queen at this time. The scene once again fell into deathly silence.

Beryl was smiling but there was no warmth in what he said: "After all, Mr. Spriggan has already found a new home. I was shocked when I heard the news. He actually greeted him so openly. The Son of Prophecy.”

"Then forget it." But the leader of the Earth Clan, who could still maintain a smile in the face of Murien's harsh conditions, visibly restrained himself after hearing Aurora's answer. He refused with an attitude that could even be called disgust. Aurora's proposal.

"Stop talking nonsense, Beryl." Sprigan also spoke. His words seemed to mean something. He paused deliberately before continuing: "Your Majesty Morgan is not a false king. The son of prophecy has nothing to do with Your Majesty Morgan." threaten."

But as soon as he finished speaking, Sprigan had already spoken: "Your Majesty Morgan, since we are no longer able to support Norwich, then I implore you to let the goblins of Norwich come out to take refuge - of course, it doesn't matter, as long as you remember to store the Just take away the assets in Norwich.”

Even though he tried hard to reduce his presence, the elf Lancelot was still named by Morgan.

"Fairy Knight."

The goblin Tristan is grounded by Morgan, and the goblin Gawain is still tracking other humans who escaped from Camelot in the south. The only goblin in the selection is the goblin Lancelot. Then, reluctantly, she stood up. Beside the Amyrlin Seat, the elf Lancelot lowered his head and seemed to be looking at his toes with great seriousness. As a person related to the assassination and the second victim, the elf Lancelot knew better than the unrelated people below. Much more.

That seemingly spectacular assassination did not have any substantive effect. Even the most seriously injured Woodworth just needed to rest. The real loss was just a clone of the Queen, but the subsequent consequences were Especially serious, the most direct thing is——

The ultimate weapon that the Queen had used for thousands of years and forged with countless human beings to extend their lifespans actually escaped from Camelot City in chaos. Morgan, who lost his "pet", lost his only outlet for stress in two thousand years.

This had nothing to do with her, but it happened that she, Melyuzina, was in charge of transporting the final weapon, so that from the beginning of the assassination to now, the vacation promised to her to visit Aurora has been postponed.

——I keep working overtime and am unhappy (；′⌒`)

"The matters entrusted to you must be dealt with as soon as possible."

The elf Lancelot had a grimace on her face. She wanted to explain that the snake that escaped from the ground left a lot of traces, so that it was impossible to trace it, but her speechless words finally turned into a weak sentence: "Yes."

……

Norwich.

The residence of Count Peperon.

"Is it really okay for her to be like this?"

Ezequiel asked Da Vinci who was enjoying tea peacefully. At this time, Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes were staring straight out of the window at the location of Norwich Treasury City. Just there, she was treated as a stranger by her companions who had been searching for her all the way. If it weren't for this person named Peperon The Earl and Fujimaru Ritsuka were acquainted, and they were almost imprisoned as strange people.

Ezequiel thought for a moment, if he was treated like this by an important companion - it seemed pretty good.

"Don't worry, she's not that fragile." Da Vinci put down the tea cup: "Don't underestimate Ritsuka just because she is a beautiful girl, she has a steely determination."

"The Iron Maiden is different from the arrogant bullshit."

"How disgusting. Why did I hear someone saying bad things about me as soon as I came in?" Oberon walked into the room. He looked at the red-haired servant who was carefully observing the closet and seemed to be studying its structure: "Why didn't you? Cut him down along with the prison van.”

"Oberon!"

Facing Fujimaru Ritsuka's expectant gaze, Oberon shook his head regretfully.

"Spriggan placed people in Treasury City. Unlike other places, the terrain is quite complicated, and it is said that even disasters cannot destroy it."

After a pause, Oberon continued: "However, judging from various performances, your companion... his name is Matthew, right? It seems that he can't remember you at all."

"Vault City? Maybe I can take you there." Ezequiel took off his sunglasses, and his dark red eyes looked at Oberon with a proud expression: "I am also an intelligence officer, and I also have information in this regard."

"Why do you have that?"

"Ah...this." Ezequiel chuckled: "Before I was imprisoned in the National Killing Theater, I was still very young. I tried to steal the treasures of the Vault City. Although I failed, at least I Memorized the route”

Oberon narrowed his eyes.

For a moment, he shook his head in disgust: "Forget it, after so many years, if the map is changed, I will vomit when I think of being locked up in the basement with you."

"Yes, after all, now is a great opportunity to meet the Child of Prophecy." Ezequiel smiled and was not annoyed.

"It's a pity, but in my opinion, that Matthew is not the child of prophecy."

"It is precisely because she is not the child of the prophecy that when the real child of the prophecy hears the news, she will definitely rush over to take a look. I know what the child of the prophecy looks like." Ezequiel suddenly turned to Fujimaru Ritsuka: "Why? Well, miss, would you like to take a walk on the street?"

(End of this chapter)