Miss Heber is fighting her way out of the Lostbelt!

Hebe leaned slightly to the side, while Arthur sat upright in a high-back chair. She did not respond at all, as if she had not heard anything Hebe was saying at all.

Her eyes swept over the tall bookshelves, the antique fossils covered in transparent glass clocks, the gray mist flowing on the ground, and the somewhat old floor between the gray mist.

This is a wasteland, a world that can only be reached through dreams.

A full five seconds passed before Arthur raised his eyes.

Her upper body leaned back slightly, resting comfortably on the back of the chair, her left elbow bent and resting on the armrest, her straight legs folded, she was clearly just a guest, but an invisible majesty filled the entire space.

"Merlin?"

Arthur spoke suddenly.

Heber's heartbeat seemed to skip a beat.

The candlelight flickered faintly.

"I am Emenhotep of Kemet," Hebe replied softly.

The ancient Egyptians called their homeland Kemet, which means "black land irrigated by rivers", and the desert was called Dashret, which means "red land".

Arthur remained silent.

Hebe frowned secretly: Even Ozymandias is not so difficult to fool, what's wrong with this woman?

She simply got straight to the point: "My Lord, I would like to ask for your help."

"The god Set is about to destroy Kemter, and the pharaoh who ruled Kemter has now strayed from the path of the god Horus. This time, no god will perform miracles."

"Set possesses three qualities: destructive, catastrophic, and nihilistic. Only when the rivers of Kemetic dry up, the sun dims, and the oasis turns to desert will Set's fury cease. Only when the last Kemetic dies, along with their culture, will he cease his endless pursuit."

"O king of the future, you are the beloved of the god Horus, a living god who wields authority. I beg you to accept some of the Kemet people in the future and allow them to rest and recuperate in your land."

Horus is the alias of the Second Archon, Scar-Father, and Set is the aspect of the Eighth Archon, Crippled Wolf. They have been wrestling with each other and fighting to the death since ancient times.

"They will bring with them considerable wealth and top-secret knowledge, and all you need to do is... accept them as your people."

Heber felt a little uneasy.

She knew that Arthur was not an easy king to talk to, and she was even more aware that her promise at this time might not be fulfilled after historical changes.

"can."

"If you... huh?"

Heber realized that the answer he heard was not a rejection.

"I agree." Arthur crossed his fingers on his knees and repeated it again.

Even through the mist and candlelight, Hebe felt that Arthur seemed to be staring into his eyes.

The king's gaze became increasingly scorching, emitting a terrifying aggression and desire for conquest.

"Thank you for your kindness."

After a brief and unbearable silence, Heber gave a dry laugh.

The flickering candlelight suddenly jumped upwards, and the velvet curtain in front of the window was lifted high.

The cobalt blue starlight and the secret candlelight merged into a pool of water, and the specific scene could no longer be seen clearly.

Arthur narrowed his eyes and reached out to grab the rising candle flame.

However, the moment she touched the candle flame, she caught nothing.

......

The King of Albion awoke on his throne and rubbed his fingers together without a word.

There was a layer of blackened skin on the slender fingertips, as if it had been burned by fire.

In India, in the great river basins of the Far Eastern subcontinent, the nobles believed that time was a candle.

The candle core is cold and the outer flame is violent.

"Time..." Arthur muttered to himself.

She was originally sure that it was Merlin who was behind this, but when the burn marks of time appeared, she became uncertain again.

This meant that the man who called himself Emenhotep was indeed very far away from her in terms of time.

"But does it matter?" The King of Albion chuckled.

For a king, not to mention just a sense of familiarity, as long as there is a slight possibility, he will do anything for it.

Arthur drummed his fingers on the armrests of the throne.

Boom!

A roar like a drum came suddenly.

Then solemn bells and trumpets sounded together from the depths of the throne room.

Flames suddenly rose several meters from the shrines in the four corners of the throne room, and the phantoms of the Knights of the Round Table stepped out and bowed to the king on the throne.

Lancelot, Gawain, Galahad, Tristan... all the members of the original Round Table except Mordred are present.

In the shadow of the rising fire, heavy footsteps were heard. The man was wearing black armor and his face was as cold as steel.

——Ageguiwen is as hard as iron.

He was not a Knight of the Round Table, but Merlin's disciple and deputy. After he grew up, he served as an assistant officer.

However, that was already in the distant past.

The Knights of the Round Table have long become a part of the legend of King Arthur and the cornerstone of the Eternal King's achievements.

When Arthur came to Albion with the authority of the Eternal King, the Knights of the Round Table responded to the call again as heroic spirits, gathered under Arthur's banner, and fought for him.

Agguwen knelt on one knee at the steps, waiting for King Arthur's order.

"My Lords!"

The king, who bore the blood of a red dragon and the heart of a lion, recounted everything she had seen in the wilderness, word for word, in every detail.

As she described, the faces of the Knights of the Round Table changed color.

What rose on the faces of the ministers was not fear, but... enlightenment and ecstasy.

"So that's it! So that's it." Aguguiwen murmured and sighed with sudden realization.

After they were summoned again as heroic spirits, they realized that this was a brave new world - metal became the skeleton of the city, and electricity rushed through the pipelines, driving this era.

However, there are still some people who have not seen all this with their own eyes.

"Go find it," the king on the throne said softly, "Sister Wang's divination is indeed amazing, but this time, I will be faster than her."

Then, the ecstatic round tables once again quietly faded into the fire and shadows. They would uphold the name of the Eternal King and present every detail of the information about everyone in Albion to Arthur.

Among the many round tables, Bedivere slowed his pace. "Your Majesty, the agent from the Night Operations Unit has been identified. You may summon her."

"Hmm." Arthur nodded noncommittally. "I remember her nickname was... Mostima?"

"Your Majesty is aware of this."

"Then let her see you."

"As you command." Bedivere bowed again and left the throne room with Agrawen.

In the shadows of the leaping fire, the king's suppressed laughter was heard, like the hissing of swords and the clanging of metal.

......

Bedivere and er;) Lingba Wuling Jiushan Liujiu Ag Guiwen walked side by side for a distance.

The rare sunshine in Albion was trying hard to break through the clouds and shine on the path in the courtyard.

"Our king unleashed a divine power beyond the daylight at Cape Asuka, completely destroying the borderland," Bedivere said. "The impact of the sword in the stone will cause temperatures in that area to rise for the next twenty years, making it suitable for growing crops, but also making it more susceptible to the growth of esoteric sects."

"As the remnants of Cape Flying Bird slide into the Atlantic Ocean, El Niño conditions will become more severe over the next five years."

"Several fisheries on the east side of the United States have been affected and destroyed, and they are very dissatisfied."

Agguiwen sneered: "I don't care if they die."

"I'm afraid the Red Dragon King and the Speaker will have something to say." Bedivere reminded.

"When has the modern red dragon ever been content? She's nothing more than an immature girl." Agguiwen sneered again, but his expression was less contemptuous. "There is only one king I respect, and that is His Majesty Arthur, the Eternal King who rules over all of Albion."

"We must give her a response." Bedivere calmly cast his gaze towards the lake. "When His Highness Morgan divined for clues about the sage, he also informed the royal family and the parliament."

"Hmm..." Agguiwen nodded indifferently, but ultimately did not refute.

The contemporary Red Dragon King, Talulah, has always been somewhat restless, and they have long been accustomed to it.

Fortunately, compared to the Red Dragon King, the Speaker who comes from the Victorian bloodline is much easier to get along with.

So the matter was finalized in a few words and became a trivial mention in the Night Shift Bureau's documents.

Although the Round Table members are heroic spirits, they are also granted worldly official titles by the king.

Among them, Bedivere served as the cabinet steward, and Aguiwen served as an assistant officer and also as the night minister, specializing in dealing with supernatural and mysterious affairs.

Whether it is the "rebellious" Andon or Mostima and the others, they are all subordinates of Agragwen.

In the eyes of the Night Shift Minister, he could not escape blame for the Cape Asuka Incident.

"I don't think His Majesty blames you for this, Ser Agrawen." Bedivere stopped and said softly, "A border was shattered by His Majesty using the Sword in the Stone. Andorn was caught in the blast and must have died completely. The Orthodox Church says he was distorted by obsession, but that is not the case."

"Andorn was blessed by an unknown being and elevated to the status of a daytime being."

Bedivere paused. "—Before he was promoted, he renounced his faith in the Holy Grail."

In other words, the being who blessed Andorn was at least a ruler.

Since the two great wars, the Powers of Daylight have vanished from the waking world, as it seems they have from ancient times to the present, and so have the Principates.

Aguwen suddenly spoke up: "What can Andorn have that a ruler would value?"

Even the ruler had to bless him anonymously.

"Unless the ruler's own condition is... not good." Bedivere's voice slowly lowered. "It has been almost half a century since the two wars. Although wars are still ongoing around the world today, there are no longer any wars that threaten to ignite the entire world..."

The myth of violence, destruction and nihilism still exists, but no one puts it into practice.

These are all symbols of the Eighth Ruling, the Crippled Wolf.

Agguiwen let out a deep breath, his brows furrowed even tighter.

"It is indeed very difficult to quiet that ruler. Unless he is not far from death."

After a long silence, Bedivere took the initiative to avoid the topic and looked at Aggravin.

"Your Majesty has issued an edict. How will you find our sage?"

"...I'm going to Cornwall," replied Agguwen.

"Then I'll go check all of Albion's household registration information." Bedivere nodded decisively. "I wish you the answers you seek in Cornwall, Sir Agrawen."

"May you gain something as well, Sir Bedivere."

Agguiwen responded with simple courtesy and watched Bedivere's back disappear at the end of the corridor.

The answer that Agguiwen wants to find is not just "Merlin's clues". He will also ask about the news about August's ruler, Canlang.

The knight was quite sure that he would gain something.

Because he knew that the library called "Silent Books" had stood in the countryside of Cornwall for hundreds of years, and since a century ago, Silent Books had maintained a good cooperative relationship with the Night Shift Office.

Rumor has it that Silent Books comes from the hot land of Egypt.

ps: There is another chapter to be published later

Volume 34: Pre-holiday preparations (seeking collection and various tickets)

Heber didn't know that a meeting in which he concealed his identity would trigger a census of the entire Albion.

She was surprised by the invitation from the Pharaoh.

"Invite me to a festival parade...at this time?"

Heber looked at Nitocris carefully, and when he realized that she was indeed serious, he sighed deeply.

Then she placed the papyrus on the table, and lines of data slowly emerged from it.

Nitocris's eyes fell on the papyrus. She realized that it seemed to contain very important data, but she had no idea what it represented.