Miss Heber is fighting her way out of the Lostbelt!

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"A swarm of silverfish."

How can such a group of people build Albion?

With his hands behind his back, Aguguiwen glanced coldly at the vendors, pedestrians and displays on both sides of the main road.

A dark velvet cape hung from his shoulders, and the royal sash swayed slightly in front of his chest.

It doesn't take much time to get from London to Cornwall, but it takes a lot of time to get from Cornwall to Brancois.

In Aguguiwen's view, the apprentices who cannot be controlled by the Special Patrol Office are all smoldering fires and unstable elements that endanger society.

It needs to be strictly purged.

If it was before World War II, he, as the Minister of Night Shift, could have enacted compliant laws, but not now - Tiansui's power over the mortal world, all mysteries are declining, and every apprentice is an object of national attention.

Their destructive power is limited, but their creativity is considerable.

For this reason, Aguguiwen had to suppress his own nature and win over the troublemakers through the Special Patrol Office. The Special Patrol Office would only take action against overly unstable troublemakers.

"Mastema."

Mostima, who was carrying a large bag and a suitcase, swallowed his saliva, immediately took out a notebook from his coat pocket, and took out the pen pinned to his chest.

She met with Arthur, the Eternal King, in the throne room, but she had no memory of what happened.

The only memory left in Mostima's mind was when she returned from Cape Asuka and was summoned by His Majesty Arthur. Then when she opened her eyes, she saw her boss's boss in front of her, ordering her to accompany him to Branco.

Aggiven's mind was like steel, brimming with fanatical devotion to the Eternal King and utter reverence for Merlin. Beyond that, his routine was as monotonous as a machine, a source of much distress to the casual Mastema.

For example, right now.

"I will dictate the following instructions, and you will take note." Agguiwen looked straight ahead. "In the past five years, three new apprentice societies have been added to Cornwall County. Their sanctuaries are located at... The identities of the leaders of these societies have been identified, and none of them are higher than Qiming. Within a week, the second and third teams of the Special Patrol Office will be dispatched to eliminate them.

The gray income associated with these three apprentice associations totaled...more than twenty items in six categories, and was temporarily taken over by the Special Patrol Office. Sir Bedivere and Sir Gawain were notified to come and calculate it. After approval, it would be transferred to the Throne Room.

The Moore family, who are in charge of contacting Brancug, have secretly promulgated new regulations. After personal verification, it is conducive to clarifying the identity of apprentices and standardizing population transfers... Don't reward them openly, but give them some rewards secretly.

Finally, regarding Brancug, a new administrator has appeared, but I have not yet met him. That's all."

Aggiven's voice was not lowered, but only Mastema could hear it clearly.

The latter looked bitter and wrote furiously.

Aguwen's steps suddenly stopped.

His eyes became extremely cold, and he stared at a bustling tavern.

Mordred was standing at the door with a basin of stew in his hand, looking at him expressionlessly.

As if sensing the uneasy atmosphere, the noisy sounds inside and outside the tavern gradually died down, and the apprentices finally realized that the visitor was extraordinary.

Their eyes wandered between Mordred and Agguwen until they landed on the royal sash on Agguwen's chest.

Many suppressed and terrified shouts came one after another, and some people trembled and jumped out of their seats, almost wanting to escape immediately.

"Don't be afraid! This is Brancois Island," someone said. "Besides, there are so many of us. Even in the daylight, it wouldn't be easy to kill us all."

It would have been better if he didn't say anything. Once he opened his mouth, the fear accumulated in everyone's heart became even worse, and no one wanted to be the first victim.

Just when the panic reached its peak, Mordred reached out and knocked on the door frame.

"I'm the owner of the tavern. I didn't run away. Why are you panicking?"

With just one sentence, the atmosphere that was about to develop into a frying pan returned to silence in an instant. Mordred turned his head and glanced at the interior of the tavern. At that moment, the apprentices seemed to see a ferocious lion.

Mordred put down the basin in his hand and gave orders in an orderly manner.

"Everyone leave the money for your meal and then line up to exit the other side of the pub."

Her voice was quiet, but it sounded like heavenly music to the apprentices. They all put their money under their plates and fled like quails.

Mordred turned around only after everyone had left.

"come in."

Agguiwen walked into the tavern in silence.

"It seems you've made some progress over the years." The Round Table's assistant said coldly, "Sir Mordred."

"Twenty years ago, this sentence would have been enough for me to draw my sword and duel with you."

It was as if a layer of gauze was removed from his face. Mordred's face clearly did not change much, but it gave people a more vigorous and heroic feeling.

And the invisible majesty emanating from her appearance.

"Ah."

Mordred shook his head, his heroic spirit remained unchanged, but his majesty suddenly disappeared.

"But now, I'm too lazy to argue with you about these 'trivial matters'... What would you like to eat, Brother Aguwen?"

Aguguiwen looked at the menu handed to him, and the corner of his eye twitched slightly.

Meanwhile, Mastema, who had been trying her best to remain transparent, was almost suffocating.

What did she hear?

Mordred? The legendary rebellious knight who, along with the enchanting concubine Morgan, was determined to overthrow Albion?

Thirty Days of Branquage: 147 Merlin?!

Mastema must start facing a problem.

Since His Majesty Arthur, the Eternal King, is in his prime, and his superior is called "Aggiwen of Iron", perhaps it is not just a code name.

It's not that Mostima hasn't thought about this, but whether in history books or legends, Agaguiwen is always a loyal minister to the king.

But Mordred is different. As a descendant of the enchantress Morgan, she is a traitor to the end. Legend has it that the fuse of the Battle of Camlan was Sir Mordred.

As a result, he was recorded in the history books of Albion as a "rebellious knight".

However, in the historical stories circulated among the people, the image of Modred has changed: he turned against the enemy at the last minute and came to report the news bravely, but was executed by the sage Merlin due to misunderstanding.

After learning the truth, the regretful Merlin buried Mordred in the tower and wished him to be reborn.

What was the background of the Mordred before her, and why was she a woman? Mastema was confused for a moment.

"Sir Modred... I have to admit that I was wrong before." Agguiwen closed his eyes slightly, and the deep wrinkles on his face relaxed a little.

The expression on Agguiwen's face became more and more sad. He reached out and made a few marks on the menu, then pushed it back to Modred.

The latter took a look, then walked back to the kitchen and brought the dishes up in a short while.

This is a dish of stuffed bitter zucchini.

"Where is His Highness Morgan?" he asked.

"Mother must be in London by now," Mordred replied. "What about you? What are you doing here in Brancugar?"

"I came to inquire about the August Ruler and the Sage," Agaguiwen said. "I understand that a new administrator has been appointed to the Silent Bookstore."

"That's true," Mordred said, "but I'm afraid it won't be that easy to get in."

"Reason." Agguiwen scooped a mouthful of zucchini, his expression becoming stern again. "I came all the way from London, and I can't return empty-handed just because of a word from you."

"I'm not trying to stop you, but this is the current situation," Mordred replied. "The bell announcing the birth of the Administrator has already rung. If the Administrator was ready to welcome guests, the news would have spread throughout the island long ago—but have you heard any rumors along the way? No."

"It just means the administrator doesn't want to see guests."

This is not even a reason, Aguwen frowned when he heard it.

Just as he was about to have a fit, there was another knock on the door.

The two Knights of the Round Table turned around at the same time and looked at the girl standing gracefully at the door.

The latter had a thick pigtail, thick glasses on her nose, and slender straight legs under her short skirt wrapped in black stockings. She had a perfect blend of scholarly temperament and youthful aura.

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At this moment, she was putting her hand on the door frame, and the knock on the door just now was obviously caused by her.

Aguguiwen's clenched fists slowly loosened again.

He saw the emblem of the Atlas House hanging on the other person's chest.

"Atlas Court Contemporary Walk?"

The girl's shoulders trembled, and she waved her hands repeatedly. "No, no, it's not at that level yet, and the Atlas Academy has no intention of sending a representative. I'm just a special envoy from the Dean's order to inquire about the Silent Bookstore."

She put her hand on her chest and bowed slightly.

"Shion Eltnam Sokaris, from the Court of Atlas, pays tribute to His Majesty the Eternal King."

Agguiwen had already stood up. He reached out and took out the medal representing the throne room and hung it on the ribbon.

"Agaguiwen, pay Albion's respects to the goddess who protects the warm land of Egypt, the Lady of Elegy."

After this simple yet solemn tribute to each other ended, a menu was placed in front of Shion.

Mordred looked at her and asked, "What would you like to eat?"

Shion shook her head: "I am a vampire, there is no need for me to eat food."

Aguguiwen, who had just sat down, looked sharp again.

No, all the vampires are here?

Do you mean that when you came here and had the urge to suck blood, you just grabbed a small piece of bread from the roadside to satisfy your desire?

Fortunately, the most important issue at the moment is not whether Shion has sucked blood from Albion, but the issue of Silent Bookstore.

Agguiwen repeatedly reiterated his desire to enter the Silent Bookstore, and Ziyuan had the same goal.

—陾玖澪务san r拔向日葵1鏾O—They couldn't just leave this place like this before actually meeting the current administrator.

Mordred shrugged. "But this is Branqug, and the law of the Island Council reigns supreme."

If the administrator doesn't want to see them, then no matter what Agguiwen and Shion's attitudes are, the gate at the end of the Alchemy Bottle Bridge will not open.

"We have to try anyway." Agguiwen lost interest in continuing to tangle with Mordred. "Sir Shion, I don't intend to comment on your next move, but Brancug is Albion's territory after all..."

"I know, I know." Shion answered repeatedly.

In fact, there is no need for Aguguiwen to say more.

The land of Albion is tainted by the dual paths of authoritarianism and change, creating a very uncomfortable atmosphere for Shion.

......

A light sea mist still hung over the Alchemy Bottle Bridge.

Further ahead is Silent Books, the real heart of Brancuig.

Agguiwen took out the Night Minister's ring from his pocket and put it on his index finger.

This represents the covenant between the Eternal King of Albion and the High Priest Emon Hetep, which spanned time. The power bestowed by Arthur remains in effect to this day.

On the other side, Shion took out a scroll sealed in lapis lazuli.

This was the contract signed when the Atlas Court separated from the Island Council. This papyrus was notarized under the watchful eye of Lord Dusk, the Eleventh Consul, memorized by Lord Sigh, the Twelfth Consul, and finally sealed by Lady Elegy, the guardian of the Atlas Court.

The Lady of Elegy, her skin was a dark hue, her hair was as white as bones, and her eyes were as bright as gold.

She protected many cities and was regarded as the mistress of the underworld and the guide to the underworld in Egypt.

Her name before she ascended to the wasteland was Nitocris.

The sea fog that shrouded the Branquage Alchemy Bottle Bridge was blown away by the strong wind, and the tightly closed door opened a little with the sound of metal friction.

"Come in." Heber's voice came from behind the door.

Agguiwen's expression became even uglier.

The sea fog was not dispelled by the ring of power and the scroll, but dispersed on its own.

It seems that the Island Resolution Committee may have known about the visitors' arrival from the moment they set foot on Brancog Island.

Agguiwen couldn't help but start thinking about measures against the island resolution meeting.

Even if he needed help from others, once he realized that there were factors that might threaten Arthur's rule, Agaguiwen had to be vigilant.

"You wait here." Agguiwen instructed Mastema, and then walked into the heavy door with Shion.

What comes into view are two tall towers standing side by side, one with the appearance of a castle tower and the other with a dome.