Doom Knight System

Monica looked at Lancelot helplessly, and felt a sense of confusion in her heart. She felt that her decision might be wrong. The man in front of her was more terrifying than a demon. How could she give up a poor and helpless " lamb"?
The most taboo thing for a cheerful symphony is to be disturbed. When a conquest was at a critical moment, the guard knocked on the door.

"Sir, there is a man named Faraday who wants to see you."

As soon as the name Faraday came to mind, Lancelow first thought it was impossible, because it was already confirmed that the other party had died on the Titan, but then he said: "Bring him in in 10 minutes!"

Crackling!A weak electric current surged into Monica's body. Monica's eyes turned white, her body's instincts made her feel like she was on the clouds, her mind began to float, and every cell seemed to start singing happily.

Ten minutes later, Lancelot left the bedroom in his pajamas and came to the living room of the suite.

A man who looked very similar to Faraday was sitting quietly on the sofa, eating pudding one by one. After seeing Lancelot, he immediately stood up cautiously, wiped his mouth and said, "Master Lancelot... Nice to meet you... I am Faraday's younger brother, you can call me Little Faraday."

"I don't know what the little Mr. Faraday came to me for?" Lancelot asked with interest.

Little Faraday showed a look of sadness on his face, and said in a low voice: "My brother wrote a letter on the Titan, saying that you appreciate him very much, I... our family owes a huge debt now, and I hope to get your help .”

"I admire Mr. Faraday's talent, but I don't know what specialties Mr. Faraday has?" Lancelow asked. With his current status, he has no shortage of subordinates. He even consciously recruited non-systematics to prevent other forces from infiltrating The knights are excluded from the inner circle.

Little Faraday was a little embarrassed, and quickly said: "I... I am better at research on cloning technology and gene recombination technology."

"Clone technology? Interesting." Lancelow nodded, wrote an address on the sketch paper on the table, and then said, "Let's have dinner together, we can have a good chat."

Little Faraday carefully folded the check neatly, put it in his pocket, and said: "Thank you... Thank you, I will be there on time."

Monica was lying on the bed without thinking too much. She knew that she might not be able to get rid of Lancelot's entanglement, but she couldn't be happy in her heart.

I looked up at my watch, it was only a quarter past three.She picked up the water glass on the table and took a big sip of water, forcing down the restlessness in her heart.

Monica didn't want to be like the stupid woman in the chamber of commerce, who had a beautiful face for nothing, but was like a bitch who only knew how to please its master.

Monica was very afraid that she would become like them. Now she was wearing an exquisite low-cut evening dress, specially dressed to look glamorous. The deep V-shaped diamond-encrusted white evening dress showed her hot figure to the fullest, and then waited anxiously for Lan Silo's arrangements.

It made her feel pathetic, and utterly ridiculous, that a haughty soul singer would be at the mercy of others.And the most fundamental problem is that there is some expectation and excitement in her heart.

"Are you ready? Ma'am." Lancelot knocked on the door and smiled.

"Okay." The flowery beauty got up and walked out of the room. Monica was stunned the moment she saw Lancelot.

Lancelot, standing at the door, was wearing a pure black tuxedo. The expensive fabric and the tailoring of the top craftsman made his wide shoulders and narrow waist carefully outlined along the fabric. There was no distinctive design that made this suit The tuxedo looks a little ordinary, but it is full of special temperament when worn on Lancelot, just like those real nobles before the end.

"Dear Ms. Monica, may I have the honor to invite you to dinner and attend tonight's premiere?" Lancelot smiled slightly, reaching out his hand like a gentleman, and his ancient accent seemed to bring people back to the England.

Monica's cheeks turned rosy in an instant. She only felt that her heart was beating like a rabbit, and her brain couldn't think at all. She could only subconsciously pass her hand over and said, "I willing."

Little Faraday on the other side is sitting in a newly opened Michelin three-star store in Lavis Space, looking anxiously out of the window from time to time.

It was dinner time now, and there were a lot of guests coming to dine, and some even lined up outside. The waiter saw that Little Faraday was just occupying a seat and did not order food, so he looked down on him a little, and went to the manager and whispered a few words.

The manager nodded, lowered his voice, and said, "Go and ask that customer what he needs, and speak softly, and don't make a scandal."

The waiter walked to Faraday's table knowingly, and asked: "Guest, two hours have passed, have you not chosen your meal yet?" With his slovenly appearance and clothes, he finally couldn't help someone saying "hillies".

This hurt little Faraday's sensitive self-esteem. He immediately stood up and scolded: "Doesn't the restaurant allow customers to sit down first without ordering? Where are the elites in the inner city?"

Seeing that something was wrong, the manager hurried over and said in a low voice, "I'm really sorry, sir. I don't think your guest will come today. Why don't you go to our staff lounge for a while, and I guarantee your guest will come." After that, I will arrange a seat for you immediately."

Little Faraday originally wanted to leave, but he had already made an agreement with Lancelot, so he could only hold back his breath, and moved back step by step under the mocking eyes of everyone.

The Michelin family has been running restaurants for generations, and the power in the inner city is not small, and few people who dare to make trouble will end well.

The manager gave the waiter a wink, and the latter immediately began to arrange the guests behind, and all the turmoil disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The manager breathed a sigh of relief, and just as he was about to continue working, he saw the waiter rushing in in a panic, almost shouting, "Earl Bauhinia, the inventor, Lord Lancelot, is here."

Hula!All the guests were shocked, men and women began to look forward to it, and stood up one after another.

"Oh, I'm so lucky. I was able to meet Master Lancelot today. I want to take a picture quickly. Where's my treasure?"

"I feel that I am really lucky to meet Earl Lancelot. I have prepared my autograph book. Where is my oil pen?"

"You should call the newspaper, it will definitely be in the headlines tomorrow."...

Most of these guests belonged to slaves in the inner city, and a small number of citizens did not belong to wealthy people, so Lancelot was already considered a big shot in their hearts.