Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 1285 Her Majesty's Theater
On the screen was Gareth's slightly pale face... Sir Pukins of the Fog City Knight Agency listened silently to his report.

"... I am extremely sorry, Mr. Pukins, but we were unsuccessful in preventing his departure."

Sir Pukins was silent for a moment before he frowned and asked, "Did he really say that he would go back to the castle prison again?"

Gareth nodded, "He did say so."

"I see." Sir Pukins nodded, "Only the participants in Prison Island know about Farrell's overstepping...give the knights of Prison Island a gag order."

"But sir... this is Farrell, he has left Prison Island?" Gareth's expression was disbelief.

Sir Pukins shook his head and said helplessly, "Since he said he would come back again, he will definitely go back...he will never break his promise."

"but……"

"There's no need to say more." Sir Pukins waved his hand, "Castle and prison can't trap him... The three twelve round tables are as helpless as children in front of him. Gareth, you still Didn't you understand?"

"gentlemen?"

Sir Pukins sighed, "Castle Prison... It wasn't that we had the ability to imprison Farrel in the first place, but he went in voluntarily."

"what!?"

Ignoring Gareth's horror at this time, Sir Pukins said seriously: "Knight Gareth, I will give you a new task now. You have six hours to rest and hurry. Please meet with Darius within the specified time." Gonet is going to the action point that you are responsible for destroying the 'Doomsday Myth'. In addition, tell Lancelot to return to Her Majesty's side as soon as possible to continue her duties."

Gareth stood at attention and nodded in agreement.

After the communication with Gareth was over, Sir Pukins walked into the depths of the manor alone... After going through layers of strict mechanisms, he finally came to a place where only he, the Knight of the Fog City, was at the highest level. Only the person in charge can enter the secret room.

In the secret room, there is a huge throne, and above the throne is a pair of silver armor in a sitting posture, like a king.

Sir Pukins walked slowly to the armor of the throne, and stretched out his hand... His fingers just touched the part of the armor, and Sir Pukins had to withdraw his hand like an electric shock.

The Jazz breathed out slowly, and muttered to himself: "[Mordred]... After all these years, you still don't accept anyone other than Farrell."

A Farrell who didn't even put on the holy armor easily defeated the three of Gareth... Sir Pukins had a melancholy look on his face.

He raised his head in silence, his eyes started to go up from the throne... Behind the throne, there was a huge mural on the wallpaper.

On the mural is a knight wearing silver holy armor and holding the legendary king sword, fighting hundreds of 'demons'...

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One night passed quietly during the rotation of the earth.

When I woke up in the morning, the maid had already prepared things for grooming... Even the toothpaste was squeezed onto the toothbrush, and a hot towel was prepared, standing aside and waiting.

"Suddenly, I feel like a damned feudal lord."

Luo Qiu jokingly said after wiping his face.

The maid smiled softly, carefully arranged her master's clothes, and said, "That orc lady left with her younger brother at 05:30 in the morning."

"So early?" Luo Qiu blinked.

Luo Qiu's sleep is really sleep... This is something that has never been given up - if it is not necessary, he will not even wake up before the biological clock is up.

"Because there is still some distance to the entrance of the tunnel from here, she seems to be afraid that she will miss the bus." The maid lady straightened the clothes on Boss Luo's chest and then flattened them, showing a satisfied expression, "Also, Ren Miss called you half an hour ago."

Luo Qiu nodded, and casually said, "Probably because of the terrorist attack...how did you say it?"

The maid smiled and said: "I told Miss Ren that you haven't woken up... and nothing happened in Wudu last night. But she is still worried... at this moment, she must have fallen asleep. "

After all, there are still eight time zones.

"I'll send her a text message back later..." Luo Qiu nodded, started to eat the breakfast delivered by the hotel, and at the same time planned to leave from Wudu.

However, according to the train information, several major lines in Wudu City have temporarily ceased operation today—among them, there is the line prepared by Luo Qiu.

"It seems to be because of the terrorist attack..." The maid spread butter on the bread, "However, if the route is suddenly stopped for a few days, it may be because the target of the next attack will be on these routes? "

Luo Qiu asked curiously, "How do you know there will be another attack?"

You Ye said casually: "Isn't it normal to attack and then make a request? Besides, until now, no so-called terrorist organization was responsible for last night's attack. Doesn't it prove that at least the behind-the-scenes of this attack Black Hand, haven't you reached an agreement with the government yet?"

"Maybe they've asked for it, but the government isn't going to make it public?"

"There was no agreement." The maid said as a matter of course: "Otherwise, why did you suddenly stop these routes? Isn't it because of the need to make some arrangements... Maybe they already know the next move of the mastermind behind the scenes The plan is currently being intensively prepared to give the opponent a head-on blow. In the end, this is probably not an ordinary terrorist organization... When we were in the Eye of the Fog City last night."

Luo Qiu blinked, last night...going to ride the Ferris wheel was purely a temporary thing, but it seemed to have disrupted the deployment of the organization behind the attack inadvertently.

Probably the route that is stopped now may be related to the murderer who was shot down by the maid lady last night... Maybe the knight organization has already obtained information or something.

"So..." Luo Qiu thought for a while, "Then postpone the trip... I think Peter Chen would prefer that I stay for two more days."

After all, in one night, terrorist attacks occurred in four consecutive cities at the same time... The whole country has actually become very tense since last night.

Song Dynasty Hotel has stepped up monitoring since last night.

"Are you going to stay in the hotel all day today?" You Ye asked softly.

Luo Qiu smiled and said: "It's enough to put two images here... Anyway, we will stay for a few more days, so why don't we do something else today?"

"for example?"

"How about watching an opera?" Luo Qiu looked at the flyer clipped on the travel brochure in the room.

The maid took out the leaflet and looked at the poster on it, "Turandot."

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St Pancras railway station.

In the waiting hall, a small figure walked through the crowd... It has extremely agile skills, and often takes something from the front of the store at a very fast speed when people don't care.

It just takes a little at a time... a little bit.

It took a while before it stopped this kind of behavior, and then turned into the emergency passage. After turning and turning, it came to a computer room, and climbed into the computer room through the vent next to it.

In the computer room, after hearing the voice, Oga stood up quickly.

Our orc Miss Lale jumped from the vent, and then shook the clothes on her body in front of Oga, and all the bits and pieces fell off her body.

Bread, candy, chocolate... Finally Miss Lale took out a big bottle of water from the collar, "Come on, eat, you haven't eaten anything this morning, you must be hungry."

"My sister eats too!"

They sat directly on the ground and started to eat these 'trophies'. Oga picked up the hot dog bread and asked while eating: "Sister, how long before we can get in the car?"

"Hurry up, the car at two o'clock in the afternoon." Lale wiped the sauce on Oga's lips with his sleeve, "I have observed that you can climb to the track from the ventilation duct here, and when it is about the same time, we will Get on the train from the track. After getting on the train, sneak into the carriage to load the goods. As long as it goes well, the train will only take two or three hours, and we can reach Paris."

Oga was eating, and suddenly asked: "Sister, aren't we going to find father?"

Facing her brother's question, Lale remained silent... There was one thing she didn't actually tell the magician who helped her, and that was how she and Oga were captured by orc traffickers this time.

She shook her head, hugged Oga into her arms, and said softly: "It's too dangerous here, let's go back... That person, if he really cares about me and you, there is no need for us to look for him. You should come back by yourself."

Oga lowered his head, not knowing what to think.

Seeing this, Lale cheered up and smiled, "Oga, look what I brought you will come!"

At this time, she took out a small item from the trouser pocket on her back, and waved it in front of Oga.

"Harmonica!"

Stuffing this exquisite harmonica into Oga's hand, Lale said softly, "Didn't you lose your harmonica on the boat? I think this is pretty good, do you like it?"

"Ok!"

Oga couldn't put it down. After wiping it with his clothes for a few times, he put it to his lips and began to play... That was the piece he learned from Will last night, and he only learned half of it.

"Original Scenery of Hometown".

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Elizabeth Tower... formerly known as Big Ben.

On the fence on the sightseeing floor above the bell tower, a clear sound came from the harmonica in both hands of the man, and the continuous notes composed the song: "Imagine".

His lips are very thin, and his hair color is flaxen...not strong, but he is very slender, and he is wearing dark blue clothing in the Baroque period.

He is like an actor in a stage play... But this era is obviously not the era on the clothes.

"Imagine..." Another man came slowly at this time - he was the bartender of the tavern Mr. Reid, a senior cadre of 'Doomsday Myth', had been to before he was laid. Then he said, "Hohn-lennon, I thought you wouldn't like modern music."

He continued to play, and he put down the harmonica when he knew the piece was over, looked at the bartender and said, "Dobas, is there any news from Reid yet?"

Mr. Bartender... Dobas shook his head, "According to the original plan, the target that Red was in charge of was the Eye of the Fog City, but obviously he failed... It is very possible that he has already fallen into the eyes of the Fog City Knight Agency. hands. Even, they may have already learned something from Reid."

The man shook his head and said, "I believe in Red, he has Gillian's spiritual protection... No one can surpass the power of the spiritual witch to knock on a person, and he is still a strong-willed person."

"Actually, I have reservations about this spiritual witch." Dobas said indifferently: "I have been unable to contact her since the plan started. Sir, we don't even know the real plan of this spiritual witch."

He said: "Whether she really helps us or has other plans, it has no effect on the plan itself... However, since Reid is missing, let's advance the plan."

"Three days later?" Dobas frowned, "The British government may not accept it."

"What we need is not their compromise, but their fear."

He looked in the direction of the Platinum Palace where the queen was, "We have been hiding for too long like street mice. Only fear can allow us to have a real land of life... The bill to secede from the European Union has been passed, this The future of the country will be isolated and helpless, and this will be our best chance. A country where the orcs can live freely under the sun... Dobas, do you see that?"

"Caesar..."

"Three o'clock in the afternoon, plan ahead." He turned around, waved his hand, and said in a deep voice, "Let the myth of the end of the world start here and cover it!"

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Her Majesty's Theatre.

It is impossible to enter the market before buying in advance... It will never be possible for the maid lady, and the place where the owner cannot be allowed to enter is full of original sin.

"How can it be so serious..."

Luo Qiu lightly squeezed the palm of this maid lady, then led her, followed the flow of people, and walked slowly into the theater.

In fact, there is still more than half an hour before the official performance.

But even though he had already obtained the admission ticket, the whole process of entering the venue was not too smooth—Boss Luo, who had long been accustomed to his physique, looked at the layers of security checks at this moment, and his heart was not disturbed.

Such strict inspections were not due to the aftermath of last night's terrorist attack—it was just because a big person came to the theater today.

Her Majesty the Queen of the British Empire.

Others will not know that Her Majesty the Queen is not in the mood to come here to watch an opera at this time - her visit is just the idea of ​​the staff behind it: the more this kind of time, the more Her Majesty the Queen, as the representative of the country, It is not possible to show panic, as if nothing happened, so that the citizens will not take the attack too seriously.

Commonly known as: whitewashing peace.

"I should make up this year's salary and let these guys go back to their hometown."

When entering the arena, Her Majesty the Queen, who was holding her pet in her arms, did not forget to whisper in the ear of her personal bodyguard, Lancelot.

(End of this chapter)