Chapter 39 However, the Home Was Stolen

First there was a rapid real drum beat, and then there was a ten-second solo with Will temporarily serving as the bassist... The sound was amplified by a compound technique, and suddenly broke through the blockade of the war song. novel .

Above the city, a temporary orchestra of six huge lights and shadows had already taken their respective positions.

On the stage, under the encouraging gazes of everyone, Oga, as the lead guitarist, struck the first note.

"Oga has never cooperated with us before and is still a novice... But there should be no problem with your words, right?" Cheng Yiran looked at Will and the other three and gave a thumbs up.

"But it's not punk rock, so I'm a little bit upset..."

"Hey, hey... I can hear you, so be careful with your appearance!"

"Oh...are you all looking at me?! Everyone!"

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"Does it really matter to these people..."

Bedivere rubbed his eyebrows subconsciously, feeling as if he was watching the rookies who came to the hospital for internship and walked directly to the operating table.

He smiled bitterly and laughed at himself: "In the end, we have to rely on these ordinary guys. As a twelve knights, it is really a failure..."

Self-deprecation is self-deprecating, but this kind of gambling behavior can't help but make the usually calm Knight Bedivere feel nervous.

A melody that was not very proficient, but was getting better and better, sounded from the guitar in Oga's hand... I don't know if it was an illusion, or because the compound technique amplified the sound.

It always felt like this voice was transmitted directly to my heart... Bedivere's frown began to slowly loosen, and even without realizing it, his whole body was immersed in this voice.

It... seems to have some incredible magic power.

If Cheng Yiran just made people feel peaceful at first, then... the moment the sound sounded, it felt like he was already in the wilderness of his hometown.

The wind blew gently on the water, the green grass was like a blanket, and the waves of grass flowed into the distance. Then... the girl's singing sounded again in my heart.

But the high-pitched singing was still there, and seemed to turn into a bigger storm, attacking again.

However, this time the [Moon Contract] seems to be different.

And the singing, beyond the war songs, once again sneaked into people's hearts.

As if something had been selectively filtered out, even though the war song still existed, what people heard was the performance of this temporary band.

Praise.

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Under the moonlight, the war song triggered by Caesar did not stop. Instead, it had been pushed to a point where even he was on the verge of rage. Then even he himself would fall into a state of rage.

He looked at the six huge figures in the city with piercing eyes, and slowly fell silent.

He knew that even if he continued to promote the war song, the result would not change.

When the people in the city calmed down one by one and looked at everything around them, when those violent orcs were relieved of their madness, restored to their original appearance, and finally tired to the ground, Caesar gave up fighting against them. .

The orc who lost consciousness could no longer hear any sounds. At this time, there was no point in continuing to confuse him.

Finally, after taking a deep look at two of the lights and shadows, Caesar slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and then slowly landed.

"Why don't you continue?" The old knight saw everything and walked out with a frown.

"It's not necessary." Caesar said calmly: "Almost everything that needs to be done has been done, and the next step is just waiting for the harvest. Now, even if the city is rioting or quiet, it has no impact on us... There is no need , wasting time here.”

The old knight nodded.

A quarter of an hour later, the owner of Sir Pukins' Manor disappeared quietly... When a team went out to perform a mission and brought back some orcs who had not escaped originally but had now recovered their human bodies, so What he saw was just a bloody manor.

Even the twelve knights of Geraint, who had taken a break because he had exhausted his strength, lost his head and fell on the sofa in the lounge forever...

die.

Fear comes suddenly.

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"Report! All suppression points have been successfully suppressed!"

"Report, the riots at the shelter and evacuation points have also subsided!"

One good news after another rang in the communicator in Knight Bedivere's ears. He finally breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, looking at the people on the stage who were playing and singing desperately.

"Tactical music group?"

Bedivere suddenly thought interestingly whether the Knight Agency could also use this as a project to create another kind of execution force.

Although the orc uprising has been quelled this time, there may not be a larger orc disaster in the future... If possible, then this kind of tactical concert combination should be very successful if it can be put on that kind of battlefield. Right?

"Is it...successful?"

"It seems... calmed down?"

Finally, under the prompts of Knight Bedivere, everyone put down their aching arms, and then sat down on the ground.

"I...I want to smoke a cigarette to calm down."

This is more tiring than a small bar concert, even though it's just a song.

"There are still minors, be careful!"

"Yes Yes……"

Then looking at the words of these unreliable guys on the stage, Mr. Bedivere quickly dismissed the thoughts in his mind... and then listened to the good news coming from everywhere that was obviously much more pleasant.

But the next moment, Bedivere's expression changed dramatically, "What did you say? Say it again!"

In other words, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was momentarily sluggish.

"That's true...I don't know what to say...all are dead...except for the two ministers responsible for directing the evacuation because they were out of town, the rest are all dead...Mr. Geraint is also...we found His body was found...dead, dead...all dead...Sir Pugins is also missing or may have been captured..."

His hand suddenly dropped from the communicator next to his ear, and Dr. Bedivere's lips seemed to have turned a little paler... Looking at Cheng Yiran, Weir and the others who were still chatting happily on the stage, Suddenly there was an unreal feeling.

My home was stolen like this... and it was an extremely tragic loss.

"Lord Bedivere, what happened?"

Everyone looked at the calm knight and seemed to have something wrong, so they quickly walked forward as if waiting for him to say something in celebration.

Their faces still had relaxed smiles after victory... Everyone appeared in front of Bedivere like this, which made Bedivere feel dizzy.

"Mr. Bedivere, what happened?" Klein walked over at this time.

"It's nothing." Bedivere took a deep breath and said, "I'm just thinking...about how to clean up next."

"tidy……"

Klein was startled, but when he saw that after the riots subsided, the whole city seemed to have experienced a baptism of war. Shocking scars were everywhere on the once bustling streets, and he couldn't help but fell silent.

Sure enough, he was still too far behind... He was complacent because of this small victory, but Bedivere had already begun to think about the aftermath of the disaster. He was worthy of being the person who inherited the name of the Knights of the Round Table.

Just...just keep working hard.

"No matter what, you first pack up the things here, and then go to the diversion point in charge of the Birmingham Knight Agency, and meet them first. I'll leave this place to you first... I'll take a step first and look at other areas. Case."

"Don't worry, Lord Bedivere, we will do a good job."

We couldn't let this bad news spread among the middle and lower knights, at least not for now... Bedivere left quickly with a heavy heart.

He believed that the elder of the Knight Agency, who was still operating normally and had escaped unharmed because he was out, would take the same countermeasures... I hope.

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It seems that there is nothing wrong with this group of magicians...for now.

Ms. Maria was looking for something anxiously at the scene, walking around in the crowd, and kept muttering: "It's strange, why did she suddenly disappear? She should be right next to her... Could it be that she ran away?" Already?"

Ms. Maria, who felt like she was in a loss-making business, suddenly felt like her heart was bleeding when she thought of the exploding secret crystal.

Her so-called recent bad business is not a lie, but the truth. However, saying that she hasn't bought new underwear in half a year cannot be true... It's just her temperament, and she has a bad character that loves money as much as her life.

Even the middle and lower knights are not clear about what happened at Sir Pugins' manor, let alone these temporarily recruited folk magicians?

Therefore, Bedivere's sudden departure did not attract anyone's attention. After all, there were too many explainable reasons... Naturally, they did not think that the majestic British Knights of Twist organization had been wiped out.

"Did you really run away..." Ms. Maria felt like she was on the verge of tears: Sure enough, gentle healing magicians and so on are all lies...

Was he originally a guy who came out specifically to defraud old...young mature women, defrauding them of money and sex? !

My ultra-high-purity secret crystal... the two teardrops barely hung out, and then they collided with each other.

"Ms. Maria, are you looking for me?"

At this moment, such a voice sounded around her. Ms. Maria was startled for a moment, then turned around and put on a bright smile when she saw the young free magician in front of her.

"I knew it! You won't leave me!"

Maybe she was too excited, so she planned to give him a good hug without saying a word.

Boss Luo took a step back easily (an instinctive reaction developed by avoiding Ren Ziling's hug), allowing the witch lady to jump away.

Ms. Maria was a little aggrieved because she missed the opportunity. She was thankful that she didn't fall to the ground, but she still looked over with dissatisfaction.

"I was just a little thirsty, so I went to get some water... I made you worry." Luo Qiu smiled slightly: "This is for you."

There is also a box of prepared mineral water on the truck.

"Oh! That's it!" Ms. Maria nodded quickly, took the water, and then quickly fell into this healing smile again.

"The person you are waiting for should be back soon. Please wait a little longer." Luo Qiu continued.

"It's okay!" Ms. Maria suddenly said at this time: "If you don't mind, you can come to my magic house and sit for a while? Anyway, let the people of the Knight Agency worry about the next thing!"

"I still have something to do." Luo Qiu said softly, "I may not be able to go."

"Uh-huh??"

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In the Palace of Westminster, in the room where Lancelot was imprisoned... With a piece of wire quietly held in his mouth, Lancelot successfully opened the lock of the chain that tied Catherine to himself.

There seemed to be some commotion outside.

But he seemed to have calmed down again. Lancelot heard two completely different singing voices competing against each other, and his spirit seemed a little sluggish, but as the two voices stopped, he has now recovered a little.

But it is a pity that the forbidden lock made by Hamstone is a special magic structure, and it is obviously not something like iron wire that can solve it. Therefore, she only recovered part of her mobility, but leaving this room is no longer a problem.

The corridors were deserted... Lancelot came to the Palace of Westminster more than once or twice.

As a close person of the Queen, she definitely walks around this place a lot on weekdays. She naturally knows the terrain here. However, she cannot directly obtain where the Queen will be imprisoned by the people of Doomsday Myth at this time.

Lancelot has two choices before him: escape from here, and then pass the news to the knight agency and wait for support.

Next, she quickly gave up her second thought of rescuing Her Majesty the Queen as a hostage.

Not to mention that the holy armor has been taken away now, even when the holy armor is still there, it still has a weakness that is restrained by the holy dress on Catherine.

Moreover, there are several other core figures of the doomsday myth who are also involved... Such a reckless rescue alone may not lead to victory like the protagonist in a lonely hero movie.

"Your Majesty, wait for my return."

Taking a deep breath, Lancelot looked for the nearest exit and left.

Fortunately, perhaps because he was certain that he could not escape, there were no guards here... except for those guards in the Palace of Westminster who would be seen on the road and had been knocked to the ground.

The exit is just ahead.

But suddenly, a wave of heat began to rise in her abdomen, a burning sensation like a flame, and it rushed straight to her forehead for an instant, and everything in front of her eyes began to appear as heavy phantoms.

Lancelot suddenly lost his sense of balance and leaned on the wall of the corridor... He felt as if there were countless bugs crawling all over his body, and the accompanying large amounts of heat coming out of his body made him even more nervous. She began to sweat.

Her eyes had become blurred, she was panting, and she sat on the ground weakly.

The feeling of insects squirming disappeared without knowing when, but it was accompanied by a feeling of being at a loss as if the sensitive points all over the body were infinitely magnified.

The sweat flowed out and soaked the white shirt under her tuxedo. The soaked material of the shirt made her skin slightly visible.

"How could..."

The sound of breathing began to become thicker, and Lancelot's trembling hands involuntarily slowly touched his body...

can not be like this……

She struggled to bear the primitive reaction of her body, but she couldn't resist the wild and exciting feeling when her fingertips lightly touched her private parts.

Are you about to fall...

"It's really unsightly."

Lancelot was half asleep, and when he heard this voice, he felt that there was someone standing in front of him...a black and white maid costume.

Long hair as bright as gold, dark blue eyes.

The moment their eyes met, the voice sounded again.

"Are you considered a lady like this... Duchess of Aquitaine, Eleanor."

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