Chapter 1287: Chapter 14: Her Majesty’s Theatre
On the screen, there was Gareth’s slightly pale face… Sir Perkins of the Fog Capital Knight Agency was listening quietly to his report.
“… I’m terribly sorry, Sir Perkins, we failed to stop his departure.”
Sir Perkins was silent for a moment, then frowned and asked, “Did he really say he would return to the Castle Prison?”
Gareth nodded, “He did say that.”
“I see.” Sir Perkins nodded, “Regarding Farael overstepping, limit the knowledge to those involved in this operation on Prison Island… issue a gag order to the knights on Prison Island.”
“But sir… this is Farael, he has already left Prison Island?” Gareth’s expression was one of incredulity.
Sir Perkins shook his head, somewhat helpless, “Since he said he would e back again, he definitely will… He never goes back on his word.”
“But…”
“No need to say more.” Sir Perkins waved his hand, “Castle Prison can’t hold him… three of the Twelve Round Table members were as helpless as children against him. Gareth, haven’t you realized yet?”
“Sir?”
Sir Perkins sighed, “Castle Prison… It wasn’t because we had the ability to confine Farael there in the first place, but because he willingly walked in himself.”
“What!?”
Ignoring Gareth’s shock, Sir Perkins said sternly, “Knight Gareth, I am now giving you a new mission. You have six hours to rest and then head to your designated ‘Doomsday Myth’ eradication point with Dagonet. Additionally, inform Lancelot to quickly return to Her Majesty’s side and continue her duties.”
Gareth could only salute and nod in agreement.
After the munication with Gareth ended, Sir Perkins walked alone into the depths of the manor… After passing through layers of strict mechanisms, he finally reached a secret chamber that only he, the highest leader of the Fog Capital Knight Agency, could enter.
Inside the secret chamber was a massive throne, and on this throne was a silver armor, sitting as if it were a king.
Sir Perkins slowly approached the throne’s armor, reached out his hand… as his fingers barely touched the hand armor, a shock forced Sir Perkins to withdraw his hand.
The knight slowly exhaled, murmuring, “[Mordred]… after all these years, you still won’t accept anyone other than Farael.”
An unarmored Farael had already easily defeated Gareth and the other two… A look of melancholy appeared on Sir Perkins’s face.
He silently looked up, his gaze moving upwards from the throne… Behind the throne, there was a large mural on the wall.
On the mural, a knight in silver Holy Armor wielding the legendary King’s Sword was depicted fighting against hundreds of ‘Devils’…
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One night passed quietly as the Earth rotated.
In the morning, when he woke up, the maid had already prepared everything for washing up… even the toothpaste was squeezed onto the toothbrush, and a hot towel was ready, as she stood by waiting.
“I suddenly feel an evil guilt of a feudal lord.”
Luo Qiu joked as he wiped his face.
The maid smiled gently, carefully arranging her master’s clothes, and said, “That Miss Beastkin left with her younger brother at five-thirty in the morning.”
“So early?” Luo Qiu blinked.
Luo Qiu’s sleep was truly restful… it was something he’d never abandoned—if unnecessary, he wouldn’t even wake up before his biological clock prompted him.
“Because there’s still some distance to the tunnel entrance from here, I think she was worried about missing the bus.” The maid flattened the front of Boss Luo’s shirt until she was satisfied, “Also, Ms. Ren called you half an hour ago.”
Luo Qiu nodded, casually saying, “Probably about the terrorist attack… what did you tell her?”
The maid smiled, “I told Ms. Ren you hadn’t gotten up yet… and nothing happened here in the Fog Capital last night. But she was still quite worried… By now, she must be asleep.”
After all, there’s an eight-hour time difference.
“I’ll send her a text later…” Luo Qiu nodded, starting to eat the breakfast delivered by the hotel, while planning his departure from the Fog Capital.
But in the train information, several main routes of the Fog Capital were temporarily suspended today—including the one Luo Qiu planned to take.
“It seems to be due to the terrorist attack…” the maid was spreading butter on bread, “However, suddenly halting these lines for a few days might suggest that the next attack’s target could be on these routes?”
Luo Qiu curiously asked, “How do you know there will be another attack?”
You Ye casually replied, “An attack, followed by demands, isn’t that a typical scenario? Besides, up to now, no so-called terrorist organization has claimed responsibility for last night’s attack, doesn’t it prove that the mastermind hasn’t yet reached an agreement with the government?”
“Perhaps they have made demands, but the government doesn’t intend to reveal them?”
“That also means no agreement has been reached,” the maid said matter-of-factly, “otherwise, why suddenly stop these routes if not for making some arrangements… perhaps they already know the mastermind’s next plan, and are intensely preparing to give them a head-on blow. Lastly, this might not even be an ordinary terrorist organization… last night at the Fog Capital’s Eye.”
Luo Qiu blinked, last night… going on the Ferris wheel was a spur-of-the-moment decision, but it seemed to inadvertently disrupt the organization behind the attack.
The now-halted route may be related to the assailant who was taken down by the maid last night… perhaps the Knight Agency has already extracted intelligence.
“I see…” Luo Qiu pondered for a moment, “In that case, let’s delay the schedule… I think Chen Peter would prefer I stay a couple more days.”
After all, in one night, terror attacks had occurred simultaneously in four cities… the entire country had bee very tense since last night.
From last night, the Song Dynasty Hotel had heightened surveillance.
“Will you stay in the hotel all day?” You Ye softly asked.
Luo Qiu smiled, “Just set up a couple of images here… Since we’ll be staying a few more days, why not do something else today?”
“For instance?”
“How about going to the opera?” Luo Qiu looked at the flyer tucked into the room’s travel brochure.
The maid picked up the flyer, looking at the promotional poster, “Turandot.”
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St. Pancras Station.
In the waiting hall, a small figure moved through the crowd… It had extremely agile movements, often taking something from the store front at an incredibly fast speed when people weren’t paying attention.
Each time it took just a little… very little.
After a long while, it stopped this casual pilfering and then turned into an emergency passageway—after many twists and turns, it finally arrived at a machine room and crawled in through the ventilation shaft beside it.
Inside the machine room, Oga quickly stood up after hearing the sound.
Our Beastman Miss Lale jumped down from the ventilation shaft, shook her clothes in front of Oga, and a variety of things fell from her body.
Bread, candy, chocolate… Finally, Miss Lale also pulled out a large bottle of water from her collar, “Here, eat. You haven’t had anything to eat this morning, you must be hungry.”
“Sister, you eat too!”
They sat directly on the ground, starting to eat these ‘spoils of war’. Oga picked up a hot dog bun and while eating, asked, “Sister, how much longer until we can board the train?”
“Soon, the train is at two in the afternoon.” Lale wiped the sauce from Oga’s lips with her sleeve, “I’ve observed, we can climb to the tracks through the ventilation ducts here, and when the time es, we’ll board from the tracks. Once on the train, we’ll sneak into the car carrying cargo. If all goes well, it’ll only take two or three hours to reach Paris.”
As Oga ate, he suddenly asked, “Sister, aren’t we going to find father?”
Faced with her brother’s question, Lale remained silent… There was something she hadn’t told the magician who helped them, and that was how Oga and she were caught by beastman traffickers this time.
She shook her head, hugged Oga tightly, and softly said, “It’s too dangerous here, let’s go back… That person, if he truly cared about you and me, he wouldn’t make us find him; he should e back by himself.”
Oga lowered his head, lost in thought.
Seeing this, Lale perked up and smiled, “Oga, look what I brought you back!”
She then took out a small object from the back pocket of her pants, showing it to Oga.
“A harmonica!”
Placing the delicate harmonica in Oga’s hands, Lale softly said, “You lost your harmonica on the ship, didn’t you? I think this one is nice, do you like it?”
“Yes!”
Oga, fond of it, wiped it a few times with his clothes, then placed it to his lips and began to play… It was a tune he learned halfway from Will last night.
“The Original Scenery of the Hometown.”
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Elizabeth Tower… formerly known as Big Ben.
On the railings of the observation deck on the clock tower, a clear sound emanated from the harmonica in the man’s hands, and the continuous notes formed the tune: “Imagine.”
His lips were thin, and his hair was flaxen… Not strong, but he had a very slender build, dressed in Baroque-style dark blue attire.
He looked like an actor from a stage play… but clearly, this was not the era for such clothing.
“Imagine…” Another man walked over slowly—he was the bartender from the tavern that the ‘Doomsday Myth’ senior officer Mr. Red had visited before being captured. He came to the side of the man playing the harmonica and continued, “John Lennon, I didn’t think you’d like modern music.”
He continued his performance, only laying down the harmonica after finishing the tune, and looked at the bartender, “Dobas, still no news on Red?”
The bartender… Dobas shook his head, “According to the original plan, Red’s target was the Fog Capital’s Eye, but he evidently failed… It’s very likely that he has been captured by the Fog Capital Knight Agency. They may already know something from Red.”
The man shook his head and said, “I believe in Red; he has Gillian’s Mind Protection… No one can bypass the power of the Mind Witch to interrogate someone, especially a person with strong will.”
“In fact, I do have reservations about this Mind Witch,” Dobas said calmly, “Since the start of the plan, I’ve been unable to contact her. Sir, we don’t even know what this Mind Witch truly plans.”
He said, “Whether she’s genuinely helping us or has other intentions, it doesn’t affect the plan itself… However, since Red has disappeared, let’s move the plan forward.”
“Three days later?” Dobas frowned, “The British Government, they likely won’t accept this.”
“We don’t need their promise but their fear.”
He gazed in the direction of the Platinum Palace where the Queen resided, “We’ve been hiding like rats for too long. Only fear can grant us a truly livable land… The passing of the law to withdraw from the European Union has left this country isolated and vulnerable and this will be our best opportunity—a country where beastmen can freely live under the sun… Dobas, do you see it?”
“Caesar…”
“Three o’clock in the afternoon, advance the plan.” He turned around, gestured, and gravely said, “Let the Myths of Apocalypse, start from here, and cover everything!”
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Her Majesty’s Theatre.
Being able to get in early without a ticket is not possible… For the maid, it’s absolutely impossible; she cannot let any place that her master can’t enter bear the original sin.
“It’s not that serious…”
Luo Qiu gently squeezed the maid’s hand, then held her as they followed the crowd, slowly entering the theatre.
There was actually more than half an hour before the official performance began.
But even after getting tickets, the whole process of entering wasn’t very smooth—Boss Luo, long accustomed to his own nature, watched the layers of security checks without feeling any disturbance inside.
The thorough checks weren’t a result of last night’s terror attacks—simply because an important figure, attended the theatre today.
Her Majesty the Queen of the British Empire.
Others wouldn’t know that Her Majesty the Queen truly had no mood to e here to watch opera at this moment—her visit was merely the idea of her advisors: The more it is such times, the more Her Majesty, as the country’s representative, cannot show disturbance and must act as if nothing happened, so the citizens won’t take the attacks too seriously.
monly known as: creating the appearance of peace.
“I should settle this year’s salaries and have these people return to their hometowns.”
As she entered, with her pet in her arms, Her Majesty the Queen muttered near her bodyguard Lancelot’s ear.
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