Chapter 1288: Chapter 15: Maid and Queen
No matter how dissatisfied Her Majesty the Queen is with the ideas of her advisors this time, since she’s here, the security work naturally needs to be thorough—even stricter than usual due to this delicate time.
After the queen entered the special seats, Lancelot began to patrol around—of course, there were also six experienced knights guarding Her Majesty, along with many security personnel equipped by the empire for the queen.
These knights were temporarily summoned… usually, only Lancelot would be by the queen’s side.
In fact, this arrangement was entirely because Lancelot hadn’t fully recovered—from last night’s midnight battle, which was only ten hours ago. Despite the medical treatment from the Fog Capital Knight Agency, her current condition was not good.
Holy Armor is a type of armor with mysterious power, crafted from technology derived from the Celtic Pantheon…even when damaged, it can automatically restore itself.
At least six more hours are needed… feeling the automatic restoration state of the [Lancelot·Du·Lake] Holy Armor, the sole female of the Twelve Round Table had no hint of a smile on her face.
She had already surveyed the area once and returned to the queen’s presence.
“No suspicious persons have been found temporarily.” Facing the elderly queen, Lancelot kept her gaze calm, slightly crossed her legs, and said with her hands behind her back.
“Relax a bit, young Lancelot.” Her Majesty the Queen waved her hand, “Actually, I’m not that important. Honestly, Lancelot, I’m just an old woman who stands in front of people representing the dignity of this country.”
The queen lowered her head, teasing her pet, with a laugh said, “There are truly people who find me important, you know… Last year, I heard an interesting joke. A group of terrorists thought that by taking my pet hostage, they could make me relent to their demands, so they even plotted how to kidnap it.”
Lancelot’s face showed no expression.
The queen scratched her pet’s chin with her fingers, “See, they all think you might be more important than a country. My dignity as a nation is truly a joke… Hmm, hasn’t the performance started yet?”
Her Majesty the Queen at this moment held her glasses and placed them before her eyes, gazing toward the direction of the stage.
“The formal performance will start in half an hour, your majesty.” Facing the queen’s words, Lancelot only responded with this final sentence.
However, at this moment, the queen suddenly stood up from her seat, bending slightly as if to close the distance with something… She was gazing at something.
Lancelot frowned, “Your Majesty, what happened?”
Only to hear Her Majesty the Queen mutter slowly: “It’s incredible… that there are truly such similar people in this world.”
“Your Majesty?”
The queen slowly put down the handheld glasses, seeming lost in thought, murmuring to herself, “With so many years passed, she should’ve aged more than me…”
Suddenly, the queen turned around, asking earnestly: “Lancelot, could you… help me with something?”
“Yes, your-majesty.”
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The shutter sound softly clicked—before the program started, similar sounds came from many seats… Boss Luo wasn’t exempt from this either.
Of course, not for social media sharing, but merely as a formality… to appease Mammy Ren who might sleep like a dead pig on the other side of the hemisphere but will wake up anxious the next day.
Of course, he entered with the maid.
“Alright, perhaps she’ll have an appetite after waking up.” Luo Qiu smiled, tucked his phone away, then glanced at the maid by his side, pondering something interesting.
He softly asked, “Is there any place in this country you don’t like?”
“Why do you say that?” You Ye blinked.
Luo Qiu began to play with the maid’s fingers, “You know what I mean.”
“Hmm.” Yet the maid shook her head, placing her hand on her chest, softly saying, “She’s only present in several similar sub-worlds, experiencing similar things… whereas I have experienced far more. This minor dissatisfaction had disappeared long ago.”
Legend and uniqueness.
Just like It appears in multiple sub-worlds, when It bees It in an instant, everything that speaks Its name will achieve unity, and the myriad worlds can bee a unique entity.
The maid is likely the same… That once national hero, that Maid of Orleans, is just a part of her past.
“Moreover…” You Ye smiled slightly, “I’ve already helped her avenge very well.”
Just as Boss Luo was about to put on a puzzled look… a figure approached slowly, ascending the stairs to Luo Qiu and the maid’s presence.
A lady wearing a tailcoat, with seemingly pale lips and exquisite features.
“Madam, could you kindly e upstairs… someone wishes to meet you.”
She spoke softly.
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Birmingham, Victoria Square.
During daylight, whether tourists or local residents, all enjoy strolling here… it’s the peak of the crowd.
Two men, one wearing a suit, the other in work clothes, encountered each other unexpectedly in the square, then walked side by side up the steps.
The two engaged only in eye contact.
Right at this moment, a shadow appeared behind them… they keenly sensed something, but before they could react, someone’s hand was already on their shoulders.
Between the two, a bearded man’s head popped out, using a friendly old acquaintance’s tone: “Gentlemen, are you interested in having a coffee at Birmingham’s Knight Agency?”
The pair was startled, and numerous thoughts flashed in their minds, but ultimately pointed to one conclusion—they were exposed! Especially when the leader had decided long ago to act ahead!
“You’re…[Tristan]! Tristan! The Twelve Knights stationed in Birmingham!” The man in work attire recognized the bearded man’s identity almost immediately.
But before either could resist, the bearded man didn’t hesitate to bump their heads together—seeing stars followed by unconsciousness.
As the two were about to fall to the ground, the bearded man supported them and exaggeratedly said, “Drunk in broad daylight? You drunkards! Don’t expect me to take you home!”
This performance resulted in… no one paying attention.
Just like that, the bearded man carried the two and took each of their bags, leaving calmly—outside the square, he tossed the unconscious pair into a small truck—such trucks are quite mon in this industrial city.
He followed them into the cargo partment—but it wasn’t for goods but for assorted instruments and screens.
“Ah! Mr. Tristan, have you subdued these Doomsday Myth thugs already?! That was fast!”
The bearded man shrugged, “Seems those responsible for the attack here were just minor characters…”
Saying this, he opened the bags the two men carried, looking inside, “Portable explosive magic techniques, products of the Magician’s Association from 1978… if this were to explode on the square, even small characters could cause quite a problem…”
“Nonetheless, you successfully thwarted them.” The subordinates inside the cargo obviously breathed a sigh of relief.
Don’t be fooled into thinking this was easy, even bloodless… Without the intelligence sent from the Fog Capital Knight Agency, they might only realize after disaster struck in the square. The danger herein is understood only by those from the Knight Agency.
“However, it seems they really acted ahead of time,” the bearded man Tresti mused. “Looks like they’ve already guessed Red was captured and even provided intelligence… Hopefully, everything’s smooth elsewhere as well.”
As he spoke, he waved his hand, and his subordinates understood, then said in a deep voice, “Pack up!”
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Glasgow City, inside a building next to Glasgow Central Railway Station.
On the fourth floor… like an explosion caused by a gas leak, all the glass windows shattered instantly, with a large amount of glass shards falling to the ground, and passersby screaming in shock.
Within the destroyed fourth floor, five men lay scattered around, with eyes burned and unconscious.
Only a young man in a police uniform remained standing… In his hand, he still held the back collar of the sixth man, carrying him out.
“Mr. Geraint!”
Several knights from Glasgow City’s Knight Agency hurriedly rushed up the stairs… The man in the police uniform tossed the person he was dragging down, then said lightly, “Leave the cleanup to you guys, I need to continue patrolling the streets.”
With that, Mr. Geraint directly jumped out the window—below, a motorcycle with a highway police insignia was parked.
Mr. Geraint flipped onto the motorcycle, donned his helmet… and really set off on patrol.
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Terror-filled screams echoed in the pitch-black tunnel… Suddenly, dark red light appeared.
Inside the tunnel, several figures were running frantically… three men and two women.
Behind them seemed to be something terrifying chasing them, their faces filled with fear… Suddenly, one panion among them fell to the ground.
In the fallen panion’s back was a bright flying knife.
Tap… tap… tap…
The heavy sound of armor walking echoed from the tunnel… Like glued to something, they were unable to move.
Finally, a figure clad in golden armor, radiating chaos and rage, appeared in their view… This guy in golden armor held bright flying knives between his fingers.
The flying knives shot, beams of cold light!
Ah——!!!
After a few screams, the men and women fell to the ground… Their throats pierced by flying knives.
In the next second, a figure in azure armor quickly arrived but seemed a step too late, “Dagonet, I told you I wanted them alive!”
Light and shadow spread from his body, the azure armor cracked open, revealing Gareth—simultaneously, the golden armor cracked open, and Mr. Clown said with a crying face, “Sorry, I didn’t notice…”
“Dagonet!!!”
“Just joking, just joking.” The Clown bounced to the back of the knife-stricken man, flipped him over, and said with a smile, “Here, your alive one.”
“Really…” Gareth rubbed his forehead, looking troubled at the mess behind Dagonet.
The tunnel was left with potholes after the destruction… Restoring it wouldn’t be a day’s work.
Gareth sighed and took out his phone, “It’s Gareth… It’s done, the culprits are subdued. Yes, I know… Additionally, I suggest temporarily halting trains on this line; today’s Europa Star won’t be running.”
Gareth continued his call, “Really… Tristan, Geraint have pleted their tasks? Good, then there’s only… Dagonet? Dagonet!!”
But nearby, Dagonet rested his hands behind his head, whistling “Whistle.”
Walked away.
Gareth could only watch his figure into the dark.
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Lancelot led the way along the corridor.
Behind her, the Maid and Boss Luo followed slowly—according to Lancelot’s intention, the Queen invited only the lady, her male panion wasn’t supposed to e along.
But during the invitation, Lancelot surprising even herself changed her mind… She found it hard to ignore the young man’s presence behind her.
“Lancelot… the legendary Round Table Knight?”
Lancelot furrowed her brow, stopped, then turned—asking was Luo Qiu.
Boss Luo smiled slightly, “Sorry, I’ve been interested in the legend the past days, reading a lot about Round Table Knights. No offense intended, just curious about the name… Typically, ladies wouldn’t use this name.”
“Wait…” Lancelot suddenly spoke.
Luo Qiu blinked.
She calmly said, “Wait, please wait outside the door.”
Luo Qiu opened his mouth slightly, the Maid squinted her eyes, about to speak, but Luo Qiu gently gestured, whispered in her ear, “I want to chat with her alone… you go in yourself.”
The Maid glanced at Lancelot, then thoughtfully nodded.
They went silent for the rest of the way… Lancelot seemingly forgot Luo Qiu’s query about the name—until they reached the destination.
She opened the door, gestured for the Maid to enter the Queen’s chamber alone… slowly closed the door, stood like a sculpture outside.
Boss Luo looked at Lancelot, smiled and asked, “Miss Lancelot, how old are you?”
She seemed slightly stunned, looked at Luo Qiu, unable to help but open her mouth slightly.
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Meanwhile, inside the room.
As the Maid appeared before Her Majesty the Queen, the dignified Queen’s aged face shook, she stood from her seat, “Te… Teacher?”
“Little Elizabeth, long time no see…”
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