Chapter 1292: Chapter 19: The Taboo Spoils of War
The incident at Her Majesty’s Theatre was simultaneously reported to the government and the Knight Agency at the first instance.
Both parties were furious.
Especially the Knight Agency, which had thought that the threat of ‘Doomsday Myth’ was at least temporarily removed, only to find out that the Queen was abducted directly from the theatre.
This news was immediately sealed by the government — for now, all the audience in the theatre were temporarily housed in the lounge and lobby, and all means of munication were ordered to be cut off.
The police arrived first, followed by the intelligence agency — and finally, Gareth, who had just pleted a mission on the Europa Star railway, personally arrived at the scene with a team.
“Who are they?”
A policeman couldn’t help but ask his panion, unusually surprised — just ten minutes ago, they had made way for people from the intelligence agency… but now it was the turn of the intelligence agency guys to make way for this group.
“How would I know?” The panion shook his head, also looking at the intelligence agents with disbelief as they were surprisingly ‘escorted’ out by this group.
The theatre where the incident occurred was cordoned off by these people.
Meanwhile, inside the theatre.
Mr. Gareth stood in the room used by the Queen during her viewing — he had already noticed signs of a struggle here, although apart from the wood being cut, the traces of the fight were not heavy.
The battle seemed not to have lasted long… or was it one-sided?
But Lance was the one guarding by the Queen’s side… who could easily suppress Lance? Gareth grew increasingly puzzled — even if Lance was injured from facing Farael the night before, he wouldn’t be pletely without the ability to retaliate in Britain.
He and Jester Dagonet were actually less injured than Lance… he and the Jester did not deploy their Holy Armor before being interrupted by Farael, so their Holy Armor was not severely damaged.
But Lance had his Holy Armor on and was forcibly blown apart by Farael.
A knight at this moment called from the stage below, seemingly having made a discovery… Mr. Gareth simply jumped down from the stands.
Only to see the knight leading a middle-aged man over.
“Mr. Sneijder.” Gareth politely greeted the middle-aged man.
He was a magician hired by the Knight Agency, though he was a member of the Magician’s Association, he was generations of Britons, having stayed in Britain after successfully being certified by the Association.
“Mr. Gareth,” Mr. Sneijder nodded, “I found some secret medicine residues at the scene, and the samples collected from the audience have been tested as the same substance. It is a type of poison that instantly makes people faint, but is harmless.”
“Secret Medicine Practitioner…” Gareth frowned, “According to the information we have, there is indeed a senior cadre who is a Secret Medicine Practitioner in ‘Doomsday Myth’, called… what’s his name.”
“Tip.” Mr. Sneijder said indifferently: “Moreover, he is not really a Secret Medicine Practitioner because during the certification process, he was accused of cheating and poisoning the examiner, and has been permanently stripped of his certification by the Magician’s Association.”
At this time, another knight hurried over, “Mr. Gareth, everything has been investigated. Aside from the Queen and Sir Lance disappearing, only two actors from the troupe are missing.”
“Actors?” Gareth frowned.
The knight said, “One named Caesar, who plays the leading male role, and another named Judas, who is also an important character in the play…”
“Caesar…” Gareth subconsciously muttered the name.
“Sir, have you thought of something?”
Gareth shook his head, “No… I don’t have any clues. Oh, Mr. Sneijder, can tracking magic be used?”
“No,” Mr. Sneijder shook his head: “No useful medium has been found here, the technique for tracking can’t be used… I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Gareth patted his shoulder… feeling quite helpless inside.
At this moment, the phone rang.
A call from the Knight Agency.
Gareth instantly answered it, and his expression changed slightly, “Really?!!”
…
“What! One day… before dawn tomorrow?!” At 10 Downing Street, the angry Prime Minister suppressed the urge to smash the phone, “Mr. Pukins, I hope you’re just playing a vile joke on me!”
“I wish I had the mood to crack such a vile joke with you. But that’s not the case… Prime Minister.” Mr. Pukins’s voice sounded somewhat helpless.
Just a quarter of an hour ago, the Knight Agency received a notice from the leader of ‘Doomsday Myth.’
The content is as follows:
First: Unconditional release of all ‘Doomsday Myth’ members.
Second: Before sunrise tomorrow, agree to the cession request in the Northern Ireland region, or else… at sunrise tomorrow, they will publicly execute Her Majesty the Queen.
…
“It’s simply a joke, does the entire British Empire even fail to deal with a few mere thugs?!”
The Prime Minister roared: “Mr. Pukins, I really want to know if the funds allocated to your Knight Agency every year are really spent like livestock!”
In the Knight Agency, Mr. Pukins took the phone away from his ear… he was annoyed, no mood to listen to this man from 10 Downing Street shouting.
The Prime Minister was worried about the threat to Her Majesty the Queen — but Mr. Pukins also had to worry about Farael’s escape.
“I will never trust you again, Pukins!” The Prime Minister suddenly said coldly, then hung up the phone.
This gave Mr. Pukins a sense of foreboding… he silently looked at the clock on the wall, there were about 14 hours until sunrise tomorrow.
He sighed, stood up, and turned around… the painting on the wall behind him automatically moved aside, revealing a large screen.
The screen turned on, displaying seven faces simultaneously… these were the leaders of various Knight Agencies.
“Everyone, the situation has bee like this… we need to immediately find out the whereabouts of the Queen. If we allow the enemy to publicly execute the Queen this time, it will be the most terrifying and laughable joke in our country’s history.”
“Speak, Pukins, your decision?”
Mr. Pukins took a deep breath and said solemnly, “Activate the Holy Grail.”
The people on the screen fell silent instantly… a peculiar aura, even through the screen, seemed to slowly spread through the places where these leaders were conversing.
Finally, on the screen, an old man slowly said, “Perkins… you should know that the Holy Grail was a trophy seized in that war a hundred years ago. But it is forbidden to be used… Using the Holy Grail requires a sacrifice, aren’t you aware?”
“Tomorrow, we might witness a country in turmoil.”
Mr. Perkins sighed, “So… I, Perkins Pendragon, descendant of the great King Arthur, will issue an ultimate mand, demanding the Knight Agency to obey my one mand.”
“Perkins, are you serious?” The people on the screen were shocked, “Perkins, the ultimate mand is an honor given to King Arthur’s descendants by the Knight Agency… you can use it only twice in your lifetime!”
Mr. Perkins said nothing, slowly unscrewing the silver ornament on his wand… After the silver ornament was unscrewed, there was a mechanism inside.
From a small gap below the ornament, a gem slipped down. Mr. Perkins held the gem high… The leaders of the Knight Agencies around the world on the screen rose to their feet.
“Yes, I’ve decided.” Mr. Perkins slowly said, “With this proof of royal authority… I will use one ultimate mand.”
“Yes, your-majesty.”
…
…
This seemed like a place similar to a cell… and it was built of stone, appearing somewhat old.
Her Majesty the Queen did not know where she had last been taken to. When the black cloth bag on her body was opened, she was already in this place.
Meanwhile, Lancelot was also imprisoned in this place.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t do my job well.” Lancelot bowed his head slightly, “Allowing you to be in such a hostile environment.”
Her Majesty the Queen was not as panicked as Lancelot imagined. Instead, she was observing the stone chamber’s environment—the only source of lighting was an oil lamp placed by the captors.
This stone chamber was roughly the size of a house.
“Actually, it’s already pretty good. At least, there’s still a place to sit… But they took away my pets, which I cannot agree to.”
Her Majesty the Queen smiled and sat down—the chair was made of wood, evidently unfortable.
Lancelot furrowed her brows, the queen’s calmness somewhat surprised her, “Your Majesty, aren’t you afraid?”
The Queen smiled, “Afraid, but afraid of future situations, not this current cage.”
“You are a great person.” After a silence, Lancelot suddenly said.
Her Majesty the Queen shook her head slightly… She could endure this bit of hardship.
In the past, she was once locked in a place narrower than this stone chamber, not only starving and cold, but also without light, almost going mad for three days and nights—under the punishment of a venerable yet terrifying tutor.
pared to the punishment received when she was young for failing to meet the teacher’s requirements… this stone chamber was really nothing.
On the icy, snowy grassland, barefooted, balancing a thick dictionary, maintaining a lady-like posture.
Forced to master French within a month, spending nearly half of each day in transcription… while maintaining a gentle smile.
Really, this stone chamber is nothing.
“But you, Lancelot, are you afraid?” The Queen returned from her memories, looking at this young woman, softly asked.
Lancelot shook her head directly, “To bee a knight, one must first overe the fear caused by danger.”
“Oh.” The Queen shook her head, “Child, listen to me, right now you and I are the same, both imprisoned here, ordinary people who lost their power… I am not a queen here, and you cannot use any power here. Admitting your fear is not a shameful thing.”
Lancelot was stunned for a moment, then frowned, “I am worried about what they plan to do next… You have already been kidnapped, if this incident gets exposed, the outside world will inevitably fall into panic…”
But the Queen suddenly interrupted Lancelot, “Lancelot, when did you bee a knight?”
“Me?”
She opened her mouth… This Her Majesty the Queen, how could she not worry about her situation at all.
The Queen folded her hands on her legs… at this moment, her sitting posture still appeared elegant, as if she was sitting not on a crude wooden stool but a dignified throne.
“We cannot change our current situation for the time being.” Her Majesty the Queen chuckled lightly, “Generally speaking, during such times, what we need to do is how to change our bad mood… Chatting is obviously a very good method. My lady knight.”
“I’ll… take a look at the surroundings.”
She obviously couldn’t agree, quickly responded after a sentence, then started to inspect the stone chamber’s walls… inch by inch using her fingers to tap around.
Her Majesty the Queen watched, gently shook her head, then slowly closed her eyes.
…
“Did they agree?”
In the room, a skinny man with glasses… Tip quickly stood up—because at this moment, Judas had just returned from outside.
Judas’ task this time was to deliver the leader’s notice to the Knight Agency.
Judas glanced at Tip in annoyance, rolling his eyes and said, “If I force you to die now, will you consider it?”
Shaking his head, ignoring the rebuffed Tip, Judas quickly walked to Caesar, the leader’s side, “Got news from Dobas, leaders of the seven major Knight Agencies from all over the country have almost simultaneously rushed to the Fog Capital… The current Round Table Knights are estimated to have a plete assembly within an hour.”
“Wasn’t this expected?”
Speaking was Catherine, who was tending to Caesar’s wound… this wound, hardly understandable, though the bleeding had stopped, it couldn’t heal.
This is a very incredible thing… Both Catherine and Judas were well aware of Caesar’s body’s incredible strength.
“Let it be, Catherine.” Caesar now withdrew his hand from Catherine’s hand, “As long as it doesn’t bleed, these wounds won’t matter.”
He stood up, started putting on his coat, and asked, “Dobas, still haven’t found the Mind Witch’s whereabouts?”
“That b*tch!” Catherine snorted coldly, “Since the incident, she hasn’t appeared… she wasn’t really part of us in the first place.”
Caesar shrugged indifferently and said, “Speaking of not being part, half of ‘Doomsday Myth’ is also not really with us… They’re just free members. Since we can’t find them, let it be… What we need is to wait for tomorrow’s sunrise.”
“They won’t find this place, don’t worry.” Judas nodded, “As long as they don’t find this place before dawn…”
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