The sky was dotted with stars and the bright moon was in the sky. A carriage galloped through the quiet streets. Amidst the neighing of the horses, it stopped in front of a villa at No. 7 Ross Avenue.
The car door opened, and Mr. Sean, who was wearing a blazer, got out. After he looked around and made sure that no one was following him, the servant knocked on the door.
Boom, boom, boom!
Boom, boom, boom!
The door opened a crack, and Mr. Sean stepped in without thinking.
The guard guarding the door had no intention of stopping him. After the two sides exchanged glances, Mr. Sean picked up a kerosene lamp, went up to the study on the third floor alone, walked into the utility room on the far right of the study, and moved away the piles of stuff piled up against the wall. The debris, following the principle of four from the left and three from the right, pushed a huge stone brick into the wall.
Click...
The stone bricks retracted into the wall, and soon there was the sound of a machine, and then a secret door appeared on his left. With the light of a kerosene lamp, Mr. Sean circled along the dark, damp, and extremely cold spiral stairs. Going down, I walked through another long and narrow tunnel. After an unknown amount of time, I finally came to a huge iron door.
Hanging on the stone wall next to the iron gate is a black cloak with two crossed swords tattooed on the back with silver threads, and a sheathed sword.
Gentleman Sean put down the kerosene lamp, took off his cloak and put it on himself to cover his figure. He put on his sword at his waist, put on his hood, and raised his hand to knock on the iron door.
"Password." A cold questioning voice came from behind the iron door.
"The heart of a knight, the glory of Avalon."
Click...
The iron door opened, and a spacious underground darkroom appeared in front of Mr. Sean.
In the center is a huge round table, with seventeen high-backed stone benches standing around the table. Behind each stone bench, there is an iron door leading to different directions, and directly above the table, six bright red flags Hanging from the ceiling, it's the knight's creed.
【1. Never be angry or murder】
【2.Never betray】
[3. Never be cruel and forgive those who ask for forgiveness]
【4. Always help women】
【5. Never coerce a lady】
【6. Never get involved in a quarrel or fight because of love or words】
Seeing the flag, Mr. Sean placed his left hand in front of his belly, nodded and saluted. Immediately, he walked to his eighth stone bench and sat down.
The waiter in charge of welcoming him lit the white candle in front of the table, and the rising flames illuminated the lower half of his face.
Except for the empty seat at the end of the seventeen stone benches, there was a knight shrouded in a cloak whose appearance could not be seen clearly. In front of them, there was a lit candle and a Brass bell.
After everyone was seated, a man with blond hair and no cloak who was sitting on a golden stone bench at the corner of the round table stood up. A pair of light green eyes scanned every seat and said in a deep voice:
"Five days ago, I got the news that Eckert died."
"He is our companion and one of us. After his death, we have since lost a sibling whom we can rely on and can trust our back..."
"Sixteen knights have become fifteen knights."
The atmosphere at the round table was extremely solemn, and no one spoke, silently listening to the man's speech, but the gradually heavier breathing showed that their hearts were far from as calm as they appeared.
The blond man with a shawl clapped his hands, and the attendants brought glasses of red wine and placed them in front of each seat.
He raised his glass and said loudly: "Eckert will not die for no reason, just as we will not get together for no reason. Now, please let us raise a glass to him and inherit his will! Here's to Eckert!"
"Here's to Eckert!"
The knights picked up the wine glasses and drank them all in one gulp. The mellow red wine flowed into their throats, just like sipping Ector's blood.
After drinking the wine, the knight sitting in the third seat grabbed the bell and rang it gently: "How did he die?"
"uncertain."
The blond man shook his head and said: "It should be because of rats. They brought plague and diseases. Eckert is old and not as tough as young people. In order to investigate the specific situation, Bedivere invited the Church of Truth , let them investigate Antoine Village."
Ding ding ding!
Ding ding ding!
Amidst the slightly irritable ringing of the bell, the knight in the eleventh seat stood up and punched the table. The dim candlelight illuminated his clenched teeth: "This is a conspiracy! Eckert didn't die because of a mouse. Yes! The rat is just a deception, there must be someone else who is the real culprit!"
"Watch your words and deeds." The blond man looked at him with cold eyes: "Not many people know Eckert's identity, and we have always been low-key and never attracted the attention of others. Even if our identity is exposed, it will not lead to death. disaster."
"Sit down, Percival, I know you're angry, but anger doesn't solve anything."
After uttering a curse word, the eleventh knight Percival sat down. Everyone knew that he could not suppress the anger in his heart. After all...
He had the best relationship with Eckert.
"As for the cause of Eckert's death, it is temporarily left to the Church of Truth to deal with. No one is allowed to act without authorization until the truth is understood."
After a pause, the blond man continued: "As for Eckert's successor, it still needs to be voted on jointly according to the old rules. As long as it is passed unanimously, he can become one of us. Now, please go back and find a suitable candidate. A public vote will be held at the next meeting.”
"Now on to the next topic."
"Bishop Fowler of the Church of the Three Destinies will arrive in New Ross City the day after tomorrow. According to reliable reports, he has also brought the Knights of Wexford Diocese with him. His intention is unknown."
After listening, the knight in the second seat rang the bell: "Bishop Fowler? Why did he come to New Ross City?"
"I think he came for me."
Whispers suddenly sounded on the round table.
Ding ding ding!
The knight in the sixth seat said: "Damn it, is it true that our existence was exposed as Percival said? Who leaked the secret?"
"Don't be alarmist and make assumptions without evidence."
The blond man's calm tone soothed the uneasy hearts of the knights: "Everyone who is qualified to come here has been carefully selected. Suspicion of each other is a big taboo. The enemy only makes slight moves. Could it be that you Are you going to run away in fear?"
"If anyone is scared, he can withdraw immediately. I guarantee that no matter what happens, he will not be involved."
The knights looked at each other, and no one left.
"Somewhere, I have a feeling." The blond man said: "Some changes seem to have taken place in this world. Those churches knew about it, but they concealed it uniformly. I am afraid that the plague that broke out 10 days ago is also related to It’s related.”
"In order not to fall into a passive situation, we must take the initiative, seek more allies, and grow our strength as soon as possible. This is the only way..."
"Only in this way can we have the power to fight in the turbulence of the future!"
"Remember, no matter when and where you are, don't forget the honor of being a knight. The round table represents equality and unity. Our common enemy is in the capital!"
The knights stood up together, drew out their swords from their waists, raised the six flags pointed at their heads, and shouted loudly:
"Swear to Avalon!"
