"Your Highness, are you so anxious to ask me to come back? What happened?"
The bishop in white robes was baptizing the believers with holy water. Everyone's attention was focused on the baptismal pedestal. Gawain, who was sitting in the corner, was observing the activities around him and asking in a low voice.
In the letter Arthur sent him, he did not explain the specific situation, but only asked Gawain to return to London at a selected date to discuss important matters.
On the way back, Gawain kept thinking whether Arthur had encountered some big problem that was difficult to solve, so he had to call him back from outside.
Arthur glanced around to make sure that no one had noticed them, and then briefly explained Mavey's plan in a voice that only two people could hear.
After listening, Gawain nodded thoughtfully: "So that's it..."
"To do this, you need to provide all the private information. If you don't want to, I can understand." Arthur said: "I can find other candidates."
"No, Your Highness." Gawain said in a serious tone: "Your Highness, you know me. Over the years, I have been investigating the cause of my father's death. Although I suspect that it is related to the eldest prince and the others, I have never mastered conclusive evidence, and I I have to be busy with company affairs and can't spare time. Coupled with identity issues, many things are difficult to conduct in-depth investigations... Exchanging identities with Father Mawei can help me get away from company affairs, so that I have enough time. Go do other things."
"You agreed?"
"Um."
"Okay, come to this address tonight, someone will pick you up there."
Arthur took out a piece of paper the size of a finger, handed it to Gawain, then stood up and walked to the baptistery, while Gawain took the opportunity to leave the church.
At 9 o'clock in the evening, as the night got darker, a grand carnival party was being held on Albany Street on the east side of Regent's Park. A mysterious wealthy businessman bought all the beer in the Madame Breasts pub and provided it to the guests for free. As soon as the news As word spread, residents immediately swarmed the streets and packed the streets.
With such a lively scene, the witchers naturally have to keep a close eye on it. Even Scotland Yard has stepped up patrols near Albany Street. Not only are residents coming to this street to receive free beer, there are also people who come to smell the smell. 'mouse'.
In order to prevent their wallets from being stolen, many experienced residents simply leave their wallets at home and only carry a few pennies with them for emergencies. In this way, even if the money is stolen, they don’t have to worry and can just use it as money to buy beer.
As more and more people gathered on Albany Street, Gawain's figure also appeared in the crowd. He followed the crowd and came little by little to the door of the Lady Breast Tavern and sneaked into the store.
Glass after glass of refreshing beer with bubbles and foam was passed to the customers who entered the store. The boss, who was wearing low-cut clothing and exposed two hemispheres, winked at the customers in a charming way. The customers stared wide-eyed. He wished he could plunge into the soft breasts of the landlady, but no one noticed Gawain next to him.
Gawain hid at the edge of the crowd and moved slowly towards the bar. Just as he was approaching the partition of the bar, an arm suddenly grabbed his sleeve from below. Gawain lowered his head and saw a man with dirty cheeks and wearing a The little girl in the red plaid skirt is about twelve or thirteen years old.
The little girl made a silent gesture to him, pulled him through the counter partition, bent down, and came to the backstage of the tavern.
Gawain has never seen this little girl. He doesn't even know that the proprietress of the Breast Tavern is also loyal to Arthur. Arthur is very mysterious. He trusts Gawain and his Knights of the Round Table, but trust is trust. There are many secrets that only he knows.
The backstage of the tavern was filled with wooden boxes and oak barrels for wine. It was crowded and narrow. The little girl shuttled among them, as agile as a red elf. She led Gawain all the way to the storage room, pushed aside the dusty shelves, and pressed the button with her left hand. The second stone tile in the third row and the fifth stone tile in the first row on the right just heard a "click" and the floor bounced up.
As Gawain watched, the little girl stood on tiptoes and took down the kerosene lamp hanging on the wall, raised it high, and handed it to Gawain.
"..."
Gawain took the kerosene lamp, and the little girl opened the raised floor. Below was a dark staircase leading underground. She pushed Gawain's back with both hands and pushed Gawain forward until Gawain walked into the staircase. Then he closed the floor, jumped up and stepped on it a few times.
After making sure that the floor was perfectly closed, he restored the shelf to its original position, then grabbed the earthen jar placed in the corner, grabbed a handful of the dust inside, and sprinkled it finely on the floor and shelves.
Gawain walked alone in the dark and dark tunnel. The darkness around him was closing in, and the air was freezing and biting.
The proprietress of the busty tavern, the little girl, the mysterious wealthy businessman who reserved the place...
Of course, these phenomena are not coincidence, but what Arthur did. Gawain knows nothing. He has just returned to London, and this is not his territory.
"His Royal Highness is so well hidden..."
While walking, Gawain suddenly sighed quietly.
He couldn't see through Arthur, or in other words, Arthur had changed a lot in the year since he returned to London.
Arthur is no longer the same as when he was in New Ross City. He has made more arrangements in London. Mrs. Breast's tavern is just one of them. There are other invisible places... How many more are there?
Vaguely, Gawain recalled the scene when he and Arthur first met many years ago. At that time, Arthur was just a child swallowed by hatred. Now, many years have passed, and Arthur...
He has grown into a real man.
He became reserved and silent.
In Arthur, Gawain saw a trace of the aura of a king.
As the second seat of the Knights of the Round Table and one of the first members to pledge allegiance, Gawain felt that he should be happy for Arthur's growth, but while he was happy, he actually felt a trace of fear.
You know, kings are often cold-blooded creatures.
Praise and encouragement to subordinates, even closeness and love, are just ways for kings to control others.
"You should be wary of smiles on other people's faces, not hate."
"Hate makes you alert, but smile paralyzes you."
"When the superior person smiles at you, it's time for you to think about your own progress and retreat."
Gawain's father's voice sounded in his mind. Arthur rarely smiled, and even when he did smile, it was a sneer at his enemies. When he was with his subordinates, he often showed no expression.
While thinking, Gawain came to an iron door. There were no cloaks and swords belonging to the Knights of the Round Table hanging next to the door, which meant that the proprietress of the Lady's Tavern was not a Knight of the Round Table. The secret passage in the storage room might be a special emergency entrance.
Looking at the rust stains on the iron door due to long years of experience, Gawain became more convinced that Arthur had established this secret passage a long time ago. He took a deep breath and raised his hand to knock on the door.
Dongdong!
Click...
The heavy iron door opened, and a warm current rushed in. In the spacious dark room, there was a huge wooden round table. Above the table, six bright red flags hung, which were the commandments of the Knights of the Round Table.
【Never rage and murder】
【Never betray】
.......
Everything is the same as the layout of the darkroom located under New Ross City. I don’t know who imitated whom.
At the top of the round table, there was a blond man sitting, it was Arthur. Next to him, there were several familiar and unfamiliar people sitting.
"Gawain, let me introduce you. These are Father Mawei, Raven Berger and Daniel..."
Strange because before today, Gawain had never had a formal relationship with Ma Wei. Familiar because Gawain had already investigated Ma Wei.
Gawain took off his hat and leaned forward slightly: "Father Mavey, first time meeting, I am Russell Benjamin."
"Mr. Benjamin, I have long admired your name." Ma Wei smiled and said: "I have heard Arthur mention you a long time ago, the second knight of the Round Table, Gawain riding the white horse...right?"
"You are flattering." Gawain said neither humble nor arrogant.
"Sit down."
Arthur waved to Gawain and motioned for him to sit next to him. After asking the maid to bring the red wine, he said in a deep voice: "After tonight, Gawain, you are no longer Russell Benjamin. You cannot contact your relatives in any way. , you must completely forget Russell Benjamin’s identity, there is only one Russell Benjamin in the Kingdom of Windsor, and that is Father Marvey, do you understand?”
"clear."
"If you have something you want to say to your family, write it down as soon as possible."
"They already know what I want to say."
"Um."
Arthur nodded slightly, looked at Ma Wei, and after their eyes met, he said again:
"Then let's get started, Gawain. Tell Father Mavey all the information about Russell Benjamin without any omission. No matter what happens in the future, you can't interfere with Russell Benjamin's affairs until the exchange is over."
