Fog City, outside the city, Sir Pukins Manor.

In the Knight Agency, in front of the huge round table, everyone was sitting around. They were all the heads of the Knight Agency in various places. At this time, they all had the same box placed in front of them.

This place is tightly guarded because, just outside the door of the Round Table Conference Room, except for Lancelot who has been kidnapped, all the current Twelve Round Tables are guarding here, as well as nearly thirty knights.

And hundreds of elite knights.

"let's start."

Sir Pugins said softly, and first opened the box in front of him. He took out a green gem the size of a pebble.

At the same time, the heads of knight agencies in various places also took out the same things from the boxes in front of them at almost the same time.

After that, Sir Pugins unscrewed the carving on the cane, then inserted it into a small indentation on the table in front of him... and turned it.

The sound of gears turning was heard, and the floor of the center of the round table opened at this time, and a statue of a king holding a sword slowly emerged from under the floor.

On the blade of the stone sword held by the statue, there are impressive circular grooves, which correspond to the gems held by each person in charge.

When each gem seemed to be pulled by something and flew out of their hands automatically, and then embedded itself in the groove of the stone sword, everyone held their breath and watched this scene cautiously.

"Although I have always known of its existence, I have never actually seen it since I took over... I never thought that I would actually be able to see it in my lifetime."

The speaker was an old man who was much older than Sir Pugins. His eyes were blurred and unblinking, staring closely at the changes on the statue every moment.

Click!

Suddenly, a soft noise alarmed everyone, and they saw that the statue of the king, starting from the head, automatically split open and spread out... like petals in full bloom, what was finally revealed was a small stone.

And among the stones, there was a simple stone cup.

"This...is this the legendary Holy Grail?"

Everyone who had never thought that the Holy Grail would look like this suddenly felt indescribable disappointment. Perhaps in their imagination, the Holy Grail should be more valuable. Maybe it doesn't need to be too gorgeous, at least it should make people feel...

That's what makes it extraordinary as soon as you take a look at it.

But this silence only lasted for a few seconds. After a few seconds, the Holy Grail on the stone platform suddenly trembled, and a large number of cracks even appeared on its body.

Tsk tsk, tsk tsk!

After violent trembling, it completely shattered, and only a dazzling golden light was seen, filling every part of the room in an instant, making them unable to open their eyes.

After their eyes had adjusted, they looked at it again with uncertainty. After that, they could no longer conceal their excitement. What they saw in front of them was the real Holy Grail.

It seems to have infinite magic power. Even if they take a quick look, their souls seem to be pulled, and the scene of heaven can't help but appear in front of their eyes.

Peace, happiness, satisfaction... The feeling that human beings should have can bring about pleasure, which instantly filled their hearts... A strange but seemingly obsessed smile of satisfaction appeared on their faces.

meaning.

Cackling!

The sound of knocking suddenly sounded at this time, and everyone suddenly shuddered and woke up, only to see that this was the sound made by Sir Pugins tapping his cane on the table.

"Everyone, please keep quiet." Sir Pugins said slowly as if he didn't see everyone losing their composure.

Everyone sighed.

"The grape cup in the Last Supper, according to legend, even once contained the blood of the Holy Son...a magic cup that can grant any wish." The old man murmured to himself at this moment.

"Everyone, this is not the Holy Grail in the Bible, but something made in that sinful place a hundred years ago. It only has the name of the Holy Grail, but it is by no means a sacred thing." An old woman frowned at this time.

"It's very clear in the literature that a sacrifice is required to activate it!"

After talking about the sacrifice, his willpower was slightly weakened. At this time, another person in charge of the knight agency, who was still obsessed with the cup on the stone platform, woke up from a dream and broke out in a cold sweat.

"So Pugins, the [Holy Grail] has been taken out, what are you going to do with the most critical part... the sacrifice?"

Facing the gazes of everyone, Sir Pugins took a deep breath and said slowly: "It needs to swallow the soul to activate. Of course, the soul of a living person is impossible, so I plan to use something else this time.

"

"Well...it's actually better to use death row prisoners as sacrifices, but unfortunately the death penalty has been abolished now." Someone suggested: "Maybe we can try to use those super criminals. Anyway, our relationship with the Magicians Association is somewhat tense now.

There is no need for those wanted criminals who were originally going to be handed over to them."

Sir Pugins shook his head, "After arresting those criminals, they have notified the Magicians Association simultaneously. If they cannot produce it at this time, it will inevitably arouse their suspicion... Even if it is because of the country's problems, a hundred years ago

We were once allies, so there is no need to really bring the relationship to a freezing point."

"Then what are you going to do? Do you have any other good sacrifices? Do you plan to use the heroic souls in the Hall of Heroes?!"

Sir Pugins waved his hand to make people calm down, "Perhaps it is God's will. Just before the crisis of the 'Doomsday Myth' was launched, the Knight Agency of Fog City happened to smash a criminal group that smuggled orcs... At present,

This group of orcs is here."

"Orcs...orcs?" Someone muttered.

"Since they are orc slaves who were captured and sold, it is possible that the slave traders would not dare to capture the ruthless shelter members among the orcs..." someone said.

"That's it, I haven't seen it." This person was even more direct.

"Okay, Pugins, even if you choose the sacrifice, you can't do it blatantly..." The old man mused: "Especially not in front of the Twelve Knights, this will shake their faith in knights.

of."

"Don't worry, I've taken care of it." Sir Pugins was expressionless, but he knocked on the table with his cane again.

The wall on one side of the round table conference room was slowly moved away, and a knight with a cold face, blood stained on his body, and a bloody sword in his hand slowly walked in.

The strong smell of blood instantly made everyone frown, and the moment they looked into the eyes of this cold-eyed knight, they couldn't help but feel a chill.

"This is Knight Simpton." Sir Pukins said calmly: "I have asked him to take care of it in advance... What he holds in his hand is the magic sword [Hegni], the souls of those orcs,

It has been stored in this magic sword."

"Simpton? Is that him, that kid..."

The people in charge began to look at the gloomy man in front of them again, and some information about Simpson also began to emerge in their minds.

Many years ago, a violent orc appeared... This orc's ferocity once gave the knight organization and even the entire magician association a headache.

In the end, the orc was rounded up and killed. However, when the troops at that time found the base camp of the violent orc, they also rescued many innocent humans...most of them were women.

What shocked the troops even more was that these women all gave birth to children as a result of being raped by this violent orc...and these children were used in various experiments.

Even if they were rescued later, these children were basically broken... Among them, there seemed to be only one conscious child left.

Later, the child was raised by the knight organization and eventually became a great knight...

…

As if he didn't see the eyes of these people in charge, Knight Simpton lowered his head slightly at this time.

Pugins also pretended that everyone's surprised looks were gone, and said slowly: "Okay, Lord Simpton, I will give you the glory of activating the [Holy Grail], are you ready?"

"Yes, my-lord."

Lord Knight Simpson raised his sword in salute, and then walked step by step to the stand where the [Holy Grail] was placed. He placed the tip of the magic sword in his hand on the rim of the [Holy Grail]... and saw blood starting to flow from the sword.

It gushed out from the blade and then dripped into the [Holy Grail].

"The power activated by the [Holy Grail] will increase based on the number of sacrifices." Sir Pugins said seriously: "There are forty-three orc souls here. I want the [Holy Grail] to directly solve this crisis."

of."

"What are you going to do, Pugins?"

"The root cause of this riot is the 'Doomsday Myth' organization." Pukins said directly: "We need all the intelligence of this organization, including personnel lists, locations... Only by fundamentally eliminating it can we avoid future incidents.

This kind of thing.”

Drops of blood dripped from the magic sword, and when the cup was almost half full... the [Holy Grail] once again burst out with dazzling brilliance.

At the same time, an ancient sheepskin scroll slowly appeared in front of Sir Pugins...

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Pay/pay to the bustard, 5 million yuan.

Of course, such a prompt sound is impossible to appear. What appears is just a prompt similar to this format.

The approximate content is:

You have an amount of ordinary souls credited to your account, quantity +: 43.

In Boss Luo's mind, he once again heard the luoli sound of the altar that he had imagined.

"Why do I suddenly feel like I was cleaning up the room and found a hundred yuan in the pocket of a piece of clothing I haven't worn for a long time..."

"Master?" The maid who didn't understand the sudden words from her master tilted her head slightly, her hair hanging down.

"Ah... don't move, this is a good posture."

Boss Luo, who wrote a motto for himself, decided to do a lot of things, and at the same time, to avoid being trapped in endless transactions and unable to extricate himself, so he exercised restraint and did not continue the time-killing activity of [observation].

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In the room, the maid was starting the famous photography activity with her master.

After all, it's a long night.

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To be continued...