Since he didn't have dinner, Wasco picked up a hamburger and started munching on it. This old knight of the Holy Church was just like what he said. He wasn't a picky eater, even though the hamburger in his hand was already eaten by the young knight.
"Sir, there's still … a new one," the young knight who had his share eaten said politely.
Wasco acted like he didn't hear anything. He took the Coke from the young knight and drank a few mouthfuls. Then, he wiped the sauce off his lips with his palm. "How's the investigation on the people I asked you to investigate?"
The young knight could only quickly report.
For the past few months, the Holy Church had been searching for the Black Order. However, the Black Order had always been well-hidden.
They hid in the darkness, preparing to bring disaster to the Holy Church at any moment … The reason why they came to this small town was because they had discovered some clues that might lead them to the whereabouts of the Black Nunnery. Originally, this was just a mission for a few young Holy Knights. Vasco, on the other hand, had suddenly joined them with unknown motives.
"I've investigated it." The young knight sorted out his thoughts and said slowly, "Sure enough, these people were indeed students at the University of St. Andrews. They knew the British Prime Minister who was also studying at the University of St. Andrews. Of course, the former Prime Minister was just an ordinary student at that time."
Wasco nodded and began to organize the information that the Holy Church had.
Just a few weeks ago, a very serious [Inhuman] case happened in the capital of Britain. It led to a riot in the city. This incident was caused by the orcs. In the end, the [Magician's Association] intervened and ended it.
Ordinary people's memories were washed away by the Rain of Oblivion, but [Inhuman] didn't. There was no such thing as a wall that didn't have a crack. The riot in the Fog City had already appeared in the ears of the [Inhuman] world on the second day.
Wasco took out a few photos from the documents … In the photos, there were a few warriors wearing strange exoskeleton armors … [The Fianna], part of the Bosnia Warriors.
This group of warriors was the first to be built by the Britons themselves. It was a secret weapon that was used to fight against the traditional knights. Unfortunately, [The Fianna] that was built with a huge amount of manpower and material resources was easily defeated when she fought against the current Orc King, Caesar.
Not only that, but the Prime Minister had also lost his life in that calamity … as for the cause of death, the British government did not announce it, but the Holy Church was not concerned about what the cause of death was … What the Church was concerned about was the equipment of that warrior group … Dragonrider armor!
"Ten years ago." Wasco said slowly, "The Black Order once developed a special armor that greatly increased the combat power of ordinary people. If it wasn't for the fact that it couldn't be mass produced, with the ability of that armor, the Black Order would definitely have a huge impact on the Holy Church … Ten years later, the Dragonrider armor appeared in the secret department of the British government. "
The young knight nodded and compared the mysterious armor of the Black Order from ten years ago with the Dragonrider armor of the warrior group from Wasco's hands. He said seriously, "Although the appearance is very different, based on the basic structure, they seem to be related … After all, ten years have passed. If the Black Order is still developing this armor … it is very likely that it will look like this Dragonrider armor."
"The Dragonrider armor in the hands of the British warrior group has a lot to do with the armor of the Black Order back then." Wasco said seriously, "According to the data, the person responsible for developing this Dragonrider armor graduated from this university. Although the Prime Minister is already dead, he was also a student of this university … Although there is no direct evidence, there is reason to believe that there may be clues about the Black Order hidden in this university. So, you must move around more these few days. Don't let anything suspicious slip by. "
"Yes!"
The young knights hurriedly saluted!
Wasco nodded and prepared to go inside to rest, but before he left, he suddenly turned around and asked, "Right … Is there a way to take away the air here? I'm not talking about one or two cans, but a lot! "
"…" The young knight stared blankly, then looked at his companion with a dumbfounded expression. Finally, he braced himself and said, "Then … how about we get a few more cans of compressed air?"
"Mm …" Unexpectedly, Wasco nodded at this time. "Sounds like a way … Your answer is not bad. Keep up the good work!"
"Yes …"
Seeing that the Church's senior Holy Knight had finally entered the room to rest, the young Holy Knights slowly let out a sigh of relief. They felt as if the long flow of time had suddenly come to an end.
The young knight who didn't even dare to breathe in front of Wasco breathed a sigh of relief. He also became more comfortable and less reserved.
"Why do you think Lord Wasco came to this remote place with our team this time? We're just doing an ordinary investigation. It stands to reason that such a big shot shouldn't accompany us, right? "
"I know a little about this."
"Tell us!"
The young men hurriedly approached each other to the extent that their heads were about to touch.
"I heard that there's a powerful priest in the Holy Church who lives in seclusion in this place … It seems to be a high-level secret. I heard it once by accident when the Hierarch let it slip."
"Seclusion? A powerful priest? How powerful is he? How could he make Lord Wasco come here in person? "
"It's said that he's the former warden of the Godly Might Prison … Later, he was removed because he secretly let a traitor knight go. Then, he came here to live in seclusion …"
One of the knights said in surprise, "Even if he's a traitor knight, he's still the warden of the Godly Might Prison. How could he be removed so easily?"
"It's said that this traitor was not an ordinary knight but a member of the Knights Templar. He was a comrade-in-arms of Lord Wasco in the same era. Later, this traitor knight even joined the knight organization of Britain. I'm afraid that he exposed a lot of secrets of the Holy Church … Therefore, the situation is quite serious."
The young knights couldn't help but look at each other in bewilderment.
"I say … Why do I suddenly feel that this task is not an ordinary investigation task but a hidden task in the nightmare mode?"
At this moment, the door of the room was suddenly smashed by something, making a loud noise.
Wasco shouted in the room, "You pieces of garbage! Go out and investigate if you're energetic!"
Everyone was as silent as cicadas in cold weather and hurriedly fled the apartment.
…
The apartment became quiet all of a sudden.
Inside the room, Wasco simply took off his coat and sat in front of the mirror. At this moment, the mirror began to change … The surface of the mirror seemed to have melted, and a human face floated out little by little.
"Stella's attitude is very tough. It seems that there is no way to persuade him to return in a short time." Wasco looked at the human face in the mirror and said slowly.
"As expected." The human face said indifferently, "Back then, the Church only criticized him but did not punish him further. It was he who left the Godly Might Prison in private and came to this place. You have known each other for many years. Naturally, you know his character. "
"I'll look for him again." Wasco sighed slowly.
The human face in the mirror said, "It would be best if you can summon Stella back, but there's no need to force it. Stella has a firm and loyal belief. This is something that cannot be doubted. You can be at ease … This time, you have to focus on investigating the Black Religious Congregation as well as another matter. "
"Don't worry, I will." Wasco nodded.
The human face in the mirror immediately said, "According to the information, Farlier has been released from prison in private … The Twelve Evilest Knights in History is like an unstable bomb. He may be hiding somewhere in Britain. You have to be more careful. "
"Don't worry. If there is a chance, I also want to fight this legendary mad knight." Wasco laughed softly.
Farlier, the Twelve Evilest Knights in History … But before that, he was the strongest knight in history.
The Twelve Knights of the Round Table and the Temple Knights of the Church were also knights in name … But for the past hundred years, Farlier's name had always suppressed the entire Temple Knights.
Although they were the servants of God, but whether they were convinced in their hearts, perhaps only they themselves knew.
"Don't complicate matters." The human face in the mirror knew Wasco's character very well. At this time, after repeatedly reminding him, he sighed and said, "Our belief may be facing an unprecedented challenge. The Black Order's activity may be just a sign. The real enemy is still behind us."
"Club …" Wasco was deep in thought.
But the mirror had returned to its original state … Wasco took a deep breath and then walked to the window.
He knelt down in front of the window. Before becoming a Temple Knight, he was a devout believer. Naturally, he did not lack the daily homework of praying.
…
…
Fog City.
In the former base of the [Fianna] warrior regiment.
Why the former?
It was like this. Since the prime minister died in the riot in Fog City, this base, which was built by the former prime minister, had been absorbed by the royal family and then incorporated into the knight organization.
Under the instructions of Her Majesty, the former [Fianna] warrior regiment was not abolished. Instead, it began to be rebuilt. As for the few warriors who survived the riot, they were the coaches of the rebuilt new warrior regiment.
The rebuilding of [Fianna] was done after careful consideration … In the riot, although the queen succeeded in centralizing power and reorganizing the knight organization, a large number of knights in the knight organization were also sacrificed in this rebellion … The knight organization was in the stage of being reborn. The future was good, but at present, Britain's [Inhuman] strength had become weak. Therefore, the royal family had to fill the gap in the [Inhuman] field as soon as possible.
The rebuilding of [Fianna] naturally went with the flow. Moreover, although the prime minister died, he left a lot of information in [Fianna] base, which was convenient for Her Majesty now.
After all, it was ready-made …
By the way, one of the twelve knights, [Bedivere], proposed to create the members of [Tactical Music Combo], and they were usually trained in this base.
[Fianna]'s dragonrider armor could protect ordinary people like Will and the others very well. At the same time, through the modification of the dragonrider armor, it could greatly improve the orc siblings' flexibility on the battlefield. Of course, all of this was on the premise that the members of [Tactical Music Combo] could use the dragonrider armor skillfully.
"Run ten more laps! Listen, only a strong body and willpower can support you to go further on the battlefield! "
On the field, in addition to the young people who were newly selected to participate in the rebuilding of the warrior regiment, there were three older men running at the back. They were sweating profusely.
Will and Will's two best friends.
"Why do we have to undergo physical training here … Where is the hot air Basara? I want to sing, I want to play the guitar, I don't want to run! "
"The singers are Lale and Oga."
"I don't care, I'm here to play the guitar, I want to sing, I want to pick up girls … Oh! The Great Demon King is here again … "
Will's best friend immediately covered his buttocks. His movements were awkward, but his face was full of fear as he continued to run … There was a shiny throwing knife stuck in his buttocks at this time.
In the beginning, a man dressed as a clown was lying on a beach chair under a big tree, drinking fruit juice while enjoying the beautiful sun … It was the clown [Dagonite], one of the Twelve Knights of the Round Table.
After Sir Hopkins was defeated, Mr. Gareth of the Twelve Knights became the new person in charge of the Knight Organization, and the other Twelve Knights returned to their original positions … Only this clown knight was now the chief instructor of [Fianna]'s base and could receive two salaries.
At this time, a drone slowly flew over … There was a phone hanging on the drone. It landed in front of Dagonite.
Mr. Clown, who was enjoying a leisurely afternoon, suddenly put on a sad face and took the phone … The caller was Mr. Gareth, who was working in the Knight Organization.
"Hey, Gareth, you finally remembered that you still owe me a year's salary. Are you ready to transfer it to me? I recently took a fancy to a sports car … "
"There are people from the Holy Church who have illegally entered the country." Mr. Gareth in the organization said directly, "I suspect that they are here for the Dragonrider armor."
"Do you have evidence?" Mr. Clown asked curiously.
"Not at the moment." Mr. Gareth said in a low voice, "But we found out that he had contact with the Black Order from the information we left in the base. This is true … Dagonite, most of the parts of the Dragonrider armor were plundered from America in the name of pirates by Caesar, who was secretly funded by the Prime Minister … But the most important design drawings and technical support are still a mystery to this day …"
"What do you want me to do?" Mr. Clown asked directly.
Mr. Gareth said in a bad mood, "I want you to investigate … Especially the matter of the Holy Church entering the country. Back then, because of the Amonst incident, the Knight Organization and the Holy Church had some conflicts. "
"Some conflicts?" Mr. Clown laughed and said, "We are poaching the Holy Church's Knights Templar. Only now did I know that the Holy Church is actually so generous. "
"Are you going or not? Don't interrupt!" Mr. Gareth's tone became heavier.
Mr. Clown said, "I can go. The key is, is there any travel fee? I recently took a fancy to a villa … "
"You just said a sports car!"
"Yes! Buying a villa comes with a sports car … Do you want one too? "
Mr. Clown was still smiling. His time was always accompanied by laughter … the laughter of a crying face.
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