Trafford’s Trading Club

Chapter 1309: Chapter 36: The Bronze Gong of Destinies Rings in the Sacred Temple (7)

Farael… hadn’t he already left the Island Prison, so why did he suddenly appear here?

Gareth, who had long since witnessed the Power of this strongest Great Knight from a hundred years ago, quickly recovered from his shock, while a huge question mark floated up in his mind.

The stab wound in his back still hurt like hell, but with a body tempered beyond human limits, he still managed to control his muscles well, forcibly closing the edges of the wound… as for his internal organs, there was nothing he could do for the moment, he could only endure it.

Both hands pressed on the hilt, he pushed himself up, then, enduring the kind of pain that turned his mind blank, he wrenched the sword out of the ground by sheer force.

“Last night, I really have to thank you for your hospitality… Mr. Farell.”

The tip of his sword rose, pointing at Farael in front of him, but the blade also wavered unsteadily; Gareth’s face was full of grim solemnity at this moment.

“Your swordsmanship isn’t much.” Farael said indifferently, “But your fighting spirit is not bad.”

“That might be… the kind of comment that makes me feel pleased.” With a not-too-ugly smile, Gareth calculated inwardly, in his current state, how long he could possibly hold this man off.

One second, two seconds… or three?

But to Gareth’s surprise, Farael did not make a move against him next, but instead walked over to the fallen Simpton.

The moment he walked past Gareth, this young and promising member of the Twelve Knights secretly let out a breath… yes, there was a distinct feeling of relief.

Gareth suddenly shuddered violently, then turned around. He saw that Farael had already walked up to Simpton, and was bending down to pick the Demonic Sword up from the ground.

What happened next was once again astonishing… when Farael grasped the hilt to lift it, this Demonic Sword actually turned into a pile of gray sand, scattering directly before it was even raised.

Farael did not frown; he merely glanced casually at Simpton’s body—same thing, this blood‑soaked body instantly turned into a heap of sand.

“This isn’t real either?” Gareth jerked in shock, then began nervously watching the movement all around.

If Simpton backstabbed him again, he might truly never get back up!

“He’s gone.” Farael looked over and said calmly, “I let him go.”

“What?!” Gareth stared at him in disbelief—then suddenly remembered Farael’s deeds; he was a madman—a real madman.

Unlike Jester Dagonet, who only did things somewhat out of line but never crossed the bottom line—Farael had truly slaughtered the Twelve Round Table and a large number of internal elites of the Organization; a lunatic!

“Because I’m very curious.” Farael suddenly said, “This Demonic Sword is something I once confiscated and had sealed away… even the Twelve Knights would not be granted the right to use it, let alone a mere Great Knight.”

“You…” Gareth instantly frowned. “What do you mean?”

“No idea, for the moment.” Farael shook his head, then gazed thoughtfully into the distance. “But it shouldn’t be long before we know.”

With that, he very straightforwardly turned and walked away right in front of Mr. Gareth.

Mr. Gareth had intended to stop him in the next instant, but in the end he did not take even a single step, and wasn’t even able to raise his sword again—the man before him was a monster that robbed one of even the confidence to fight.

He exhaled heavily.

“Wait for me!! You old bastard!!!”

Right then, a crisp woman’s voice rang out; in his astonishment he saw the Mind Witch, in a flowing purple gown, hurrying over in a fluster.

“You…”

“Hi hi~”

The Knight had only gotten a single word out.

Because as Ms. Witch passed by him, she even took the time to greet him casually, then hitched up her dress and ran off after Farael.

Gareth suddenly collapsed and sat down on the ground… two major felons had just walked away right in front of his eyes.

“I’ve… really hit my limit…”

Gareth lay down on the ground… as his consciousness blurred, he vaguely seemed to see someone approaching him.

It looked like a group of figures in cloaks… and a little bird that glowed?

…

…

The large truck drove steadily on, but Mr. Nick still kept a close eye on the man in the passenger seat, as if afraid he’d suddenly say something like, “Why don’t I take over for a bit, you look tired,” or the like.

At this time, the mysterious young magician’s gaze was fixed only on the left rearview mirror outside the truck.

“See something back there?” the black gentleman couldn’t help asking curiously.

Luo Qiu merely smiled. “Nothing anymore, looks like it’s already wrapped up.”

Wrapped up?

Nick frowned slightly and instinctively checked the right rearview mirror himself… but on the street behind them, aside from the destruction visible everywhere, there wasn’t a single human figure to be seen.

Looked like the evacuation work had gone fairly well?

He kept feeling this young magician’s background was far too irregular… the same went for Miss Beastkin.

“Right, that companion of yours… that Lady Septcolor Geranium, where is she?” Nick asked in a seemingly casual tone.

“Her?” Boss Luo said offhandedly, “Seems she went to see her student.”

“Student?” Nick started, then understood. “Oh… that lady’s student ran into danger?”

Perhaps in this riot, they were caught in peril, and for a teacher to go to the rescue was the most natural thing in the world.

“There’s a bit of trouble, yeah, just a little.” Luo Qiu smiled. “But dealing with people’s troubles is exactly what we do.”

The truck suddenly slammed on the brakes—not because that answer made him react like that, but because right in front of the truck, someone had made a stop gesture!

It was a Knight, a Knight from the Agency!

Ahead, a squad of ten or so Knights had appeared, and among them was a young man in a doctor robe.

“Bedivere!” Nick cried out in surprise—the name of that doctor.

“That’s Bedivere, one of our Round Table Organization’s Twelve Knights! Not just a Knight, but also a highly skilled surgeon.”

The young doctor… Bedivere now had both hands in the pockets of his white robe, looking straight at Nick and Luo Qiu through the truck’s windshield.

The sudden braking made Klein hurry out of the rear compartment—these two trainee Knights and support personnel, who had been roaming on their own halfway, were finally linking up with the main force here.

“You’re Klein? I’ve heard your name—you’re Gareth’s student, right? One of the candidates for the next Inheritance.” The doctor calmly looked at Klein and nodded—he had no particular impression of Nick.

After all, he wasn’t the Round Table guardian of the Fog Capital Knight Agency.

“Sir Bedivere, why are you here… It doesn’t look like there was any fighting here?”

Klein looked around at this time; there were no traces of a recent battle, and there were no controlled Beastmen by Bedivere and the others’ side either.

He only heard Bedivere explain, “I was originally in charge of evacuating the crowd. But the area I was responsible for has pretty much been cleared… This time, I came here specifically to wait for you.”

“To wait for us?” Klein and Nick both opened their mouths in surprise.

Bedivere nodded. “The fact that you successfully used a sound-type Magic Technique to hypnotize the Frenzied Beastmen has already been reported back. The two Elders of the Birmingham Knight Agency and the Edinburgh Knight Organization in charge of commanding this suppression operation gave me the order to come and assist you.”

“So that’s how it is…” Klein nodded, though what he found strange in his heart was—why wasn’t Sir Pukins the overall commander of this operation?

Maybe the Sir had more important things to do… Klein didn’t think too much about it; Bedivere’s appearance was naturally a huge pleasant surprise for him.

“So, this is the free magician proficient in sound magic?” Bedivere once again looked at the person in the front passenger seat.

The moment their gazes met, Luo Qiu merely nodded to Sir Bedivere and showed a friendly smile.

“He’s not.” Nick quickly said at this time, “He and another Secret Artisan who calls herself ‘Septcolor Geranium’ are civilian Righteous Warriors who joined us halfway. The one who can sing is still in the container.”

“I see…” Bedivere nodded, but in his heart he couldn’t help feeling a bit puzzled by the name ‘Septcolor Geranium’… It seemed like he’d heard it somewhere before, but he couldn’t quite recall it for the moment.

“Sir Bedivere! We’re just about to head to the next suppression point! It’s great that we ran into you, this way it’ll be much easier for us!” Klein was genuinely overjoyed at this time.

He had an unusually stubborn admiration for the Round Table Knights; being able to fight side by side with them this time was something that would be enough to get him excited just thinking back on it later!

“We’re not going. We’ll stay right here.” But Bedivere shook his head at this moment. “You’ll stay here as well.”

“What?”

Klein and Nick couldn’t help being stunned.

They only heard Bedivere say calmly, “The way you’re doing it, going one point at a time, is far too inefficient. I’m afraid even by dawn we still won’t have resolved this incident… So, I brought some people with me.”

As he spoke, a minivan that had been parked by the side suddenly turned its lights on. The door opened, and several people in plain clothes stepped out one after another—not only that one vehicle; there were at least three more cars next to it, and people began to get out of those as well.

Twenty-six people in total… These people were dressed in all sorts of ways, but Klein faintly sensed unusual levels of Magic Power from them all.

“These people are…”

Bedivere said directly, “Some of them are magician consultants within our Knight Agency, and some are civilian magicians—like the ones you met earlier, they also intend to help us as Righteous Warriors.”

“Sir Bedivere, you’re planning to…” Nick, who seemed to somewhat grasp Bedivere’s intention, asked in delight.

Bedivere nodded. “That’s right. I plan to use a composite sound-expansion Magic Technique, and combine it with these magicians, to ensure enough Magic Power and range—the most efficient way, of course, is to sing only once and cover the entire Fog Capital.”

“Then what are we waiting for!!” Klein was so excited his whole being seemed to light up—like his life had instantly reached a cli//max, his eyes shining.

Right then, Will, Cheng Yiran, and the Beastman siblings all came down from the container one after another, looking puzzled—they seemed to have heard about this plan.

It sounded like they’d just heard something huge.

At this moment, Bedivere walked calmly over to stand before Luo Qiu, and in a probing tone said, “Mr. free magician, even if you don’t understand sound-type Magic Techniques, you should still be able to help by just injecting Magic Power, right?”

All this time, Doctor Bedivere had never sensed even the slightest Magic Power from the other party—though that said, it wasn’t like there weren’t secret ways to conceal it. After all, free magicians who roamed the world tended to have all sorts of odd and bizarre abilities.

“Should… be fine?” Luo Qiu thought about it.

Hmm, Magic Power… what’s that?

…

…

At this time, with several magician consultants from the Knight Agency taking the lead, a bunch of folk eccentrics and Righteous Warriors started directly carving a huge composite sound-expansion magic formation on the highway.

The few ordinary people on site couldn’t help clicking their tongues in amazement; some even took out their phones, intending to record this scene—only for their phones to be immediately confiscated by a few Knights.

Will and the others could only temporarily stay off to the side.

As for Bedivere, he would occasionally glance at Ms. Lale, the ‘sound-type magician’ wrapped in a tablecloth, and her younger brother, not sure what he was thinking.

The magicians, meanwhile, were discussing rapidly.

“We should add a resonance-type expansion unit here! Through resonance, the sound can travel faster and farther, and it’ll save more Magic Power too!”

“Should we add an effect amplifier? If it’s a hypnosis-type Magic Technique, I think there’s still room here to add a Power amplifier.”

“Too complicated! That’ll make for way too many equations to calculate. We’re racing against time right now, not doing a new research project!”

As the saying goes, too many cooks spoil the broth—it was probably something like this.

Of course, this was the home turf of those magicians who had some knowledge of sound-type Magic Techniques, while there were plenty on site who had no clue about it at all and were merely there to serve as sources of Magic Power once the formation was completed.

A woman draped in a silk scarf, heavily made-up, with a bombshell figure, suddenly sashayed over to Boss Luo at this moment.

He was currently pondering whether he could use ‘thinking’ as a way to replace ‘buying.’

“Such a young magician.” The woman’s eyes were brimming with charm. “And what a nice body too, little brother… Nervous? If this is your first time running into something like this, it’s okay to be scared—I’ll take good care of you~”

“Maria, are you planning to eat tender grass as an Old Niu again here?” Not far away, an old man with a bulbous, alcoholic nose made a lazy, sarcastic remark.

The woman… Lady Maria smiled faintly, narrowed her eyes at the old man. “Next time you come to my Magic House to buy materials, I’ll give you an eighty-two percent discount~”

The old man looked like he’d just swallowed a fly and snorted coldly.

Lady Maria flipped her big wavy hair, then lowered her voice and whispered to our Boss Luo, “I’m not even thirty yet, you know.”

“You came looking for me for something?” Luo Qiu looked at her and suddenly said.

Lady Maria was taken aback; the smile on her face seemed to restrain itself a bit, and even some of the worldly air around her faded. She leaned in closer, her rather spectacular chest practically pressing up against him.

“[Septcolor Geranium]… is she your companion?”

That was her question.

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PS: Next chapter will be a bit later…