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Greenland's hair stood on end when she heard this. She rubbed her arms and said, "Of course I know. After all, if she really had some power, she would definitely not stay here so quietly."

"But just like Pais wants to use the water from the Fountain of Youth and the nectar of the Golden Apple... Sigh! Anyway, Pais must be able to use something to restore his divine body, right? Then Gaia, the mother of all things, should be able to use it too!"

Blaze was stunned, stroking his chin and thinking about this. Moreover, the Fountain of Youth alone could restore Pais's divine body, so the source of the Fountain of Youth, the Golden Apple Forest in the Aquarius, must be more effective.

Regardless, Goddess Gaia will be a secret weapon.

The killer trick is...

Blaze looked at Typhon, who was still looking at the goddess Gaia in crystal form until he felt Blaze's gaze and then he looked away.

"Do you really want my help? I am the King of Evil."

"So what if he's the King of Evil?" Blaze patted Typhon on the chest and said with a casual smile, "We've worked so hard to turn the page for the world, so the next chapter will be written by ourselves."

"That's true, but before we leave..." Typhon looked back and saw another boat slowly sailing out of the thick fog. On it was a skinny old man who was paddling the boat while flipping a broken gem coin with his dry fingers.

Of course, the old man was not killing time, but he was making a bet with the strangers on the boat. Whoever could hold out longer would get the broken gem coins.

Unfortunately, as the crisp sound coming from the boat indicated, the strangers had lost. They would not be able to defeat this old wily fellow in a short time.

As the boat docked, the lost strangers calmly raised their middle fingers to the old sly guy, and the old sly guy also raised his middle finger in response.

This kind of ridiculous prank caused ripples in the River Styx.

But after seeing Greenland and Blaze, the ferryman's expression became much more sour.

"You are here to take Typhon away, right? Hurry up and leave. This little guy doesn't even charge for the ferry. How can he ferry people for free?"

"You are so heartless." Blaze complained. Typhon could never meet any adult who would say anything nice wherever he went.

"You, you still owe me something, don't forget it." The ferryman spat into the Styx in an unlucky manner, then left with the sinking ship cursing.

"Thank you for taking me in these days." Typhon bowed solemnly towards the ferryman, and the ferryman froze in place.

After a long time, he spoke softly.

"Don't let me see you again."

Chapter 1178 Galahad's Tomb

Lancelot felt very uncomfortable.

Now the strangers from the Knights' Rank were arresting her old friends and wanted to dig up her son's grave. That was absolutely intolerable, and she had to stop them first.

But she also knew her own strengths and weaknesses. Once exposed, she might have a chance of winning in a one-on-one fight, but if she was besieged, she would be like a good dog no match for a pack of wolves.

So she bit the bullet and invited foreign aid, one of whom was the top sewing master in the current knight ranking. Most of her discomfort came from this man, after all, she was kicked out by this man.

Although the current situation was mostly due to my own lack of ability and had nothing to do with the tailor, the resistance and awkwardness in my heart were uncontrollable.

But the seamstress won fairly, so she could tolerate it, but she really couldn't stand the other person who insisted on following suit.

Counterfeiter.

Although his rank is not high, his status in [Somado] is very high. He is a master. Even a tailor will go up and say hello when he sees the counterfeiter.

Lancelot was very curious before. What exactly was this master good at that made the group of monsters in [Somado] respect him so much.

And now she really wants to slap her curious self in the face. It’s okay to be curious, but why ask!

That's right, as a knight, she should have asked openly and asked the person himself, but the answer she got was the forger's extremely serious answer.

【NTR Master】

Not only that, the forger also expressed his respect for her. She didn't understand what [NTR] meant, but the forger mentioned her forbidden relationship with the queen, and now she knew what [NTR] meant.

What made Lancelot even more embarrassed was that the forger was slow to apologize to her and said that he shouldn't have asked this question.

Lancelot now felt uncomfortable all over, but he had no choice but to continue to Galahad's tomb.

Galahad was one of the old twelve knights who went in search of the Holy Grail, and was the only one who brought it back. The price he paid was that he himself became a statue, a human-shaped Holy Grail.

She would never forget that day, she would never forget it.

She was enveloped in the water of the Holy Grail as she watched the floating debris that had once been her son.

Her time did not stop because of the water from the Holy Grail.

Was that his body? No idea, but she chose to gather the rubble and then did the worst thing she could do next to having a forbidden love affair.

That is to find a good place to bury the rubble, then solemnly erect a stone tablet and engrave "Galahad's Tomb".

Although she did not tell anyone the location of Galahad's tomb, she did not have the ability to hide the tomb on the other side of the lake. In order to let Galahad rest in peace, she even chose a place near Camelot for the tomb.

Even if she had not been caught and tortured by the Knightly Stranger, the Knightly Stranger might have discovered her casually during the search, and it is even possible that the person who discovered Galahad's tomb was not the Knightly Stranger.

Based on her understanding of strangers, it was very likely that this group of people would kick over the cemetery and dig up the grave. It was also very likely that they would find that there was only a pile of stones inside and then shout that they had been cheated and vent their anger on the stones.

"You, you foreigners, if you see the place with "Galahad's Tomb" written on it, what will you do..." Lancelot confirmed to the tailor and forger in despair.

"If it's in a special cemetery, I would think twice before doing it, considering my local reputation." The forger stroked his chin and gave a very accurate answer, "But if it's in the wild, I will definitely dig the grave. Any hesitation would be a blasphemy to my luck."

"hateful!"

Lancelot quickened her pace, and when she reached her destination, her face looked solemn.

It's not that I'm late, but that I'm just right.

The strangers from the Knights' Rank found this place and started digging the graves.

"Stop! Do not defile my son's body!"

Lancelot shouted loudly, holding the branch and glaring at the group of foreigners in the knightly formation.

The leader was sitting on a tombstone. When he saw Lancelot, his eyes lit up. He then shouted excitedly to his companions behind him: "The feminine Lancelot has appeared! We are so lucky!"

"Really? That's great, we can pack up the mother and son and take them back to exchange for points!"

Seven or eight players crawled out of the grave, each holding an ordinary-looking stone in their hands, and that stone was Galahad's body.

They expressed understanding for Lancelot's anger, as having their son's grave dug up was a natural reaction. But understanding aside, they still had to fulfill the commission.

"I knew she would just jump out. I was planning on a sneak attack."

“This is a classic scene.”

The tailor and the forger slowly walked out from the bushes behind Lancelot. The tailor clenched the needle-like rapier in his hand, glanced at the players in front of him, and added.

"If I launch a sneak attack, I can probably kill half of them in seconds. As expected of the Twelve Knights of the Old Times, she chose to challenge head-on even when she was furious. If you don't know her, you might think she was simply being crazy."

Lancelot's expression froze and he broke out in a cold sweat.

Fortunately, the tailor and the forger were all focused on the enemy in front of them.

"They are all at the level of Knight Commander... Alas, they are a bit difficult to deal with. If I use a sneak attack, I can kill at least three of them in one second." The tailor held the fine needle sword in his hand, frowned, looked at the few people, and then sighed.

"The First Knight?" The players at the Knight Commander level were not at all surprised that the tailor stood against them.

Recently there have been rumors that the First Knight or the other twelve knights have betrayed. To be honest, the players in the Knight Ranking don't care about such things at all. They are ruthless slaves and don't care where the contribution points come from. Anyway, their points come from unknown sources.

What they care about is whether they can get more points and climb to a higher level. Defeating the twelve knights can get a huge amount of points, and defeating the first knight can get the highest points.

The tailor shook the needle sword in his hand and suddenly asked, "There are no minors here, right? Minors, please raise your hands."

Two people raised their hands.

"You two should stop fighting and go. The following content is not suitable for children."

"Why, you look down on children!"

Soon the two minors knew why the Tailor wanted them to leave, and also knew why the First Knight Tailor was known as the person who was least afraid of being surrounded.

Everyone except the two of them was sewn together by the seamstress with fine needles and swords. What kind of scene was that?

To describe it in one sentence, it's like a mosaic before my eyes.

"vomit--"

Lancelot looked at the conjoined twins in front of him and finally couldn't help but dry heaving.

But as we all know, the group of players is a hive consciousness structure. Once one is triggered, other players will quickly know what is happening and swarm in.

This is scary for the BOSS, but it's equally scary for the player.

The tailor knew this very well and wanted to pack up the stones from Galahad's tomb quickly.

As soon as he picked up a piece, his usually calm face couldn't help but twitch.

Originally he was worried whether Galahad's fragments would be confused with ordinary stones, but now he doesn't have to worry about it. Each piece of Galahad's stone is a separate prop and occupies a warehouse separately.

Galahad's fragments were enough to fill a whole hole. Even if he threw away everything in the warehouse, he couldn't take them all away.

"What on earth has your son become!"

Seeing that the players were surrounding them, the tailor only had time to grab a few pieces and put them in the warehouse, then he carried Lancelot and retreated with the counterfeiter.

He originally planned to use the teleportation crystal, but because of the profession of [Feng Shui Master], the props that could guarantee escape 100% became unstable, and the probability of success was higher if he just killed his way out.

Finally, except for a few fragments, almost all of Galahad's fragments were sent to Camelot and placed in front of Morgan amid the fanatical expressions of the goblin ministers.

"vomit."

Chapter 1179 Heart of Stone

Morgan's fingers were gripping the armrests of the throne, her stomach churning. The pile of stones in front of her were clearly the bodies of one of the Twelve Knights, Galahad. What made her scalp tingle even more was the fanatical and booing goblin ministers on the side.

The atmosphere was like a cannibal's dinner party, and she was the first to enjoy it.

Morgan had no appetite at all. First, she was not a cannibal, and second, she was not a treasure miner, so she could not eat stones. But she could not do nothing. She maintained a delicate balance with the goblin minister, so now she could only return to her previous ways.

She gritted her teeth and took out a piece of Galahad's fragment, put it in front of her eyes, looked at it casually, and then threw the fragment aside.

"What useless things! What I want is gold, gems, and everything worthy of the Everqueen."

A goblin minister rushed out and caught the fragments before they fell to the ground.

Just when Morgan thought that the Goblin Minister would start to chew on the pieces like he was starving, the Goblin Minister carefully put the pieces back.

Morgan leaned lazily against the armrest, supported his head with his hands, and then raised his chin.

She has always liked this posture. When her mind is empty and she can't think of any conspiracy, she just poses in this posture facing the people below.

The people below would then start to come up with all sorts of ingenious and extremely vicious tricks. Her subordinates praised her plans, while her enemies denounced her viciousness.

Once you put yourself in her shoes, even the most upright knight can be transformed into a terrifying conspirator.

Of course, sometimes this posture is simplified to [Explain].

Claude took a deep breath and excitedly showed Morgan the twelve knights of the old times pressing forward from behind.

There are five of them in total, namely Gawain, the former Knight of the Sun, Gareth, Duke of Beautiful Palms, the sentimental knight Tristan, Bedivere who has no special features except his loyalty, and a cheap son, Mordred.

These five knights from the old times were all gagged and tied up tightly.

Morgan held her cheek and sighed, because when Claude forked up the five old twelve knights like presenting treasures and began to talk about their evidence of crimes, she felt bored and recalled the past.

In the past, she admitted all the good and bad things she did, whether she did it or not. She also admitted that she was a vicious woman, but there was one thing she really couldn't tolerate, that was [the fact that Mordred was her illegitimate child with King Arthur].

It was obviously her sister Morgause who had an affair with King Arthur. You can't put all the blame on her just because she is the most capable.

You can say she is vicious, because she is really vicious, but you can't say such things casually.

Men only influence her to become stronger.

Morgan let out a breath, her expression darkening as she thought of this terrible thing, and the goblin ministers interpreted this as her being tired of their funny and clumsy performances and asking them to get to the point.

Claude stood in front of Morgan reluctantly.

"Queen, do you know what is the most dangerous part of the adventure of a knight who seeks the Holy Grail?"

Morgan wanted to say that she was once the Lady of the Lake and had no need for the Holy Grail, but she was on the verge of error, so she chose to use her own effective coping method - raising her chin.

"It is the area now known as the Devil's Triangle. The Holy Grail is in that area. Of the three returning Holy Grail Knights, Galahad turned into a statue, and the other two died of exhaustion. But before they died, they told about their adventures, in which they called that ocean the old Nereus."

"It is a self-aware ocean. Only those who complete its test will be transported to the location of the Holy Grail."

Morgan nodded, completely unaware. She thought the Holy Grail was a fabrication made up by the pirates to steal the Eternal King's wealth, so it was not until the three knights actually brought back the Holy Grail water that she hurriedly wanted to sit on the throne.

"Among the three knights, only Galahad passed Nereus's approval and obtained the mark, and this mark is among these fragments." Claude's tone became excited, and his desire for the water of the Holy Grail made his face flush and veins bulged.

"As long as we carry these fragments, Nereus will be able to send us into the Holy Grail."

Morgan had a blank expression on his face, but he was sighing in his heart. Where did this inexplicable and unfounded statement come from? Even if there are many gods and ghosts in this world, it cannot be completely illogical.