Celtic ran wildly in the dark tunnels, the hem of his robe rubbing against the bluestone tiles, stained with a lot of dust, but the nobleman who usually paid attention to etiquette was now red, and the green tendons on his temples were constantly beating. This became the case when he returned from Germany, and none of the people in the family dared to ask questions, but watched Celtic burrow into the basement like an angry lion.

Celtic's fingers were blue, and the crutches in his hand were casually thrown into the corner of the tunnel, and the steel crutches collided with faint sparks on the ground.

At the end of the tunnel is a blue-colored stone door with a painting of an angry dragon roaring into the sky. Celtic pushed hard, splitting the dragon in half. Behind the door was a small narrow room with a large stone table, which took up almost half of the room, and a small chair rested next to it, on which was a kerosene lamp, which was not particularly bright. This kerosene lamp was still widely used in various fields a hundred years ago, until the electric light began to be fully popularized, this kerosene lamp was gradually swept into the garbage heap of history.

Celtic sat down in a small chair, his eyes frantically chanting incantations. The dust that had been deposited on the stone table flew around at the sound of his incantation, revealing a complex magic array on the stone table. As Celtic's incantation continued to be chanted, the magic array gradually lit up, and a burst of light blue light enveloped the entire stone table, and seven figures appeared like ghosts next to the stone table. The seven figures were blurred, like a jammed television signal, and their figures were even swaying. But Celtic didn't care about any of this, and he snapped, "One day, I'm going to kill that from the Blade Dragon!"

The seven vague figures glanced at each other, and they didn't know if they could really tell who the other was, the seven figures stood in the seven directions of the stone table, and then the shadow closest to Celtic on the left side spoke, its figure was much smaller than the others, and the sound sounded like a cuckoo in a spring day, and the owner of this figure should be a woman.

"Since the formation of the Council of the Round Table, the sacred hierarchy among wizards has been repeatedly challenged, and the authority of our nobles has been repeatedly challenged by untouchables of inferior blood. Utter blasphemy against the sorcerer's bloodline. It is an insult to the Round Table to recognize the status of the untouchables as the so-called new aristocracy. Our ancestors were all famous heroes of the wizarding world, so why should those lowly fellows be among the nobles at the same time as us?" the female voice with a crisp voice said coldly, her words full of arrogance that contradicted her tone.

"Indeed, since the formation of the Council of the Round Table, the authority of the British Ministry of Magic has almost been overturned by their organization, and the untouchables prefer to abide by the rules of the Council of the Round Table rather than submit to the old dogmas. It's a miasma in the wizarding world right now. Another old and sinister voice laughed, and although there was a smile in his words, the dissatisfaction and viciousness in his tone were enough to make people shudder.

At this time, a young voice on the other side of the figure on the other side of the Celtic interrupted: "Ladies and gentlemen, I have no intention of interrupting your complaints, but the covenant between us is not for us to sing about the past and the present here, Lord Celtic, let's talk about your discovery first." ”

As soon as the young man's voice finished speaking, the other two figures standing with the young man's figure nodded frequently in agreement.

Seltic took a deep breath, he had never met such a mocking and damn fellow, if it weren't for his own demeanor, he still maintained the last bit of sanity, he would definitely take advantage of the dragon's serious injury to kill him, let him, a shitty untouchable, see what it would be like to anger the nobles and provoke an existence nobler than himself. No, he is still a lowly Chinese, not even a pariah, the sick man of East Asia.

"It seems that Lord Seltick is very angry. The female voice sneered, and it could be seen that she must be a scathing woman in reality.

"The dragon and that Galahad clearly formed some kind of alliance. This is not normal, although Galahad did not take a stand, but he was clearly on the side of this dragon. Even if he is still neutral, then he is more inclined to Fenglong's side. Celtic loosened his neckline in his chair and said indignantly.

"Galahad has been neutral for almost 70 years, and I don't think he's going to break his ground at this point, but from what you're telling, he's more of a Round Table member. This is very disadvantageous to us~" The old man's voice was kind and calm, and it could be seen that his status in this small meeting was very high, because whenever the old man spoke loudly, others would stop even whispering.

"If Galahad remains neutral, then our plan has a chance to succeed, but what should we do if he really leans towards the Round Table, or even wants to join the new generation of the Round Table?" the young man suddenly spoke, his question clearly the concern of the others, and the other six figures were almost silent.

"It's fine if it's someone else, but Galahad has been accumulating power in the shadows for more than 60 years, and no one knows how powerful his pilgrims are, and there are even rumors that his pilgrims are a little first-level round table council. The young man continued, laughing, "But this miniature version of the Council of the Round Table is his own hall, and his men are full of dead men who can give their lives for him." I don't even know how a human being like him can control so many people who are willing to die for him?"

"Maybe he's a blood like you, after all, Galahad had been hiding his true identity with a mask for so many years, and he was in his 90s, but his hands were said to be like young people. If he was a high-level bloodline with a very powerful bloodline, then he was more than capable of manipulating such a large organization and making his subordinates willing to die for him. Another voice beside the young man said, this voice was even thicker, the main body of the voice was more than twice as large as the others, it looked like an iron tower, and the whole person occupied half of the wall of this small room.

"Hahaha, it's possible, but it's unlikely, it's normal for Galahad's hands not to age. The young man smiled heartily: "Don't forget that he is a saint, the one who brought the Holy Grail to the Council of the Round Table, which means that he at least once held the Holy Grail in both hands, and even drank the water of the Holy Grail and gained a long youth." And I don't know if Celtic and the human lords are still reflected. He buys the last thing at the annual round table auction. ”

As soon as the young man reminded him, the other seven people remembered this at the same time, and several of them shuddered at the same time, and the woman's voice seemed to be stuck in the throat by an ice cube. "What a terrible inference. But I don't think Lord Galahad is the kind of person who covets life, does he really have anything he wants? No, since the five of us had been lurking at the round table, we didn't see anything that Galahad cared about. ”

"Bingo, that's what I'm worried about. Human emotions and human desires are the cornerstones that drive humanity forward, but there are also weaknesses in the process. And Galahad, we've been watching him for too long, and we've been following him since the great war of 1953, when he hit us hard, trying to find his weaknesses as human beings. But obviously, we didn't find his weakness. We can't track his whereabouts, we don't even know his true identity. I don't know where he came from, I don't know his purpose, his desires. The young man took a deep breath, and the two companions beside him let out uneasy noises, especially the huge strong man, who let out a cold, suppressed whimper that sent shivers down the shoulders of the other five human members in the meeting. "We have concluded that he is by no means a human, and that I have never seen such a human in my thousand years. He could only be a monster, some monster far beyond our bloodline. ”

Celtic frowned, he belonged to the third generation of the Round Table Council, and only recently entered the Round Table Council through various operations and his four companions as a secret pile, so he really didn't know much about the Legend of the Round Table like Galahad. But the "young man" who spoke was a second-generation member of a blood clan. His bloodline comes directly from the mythology of the Hebrew people, which is older than the Bible, and whose name is unknown. But now such a living monster would show jealousy or helplessness towards a human like Galahad?

"Your Excellency Celtic doesn't know that at the end of World War II, that chaotic time caused chaos in the entire human society. We Bloods, Werewolves, and Dark Wizards thought it was an opportunity, because the whole mysterious world was in chaos at that time, and even the world war shook the foundations of many civilizations, which made the power of our fantasy creatures increase, and we planned to seize control of this world when the time was right, and recreate the dark world of the Middle Ages. The young man said in a calm tone, but everyone could hear the deep helplessness in his tone.

"However, the Council of the Round Table has risen strongly, and the shamans who had been scattered are showing signs of revival again, and even the defunct church hunters are beginning to rebuild. So we decided to start a big war that would turn everything upside down in a mysterious world. The young man said, and then his image began to shake, as if the signal was going to disappear at any moment.

"At the beginning of that battle, we had an absolute advantage, the wizards who were seriously injured by the real world battle were even worried about their own food and clothing, and the church hunters who were originally chasing us everywhere also suffered heavy losses because of the difficult situation of the church, we infiltrated the upper echelons of wizards, and we even controlled the British Ministry of Magic through an agreement. Everything is so beautiful. With that, almost all of the attendees turned their gaze to Celtic, who coughed embarrassedly twice.

The young man let out a gentle laugh at this time: "That's right, it's the grandparents of Lord Celtic, which is why we can be united again through the bond of Lord Celtic. Then the young man cleared his throat and continued: "Our advantage lasted until 1952. At that time, Galahad had only been at the Round Table for two years, and it was full of heroes that everyone could name now. 'Galahad', 'The Last Knight' Gald Bein, 'Eagle Eye' Hassan Abbas. They were all young at the time, and when they sensed what we were doing, the old thing Merlin sent them out. ”

Everyone present was silent, and every name in the young people's mouths represented a legend, a name that was inspiring enough to give hope to every wizard in those dark times. Their feats are engraved along with their emblems on the ceiling of the Round Table Council Avalon, the Golden Chamber of Parliament, and even now there is an annual festival to commemorate their tradition. The five nobles present here are all descendants of heroic figures, and these people are the newborn heroes themselves. They may have been untouchables before. But they stand out in their own right. Even a mean-spoken woman grew up listening to the stories and deeds of these people, whose names were enough to make crying wizards smile.

"Of course, even those legendary human heroes have not been able to turn the situation around all at once, after all, no matter how strong the human race is, how can it be compared to the blood clan and werewolves......" The young man recalled at this time, his mind was already full of helplessness and bitterness.

"It was 1952 and we got the news that the key members of the Round Table would be on a ship to Australia to discuss tactics. We keenly feel that this is a good opportunity to strangle the Round Table Parliament in its entirety. Because vampires can't cross flowing rivers, let alone oceans, we control the Blood Slaves and bring our coffins along with the soil of our homeland to the ship, while eight of our 12 second-generation farmers are planted, and the werewolves and the elite of the Wizarding Order are also lurking on the boat. But it was an elaborate illusion, and we were misled by Merlin's illusion and got on the wrong boat. The young man sighed, and the others had already pricked up their ears. Everyone understands that in 1953, the Council of the Round Table, together with the Druid Society, the Sea Breaker, the Alchemist Society, and the Light Society, launched a battle against the inhuman monsters of the world, and this battle swept away the non-human races such as the Bloods who once dominated the mysterious world in the shadows, but today, from the mouths of this second-generation Bloodline, it seems that something unknown happened before 1953.

"Eight of our compatriots, eight noble bloodlines inherited from our ancestors, the great magicians of the Wizards' Secret Society, and the six werewolves have all disappeared forever from that sea. The young man's voice was filled with deep sadness, as if mourning the loss of his compatriot.

"We never thought we'd be tricked into that ship. The ship sailed all the way to Montibello Island, bypassing all the troops and guards along the way, and sending my fellow citizens to hell. It was October 3, 1952......"