With the stars in the sky and the moon in the sky, a carriage galloped through the quiet streets, and to the neighing of horses, stopped in front of a villa at 7 Rose Avenue.

The door opened, and Mr. Sean, dressed in a Frac gown, came down, and when he looked around and was sure that no one was following, he ordered his servants to knock on the door.

Knock knock!

Knock knock!

A crack opened in the door, and Mr. Sean dodged in without thinking.

The guard in charge of guarding the gate did not mean to stop him in the slightest, and after the two sides exchanged glances, Gentleman Sean picked up a kerosene lamp, went up to the study on the third floor alone, walked into the utility room on the far right side of the study, removed the miscellaneous items piled up by the wall, and pushed a huge stone brick into the wall according to the principle of four on the left and three on the right.

Click...

The stone bricks retracted into the wall, and soon there was a sound of a machine, and then a secret door appeared to his left, and by the light of the kerosene lamp, Mr. Sean spiraled down the eerie damp and cold spiral staircase, and then through a narrow and narrow tunnel, and after a long time, finally came to a great iron door.

On the stone wall next to the iron gate, a black cloak with two crossed swords tattooed with silver thread on its back and a sheathed sword hung out.

Gentleman Sean put down the kerosene lamp, took off his cloak and put it on his body, covered his figure, pinned his sword to his waist, put on his hood, and raised his hand to knock on the iron door.

"Password." A cold inquiry was heard from behind the iron gate.

"A knight's heart, glory to Avalon."

Click...

The iron door opened, and a large underground dark room appeared in front of Mr. Sean's eyes.

In the center is a huge round table, with seventeen high-backed stone benches standing around the table, and behind each stone bench there is an iron door leading in a different direction, and directly above the table, six bright red flags hang from the ceiling, which is the knight's creed.

[1. Never rage and murder]

[2, never betray]

[3. Never be cruel and give forgiveness to those who ask for forgiveness]

[4. Always give help to women]

[5, never coerce the lady]

[6. Never get involved in a quarrel because of love or words]

Seeing the flag, Gentleman Sean placed his left hand in front of his abdomen, bowed his chin and saluted, and then he walked to his eighth stone bench and sat down.

The attendant lit the white candle in front of the table for him, and the flames lit up the lower half of his face.

Seventeen stone benches, except for the last one empty, sat a knight shrouded in a cloak whose face could not be seen clearly, and in front of them were a lighted candle and a brass bell.

When everyone was seated, in the corner of the round table, a man with blond hair in a shawl sitting on a golden stone bench without a cloak stood up, and a pair of pale green eyes swept over each seat, and said in a deep voice:

"Five days ago, I got the news that Eckert is dead."

"He was our companion, one of our members, and after his death, we lost a sibling to whom we could rely on and trust our backs..."

"Sixteen knights have also become fifteen knights."

The atmosphere at the round table was extremely solemn, no one spoke, silently listening to the speech of the man in question, but the sound of gradually heavy breathing showed that their hearts were far from being as calm as they appeared.

The blond man clapped his hands, and the attendants brought glasses of red wine and placed them in front of the seats.

He raised his glass and said in a loud voice: "Eckert will not die for no reason, just as we will not meet for no reason, now, please let us raise a glass to him and inherit his will!" To Eckert! ”

"To Eckert!"

The knights raised their glasses and drank them down, the red liquid flowing down their throats as if they had drained Eckert's blood.

After drinking, the knight sitting in the third seat grabbed the bell and shook it gently: "How did he die?" ”

"Not sure."

The blond man shook his head and said, "It should be because of the rats, they bring the plague and bring diseases, Eckert is old and not as tough as the young people, in order to investigate the specific situation, Bedwell invited the Church of Truth and asked them to investigate the village of Antois." ”

Ding Ding Ding!

Ding Ding Ding!

With the slightly irritable sound of the bell, the knight of the eleventh seat stood up and slammed his fist on the table, the dim candlelight illuminating his clenched teeth: "This is a conspiracy!" Eckert didn't die because of the rats! The rat is just a trick, and there must be someone else who is the real culprit! ”

"Be mindful of what you say and do." The blonde man looked at him indifferently: "There are not many people who know Eckert's identity, and we have always kept a low profile, never attracting the attention of others, and even if our identities are revealed, we will not attract death." ”

"Sit down, Percival, I know you're angry, but anger won't solve anything."

With a foul mouth, the eleventh knight Percival still sat down, and everyone knew that he couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, after all...

He had the best relationship with Eckert.

"As for the cause of Eckert's death, it will be handed over to the Church of Truth for the time being, and no one is allowed to act without knowing the truth."

After a pause, the blonde man said: "As for Eckert's successor, according to the old rules, a joint vote is required, as long as it is unanimously passed, you can become one of us, now, please go back and find a suitable candidate, and the next meeting will be open to vote." ”

"Now for the next item."

"Bishop Fowler of the Church of the Three Goddesses of Destiny will arrive in New Ross the day after tomorrow, and according to reliable sources, he has also brought the Knights of the Diocese of Wexford, with unknown intentions."

After listening, the knight of the second seat rang the bell: "Bishop Fowler? Why did he come to New Ross City? ”

"I think he's coming at me."

Whispers erupted on the round table.

Ding Ding Ding!

The knight of the sixth seat said, "Hell, is it true that our existence has been exposed, as Percival said?" Who leaked the secret? ”

"Don't be alarmist and speculate without evidence."

The blonde man's calm tone calmed the knights' uneasy hearts: "Everyone who is qualified to come here has been strictly selected, mutual suspicion is taboo, and the enemy is only a slight move, do you want to be scared and run away?" ”

"If anyone is scared, they can quit immediately, and I promise that no matter what happens, he will not be involved."

The knights looked at each other, but none of them left.

"Darkly, I have a feeling." The blond man said: "The world seems to have undergone certain changes, those churches know about it, but they are very unified to hide it, the plague that broke out 10 days ago, I am afraid it is also related to this." ”

"In order not to fall into a passive situation, we must take the initiative, seek more allies, and strengthen our strength as soon as possible, only in this way..."

"In order to have the power to fight in the future turmoil!"

"Remember, at all times and in all places, never forget the honor of being a knight, the round table represents equality and unity, our common enemy, in the royal capital!"

The knights rose in unison, drew their swords at their waists, raised the six flags pointed diagonally overhead, and shouted:

"Swear to Avalon!"