Chapter 149 The Lost Belt

Morgan walked to her garden terrace, which was located on the third floor of the castle, west of her bedroom room. At least one flower from all over the country is planted here, and there are maids who specialize in gardening to take care of these flowers and plants. However, these flowers still often wither.

The queen stretched out her fingers towards the decaying bud, lifted the receptacle, and watched this fragile life squeeze out the last bit of life from the rhizome and strive to bloom, show its beauty to herself, and finally wither.

Morgan laughed happily.

The flowers on the terrace all raised their heads at Morgan's laughter. They turned their stems and leaves, opened their gorgeous petals towards her, and released their beauty with all their strength, contrary to the life cycle.

This is Morgan's garden, and the most beautiful flower is the Morgan itself.

She walked towards the white railing and leaned on the spot where she often leaned. She could easily overlook the entire royal city. Morgan liked the feeling of having an overview of everything.

In this comfortable and comfortable environment, Morgan began to think about today's work schedule. She had to do this, otherwise the too comfortable time would slow down her thinking and delay the work until the next week, although no one in this country dared to blame her. .

Morgan decided to replace the court meeting with a bath, this time filling the bathtub with exotic rose oils and enchanting spices that had been brought in as tribute. The messenger swore that these gifts had magical effects, which aroused Morgan's keen interest. If everything is as he said, the fun-loving Queen doesn't mind giving him an honest reward. Of course, if this is just a businessman's bragging method, Morgan will also find his own fun in the subsequent disciplinary war.

Morgan returned to the room and picked up the rattle placed beside the bed to summon the servant.

Hearing the bell, the guard outside the room opened the door, and an old man with a vicissitude of appearance but neatly dressed walked into Morgan's room. He lowered his head and bowed forward throughout the whole process, and only relied on the vague guidance in his heart to kneel before the Queen's toes.

Morgan raised his eyebrows and was confused by the old butler's appearance for a moment.

"What's wrong?" she said softly.

"The knight you asked me to pay attention to has left the royal city."

Morgan thought of that pure white figure in his mind. He placed his fingers on the side of his face and played with his hanging hair in amusement.

"Galahad has left the royal city."

"So that's it. The strangers predicted by Merlin have already come to us."

"My servant, go and fetch Lord Gawain to me."

Gawain, the knight lord with short blond hair and handsome appearance, came to Queen Morgan's palace.

Gawain, who was waiting at the Round Table, was summoned by the queen's guards and walked towards the queen's tower under the watchful eyes of other knights. He waited outside the door until permission was given.

Gawain saw his noble queen in the room at a glance, then he looked down at the ground and immediately knelt down on one knee outside the door.

"My lord."

The hasty action of the knight lord made Morgan smile. Every knight lord has the privilege of looking directly at her face. This is a gift from the queen. Morgan will not be angry because of this, but Gawain's respectful and almost cowardly behavior hinders the discussion between the two.

"Come in, Gawain, I give you permission to enter this place."

"Do your will."

The door was closed, and Gao Wen waited quietly for the queen's instructions.

"Galahad is gone, Gawain, where do you think he will go?"

Gawain answered without thinking.

"Welcoming the prophesied stranger is the only reason why he will leave the Silent Room."

"I'll leave this matter to you, Gawain."

Morgan looked towards the garden terrace, where sunlight had already appeared, making the bedroom seem a little dark.

"Execute the traitorous knight Galahad and anyone who comes into contact with him. Do it secretly. You will not let me down, Gawain."

"Your will, my queen."

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Galahad did not stop after leaving the royal city. He covered his body with a dark cloak and tried not to pay attention to anyone and their friendly greetings.

He felt the divine power during meditation, which was a strong impulse welling up from the depths of his soul. There was a voice in his head telling himself to get closer to the source of the divine power and to those strangers who suddenly appeared.

That's the key to stopping Morgan from destroying the world's last remaining faith.

The gods are dead, and Queen Morgan kidnapped the last believer. The death of the last believer will bring about the severance of faith, and this is to maintain Queen Morgan's permanent rule. Let the concept of God completely disappear from the hearts of the people, and their faith will forever surrender to that queen.

Morgan's character is not worthy of the people's trust. She is a confident, frivolous, and irresponsible woman. The only thing worthy of praise is her noble blood originating from the royal family and her incredible charm.

This queen can easily win the loyalty of anyone, and her beauty has become a powerful tool. Galahad himself surrendered to her, until he entered the Chamber of Silence and found peace of mind in the ruins of the ancient temple.

The wizard Merlin once left a prophecy that the arrival of outsiders would revive the gods and restore the fallen continent to the kingdom of God.

Galahad didn't know what changes the arrival of the gods would bring, but at least he understood that the real people would not regard pleasing the queen as their only wish.

Galahad tightened his grip on the reins and stopped the horse under him. He looked at the majestic royal city behind him. The white wall bricks guarded the only Queen's Tower. This was a world centered on Morgan, and only a few people were still there. Retain one's will.

"Shall we go in search of the Stranger now? Galahad."

Galahad raised his iron glove, and a thirty-centimetre-long Pixar was sitting in the middle of his palm. The small body is wearing a bright blue skirt, and the dragonfly wings on the back sprinkle aqua blue light powder on the knight's palm.

"Bella, it is you and only you who are going to contact strangers."

The Pixie was frightened when she heard this. She hugged Galahad's fingers and hid herself in the young knight's fingers. She shook her head in fear, "No! No! I can't do it alone. If I can't find them, the rats and owls will be enough to eat me. I'm not a good knight like you, Galahad."

Galahad gently stroked the little girl's head to calm her panic.

"Someone must have told Morgan about my departure, and she will definitely send someone to chase me. Her strategy is as obvious as her beauty. My captor is most likely Lord Gawain. I have to lure him away. I can't Let the Doom Knights and Outlanders fight.”

Bella looked at the young knight worriedly and said carefully: "Galahad, can't you beat Gawain? That super tall guy."

Galahad smiled wryly.

"I'm afraid we can't defeat him together. Gawain's ability cannot be defeated by numbers. This is why Morgan favors him."

"I believe you can, Bella, take my place and bring blessings to those outsiders."

"Believe in your own abilities. You are the first Pik to sneak into the round table without being discovered by anyone." Although Bella is the only one so far.

Bella flapped her wings and left Galahad's palm.

"Okay, then when can we meet? You are my only human friend, Galahad."

The young knight Galahad pulled the reins and changed the direction of travel.

"The foreigners are guided by the mission and will go to the royal city sooner or later. This day will not be long."

"Don't worry about me, go make friends with foreigners. Bella, those who shoulder the mission of saving the gods must be kind people."