Chapter 185 The Legend of the Holy Grail

Morgan's Knights of the Round Table did not have the responsibility of managing private territory. They had already dedicated their territory to the Queen when they swore to join the Knights of the Round Table. No longer controlling power and managing mundane affairs, the Knights of the Round Table who love the Queen spontaneously guard the royal city. Their only activities are training, training in personal martial arts and legionary combat in order to be more loyal.

These enthusiastic young people would not miss any opportunity to catch a glimpse of the Queen. They arranged their morning training venue in the castle courtyard, which was the only permitted training location closest to Morgan, under the garden balcony of Morgan Towers.

Occasionally, Morgan would go to the balcony after waking up and take a look at the excited knights at his feet while overlooking the entire royal city. This would bring more fun to Morgan. But most of the time, the deliberately shouted slogans of the Knights of the Round Table would wake Morgan up, making the queen who didn't want to get up so angry that she wanted to throw the flowerpot down.

Once again, the person he was looking forward to did not appear in his eyes. The Knights of the Round Table who had completed their morning exercises disbanded their teams and moved freely in small groups. They would not move too far. The abundant training had consumed a lot of energy. Most of the Knights of the Round Table have learned patience from their interactions with the Queen. They know that the easy-going Queen will always bring surprises to those who are patient.

Just like the last time the Knight Lord Gawain brought back a woman who looked exactly like Queen Morgan from outside the city, this caused heated discussions among the Knights of the Round Table. Some people speculated that this was a private meeting between the Queen and the Knight Lord, and there were also rumors that it was the Queen's twin sister, or a simple lookalike. But whatever the truth is, the Knights of the Round Table can only guess.

Gawain immediately joined other knight lords to control the scene and took the beautiful lady into Morgan's tower, leaving only room for the imagination of the knights of the Round Table.

"I think the lady last time was not the queen. She looks... just a feeling. She has the same face, but not as beautiful as my queen."

A dissenting Knight of the Round Table put forward his own conjecture, "Maybe it's because of the clothes. The lady was wearing a light hunting suit. Of course, people who have experienced long journeys will not be as bright as the morning sun. I think that is Queen Morgan."

The first knight was furious and shouted to his companions: "In your eyes, can the brilliance of the queen be changed by ordinary clothes! You disrespectful person!"

The second knight also retorted without fear, "You are the disrespectful one. That is Queen Morgan. The guy who can't even judge his own queen is the biggest shame of our knights! No one can beat the queen. Appearance, so the only one who has the appearance of a queen is the queen herself!”

The quarrel between the two knights became a joke in the eyes of others, and many people began to think about how they would treat the lady who had the same appearance as the queen if they encountered that situation.

Only loyal knights can identify the true queen, which has become the consensus of the knights.

But no one expected that the trial would come so quickly.

Raven and Vivian walked out of the courtyard where the Quiet Room was located. Raven was wearing a large jet black cloak, and under the cloak was the standard armor provided by Galahad. The mark of Adelac on his face was covered by the disguise, and he had a straight face. Galahad provided advice and slightly adjusted the expression, and his appearance had completely changed into that of Gawain. Raven had to give up his two-handed sword and be equipped with a one-handed sword like the Doomsday Knight.

There are many problems with this disguise. Raven's tall physique cannot adapt to Galahad's armor. In order for Raven to "hang" this armor, the top two belt buckles on the edge of the armor can barely be used, and the arm armor can only be used. After putting on the front half of the arm, the gloves couldn't fit in, and the boots were a little tight on the feet. Raven's current state was like a burst watermelon, with all the embarrassment hidden in the dark cloak. Fortunately, Gawain has the habit of wearing a long black cloak when traveling.

However, this was only a flaw in appearance, as well as in ability. After all, he was not a doomsday knight and could not create burning or high-temperature venues. John gave up the decision to create a burnt smell on the cloak, fearing that it would be self-defeating.

The disguised Gawain cannot withstand the temptation of the Knights of the Round Table, but there is still someone beside him.

Vivian Odiz, no disguise at all.

The fanatical Knights of the Round Table have gathered in front of the female vampire, kneeling on one knee in front of Vivian and performing the knightly salute. The Queen's majestic appearance attracted all the attention of the Knights of the Round Table, and no one cared about the slight abnormality in Lord Gawain's clothing.

A feeling of depression arose in his heart, feeling that the uneasiness in his heart and physical discomfort were all in vain, Raven thought with an indifferent expression.

Vivian changed her habits and put on a coquettish smile. After deceiving the mind flayer, she became more and more comfortable pretending to be Morgan. Vivian, who regained her enthusiasm, showed her excellent talent in acting and became another person in Raven's eyes.

She stretched out her fingers and lifted the chin of the first Knight of the Round Table who knelt down to her, so that his dull face faced hers.

"your name?"

The Knight of the Round Table spoke tremblingly under the envious gaze of his companions: "Bedivere, Your Majesty."

"Very well, Bedivere." Vivian removed her finger, "I'm glad you are the first."

Looking away from the blushing Bedivere, Vivian glanced around and saw the jealousy and anticipation in the eyes of the other Knights of the Round Table.

"I have a mission for my knights."

"Last night, I had a dream in which the Holy Spirit came to me. He praised my beauty, promised to give me flesh and blood, manna and honey cake, and would lead me to a place that could truly rival my glory and be ruled by me. But just when I was about to become a saint, my dream came to an abrupt end..."

"The grace given to me by the Holy Spirit, blood and flesh, manna and honey cakes. These carriers of divine power cannot be held by mortal things, and I watched helplessly as they slipped through my fingers."

"The failure in the dream must never be repeated. For this, I need a sacred container."

“A chalice that holds the grace of the Holy Spirit, the blood and the bread.”

Vivian's eyes sparkled, and she announced to the Knights of the Round Table, pointing at the inner city gate in front of her.

"My knight! Go outside the city, go to the wilderness, go to my territory, go outside my country, and bring me the Holy Grail."

"The first Knight of the Round Table who brings back my Holy Grail will gain my favor and go to the Utopia with me!"

More than a hundred Knights of the Round Table were shocked, and they responded excitedly.

"Do your will."

Then the Knights of the Round Table scrambled to run towards the outside of the royal city.

For a false Holy Grail fabricated by a false queen.