"Bedwell has always been very alert. The last time I approached the gate of the manor, he encouraged his momentum to shock me."

Galahad smiled, seeming to chat casually.

"Guys who live longer will inevitably have this habit, and Bedwell is no exception."

Green's eyes were out of focus, and the darkness seemed to have no effect on him. He saw the manor hidden in the woods transparently.

"It hasn't changed at all."

"This is exactly the same as in memory."

Green pointed to a winding cobblestone path in the manor. "I still remember that more than 100 years ago, when I was living in the manor, I liked to cross this path the most."

"Uneven stones are printed on the soles of the feet..."

Green looked like an ordinary old man in his twilight years, touching the scene and reminiscing about the scenery of his youth.

But this is just appearance.

As long as he is still alive and can breathe, he is a terrifying fourth-order transcendent.

His own strength must be much stronger than Tamara and others.

Perhaps it is overwhelming.

Whether it is the Warlock Hall or the Nature Association, they have two leaders, except for the Knights of the Round Table.

Although it has been rumored to be the two Brothers Grimm, for so many years, everyone saw only the one Grimm.

But he alone suppressed all the glory of the leaders of the other two forces.

Even if he looks old and weak.

"what happened?"

Galahad raised his brows lightly. "The people in the Knights said that Bedwell has returned to the manor and has not left."

"Is he not here?"

There is a surge of power in Galahad, and this level of energy fluctuation is enough to attract the attention of the third-order transcendent, even in his sleep, he will definitely be awakened.

But the manor is quiet, everything here seems to be asleep.

Roger was standing upstairs. He didn't know the purpose of the two Green's visits to the manor late at night to find him. He was in the shadow world at this time, and several thoughts poured out in his heart, but in the end he decided to stay here.

This is a rare opportunity to get in touch with Green up close without being discovered by the other party.

Galahad did not speak, her eyes condensed, and a mental wave swept the entire manor, before shook her head a moment later.

"There is no one in the manor, he is not here."

The expression on Galahad's face was not very good. After all, she was investigating the news alone. At this time, she brought Green here, but Bedwell was not there, and it seemed a bit of negligence.

"Should I go back and find Bedwell's Holy Grail?" Gallahad's body flashed, as if he was launching a certain spell.

"no need."

Green waved his hand.

"I just wanted to go back to the place I used to live on a whim. It doesn't matter if he isn't here."

Green stepped forward, "Go in with me."

"I didn't get the invitation of the owner to trespass into the private house. I hope that Bedwell won't blame me for being abrupt after he returns.

He said so, without showing the slightest apology on his face, and opened the door of the manor as if he was the master here.

As the two of them move in reality, their shadows—the bodies projected on the shadow world—seem to come alive.

The Shadow World is a strange place. Roger hasn't fully figured it out yet, without shoes. He turned down from the window on the second floor with his bare feet, and fell silent after landing.

Then Roger walked quickly to the door and approached the two Greens who were wandering on the path in front of the door.

Galahad's shadow, that is, her body in the world of shadows, is very strange. She didn't respond to Roger's approach. Her actual body is plump and beautiful and she is a very attractive woman.

But in the shadow world, what she showed was a stitched monster made up of countless different parts.

A single part may be called beautiful, but when these things are put together, all that is reminiscent of is meat, disgusting.

This is the shadow world that belongs to Roger alone. Galahad's body here is a projection of the real world. Roger carefully observes that he can see from the face of this body the complex inner heart hidden by Galahad. .

"It's amazing."

Roger was grateful for his choice just now.

He turned his head to look to the other side, Green walking in front of Galahad.

There are no facial features, no body, a pure black mass like slime.

Roger couldn't understand the meaning of this, he leaned forward, wanting to take this opportunity to spy on some secrets of the fourth-order transcendents.

But at this moment, Green, who was walking, suddenly stopped.

"What's the matter, Mr. Green?"

Galahad asked softly.

Green's rickety back straightened slightly. He looked around. There was no power in his muddy eyes, but everything around him was imprinted in his mind in an instant.

"It's weird, it seems someone is spying on us."

Green said slowly, then looked away.

"Maybe it's my illusion."

He sighed, "Recently, the bloodline has been declining faster and faster. Even if I don't want to, I must give up the position of the leader of the knights."

He glanced at Galahad, "Going to the Privy Council for old-age care until the bloodline is completely exhausted, maybe this is my final outcome."

"The future belongs to you."

"Galahad, the Knights will definitely have new developments in your hands."

Green raised his head and continued to walk forward.

In the shadow world, Roger, who was hiding behind the statue, shrank slightly.

"Did he really find something, or..."

Roger was a little undecided, but in this case he didn't dare to try any more, so he could only follow the two of them not too far away.

"Sure enough, this old guy didn't have any good intentions to become the leader?"

"Hehe, he said something similar to me, maybe even Lancelot also said it, plus Galahad..."

"No, it's wrong!"

"Perhaps what he really wants to support is the woman in front of him. According to Gawain, the old knight will eventually be eliminated."

"He has already started paving the way for Galahad."

Before they knew it, the two of Green walked around the garden path outside, and they walked to the front door of the house and stopped.

"Are you still going?" Galahad asked.

Green shook his head ~lightnovelpub.net~ Forget it, things are not humans, many things have disappeared, even memories are not reliable. "

"This is just an empty house."

Green turned around and walked outside the manor.

"Don't I need to inform Bedwell again?"

Galahad asked.

"No, no more."

I don't know why, she always feels that Green looks straight at the waist at this time, and seems to have put down some of the heavy load on her shoulders.

This may be his last chance. With a move in his heart, Roger in the shadow world quickened his pace to follow.

But as soon as he approached Green's body in the shadow world, the black shadow suddenly turned around, squeezing a pair of blood-red eyes from the sticky body, and then stared at Roger firmly!