Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 425 - Chapter 425 Chapter 425 Round Table Conference

Chapter 425: Chapter 425 Round Table Conference Chapter 425: Chapter 425 Round Table Conference The meeting did not take place in the so-called Cursed Land or Fairy Tale World, but in a circular conference room at the top of the Engelman parliament building.

In the middle of the conference room was a C-shaped round table.

When Roger and the others entered, some people were already seated there.

Upon seeing Gaheris, a young man with handsome features and blond hair on the left lifted his head.

Roger recognized his identity.

The legendary White Horse Prince, the avatar of wisdom and virtue, Knight Gawain.

When Gawain saw Roger, he actually stood up.

“Bedivere, long time no see. Gaheris said you had some memory conflicts during the Inheritance Ceremony. How are you handling them now?”

“Not bad.”

Roger continued to maintain his aloof and low-profile persona.

“Gaheris has already spoken to me about the past events. He was in the wrong, and although you are a member of the Knights, you helped us out in this matter.”

Gawain’s smile felt like a breath of spring, and although the young man seemed harmless, Roger could still sense the great power that he was deliberately suppressing.

The rumors were indeed true.

Lancelot and Gawain were much stronger than the other Round Table Knights.

Against someone like Tristan, who was at the bottom of the Heritage Knights in terms of strength, they could even be overwhelmingly dominant!

There’s also no unity among the 12 Round Table Knights, as Bedivere, who used to be a semi-recluse, had always stayed out of these disputes, never getting too close to anyone.

This time, due to a combination of coincidences, Roger grew somewhat closer to the brothers Gaheris and Gareth. As their elder brother, Gawain naturally seized this opportunity.

Roger sat at the end of the table, his gaze sweeping across to the opposite side.

The first seat on the right was vacant, which should have belonged to Lancelot.

Just as he was pondering, a series of footsteps came from the door. A tall man with silver hair walked in.

Upon entering the hall, the temperature in the room seemed to drop subtly. Roger suddenly felt sharp eyes upon him and he looked up to see the silver-haired man locking eyes with him.

“Don’t look him in the eyes,” Gaheris reminded from beside him.

“Part of Lancelot’s lineage includes the blood of the frost dragon.”

Gaheris smiled. “Dragons, no matter the breed, naturally carry a bit of Dragon Might.”

His voice was not loud, but everyone present was a Third Tier Transcendent, so his words could be clearly heard by all.

Roger said nothing and lowered his gaze instead.

Gawain was better, intentionally restraining the aura of his lineage, but Lancelot, whether due to his racial nature or his desire to display his power, exuded a sharp and imposing presence that made anyone meeting his gaze quite uncomfortable.

But undoubtedly, these two were the strongest Third Tier Transcendents Roger had encountered so far.

It was uncertain who was stronger compared to Abraham, who once possessed the complete Pale Blood.

Click, click.

The clear sound of footsteps approached, and Roger looked up to see a familiar face.

Gaharad.

But this time, Gaharad was not draped in a robe but wore a contemporary business outfit for women.

The tailored pinstripe suit accentuated her erect and full figure, and her hair was neatly tied behind her head.

“Since everyone is here, let’s officially begin the meeting!”

“We’re still missing one, Tristan.”

A bearded man not far from Lancelot spoke.

“Tristan has been seriously injured and cannot come,” another person replied.

“Oh?”

“If I remember correctly, Tristan is the one among all the Heritage Knights who undergoes the Inheritance Ceremony most frequently, right?”

“So weak, really a disgrace to us.”

Although the two men did not say it outright, their glances swept towards the Gaheris brothers on the opposite side, subtle yet telling.

“Ahem!”

A low coughing sound came.

Unnoticed, an elderly man in a black robe had entered the room.

His face was square, his hair sparse. Though his stature was tall and straight, one could see a rich sense of decay in his visage.

“Mr. Green!”

Everyone stood up and bowed their heads in greeting.

“Please, sit down.”

The elder said nothing else and took his place at the head of the table.

Not until he was settled did everyone else sit down simultaneously.

This man, seemingly a rotting piece of wood, was the current leader of the Round Table Knight Order.

Cobb Green.

A Fourth Tier Transcendent.

This was almost the upper limit that the real world could accommodate.

“How many years has it been since we last convened a Round Table meeting?”

Green’s gaze passed over everyone and settled on Roger, who sat at the end seat.

“Bedivere, long time no see. You finally deigned to leave that accursed lake.”

“I’ve convened you all today mainly for two matters.”

Green’s eyes swept across those present; although there was apparently no force behind his look, no one, including Lancelot, dared to meet his gaze.

A Fourth Tier Transcendent had crossed a barrier, standing qualitatively different from other Transcendents.

Just like a noble and a king.

Maintaining the most basic humility before the powerful is a quality.

He might be aging, but as long as he sat in this seat and retained the combat power of a Fourth Tier, then in this meeting hall, at this Round Table, his was the only voice.

“The Black Tide has come.”

“The peace we’ve barely maintained for a hundred years is about to be shattered once more.”

“Just yesterday, the likes of Gaheris, Tristan, and Bedivere encountered the Queen of the Night’s minions deep within Eld’s forest.”

“The Headless Knight Rams, the Dark Deer Head Spirit Kelnan, and as for the others, they should be showing up soon as well.”

“After the meeting concludes, I will get in touch with the Sorcerer’s Assembly and the Nature Association. Times have changed; technological information has become incredibly advanced.”

“If we cannot smoothly suppress this Black Tide, then both we and the Transcendent World we stand behind may be exposed to the entire world.”

Upon hearing Green’s words, the assembly showed mixed expressions–some worried, some calm, and a few with a fleeting hint of joy.

“I will reallocate the existing fiefs. Combat is bound to happen, but at least we have the right to choose where we fight.”

“This is not only our battle but also the battle of the entire European Transcendent World.”

“I hope everyone can unite and get through this difficulty together.”

There were no stirring statements. Green spoke evenly, as if discussing an outdoor excursion, yet no one in the hall dared interrupt him.

“There’s also a second matter.”

Green exhaled and leaned back in the high-backed chair.

“After this Black Tide passes, I will step down from the Round Table Knight Order and enter the Privy Council.”

His eyes slightly lowered as if watching everyone’s reactions.

“The Round Table Knight Order will need a new leader, and I hope that person can emerge from among you.”

“Aside from the corresponding rights and responsibilities, I suppose you all understand what becoming the leader entails?”

Green lifted his head.

“It means the shackles upon you can be shed, and you’ll have the key to entering the Fourth Tier!”

As soon as these words fell, a surge of ecstasy appeared on everyone’s faces.