my beauty world

Chapter 339 The Sword of the King and the Conspiracy of the Witch Council
Nassau County, Long Island, New York.

In the huge basement of the villa, Ronan patted the huge faucet, and the faucet froze at the most hideous moment before dying.

"Is this a dragon?"

Touching the smooth scales on the faucet, and taking a closer look, Jess eagerly opened a safe and took out a silver-white alloy box. With the lid of the box opened, a set of knives glowing blue was revealed!
These knives are mixed with a small amount of fine gold!
These include meat hooks, skinning knives, boning and boning knives, and more.

Let people know at a glance that the people who use these knives are very professional!

Jess took off her coat, tied her hair up, revealing a tight-fitting T-shirt with a blood red rose pattern, picked up a dark red slaughter apron and hung it around her neck, turned her back to Ronan: "Help me fasten it, tighter .”

Ronan tightened the belt of his apron and slipped the knot behind Jiz's waist.

Jess turned around, her flat, firm belly tightened, making the top stick out.

There are many peaks and ridges, and the ravines are difficult to level.

But the style of painting suddenly changed.

Jess grabbed the sharp meat hook with her left hand, and the sharp skinning knife with her right hand. With a flick of her legs, she jumped onto the faucet. With one hook and one gouging out, the longan rolled out!

The pretty girl becomes a Bloody Mary!
Jess picked out two golden-yellow longan eyes with vertical pupils that looked like giant jewels, and handed them to Ronan.

After the fire dragon died, the vitreous body of the pupil was completely solidified.

Ronan didn't know what it would be useful for the time being, so he dug out the container and packed it.

Jess turned over, changed to a large cutting knife, got into the dragon's mouth, quickly hooked the long mouth piece, and dragged it out.

Then, he looked at Ronan pitifully: "I want to eat."

The little maid worked so hard, Ronan cut off a tongue tip, put it on the alloy steel braze, lit the flame with golden soul fragments, and said: "Actually, there is another way, but it's a bit troublesome, let's roast it first."

Jissie pulled out the scales, peeled the dragon skin, and picked the dragon meat, and said, "You teach me, and I will cook it for you later."

Ronan thought that the traditional method in his hometown should be suitable for dragons.

Braised faucet meat is better than stewed pork head meat, right?

In my hometown in the original world, a pot of marinated cooking conquered the world.

This big dragon head is only useful for the skull, and everything else can be used in other places.

Braised mouth strips, stewed dragon ears, stewed dragon mouth, stewed dragon skin jelly...

As Ronan's physical fitness skyrocketed, all indicators improved in an all-round way. Apart from providing energy and assisting in the recovery of injuries, general soul cooking has almost no strengthening effect on the body.

But after eating the fire dragon meat cooked by the soul in the past few days, his physical fitness has improved again.

Relying on her rich experience in skinning and deboning, Jess quickly mastered the structure of the dragon's head. Immediately, she moved the knife like flying, and the master butcher's skills were truly displayed, and the dragon's head gradually turned into white bones.

She also pulled out the black arrow from the dragon's brain.

Jess, a handicraft master, studied the black arrow a little bit, and said to Ronan: "With a suitable keel, I can make an arrow that is more powerful than the black arrow."

Mainly the material is good.

Ronan flipped the dragon's tongue and said, "In the different space I found, there is a huge ancient castle, and the remaining corpses of the fire dragon are inside. I will take you there to have a look after I finish my work."

Jess smiled sweetly: "Okay!"

The golden soul flame was extinguished at this time, and Ronan saw that the tip of the dragon's tongue was roasted, and said, "Eat something before working."

Jess put down the knife, washed her hands, and ate with Ronan on the metal chair.

After biting a small piece of the tip of the tongue, Jess just tasted some taste, Jess felt a heat flow from the stomach to all parts of the body, and narrowed her eyes comfortably.

Most of Ronan's dragon tongue tip went into Jess' stomach.

Jess leaned back on the chair, not wanting to move lazily for a while, and said, "I'll take a rest for a while, and I'll work after a while."

She thought a lot: "Should I feed the bomb some?"

As the second child in the family, giving the third child some benefits appropriately will help consolidate his position.

Ronan issued an order, and the raven quickly flew in from outside.

Jess threw the few remaining pieces of meat to Raven, and said imposingly: "Bomb, eat it quickly, and continue to watch after eating!"

In the past few days, Ronan also tried to feed the raven some roasted dragon meat. The raven's body has not changed, but its feathers are darker, its mouth is harder, and its eyes are brighter with wisdom.

He was pecking at the meat, and his black eyes were shining, staring at Jess all the time.

Jess wondered why there was a sense of sarcasm in Bomb's eyes?
"This idiot raven is mocking me?" She really wanted to remind the raven solemnly: "In this family, you are at the bottom! And I, second! Second!"

The raven flapped its wings and flew away, continuing to watch on the roof.

Jess picked up the knife and hook and went on skinning.

I soon discovered that my own strength, agility, and body coordination have all improved.

The subordinates speeded up, and the flesh on the faucet was peeled off one after another, and Jess put it in the container again, to be dealt with later.

After finally peeling off the dragon bones, Jess was about to take a breath when she saw that Ronan had taken out some folded dragon skins and large dragon scales.

Dragon skin is very tough, and dragon scales are not generally strong.

Jess immediately thought: "What can I do with them?"

Ronan said casually: "Dragon skins are made into combat uniforms, and dragon scales are made into shields."

"Uh..." Jess was very conscious, and the corresponding thought immediately popped up in her mind: "I'm going to start a new course again?"

But the architecture class is not over yet...

At this moment, she felt that she was not enough.

Do you want to find a few people to share?Jess thought about it seriously.

Ronan asked, "Can you do it here?"

How could Jess, who is brave, fearless and ingenious, not be able to do it?She answered straight away: "No problem!"

Jess immediately thought of a way. There are many top tailors in Italy, and she immediately asked her grandma to charter a plane to send them over. With her intelligence, she can learn handicrafts very quickly!

One new course after another, Jess felt that she must have a particularly fulfilling life in the future.

Ronan put the things in the vault and said, "Make more combat uniforms for women, and make more shields. I can use them."

Hearing the word "female", Jess immediately cheered up and thought of Clary in Shadowhunters.

But after a little thought, that little girl was nothing to be afraid of, and she couldn't threaten her status at all.

Jess is very confident, as long as she lives well, her position will be absolutely firm!
Ronan looked at the time and said, "Let's go, let's go upstairs."

Jess untied the butcher's apron and cleaned herself up a little: "I'm going to take a shower first."

The two came to the bathroom, and Ronan took out dragon blood as a reward: "This is dragon blood, bathing in dragon blood can increase physical strength."

Jess touched the warm dragon's blood, poured it into the bathtub for two, undressed herself first, and then helped Ronan undress.

The two rolled into the bathtub and soaked in the fiery dragon's blood.

Jess smeared dragon blood all over her body. The hot feeling made her hard to restrain. She pressed against Ronan's body: "There are some places that I can't apply. You... help me, okay?"

How could Ronan refuse, after all, this is a very cute little maid.

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Great Britain, London.

Kingsman Manor, sitting at the round wooden table in the lobby, Arthur sat at the head, opened the box, took out a pair of glasses and put them on, as if his old eyes were dizzy and difficult to see.

Gawain, the Knight of the Round Table, sat on the side, and said: "There is definite information that Joan of Arc opened one eye, and then fell into a deep sleep, and will definitely wake up within the year."

Arthur picked up the hot coffee and took a sip: "Joan has a grudge against us, but... her attitude after waking up is hard to say."

Gao Wen understood what she meant: "France."

Arthur said coldly: "A country that has lost its faith."

Gao Wen continued: "Information from Syndicate shows that Cobra is gathering strength and preparing to plan a big operation in Paris."

Arthur asked: "Those reptiles still have energy?"

"Their strengthening experiment has made a breakthrough." Gao Wen said that the news from the Syndicate: "A few old guys in Catalan have woken up. They were the most stubborn Catalists back then."

Arthur said: "The syndicate's information can only be used as a reference, and it cannot be completely trusted. Let MI6 keep an eye on it."

Mentioning the Syndicate, the leader of the Knights of the Round Table turned cold: "You think the Syndicate is somewhat credible."

When it comes to the most potential candidate of the Knights of the Round Table, Gawain is relatively cautious: "The Syndicate has been providing us with information, 90.00% of which are very reliable."

Arthur put down his coffee cup: "The other [-] percent is the most critical, such as the Middle East and Israel."

Gawain defaults.

Arthur asked: "Are you sure when she will come back to report?"

Gawain thought for a while and said, "Ilsa hasn't given a clear answer."

"She is already at the peak of the second level. The last time Galahad saw her, her actual combat ability even surpassed the ordinary third level." Arthur deduced: "To further improve, she must be promoted to the third level."

Gao Wen said: "In the notice we gave her, the debriefing included promotion to the third rank."

Arthur has read Ilsa's detailed information: "Some of the people we adopted back then were of Celtic descent."

Gao Wen said, "Ilsa is one of them."

"Based on what I know about Ilsa, she will definitely come to London." Arthur was expressionless, with only wrinkles on his face: "Are you sure where she is?"

Gao Wen's subordinates have been doing related monitoring: "There is a location in the knight's sword that was awarded to her, and the last displayed location of the location is Paris."

Arthur closed his eyes, thought for a moment, and said, "No, she's coming to London!"

As the leader of the Knights of the Round Table, on the land of Great Britain, Arthur had a feeling for his subordinates: "Mobilize people, find her, and bring her back."

"Yes!" Gao Wen tentatively asked, "What if she refuses to come back?"

Arthur said directly: "It doesn't matter whether you live or die!"

…………

London's West End, Notting Hill.

The neighborhood was built in the 18th century and still maintains a Victorian style.

Ilsa, in disguise, walks through the Portobello flea market and walks unhurriedly towards an antique bookstore.

The bookstore is not small, occupying a whole row of buildings along the street. In addition to books, it also sells ancient maps, gold and silver utensils and tourist souvenirs.

Ilsa entered the bookstore and went straight to the second floor.

The first and second floors are shops, and the stairs leading to the third floor are closed.

As a former MI6 agent, an alternate knight of the Knights of the Round Table, and the leader of the largest terrorist organization in Europe, Ilsa knows far more than ordinary people, and some even don't know much about the Knights of the Round Table.

At the end of the shop on the second floor, there was an older female staff member in a black uniform who was sitting at the desk reading a book, not caring at all whether the goods could be sold or not.

On the wall behind her, there is a logo: On the dead branch inside the circle, there is a black crow standing!
Ilsa came closer, took out a badge that Ronan got from the treasure of the Akasha family, and said, "I'm looking for Morgan Le Fay."

The female staff first glanced at Ilsa. Her brown and slightly reddish hair was tied behind her head. Her appearance was ordinary, a very ordinary woman.

Then look at the emblem, the symbol of the members of the Witch Council.

"You wait." The female employee picked up the badge, entered a door behind, and quickly turned back, making a gesture of invitation: "The leader is waiting for you up there."

Ilsa entered, and followed her up the stairs to the fifth floor, through the corridor, and into a study.

The female staff asked her to wait a moment, then left.

The bookshelves in the study opened automatically at this moment, and a woman walked in.

This person has long brown-red hair, wearing a black sleeveless robe, low-cut design, highlighting the bottomless career line, heavy makeup with dark eye shadow and crow tattoos on his bare arms, making the whole person It looks rather gloomy.

Ilsa's eyes fell on the wooden staff in her hand, and a crow with its wings folded was engraved on the top of the staff.

"Sit!" The woman sat at a dark table and buckled the emblem in the middle of the table: "Where did you get it?"

Ilsa opened the chair, sat opposite her, turned over the emblem, and the ancient Latin was engraved on the back: "Sarah Hughes, member of the Witches of Avalon, Maude, illegitimate son of King Arthur and her sister Morgan Lefey Red's descendant."

She looked at the witch on the opposite side: "Are you Morgan Lefey?"

The witch said: "Morgan Lefey has already accompanied King Arthur back to Avalon. I am Hecate, the current king of witches."

Ilsa stared.

Hecate said, "I smell the Knights of the Round Table on you. Who are you? Why is the emblem of Sarah Hughes in your hand?"

"I found this emblem in a vampire's lair in Romania." Ilsa said half-truthfully, "That lair belongs to the Akasha vampire family."

Hecate put away the emblem and continued to stare at Ilsa: "Are you a knight of the round table?"

Ilsa said, "Yes, and no."

In the same way, she said a little bit, and reserved more: "I am walking the extraordinary path of the Knights of the Round Table, but I cannot be promoted after the second level."

Hecate suddenly smiled: "Want to get rid of the control of the Knights of the Round Table?"

Ilsa said, "That's right."

Hecate held out his hand: "Give me your hand."

Ilsa was very careful, keeping her hand on the table, but keeping Hecate out of it.

Although witches also become stronger through advancement, their abilities come from blood, and some witches have very strange blood talents.

Hecate glanced and said, "You are of Celtic descent."

Ilsa grew up in London and had a very vague concept of blood. She wanted to get rid of the Knights of the Round Table not because of the Celts or Scotland, but because of Ronan.

Hecate said: "If you don't want to be promoted through the Knights of the Round Table, there are only two ways."

Under her black eyeshadow, she has the same deep dark circles: "One way is to coerce the current Arthur and let them hold a promotion ceremony for you; the other way is to find the inheritance of King Arthur."

Before Ilsa came to London, she did a lot of research: "The Witches used to fight side by side with King Arthur. The first king of witches and the fairy of the lake, Vivienne-Nelu, presented Arthur with the sword of the king. Vivienne- Nilu's successor, Morgan Le Fay, had an affair with Arthur and ordered his illegitimate son to kill Arthur. Morgan Le Fay then escorted Arthur's soul back to Avalon. Do you have a share in the inheritance of the Knights of the Round Table? ?”

"No." Hecate said directly: "The Witches' Guild and the Knights of the Round Table are neither friends nor foes. There was a life-and-death battle. How could they pass on their inheritance to us?"

Ilsa asked: "The enemy?"

Hecate said: "They were originally the guardians of the Celts, but they fell into the camp of Ansa who slaughtered the Celts."

The calm voice of the Witch King suddenly became sharp: "If Arthur is reborn, he will kill them all first!"

She shook her head slightly: "Unfortunately, Vivienne died, Morgan left, and after the dark years of the Middle Ages, there were very few real witches left, and the witches would be passed on to me, severely weakened, and could only hide in a corner of London on one's last legs."

Ilsa is not interested in the grievances and grievances between the Witches and the Knights of the Round Table, and she is also indifferent to the hatred of Scotland and Britain, as well as the Celts and Anza.

The Celts just came to this land earlier than Anza.

All she wanted was to obtain the inheritance of the Knights of the Round Table and follow in Ronan's footsteps. From then on, the number one female terrorist in the world and the number one male terrorist lived happily together, doing whatever she wanted.

She brought the topic that Hecate deliberately distorted, and brought it back on track: "Do you have any clues to the inheritance? We can make a deal."

Hecate asked, "What can you give?"

Ilsa offers a price that is hard to refuse for a witch living in modern society: "1000 million euros!"

Witches also need food, clothing, housing and transportation, and enjoy life. Hecate's eyebrows twitched unconsciously: "I'm a witch, money..."

Ilsa is the leader of the syndicate, and when it was time to cut the mess quickly, she never hesitated: "2000 million euros!"

He straightened his shirt and prepared to stand up.

"Well, I can provide clues, but there are some things I have to say first." Hecate first vaccinated: "The clues may not be accurate, because many of them are legends passed down orally by witches."

Ilsa has confidence and confidence: "Speak."

Hecate said: "If you got the Broken Steel Sword, which is the Sword of Kings, you will naturally get the inheritance of the Knights of the Round Table."

She didn't interrupt, and said directly: "Vivien's gift of the King's Sword is due to Merlin's shameless plea. Conquer all the witches, form the Avalon Witch Guild, and ascend to the throne of the Witch King."

Ilsa didn't speak. These words of praise for Vivienne-Nelu were completely different from the records in the book, so she just listened.

Hecate added: "Not only witches, some male mages and druids have also voluntarily joined the Witch Council."

Having said that, he snapped his fingers behind him: "Bring me my notes."

The bookshelf was opened again, and the man with the pig's head came out amidst the sound of pounding footsteps.

Hecate introduced: "This is the wild boar Gruarch, a solidified beast druid."

Ilsa glanced at it and nodded slightly.

Hecate added: "The power of the witch society is getting stronger day by day. Merlin and Arthur were afraid, thinking that witches would threaten their rule. During a meeting on the mountaintop, they colluded with the betrayed witch and attacked Vivienne. That battle , Merlin led many disciples, united with the Knights of the Round Table and the brigade of high-ranking knights to attack, and the Witch Guild suffered heavy losses..."

"But they couldn't kill Vivienne. Arthur and Merlin could only dismember Vivienne and hide her limbs, torso and head in a hidden place. It's a pity that we haven't found it for so many years. Perhaps there is someone in the Knights of the Round Table." record."

Ilsa stared at Hecate with sharp eyes like a sword!

But Hecate said: "The Sword of the King was originally given to Arthur by Vivienne. After Vivienne was dismembered, the Sword of the King was forcibly taken back, and before Vivienne died, she bewitched Arthur's sister and mistress Morgan -Le Fay, Arthur without the King's Sword, died at the hands of his illegitimate son Mordred."

What Ilsa knew was completely different from what Hecate said.

As for which is true and which is false, it doesn't matter.

Hecate said: "Besides the Knights of the Round Table, if you want to obtain the inheritance, you need to find the King's Sword. If you want to find the King's Sword, you need to find Vivienne-Nilu."

How could Ilsa fail to see Hecate's purpose: "You want to resurrect Vivienne-Nelu?"

Hecate did not deny it: "The fairy of the lake, the king of witches, is one of the masters of this land." She further said: "If you wish, the witches will fully cooperate with you."

Ilsa didn't answer, asked for the relevant account, took out her mobile phone and made a call, saying, "2000 million euros, transferred."

She was somewhat contaminated with some of Ronan's qualities, and when she was about to leave, she said, "I want me to help you find Vivienne, what can you give?"

Hecate didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Ilsa turned and left without looking at Hecate again.

Hecate took out his mobile phone and looked at the transfer record he had just received, and suddenly felt that the 2000 million euros might not stay in the account for long.

Even, part of it needs to be filled in.

The Scottish referendum is approaching again, and the Celtics want to get rid of Anza, which is only an insignificant part in law, and the key lies in fists and strength.

Those despicable bastards of the Knights of the Round Table betrayed the Celts and threw themselves into the arms of Anza.

The current Witch Guild will not be able to confront them head-on unless Vivienne returns.

Hecate said to Gruarch the boar: "Get someone to book a plane ticket. I'm going to Edinburgh, the capital of Scotland."

Politicians who really want to promote Celtic autonomy must be given confidence. As long as Scotland succeeds in the referendum and keeps this result, Wales will not be far away.

(End of this chapter)