His lips are very thin, and his hair color is flaxen... He is not strong, but his figure is very slender, and he is wearing dark blue clothing in the style of the Baroque period.

He is like an actor in a stage play...but this era is obviously not the era of these clothes.

"Imagine..." Another man came slowly at this time - he was the bartender of the tavern where Mr. Reid, a senior cadre of the 'Doomsday Myth', had been before he was laid up. He came to the player who was playing

Next to the man with the harmonica, he continued: "Hohn-Lennon, I thought you didn't like modern music."

He continued his playing, and when he finished playing the piece, he put down his harmonica, looked at the bartender and said, "Dobas, there's no news about Red yet."

Mr. Bartender... Dobas shook his head, "According to the original plan, Red's target was the Eye of the Twist, but obviously he failed... It is very possible that he has fallen into the trap of the Knights of the Twist."

In their hands. In fact, they may have learned something from Red’s mouth.”

The man shook his head and said: "I believe Red, he is protected by Gillian's soul... No one can surpass the power of the psychic witch to question a person, and he is also a determined person."

"Actually, I have reservations about this psychic witch." Dobas said calmly: "I have been unable to contact her since the beginning of the plan. Sir, we don't even know the true plan of this psychic witch."

He said: "Whether she is sincerely helping us or has other motives, it will have no impact on the plan itself... However, since Red is missing, let's advance the plan time."

"Three days later?" Dobas frowned, "The British government may not accept it."

"What we need is not compromise from them, but fear."

He looked towards the direction of the Platinum Palace where the Queen was, "We have been hiding like rats on the street for too long. Only fear can allow us to have a real land of life... The bill to leave the European Union has been passed. This

The country will be isolated and helpless in the future, and this will be our best opportunity. A country where orcs can live freely under the sun... Dobas, do you see it?"

"Caesar..."

"At three o'clock in the afternoon, plan ahead." He turned around, waved his hand, and said in a deep voice, "Let the myth of the doomsday start from here and be covered!"

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Her Majesty's Theatre.

It is impossible to enter the venue before buying in advance... It is never possible for a maid lady. Any place that cannot be entered by its master carries original sin.

"How can it be so serious..."

Luo Qiu gently squeezed the maid's hand, then took her and followed the flow of people into the theater slowly.

There is actually still more than half an hour before the official performance.

But even though he had obtained a ticket to enter the venue, the entire process of entering the venue was not too smooth - Boss Luo, who had long been accustomed to his own physique, looked at the layers of security checks without any disturbance in his heart.

Such strict inspection is not a sequelae of last night's terrorist attack - it's just because a big shot also came to the theater today.

Her Majesty the Queen of the British Empire.

Others would not know that Her Majesty the Queen is not in the mood to come here to watch the opera at this time - her arrival is just the idea of ​​the staff behind her: the more times like this, the more Her Majesty the Queen, as the representative of the country, becomes

You can't show panic and act like nothing happened, so that the people will not take the attack too seriously.

Commonly known as: whitewashing peace.

"I should have made up for this year's salary and told these guys to go back to their hometowns."
Chapter completed!