A Heart Set on One Alone

Bai Mo explained to Woodwose that although he could accept being tricked by Muryan at first, he found it embarrassing to be put into a miniature Dawn of Salvation as a battery.

You must be joking, right?

"I have a log of the battle we just fought. Would you like to see it?"

Upon hearing Bai Mo's words, Woodwose remained silent for a moment, then squatted down and asked Bai Mo with a somewhat cautious and reserved demeanor, "How much would it take for you to keep this matter from leaking out?"

Bawan Xi sneered from the side, "What? Still trying to cover it up? Do you even know what shame is? You've caused such a huge mess this time, do you still have the nerve to lift your head up?"

"What? It's Bavan Shi. You piece of trash, how come you weren't slapped to death by Beryl? Looks like this human has borne quite a burden for you."

"What did you say?!"

"Stop arguing. I woke you up not so you could argue with Bavanshi. More than that, I want to know what kind of magic you've been subjected to. You've been drained dry and still haven't woken up."

Seeing this, Bavan Hill snorted coldly at Woodwose, then turned and left, leaving the room to the two of them.

Upon hearing Bai Mo's question, Woodwose fell into deep thought. He tried to recall the situation, but couldn't remember anything else. Then, looking troubled, he said:

"I'm sorry, I didn't see anyone who attacked me, and I don't recall anyone possessing such skills... I only vaguely remember hearing an insect chirping before I fell asleep."

"The chirping of insects?"

"Yes, the sound of insects flapping their wings, that's all. Sorry, it didn't serve any purpose at all."

Woodwose lowered his head. He prided himself on being Britain's sharpest sword, but in this incident, he had not played any role and had even been used as a battery to power that bastard Beryl.

Looking back now, he even felt a sliver of fear. Who were these methods from? The power of never waking up and this power-draining device—when exactly did Britain begin to harbor such a troublesome enemy?

Moreover, His Majesty is not present, Barghest is somewhat reliable but has too many limitations, Melusine is merely going through the motions, and Bavan Shi is completely useless...

And then there's the impending catastrophe, a once-in-a-millennium disaster, that's terrifying...

After reviewing the various situations in Britain, Woodwose felt a swelling in his head, as if it were about to burst. But seeing Bai Mo pondering the information about the insect chirping, he breathed a sigh of relief.

At least God didn't abandon Britain and sent a reliable one, even though he had a bad temper.

"Is the matter here resolved? Has Woodwose woken up?"

A familiar voice came from outside the door. Woodwose was startled at first, then a look of surprise and joy spread across his face.

"Your Majesty, you are not dead! You are still alive!"

"I have a feeling that every fairy would say something like that to me. Never mind. Woodwose, I have a task for you now. Go to Oxford right now and fetch me the Clan Bell the Oxford."

The faster the better, act immediately.

Morgan acted like a ruthless, exploitative boss, demanding that Woodwose, who had just been whipped so badly he couldn't even stand, immediately get back to work, without Woodwose finding it strange at all.

This attitude of treating people as mere tools is undoubtedly characteristic of Morgan.

"Okay, I'll rest for a bit and then get started."

"Time is tight and the task is heavy. We can sleep until we die after we finish at Woodwose. Oxford is heavily guarded, so a direct assault would be troublesome, but we might also be infiltrated. The sooner we go, the better."

The Fang Clan is the most skilled clan in battle, and Woodwose is a staunch opponent of the Child of Prophecy. He ordered Oxford to enter a state of war alert, and anyone who tries to ring the Clan Bell in Oxford under the banner of the Child of Prophecy will be torn to pieces by the claws.

Morgan paused for a moment, then continued, "Remember to send the humans from Oxford as well?"

Woodwose could understand the former, but he was puzzled by the request to humans. However, Woodwose was the kind of person who, even when given an extremely abstract task, would think, "Her Majesty must have a deeper meaning in doing this."

And the subordinates who continue to carry out the orders.

Just as he was about to leave, he belatedly realized what had happened. He touched his pockets and, whether the guy who had hypnotized him was unscrupulous or what, had taken everything from his pockets—his wallet, jewelry, and other valuables.

"What's wrong? Aren't you leaving?"

"Um, Your Majesty, I just remembered something. Wasn't Beryl dead? You..."

"Yes, Beryl is definitely dead beyond dead. After all, that guy is completely useless now. I've found someone better, more perfect... and that will never change." As he spoke, Morgan silently walked over to Bai Mo, who was discussing things with the Chaldea members.

"That prophetic mural about the six goblins that Caster and the others saw before, could the thing underneath it be related to insects? And what about the last part of the prophetic poem... Morgan?"

Bai Mo was suddenly grabbed by the wrist by Morgan, a rather intimate gesture, while Morgan continued to hold his wrist.

"It's nothing, just a little happy. I haven't felt this joy in a long time. Victory is within reach, and I couldn't have done it without your help."

Please keep up the good work regarding the relocation of my Britain.

"There's no need to repeat this. I'm not going to back out or run away."

At this moment, if the person in front of her were to betray her, it would be a betrayal she could hardly bear, and she couldn't imagine the consequences. But what reassured Morgan was that the person in front of her was certain that he would not betray her.

"That's enough. Let's rest after the battle. I'll go set up the Water Mirror; there's no need to rush."

Morgan stretched out his hand and opened a mirror, then stepped into it. Back in New Darlington, Morgan had spent almost an entire night finally replicating the Britain Water Mirror Magecraft.

Although it was a bit late, this meant that Bai Mo and the others could freely travel to different parts of Britain using the Water Mirror, effectively utilizing spatial teleportation ahead of schedule.

Seeing this, Woodwose's hair stood on end. Bai Mo sighed as he looked at him, thinking that Morgan really treated fairies like livestock. He then followed Woodwose away.

Unbeknownst to everyone, a tiny, insignificant insect fluttered its wings and flew away from the window.