Fog Capital, outside the city, Sir Pukins' Manor.
Inside the Knight Agency, before the massive round table, people sat around. They were all heads of Knight Agencies from various places — at this moment, everyone had an identical box placed in front of them.
Security here was tight — because, just outside the doors of this round table conference room, apart from the already abducted Lancelot, all current Twelve Round Table members were guarding here, along with nearly thirty Great Knights and over a hundred Elite Knights.
"Begin."
Sir Pukins softly spoke, first opening the box in front of him — he took out a green gemstone the size of a pebble.
Meanwhile, almost simultaneously, heads of Knight Agencies from various places also took the same item from the boxes in front of them.
Afterwards, Sir Pukins twisted the ornament on his cane, then inserted it into a small recess on the table in front of him... turning.
