Chapter 386: Knight’s Banquet (Part 7)

The Holy Knight Order is the originator of knights. The knights on the West Coast are just playing with their leftover tricks.

The Holy Knight Order came personally to attend the Knight Feast. If you don’t let them in, won’t it become a laughingstock for the whole world?

In the end, it’s the Knight Feast that needs the Holy Knight Order to enhance its own prestige.

But the Holy Knight Order does not need such a childish Knight Feast to boost its reputation.

“You child’s play knights dare to give us attitude? How ridiculous.”

Samimi snorted coldly.

All those hot-tempered knights present, not a single one dared to talk back.

That shows how heavy the name “Holy Knight” really is.

And so, the Revenge Squad successfully infiltrated the Seaside Town.

Only famous large knight orders from the West Sea could get through this blockade.

Of course, there was a price.

From this moment on, they had officially entered the game as representatives of the Church.

Every move they made would represent the Church.

Once they acted, there was no turning back.

“So what? I don’t care.”

Samimi was unfazed.

She was Archbishop Samimi.

The Church was already her backyard, a tool she used to expand her territory.

But that’s getting off topic.

Anyway, this Seaside Town, the birthplace of the Human Emperor, was called—Dream Village.

After walking around a few times, Samimi was 100% sure this place was essentially a beach resort.

It was full of seaside entertainment facilities and high-end hotels, selling Human Emperor souvenirs everywhere, even various man-made Human Emperor landmarks.

It had sentiment.

But everything cost money, and it was ridiculously expensive.

The flavor of Another World was completely gone. Samimi only smelled a strong modern stench of money.

“Heh.”

Samimi laughed in anger.

She hadn’t been this speechless in a long time.

How did the perfectly good birthplace of the Human Emperor turn into a tourist commercial street?

There were still a few days until the Knight Feast officially began.

The Revenge Squad could only temporarily stay in a high-end seaside hotel, watching gold coins flow away.

But Samimi took Niubao to play at the beach every day.

Seeing Niubao having so much fun, she felt the money was worth it.

Usually, when she called Niubao for a bath, she immediately turned into a stubborn cow, impossible to drag.

But the moment she arrived at the beach, she was happy instead.

I guess cows have a magical way of thinking.

But the overall atmosphere in Dream Village was not relaxed.

Most knights didn’t have the mood to sightsee like them.

Even her own teammates were far from relaxed.

Fabiana had been holding a fire lately, ready to explode at any moment.

She barely went out, staying in her room to cultivate, waiting for the Knight Feast.

Veronica was the complete opposite.

She had been almost invisible these past few days, rarely in her room.

Her occupational hazard had kicked in.

She ran around everywhere, scouting and reconnoitering.

She wouldn’t settle down until she had fully mapped out Dream Village.

Samimi had been busy too.

Probably the most diligent she had been since arriving at the West Sea.

She had been deeply researching the nature of magic.

Because the actual operation of the Doppelganger Black Samimi still had many minor issues, far from her ideal state.

It wasn’t easy to achieve a true counterfeit.

First was the Ordinary Flame Enchantment of the Book Centipede Core.

She needed to use this to simulate body heat, making Black Samimi look more alive.

Creating a person in Another World wasn’t hard.

The hard part was fooling real experts.

Because many strong individuals had unique observation methods.

For example, her own Clear Vision Technique, Veronica’s Crow Eye, or even the Hero Sword Saint’s Spring Eye could easily see through body details.

In the past, she used Substitution Techniques mostly activated temporarily in battle.

The enemy had no time to look closely.

But a Doppelganger was different.

This time she wanted Black Samimi to stand openly in front of everyone.

Those enemies would definitely stare at her carefully.

So she had to make this Doppelganger more real than a real person.

Otherwise, she’d be exposed at first glance.

Especially those strong in Battle Aura.

These people seemed like brutes, but they were best at observing enemies and judging combat strength.

Samimi sat under a beach umbrella and couldn’t help sighing:

‘I never thought I would one day have to steal vampire techniques.’

Black Samimi sat next to her, staring into space.

But this Doppelganger had an advantage.

It never sweated.

It didn’t matter if it wore that bulky Collector’s Edition Priest White Robe all day.

‘Damn, I’m so cute.’

Samimi admired herself narcissistically for a while.

Vanity aside, research had to continue.

She vaguely felt that the sky over Dream Village was about to change.

That ominous premonition in her heart grew heavier.

Many true experts were gathering here.

And as a Transmigrator, her premonitions were usually accurate.

Over the next few days, they noticeably reduced their outings, mostly holed up in the high-end hotel, quietly waiting for the Knight Feast to start.

Famous large knight orders and great nobles from all over the West Sea arrived in Dream Village one after another.

Except for a few core figures, most people didn’t know the true purpose of this Knight Feast.

They only knew that this time, they would probably organize the West Sea Allied Army to deal with the infamous Rebel Army.

No one wanted to miss this chance to make a name for themselves.

Then, something unexpected happened to all the knights.

The famous Giant Whale Knights, and the Knight King Char, actually came.

However, Knight King Char did not bring many people.

He only brought a few Giant Whale Knights with him.

After all, Fabiana, the “Rebel War Commander,” was his granddaughter. Everyone thought he would avoid suspicion and not attend.

Nobody expected him to come.

“You dare call yourself Knight King?”

“And you still have the nerve to come?”

“Ridiculous! Do you even know what knight spirit is?”

“Shameless thing!”

As soon as Knight King Char and the Giant Whale Knights stepped into the hotel lobby, before they could settle down, they were surrounded by a large group of knights from other orders and cursed on the spot.

Knight King Char looked as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

An aura of fragility radiated from him, as if he might collapse at any moment.

Faced with these insults and accusations, he remained silent.

Not a word.

No defense.

The next second, a mess of vegetable salad flew over.

Then, pre-prepared rotten eggs smashed down on Knight King Char and the few Giant Whale Knights.

“Everyone, stop! Sir Knight King is my guest. Do not be rude!”

Just before the situation completely spiraled out of control, a righteous figure appeared.

It was the host himself—Count Salam.

He rushed over with his Guard Knights to maintain order.

“Sir Char, you should go to your room and rest first. We’ll discuss matters later.”

Knight King Char responded in a low voice and could only leave this place of trouble with his people.

But Samimi, watching from the shadows, saw it clearly.

She saw only hypocrisy on the Count’s face, and a smugness he couldn’t hide.

“Hmph. He probably prepared those rotten eggs himself, and the guys were probably arranged by him too.”

Samimi sneered and commented sharply.

The five members of the Revenge Squad were currently hiding in the shadows, watching the show.

Fabiana watched this scene, her teeth nearly ground to dust, her whole body trembling with rage.

But she still suppressed her anger.

Now was not the time to act.

Only one count was on the scene.

The other two targets hadn’t appeared yet.

She couldn’t act rashly.

Seeing that Fabiana could hold steady, enduring the public humiliation of her grandfather, Samimi knew she was now someone who could accomplish great things.

Even Samimi herself felt furious.

But right now, they had to endure.

These were just appetizers.

The enemy was deliberately giving the Knight King a show of force.

The real humiliation was yet to come.

The Round Table Conference of the Knight Feast was where the real dramatic play would begin.