Chapter 427: The New Leader

"Now?" Roger asked.

Gaharad smiled.

"I suppose you wouldn't want to keep Mr. Green waiting too long, would you?"

Having nothing to pack, Roger immediately followed Gaharad out of the hotel.

A black sedan was already waiting downstairs for the two of them.

The car drove away from the hustle and bustle of the Metropolis and arrived at a manor on the outskirts of Mist City.

The lawn was neatly trimmed, and the vast manor was empty; by the time Gaharad led Roger to the top-floor study,

Green was sitting in an armchair, his back to Roger, looking at the scenery outside the window.

From his angle, he had an unobstructed view of the distant Mist City.

"Mr. Green, Bedivere has arrived."

Gaharad nodded and then stepped back, closing the door behind him as he left.

Compared to when he attended the Round Table meeting, Green seemed to exude even more of an air of twilight. His body was frail, wrapped in a black blanket, as if he might fall asleep at any moment.