The immortal death knight failed to achieve the ending of the heroic spirit

Chapter 47 Believe in you as firmly as you believe in me
This was Menechel's first morning meeting since returning to Camelot.

As early as three days ago, Menechel had returned to Camelot, and he was accompanied by Sir Hector.The middle-aged man gave up defending Galo City when he heard that the rebels had reinforcements and returned to Camelot together.

It's just that only one out of ten of the guards brought out from Galo City survived all the way.

But such a trivial matter did not attract people's attention. The people of Camelot were celebrating their victory again and resisted the invasion of foreign tribes.

After removing the usual worship process, it was Artoria's scene talk.Except for Hector, who wanted to retire, who was rewarded with a small piece of territory in the Camelot countryside, all knights including Aguevin were only rewarded with money.

Even though Menechel frequently looked at Artoria sitting on the throne, it didn't change anything.

There are certain things that cannot be done when there are many people.

So after the morning meeting was over, Menechel resolutely rejected Gawain's invitation to the tavern, and turned into Artoria's apse familiarly.

Arturia was working at this time.

Menechel looked thoughtfully at Arturia who was concentrating on her work.

"If you have anything to say, just ask."

Perhaps because Menechel felt uncomfortable looking at it, Artoria raised her head and her tone was full of displeasure.

"Why do you have to listen to those guys talking crap every morning when there's so much work to do."

Although Menechel is happy to share some of the work for Artoria, Artoria is not at ease with Minechel. From the girl's point of view, with Menechel's personality, it is estimated that she can't change a few jobs. I will tear up all the files in this stack of papers.

Although most of them were pretty words of little use, Artoria couldn't help but pay attention to the letters mixed in between the pretty words.

"When did you learn to beat around the bush." ​​Arturia looked at Menechel in surprise.

"Influenced by Agora."

"Ask directly in the future, it's so euphemistic and strange." Artoria nodded, and then continued: "You want to ask why there are new nobles in Camelot, right?"

Although Menechel didn't answer, Artoria had already understood everything from the eyes of the other party, and the dull hair on her head fell down unconsciously as if she understood her master's distress.

"Not long after the nobles of the previous generation in Camelot were killed, some merchants in the original city spontaneously accepted their legacy." Artoria has also been paying attention to this matter, but these so-called new nobles After obtaining the corresponding status, he sensibly paid a large amount of wealth, and even sent his own children to serve as knights.

Even at the morning meeting, the new nobles spontaneously stood behind the knights, with a humble attitude.

"But speaking of efficiency, Menechel, I have a new idea." Artoria's eyes brightened a bit when she mentioned this, she moved her face closer to Menechel without hesitation, and at the same time brought The young girl's youthful breath: "I am going to abolish this kind of morning meeting with heavy etiquette, so the efficiency of the discussion is still too slow."

Hearing that something was going on, Menechel finally managed to look away from Artoria's pink lips, and Artoria also ignored Minechel's small movements and continued: "I want to send Kame All the outstanding knights of Luo are gathered around the round table, and everyone can speak freely without any distinction of status, so the discussion will be much more convenient."

The rise of the new nobles in Camelot means that Artoria's idea of ​​revolutionizing the country cannot be realized, but this does not mean that Artoria can't do anything. The power of the entire country, so Artoria is going to take advantage of this gap to gradually lift the power of the aristocracy.

Drawing a fief to Hector at the meeting this morning was a small temptation for Artoria.

Menechel was a little dazed by the thought that was so advanced that it caught people off guard.It's just that he doesn't care whether it's the nobles or the knights who are in power. Anyway, if Artoria finds it troublesome and plans to get rid of it, he doesn't care about the identity of the person who killed it.

"I think it's very good." Menechel smiled. He lay on the table and looked at Artoria at the same level: "I think it's better not to look for me when discussing specific matters."

"At that time, it will be up to you to be the executive officer-evaluate whether the knights have the ability to sit on the round table."

"Let's delay this matter first." Menechel suddenly looked serious, he remembered the reason why he was looking for Artoria today, and he asked in a solemn tone: "How many soldiers are there in Camelot. "

Arturia closed her eyes, and after a moment of silence, she said, "If you don't count the 200 people brought back by Uncle Hector, there will be no more than 800 knights, and about 4000 if you count the soldiers."

This is a very dangerous number. As a holy capital with a large area, only these troops are retained, which just shows the dire situation of Camelot.

The soldiers guarding the foreigners and Rome could not be used, and to quell the four rebellions in Britain, soldiers had to be drawn from the city of Camelot.Although Arturia repeatedly claimed that Camelot had enough soldiers and food in the face of those rebels who pretended to be king, the real situation was just the opposite.

"4000 people."

Menechel's eyes faltered for a moment, but immediately regained clarity.

"I want to take 2000 people to quell the rebellion in the North."

He gritted his teeth and said his request.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.The northern rebels lost nearly [-] soldiers due to a flood, and their combat power and morale were at their lowest point. If they could defeat the four rebels in the northern region one by one, it would reduce the arrogance of the rebels in the rest of the country.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, 2000 people had to leave, and Menechel also knew that his request was a little too much, which was tantamount to putting Camelot in a dangerous situation.

Under Menechel's nervous gaze, Artoria said nothing.

"No." Arturia finally spoke. The girl's expression was serious and she didn't seem to be joking at all: "Although the northern rebels suffered heavy losses, at least 5000 people can be gathered together. If something happens to you and these 2000 people, It's going to get worse for Camelot."

"I see."

Feeling light in his body, Menechel was surprised to find that he was relieved—yes, the responsibilities of this expedition were too heavy, and even he felt the long-lost pressure.

"So you have to bring at least 3000 people with you to ensure safety." Artoria spoke again, and Minechel's figure was reflected in the girl's eyes.What Menechel could think of, Artoria could also think of.

Maintaining the status quo and continuing to tear down the east wall to make up the west wall is just to delay Camelot's demise. Rather than just sit and wait for death, Artoria is more willing to put everything on the gamble.

"But in this case—"

Menechel was a little flustered, and he hurriedly wanted to explain to Artoria the drawbacks of this radical approach.

"It's not like you to look forward and backward like this, Menechel." Artoria showed a girly and quiet smile. It is estimated that only a girl would not care about the dignity of the king in front of familiar people.She put her index finger up in front of Menechel's lips, blocking the next long speech.

"I believe in you, as firmly as you believe in me."

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