I really didn't want to burn it.

Driven by such emotions, how could Mordred possibly be willing to wait until tomorrow morning?!

So Mordred cracked his neck a couple of times and said to his men, "Since we're already here, let's go for something big."

Bedivere, the only one in the group whose thinking was still relatively rational, frowned and asked nervously, "Mordred, what are you doing? Are you going to attack the gates of Rome? Do you know what kind of diplomatic dispute this will cause?!"

If the ruler of one country attacks the city gates of another country's capital, and this is discovered, the worst-case scenario is that the two countries go to war.

"If Mr. Agruven finds out, he'll probably get a perforated stomach, right? I hope Mr. Agruven is alright."

Kind Bedivere offered a prayer for Agravan, who remained behind British lines.

Mordred tapped Bedivere on the head with the hilt of his sword.

"Pshaw, I'm not that stupid. Don't forget, we snuck out, so we need to be careful."

Mordred's words put Bedivere at ease for a moment, but Mordred's next words immediately made him anxious again.

“We’ll find a way to climb over the city wall and sneak in,” Xiao Mo said, rubbing his hands together. “I’ve always wanted to imitate those heroes who could fly over rooftops and scale walls in Li Ang’s stories.”

Bedivere still had reservations: "This isn't a good idea... what if we get caught..."

"It's not like it's our British capital, equipped with an intruder alarm set up by Leon," Gawain said casually, patting Beckham on the shoulder to comfort him.

Lancelot rolled his eyes at Gawain: "Shut up, your mouth is definitely blessed with bad luck."

Gawain gave Lancelot a provocative look. "What? We, the so-called most perfect knights of the Round Table, don't even dare to infiltrate Rome? In that case, you can wait outside, and the rest of us will go in."

Unable to resist the provocation, Lancelot steeled his resolve and said, "Fine, I'll climb over the wall then. How could I possibly lose to someone like you who can't get an erection at night?"

Lancelot's ambiguous statement, while not particularly offensive, is extremely insulting.

No matter how corrupt a man may be, he will never think that he is incapable.

Gao Wenqi's teeth chattered as he drew his sword and pointed it at Lancelot: "Then let's have a contest to see who gets into Rome first!"

"Let's compete! Who's afraid of who!"

"Men are always like children who never grow up."

Guinevere shook her head helplessly, then leaned against Mordred's back.

"Hey!"

Guinevere smiled as brightly as a flower, "I'm physically useless, so I can only ask you, Xiao Mo, for help if I want to see my husband."

"They're pushing their luck..."

While saying this, Xiao Mo obediently tied Guinevere with a rope and then climbed up the Roman city wall.

"Be careful not to fall!"

Led by Mordred, and with Gawain and Lancelot locked in a fierce battle, the Knights of the Round Table easily scaled the city walls and entered Rome.

Unfortunately, the same person designed the security defenses of both Rome and the British capital, namely a man surnamed Li.

The alarm system that Gawain mentioned existed in the British capital, and it also existed in Rome.

Thus, the Knights of the Round Table, strangers to each other, triggered the defensive barrier alarm the moment they stepped onto the walls of Rome.

The alarm blared through the night sky of Rome with a series of loud "Duang—Duang—Duang—" sounds.

"Damn! This alarm sounds just like the one in my house! It's so damn awful!"

While grumbling, Mordred and his fellow knights began playing a game of tag in Rome.

"So... what do we do now?"

Bedivere was almost in tears.

"In short, no matter what, I absolutely cannot get caught! I can't even be recognized!"

Despite his erratic behavior, Mordred still clearly understood the importance and urgency of matters.

It doesn't matter if the others get caught; at most, they'll be treated as spies.

The only exception is her—the current King of Britain. Even if she is not captured, merely being recognized would cause a diplomatic earthquake between the two countries.

and so--

Click, click.

Mordred's armor emitted a mechanical sound as it changed structure, and then actively covered Mordred's head with its helmet.

"Okay, here's the plan."

Mordred said to the others, "If we're about to be caught, one of you should sacrifice yourself."

"Mordred, this is going too far!" Gawain roared. "What do you take your brother for?!"

"A pawn that can be discarded at any time."

"Hey!"

Bedivere clutched his forehead in anguish: "We might as well have flipped back when the alarm was triggered."

"Impossible! Didn't you see the city walls are full of archers?!"

"Um, Xiao Mo..."

Guinevere, who was lying on Mordred's back, called out softly.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Guinevere covered her mouth and said with a pained expression, "I feel so bad... Slow down... I'm dizzy."

"Wait! Please don't throw up!"

Mordred screamed and tried to put Guinevere down. But the ropes binding them together were too tight, and Mordred's armor made things difficult.

"Damn it! Of all times..."

"Found them! The intruder is there!"

A squad of Roman guards spotted Mordred and his party.

"Oops!"

"Run!"

"What the hell!"

Mordred had no choice but to give up on untying the ropes and continue carrying Guinevere forward.

"This won't do," Lancelot suggested. "We're too conspicuous as a group; let's split up and run!"

"Whoever gets caught is up to fate."

“Let’s do it this way! In short, let’s find a way to hide until dawn tomorrow, and then find the king.” Gawain rarely agreed to Lancelot’s suggestion.

"Wait, what if I get arrested?!"

Mordred heard this loudly.

Gawain gave Mordred a thumbs up. "Sis, just push the blame onto Mom! She's the one who'll take the fall anyway."

"That makes sense... Hey! Wait a minute!"

Mordred wanted to say something more, but the others, in perfect unison, fled in different directions.

As they fled, they pointed out Mordred.

"I'm just a lackey, the mastermind is that guy in red armor!" *N

"Damn it—! You bunch of bastards!"

Mordred shook his head and let out a long roar.

"Arrest them all! This is His Majesty the Emperor's order!"

The members of Rome's Praetorian Guard didn't care who was in charge or who was in charge; they just arrested them all.

"My grandma's uncle!"

Mordred cursed under her breath, but she didn't stop running towards the downtown area.

In this situation, the more secluded the place, the easier it is to be discovered. Only by rushing into the bustling city center can one blend into the crowd as discreetly as possible.

Mordred jumps wherever there's excitement or bright lights.

So, a certain brightly lit bathhouse naturally became Mordred's target.

Mordred had no idea that her destination was the enemy boss's headquarters.

At this moment, Nero stood menacingly at the entrance of the bathhouse, glaring angrily at his captain of the royal guard.

"The intruders haven't been caught yet?"

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty..."

"Useless!" Nero spat. "What use are you to me?!"

Standing behind Nero, Leon chuckled and suggested, "Little Nero, I think you should hurry back to the palace. Those assassins might be after you; it's not safe for you here."

“No way.” Nero stroked Leon’s cheek with one hand and tilted his head back as he said, “I want to stay here. After I’ve dealt with this, I’ll go to the suite with you.”

“Of course, Li Ang, you can go to the palace with Yu to wait.” Nero giggled and frantically gestured to Li Ang.

"Well... I think we should forget about it."

At this point, Li Ang glanced guiltily at Chloris out of the corner of his eye.

The Flower Goddess was standing in a corner of the bathhouse hall, exuding a terrifying aura.

"What the hell is your relationship with this woman?"

Li Ang understood this meaning from Chloris's red-glowing eyes.

Chloris has had this expression ever since she saw herself and Nero emerging from the bath.

Actually, if Li Ang were simply a womanizer, it wouldn't be so bad; Chloris would have gotten used to it long ago.

What angered her was that Li Ang had actually concealed from her that he had no lovers in Rome and Britain, but what happened?

Even if Li Ang were the most skilled womanizer, it would be impossible for him to win over that noblewoman (Nero) in just one day.

Feeling Chloris's angry glare, Li Ang really wanted to look up to the sky and roar, "I am more wronged than Dou E!"

[The system strongly opposes the host's shameless behavior!]

The system directly protested.

"Stop being so verbose."

Li Ang closed the pop-up window and secretly entered the bathhouse.

After glancing at Chloris, who was on the verge of exploding, Leon moved towards her.

Tonight should have been a romantic, wonderful, and comfortable date with Miss Flower.

But now, forget romance, it would be good enough to appease Chloris's anger.

Why, why did it turn out like this?

"Hey Li, you still say you didn't have a lover in Rome?"

Sure enough, as soon as Li Ang approached, Chloris questioned him with a stern face.

"If I say I'm innocent, will you believe me?"

"Do not believe."

Chloris said coldly, "I thought I'd been lenient enough with you. Why should I keep it from you?"

"I... watch out!"

Li Ang quickly hugged Chloris and hid to the side.

The next second, a red armored figure carrying a beautiful young girl fell from the sky, smashed through the bathhouse ceiling, and crashed to the floor.

"Damn it! This is my ceiling!"

Li Ang directly cosplayed the expression from the famous painting "The Scream".

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