Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Samael, surrounded by rumors all day long, gave a chilling look and sentenced a certain white-haired bastard to death.

However, now is not the time to cause trouble for that old swindler.

Because two more important things happened during this period.

One is that after Artoria revealed her true name and identity, in order to distinguish herself from the past, she used the lion and dragon as symbols and called herself "The Lion King".

This means that if the situation in Britain continues to change, it is very likely to go further astray.

Another point is that Morgan has been in a bad mood since his return in the crown, and he seems to have taken up research on potions and artificial life transmutation.

Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Roundtable Conference Begins! (4.1k)

"Boom!"

Under the pavilion, just as Samael was frowning in deep thought, a muffled explosion came from a corner of the courtyard. A violent shockwave, carrying billowing smoke, swept out in all directions, blowing grass clippings and dust into the air, and even causing the ground and houses to shake violently.

Amidst the howling ethereal turbulence, four little ones—Freya, Bagst, and Melusin—were playing a card game at a stone table in the courtyard. Their first instinct was to protect their cards and safeguard the table.

At the same time, three pairs of eyes focused on someone simultaneously.

Tch, boring...

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Bawanshi awkwardly released his grip on the table leg and dejectedly picked up his scattered cards from the floor.

After a brief pause, the four fairies didn't even blink as they secretly calculated their cards and their next move.

Ugh, another failure...

The ancient snake shook its head and muttered to itself, calmly sipping its tea, as if it were used to this.

hum...

At that moment, the spreading commotion instantly activated the Ogan tree runes and runes engraved in the courtyard, and three layers of light circle lit up one after another, controlling the aftershocks within a fixed area.

Immediately afterwards, the etheric factors in the air converged, and several whirlwinds spiraled up from the thick smoke, tearing apart and absorbing the billowing dust and remnants of the explosion.

After skillfully clearing away the commotion at the crime scene, the witch calmly walked out from the ruins of the magic workshop.

Under the bright sunshine and with a gentle breeze, the people in the courtyard were either drinking tea or playing cards, everything was so peaceful.

"Morgan, could you please keep your voice down? I finally had some inspiration for this year's popular styles and colors."

Covered in cotton wool and silk threads, Habertlot stormed out of the weaving room, waving her little fists in protest against her friend.

Morgan nodded subtly, clearly indicating that he would definitely do it next time.

As for when the "next time" will be, you can probably guess by looking at everyone's reactions.

In the past few days, as Morgan has become more and more engrossed in his research, the courtyard has been repaired at least eight times, and hundreds of abandoned magic cauldrons have been discarded and piled up in a corner.

Fortunately, Morgan had already bought the land and the house, using it as the End of the Road Orkney office in Camelot, making things much easier.

As long as they take proper precautions and conduct experiments at home, the few people most affected will be those few people. If the commotion spreads outside the site, the people of Camelot will probably think it's a terrorist attack every few days.

Ultimately, Morgan secured the victim's forgiveness in exchange for agreeing to allow her to keep a pet and letting Habertotte choose a cat from the market.

The bustling and lively morning has passed.

After breakfast, a luxurious carriage was waiting at the door, with a red dragon and a lion standing on either side, supporting the emblem of the central crown, indicating its status.

The carriage, carrying Samael and Morgan out of the courtyard, merged into the bustling crowd and headed towards the palace.

Royal Palace, Council Chamber.

The most prestigious and powerful lords throughout Britain had already gathered in the hall, huddled together in small groups, whispering amongst themselves, sometimes frowning, sometimes beaming with pride, and sometimes their eyes gleaming.

Samael, who had been chauffeured there and arrived early, leaned against a corner, drinking tea and eating dried fruit while observing the whispering lords with great interest.

The decades-long Dark Ages left Britain in ruins and in dire need of rebuilding. Since the successful conclusion of the coronation ceremony, Saint Camelot has assumed the responsibilities of the head of state, dealing with pressing issues from all sides, proposing bills on national construction, and discussing related policies.

This naturally involves many issues such as interests, power, people's livelihood, and politics, as well as the demarcation of territorial boundaries, tax allocation, follow-up handling of the four major disasters, and other conflicts and disputes of all sizes.

In short, many of the issues are quite sharp and complicated.

Therefore, for the past two weeks, the Lion King has led his Knights of the Round Table and the lords from various regions to gather together and discuss these issues.

Britain was known for its high degree of autonomy as early as the Roman Empire. Now that Rome is almost finished, various rising local powers have been defeated by the Knights of the Round Table led by Artoria.

However, in essence, it was still a traditional feudal state with a fragmented structure.

The king granted land to large feudal lords, who in turn granted their own land as fiefs to their subordinates. These subordinates, in turn, granted their own land as fiefs to their own subordinates, thus forming a relationship between lords and their subordinates based on land.

Besides paying taxes to their lord and responding to military service calls, lords wielded considerable power on their own lands and could even disregard the king's authority.

Later, after round after round of the game of big fish eating small fish, the lords attacked each other, and the conflicts deepened.

This also led to the Celtic natives, who had developed on the British Isles for many years, being no match for a group of Saxon barbarians who came from the sea.

The root cause is that the branches are weak while the trunk is strong, and everyone is fighting their own battles, trying to preserve their strength, like a pile of loose sand.

Although Artoria has now unified the North and South, she was originally chosen as queen by the feudal lords of the South, and the more than 200 members of the Round Table represent their respective families, bloodlines, and interests.

Therefore, even the Lion King, who was like a god, could only force these lords to gather in Camelot to negotiate the issues.

Fortunately, Merlin and Kay cleverly raised some minor issues that were unlikely to cause conflict in the early stages, and the Lion King, carrying the prestige of victory and the power of the gods, quickly resolved them.

With the support of the Knights of the Round Table in the middle period, some slightly sensitive topics were gradually addressed.

Ultimately, after more than ten days of effort, the rather troublesome problem was suppressed by Artoria's firm attitude.

The discussions are almost over, and once these are settled, Britain will officially be reborn.

"Squeak..."

The intricately patterned rosewood door, adorned with gilded designs, slowly opened. Footsteps approached, accompanied by the rustling of armor plates. Within the long corridor, where light and shadow intertwined, rose-shaped stained-glass windows carved with phoenixes shone with a sacred radiance, seemingly forming a path to heaven.

As the Lion King, bathed in light and shadow and surrounded by knights and his aides, walked to the large round table in the council hall and took his seat, the council hall fell silent. The lords, like docile sheep in a pen, obediently returned to their places.

Clearly, after more than ten days, the Lion King had gradually tamed these lords into sheep.

"Now that everyone has arrived, let's officially begin this round table meeting."

Artoria slowly raised her hand in greeting, her eyes, burning with pale green flames, quietly looking at the lords present.

A round table signifies a dining table for people of equal status.

The so-called "roundtable meeting" is a meeting where participants sit around a round table, abandoning the concept of host and guest hierarchy, and giving them the concepts of "equality" and "consultation," on which everyone can peacefully discuss issues.

Historically, this appears to be one of the contributions of the Arthurian legend to later generations.

However, as Artoria took her seat, an eerie silence fell over the room, and the council chamber was completely silent.

The Lion King looked around, and the feudal lords all avoided his gaze, looking down at their noses and keeping their minds at ease, as honest as clay or wooden sculptures.

Superficial distinctions of rank may be broken by formal equality, but the shackles in one's heart are hard to remove.

Moreover, the swiftness and terror of this deity over the past ten days have already made the lords submit to the authority of this lion.

Seeing that the atmosphere of "peace," "friendliness," and "equality" was being overshadowed by awkwardness, Kai coughed lightly and smiled as he offered a reminder.

"Ahem, thanks to everyone's collective wisdom and efforts, the Camelot issue has been basically resolved. So, this time, lords, please feel free to speak your minds about any difficulties or problems you may have. The King will consider them as much as possible."

Fortunately, after a gentle explanation, the tense lords breathed a sigh of relief.

However, everyone looked at each other, and still no one dared to speak up and be the first to do so.

Just as the atmosphere was about to freeze again, Morgan, who had been observing coldly for more than ten days, spoke up and broke the silence.

"Nobody's saying anything? Then I'll do it. I think it's necessary to abolish the evil practice of the right of first night."

Then, the witch recounted what she had seen and heard in Cornwall.

Of course, Morgan did not mention her achievements in gathering fairy knights and suppressing calamities along the way. She used the alias "Savior Cen" to hide her identity.

Upon hearing about the plight of the slave couple, some righteous young knights frowned slightly, seemingly filled with indignation and pity.

But most lords remained indifferent and reacted rather blandly.

After all, even Rome, the former leader of Britain, started with slavery and gradually expanded into a great empire.

The treatment of slaves depended entirely on the master's mood; the affairs of a group of two-legged beasts had no need to be brought to the forefront.

"The best course of action would be to inscribe the written regulations on stone tablets in various places and make them public."

Finally, after a moment of contemplation, Morgan revealed his ideal solution, which he intended to emulate the Roman Twelve Tables, both to facilitate the dissemination of the new rules and to expedite the process of changing the initiative.

However, as soon as the witch spoke, Samael couldn't help but rub his forehead inwardly.

Morgan's approach was certainly good, but the problem was that he was a bit too hasty.

Having served the Roman Empire for so many years, surely these Celtic gentlemen understood the benefits of making written rules public.

The problem is that they control the people and manage their territory by relying on their own unique laws, allowing Camelot to directly inscribe the new regulations on stone tablets and publish them in various places.

Who knows if, after it's been engraved, all that'll be left is the right to virginity...

These regulations, which originated from Camelot, could easily undermine their governance.

These lords, used to being local tyrants, would never be happy about it.

This small right of first night will likely be used as a catalyst for legal reform, and will face numerous obstacles.

Throughout history, reforms have never ended well.

As expected, Morgan's suggestion at the end drew frequent frowns and unpleasant expressions from the lords. The seemingly trivial matter of abolishing the right of the first night, which she had mentioned, was clearly seen as a premeditated scheme.

However, the lords were not fools, and they did not directly criticize the proposal. The northern nobles, who were in the most troubled region, either sneered or mocked it.

"The Saxons are still ravaging the North, the aftermath of the Wild Hunt and the Dragon Plague has not yet subsided, there is not enough food, and there are not enough houses and clothes for winter. The people are barely surviving, so who cares about the right of the first night!"

"Exactly, if you throw a piece of white bread in the North, a dozen women might be willing to climb into your bed that night."

Similarly, the southern lords, led by the Duke of Oxford, also raised what they considered to be more serious and urgent problems.

"Gentlemen, to be honest, life in the Southern Territory is not easy either. After the insect plague and the beast plague, the fairies have become much more active. Our caravans have been attacked several times, our guards have been killed, and our goods have been stolen."

“That’s right, my territory has also lost several hundred households. With no one to grow crops, I don’t know how the estate will survive next year!”

"Also, those little bastards collapsed my mine and buried hundreds of people underground."

"My lord, for the sake of the peace of the southern border, we must not allow this little thing to run rampant. I beg you to send knights to conquer the Nameless Forest and rid the forest of this menace!"

The lords of Nanjing, as if they had been wronged, sought out their children, who were crying and pleading with each other.

With this even more explosive topic, and one that concerned the people of her realm, the highly rational Artoria immediately turned her attention to the calls to conquer the fairies, leaving Morgan in the background.

In the next few minutes, one case after another was pinned on the fairies. Under the curses of the Southern Lords, the little creatures, who had recently become so active, were instantly transformed into heinous and heinous scourges.

Artoria's brow furrowed, and the golden-green flames in her eyes flickered slightly.

Realizing there was a battle to be fought, a group of energetic young men in the Knights Order, their eyes gleaming with interest, were quite tempted.

Now, the Saxons and the rebel army of the Northern King have been decimated, and the only creatures in all of Britain that can truly threaten the Celts are the fairies of the Nameless Forest.

Rather than...

The lion guarding the flock was filled with emotion, and slightly raised its hand, as if it had made a decision.

"After listening for a while, I have a few questions I would like to ask you all."

However, before Artoria could speak, Samael, who was leisurely drinking tea in the corner, turned to the group of lords in the southern border and spoke calmly.

"Lord Oxford, why do your 'caravans' always go to that godforsaken place, the Nameless Forest? There are hardly any customers there. Is that where you source your goods?"

"This lord, even if fairies kidnap people, they'll only target those who are alone. The loss of entire households should be considered an escape. You've lost hundreds of households in your territory; shouldn't you ask yourself that question?"

"Also, that guy at the mine, the mountain spirit Nok, is a bit greedy but very docile. His only drawback is that he lives underground and has certain environmental requirements. You didn't accidentally cut off the mine vein and let him block the entrance, did you?"

With just a few words, the lords who were trying to gain sympathy on the spot suddenly froze, their faces stiffening unnaturally.

Chapter Seventy-Eight: A Backstab from the Round Table

Samael looked around, unsurprised by the lords' awkward reactions.

The Oxford Union, while euphemistically called caravans, were in reality mostly notorious slave-catching operations.

Back then, in front of the Sword of the King, Kai had subtly reminded him to be wary of suspicious figures appearing around him and to take good care of Bawanxi and the others.

On the way, after killing a few followers who had designs on them, the ancient snake naturally kept a close eye on things and learned some relevant information.

Humans are popular in the fairy world, and fairies are popular in human society as well.

Especially those that are beautiful or have special functions.