Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　And then... there is no then.

　　Wine is such a thing, or don't drink it.

　　Once they drink up and go out without lying on the ground, Mordred will never let them go.

　　……

　　The next day.

　　Thanks to the banquet that lasted until the early hours of the morning, almost all the kingdom representatives woke up at noon.

　　However, this is just waking up.

　　It was only in the evening that they barely woke up from the state of hangover and cheered up a little.

　　Then, they suddenly realized that they seemed to be wrong about something very important—

　　"Strange, isn't the treaty signing ceremony today?"

　　The representatives of the kingdom thought suspiciously, and walked towards the palace in groups of three or five, wanting to ask when the delayed ceremony should be made up.

　　After all, their country was being invaded by the Saxons, and the sooner they were sent there, the more wealth they could retain.

　　However, just as these kingdom representatives entered the palace and planned to discuss the ceremony with Mordred——

　　"Come on, let's not talk about these disappointing things."

　　"Today is my father's birthday - even if I am in a foreign country, I want to hold a celebratory banquet for her."

　　"You guys won't give me this opportunity to show my filial piety to the king, right?"

　　"...".

Chapter 128

　　Mordred's excuse is lame.

　　The world knows the integrity of the Knight King, and even more so that she is a king who never likes extravagance and waste.

　　But now, her son is going to hold a banquet in another country's palace in the name of celebrating her birthday.

　　Such rhetoric sounds like a ghost.

　　But unfortunately, by the time these kingdom representatives understood that this was a trap, it was too late.

　　The soldiers of the Liao Dekuan Kingdom have firmly guarded the palace. At this moment, the palace is simply a gorgeous prison.

　　"Why are you doing this?!"

　　A kingdom representative questioned Mordred angrily.

　　"I advise you to let us go quickly, or you will know our anger!"

　　There were also representatives of the kingdom who were stern, and made a solemn protest to Mordred.

　　But of course.

　　In addition to these people, there are also some anxious representatives of the kingdom.

　　While sitting in their seats in fear, they inquired as much as possible from the people around them-they wanted to know what was going on outside, so that the chief knight of Camelot Kingdom actually did this Do not talk about Wude behavior.

　　"Perhaps, this incident is heading for the worst gaffe."

　　Some representatives prayed silently in their hearts, hoping that they could stay away from the disaster.

　　In the face of these kingdom representatives with different minds, Mordred was unmoved.

　　He just picked up the quilt in his hand and congratulated Artoria with a serious expression on his face.

　　As the saying goes, acting requires a full set.

　　Even Mordred himself knew that the reason was so lame.

　　But since he has already stated this lame reason, it is necessary to take this performance seriously and perform it perfectly.

　　"Everyone, it's still early, why are you in such a hurry to go back?"

　　"Do you think we were not well entertained?"

　　"Or... do you think that my father should not celebrate this birthday at all?"

　　……

　　The brightly lit Liao Dekuan Palace, singing and dancing, is a "peaceful" scene.

　　However, it corresponds to it.

　　In the night outside the palace, it was another scene.

　　Camelot Kingdom, City of London.

　　Sitting in the barracks, Tristan held a letter written to him by Mordred himself, with a sad expression on his face.

　　From his understanding of Lan Malok's character, he had long known that this trip would never be so smooth.

　　However, he never thought of it.This time, the action will not go so smoothly.

　　So much so that His Royal Highness Mordred had such a big killing intent on other kingdoms.

　　"According to reliable information... the Saxons fled in a hurry, creating panic in various kingdoms, slaughtering the royal families of other countries, and looting all their treasures... causing countless victims to be displaced."

　　"Today, although our country is weak and weak, how can we just sit back and ignore such man-made disasters?"

　　"Therefore, as the chief knight of the round table, I ordered the two generals to lead the soldiers to take over the kingdoms plundered by the Saxons, to appease the people, and to overcome the difficulties together."

　　This is a righteous and awe-inspiring letter, and it is full of Huanghuang's words, which can be said to be righteous and arrogant.

　　However, Tristan couldn't find any word about "justice" in it at all.

　　From beginning to end, Tristan could only read two words.

　　"eat human."

　　At the same time, Bedwell, who also saw this handwritten letter, was still in a state of complete confusion.

　　"Is this... is it too hasty?"

　　"Should we ask the king for instructions before making a decision?"

　　Bedwell did not doubt the authenticity of the letter.

　　When he thought about it, no matter how unreliable the bear child of Mordred was, it was absolutely impossible to deceive them on this kind of thing.

　　After all, no matter from status or status, Mordred's love for Camelot can only be more than them, and it can't be less than them.

　　It's just that the problem now is...

　　"Will our approach lead to diplomatic disputes?"

　　Bedwell asked worriedly.

　　When he thought about it, sending troops without the consent of the king was already a serious crime.

　　And if there is a diplomatic dispute caused by this kind of thing, thus sabotaging the King of Knights' revival plan... then he will be blamed for his death.

　　however--

　　"No need to worry about it, Sir Bedwell."

　　"With the order of the three knights of the round table, there is absolutely no problem in mobilizing the army."

　　"Even if it is a king, it is impossible to accuse us of this."

　　Tristan answered affirmatively.

　　The title of Knights of the Round Table is definitely not just a false name, but has absolute real power.

　　In fact, even Gareth, the least prestigious Knight of the Round Table, has the power to mobilize an army on his own.

　　Not to mention, it was an army that was mobilized with the unanimous consent of the three Knights of the Round Table—in a sense, this was more than enough to fight a war of annihilation.

　　As for the so-called "diplomatic disputes"...

　　Looking at the worried Bedwell, Tristan sighed silently in his heart.

　　how to say.

　　His impression of this partner is actually very good.

　　Although Bedwell does not have any decent aptitude and talent, nor does he have any extraordinary courage and strategy.But his tenacity on the spiritual level was something that even Arturia couldn't help but praise.

　　Tristan, who has always liked to be lazy, also likes to partner with such a knight of the Round Table who has a tenacious will and is serious and responsible.

　　After all, Bedwell's existence helped Tristan deal with a lot of trouble.

　　In this respect, Tristan is grateful for Bedwell.

　　It's just, a little bit regretful—

　　"It's still too shallow, Bedwell."

　　A tenacious will can make Bedwell reach the pinnacle of humanity, but for the special organization of the "Knights of the Round Table", hard work is simply not enough.

　　The Knights of the Round Table have long passed the stage of hard work.

　　They are the truly talented people.

　　However, judging from Bedwell's talent... If you want to keep up with the talents of the other Knights of the Round Table, I'm afraid it will take a lifetime of hard work, right?

　　Looking at the bewildered Bedwell, Tristan, who couldn't bear to tell him this cruel truth, showed a very sad expression:

　　"From now on, on this island... there should be no more diplomatic problems, right?".

Chapter 129

　　After a brief negotiation, Tristan and Bedwell clarified their respective divisions of labor.

　　Among them, Tristan divided the army of five thousand people into three parts.