Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　……

　　all in all.

　　After being reviewed by the chief executive CC, it was under the approval of Mordred, the king of Camelot.This report, submitted by citizen Mordred, officially began to be incorporated into the kingdom's administrative agenda.

　　At Mordred's strong request, this incident became an important tool for him to "pass the time".

　　The construction of the sanitation system was started at the same time as the construction of public baths.

　　In order to show the importance he attaches to this cause, Mordred even personally participated in the construction of a public toilet.

　　However, when this public toilet was built, he regretted it a little.

　　"If this matter is recorded in the history books... I won't leave a name like [Public Toilet Emperor]?"

　　Thinking of this, Mordred couldn't help shuddering.

　　He deliberately wanted to prevent the historian from recording this matter - but found that before he knew it, his behavior had begun to spread.

　　It can't be blocked.

　　Even some new scholars, because they deeply felt Mordred's behavior of being close to the people and caring for the people, offered to help Mordred take notes and record this history.

　　In this regard, Mordred naturally rejected the righteous words.

　　And he also hid directly in the deep palace, hiding for a month in a row, and when the limelight of this incident passed, he dared to come out and show his face.

　　And this time, Mordred's performance was much more low-key.

　　He began to perform the duties of a "supervisor". His daily task was to sit and do somersaults and fly around the world.

　　Mordred suddenly felt that this kind of life was not bad.

　　Only, a little regrettable.

　　This leisurely daily life did not last long.

　　A piece of news brought from continental Europe caught Mordred's attention.

　　This was the information from Ranmarok—— it was sent to Artoria.

　　But now, it was naturally cut off by Mordred.

　　"Wang, I am very happy to report such a news to you."

　　"After hearing about your deeds, a knight wants to visit you and witness your bravery and glory with his own eyes."

　　"As for the knight's name? I'm sure you've heard of—"

　　"He is the Knight-Lord from France, Lancelot.".

Chapter 169

　　Camelot Palace, inside the Government Office.

　　CC looked at Mordred who had been silent in front of the map, shaking his head from time to time, with an unexpected look, wondering what kind of madness he was making.

　　"What? Why don't you go to your sanitation?"

　　Driven by curiosity, CC finally put down his work temporarily and began to try to understand what earth-shattering thoughts were in Mordred's head.

　　The expression on Mordred's face was quite serious.

　　"I'm thinking about the possibility of a two-front battle."

　　He said it very seriously, and the murderous intent in his eyes made CC even more surprised.

　　She didn't understand, which unlucky bastard was causing this Killing Star.

　　"Two-front battle? Where?"

　　CC raised his head, looked at the map of the political situation of the Roman Empire in front of him, and asked suspiciously.

　　By the way, this map of the political situation was brought over by the scholars whom Patchouli had recruited—before that, Mordred only had sketches in Britain.

　　The appearance of this situation map has saved Mordred a lot of things.

　　"here--"

　　Mordred took a long stick and placed it lightly on the map.

　　There is the Reims region, which is located in the northeastern part of France and is one of the most important grain-producing regions in Western Europe.

　　In addition, the champagne there is also very famous.

　　Food and luxury goods - with these two conditions, it does meet the requirements of being "conquered" by Mordred.

　　However, the problem is...

　　"Why Lance?"

　　"If we are going to start the strategy of attacking France now... Wouldn't it be better to start from the southeastern region and attack it step by step?"

　　CC asked suspiciously, and also took out a small wooden stick and pointed at the tidal flat across the sea from the British Island.

　　In the world before Mordred, this large tidal flat area has a very bright name:

　　"Norman ~ 〃 bottom".

　　The terrain there is naturally suitable for beach landings, and historically, it has always been an important window for the British to invade the European continent.

　　And this is also the reason why Mordred hesitated here.

　　According to historical experience... it is indeed better to start from Normandy and take it step by step.

　　However, from a personal point of view.He just really wanted to completely raise the place called [Lance], and let it change its flag to the flag of Camelot.

　　As for the reason?

　　Quite simply, the so-called perfect knight Lancelot is the lord of that place.

　　And now, when Mordred received the letter from Lancelot, he had predicted the end of Lancelot's death in Britain.

　　It was impossible for him to let Lancelot go back safely.

　　However, the death of a foreign lord on British soil... basically means a declaration of war.

　　So, after some careful consideration, a decision was made—

　　"In that case, these two places... I want them all!"

　　"Notify the Southern Legion and let them prepare for war!"

　　Mordred held the wooden stick in his hand and swept back and forth in the northern region of France, with a gesture of wanting to take these places into his pocket.

　　"The Normandy landing was launched by the Southern Army, and the mercenaries of the second uncle attacked Reims at the same time, and then turned around to encircle Paris."

　　"Tell them I'm only giving them three months."

　　"Three months later, I will be standing on the wall of Paris in three months, reviewing my soldiers."

　　"As for the code name of this battle plan...let's call it Operation Overlord."

　　Mordred said confidently.

　　In fact, in his mind, these three months may have been a little too broad.

　　After all, given the urination of those Gauls... as long as there is not a foreign dwarf, or an illiterate village girl, it will probably take less than a month for them to declare their surrender.

　　No one can occupy Paris before France surrenders - this is not to be said lightly.

　　And CC's expression is instantly stunned.

　　After realizing that Mordred was not joking with her, she immediately switched from the state of the consul to the state of the capable secretary.

　　"Yes!"

　　Undoubtedly, the start of the war was a big deal.

　　All mature kings will not start a war rashly because of temporary willfulness.

　　Just, then again.

　　When Mordred decided to go his own way on the road of war, the servants of them could only stand behind Mordred and support his actions unreservedly.

　　"From now on, the country will enter a temporary wartime state for half a year."

　　".¨The military is the first priority for all material distribution—what? Our wedding? It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if the base is halved."

　　CC, who was temporarily turned into a combat staff officer, quickly explained her ideas to Christina, and then subdivided these ideas into specific action bills one by one, trying to issue them as quickly as possible.

　　However, at this time, Mordred, who saw the solemn expression on Christina's face, suddenly raised his mouth again.

　　"You Saxons can also take part in this war."

　　"I promise that whoever kills five or more enemies can get rid of his slave status and become a full-fledged citizen of Camelot."

　　"If you have killed more than ten enemies, I will allow him to choose another slave to take away, and give him a field for farming."

　　"Their children also have the right to regular school attendance, and all status is equal to that of normal citizens except the right to sit in the House of Representatives."

　　Mordred said so, but it was (Zhao Wang Zhao) that surprised Christina.

　　She raised her head and looked at Mordred with a hopeful look.

　　The intention is obvious, she also wants to go into battle to kill the enemy.

　　The Saxons are all soldiers, and if it is against the Gauls, she also has the strength to fight.

　　however--

　　"But, of course, you can't."

　　Mordred looked at Christina, who had a glimmer of hope in his eyes, and said with a smile.

　　"You will always be - and can only be my slave Lu."

　　But it made Christina like a deflated ball, quickly lying on the table, a look of resignation.

　　"Ok."

　　Miss Tina said sullenly.

　　She couldn't understand, where did Mordred fancy her.