My Heroic Life

"Although Mordred was a bit rude before, but what she said is somewhat reasonable. I don't want to listen to Dodge's words anymore. Then, Sir Frank, goodbye."

After Altolia finished speaking unilaterally, she immediately cut off the communication. She glanced at Merlin, who was still angered, and the magician of the flower immediately showed a good smile.

The magician of the flower who was tricked by Morgan has had a miserable life these days. The day Altria got the news, he asked him to settle an account. In her words:

I asked you to help me find a husband, but you found it and secretly told Morgan!what?Is that nonsense?Haha, can there be such a coincidence in this world?

Then there was a wave of chasing and beatings and wailing that every day should not call the ground.

"Wang, you don't have to worry about domestic affairs, please rest assured."

In order to save herself, the magician of the flower looked like she would atone for her merits. Altria didn't say much when she saw this. She turned to look at the knights of the round table below who were watching her, and thought carefully.

At present, the spies of the Gospel Council in Britain have been removed. Due to the special geographical location, Britain has no opponents to watch out for, and this operation is bluntly for its own men to support the scene, maybe even to move people. The amount of force required in the situation...

Altria opened her eyes, looked at Lancelot, Gawain, Tristan, and Mordred standing in a row, and waved her big hand: "All over here, Bedwell, Kay, domestic I'll leave it to you."

She squinted at Merlin next to her with an unkind expression, and said harshly, "Let him work overtime for me to come back to Lan."

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"Hey? His Majesty the Knight King of Britain is going to visit the court, and he also appointed Lan as a receptionist?"

Joan's eyes widened as she listened to Malda's words, and looked at Roland next to him a little puzzled.

"Lan, do you know His Majesty the Knight King?"

"We haven't met each other."

Roland replied with a tangled expression on the two girls who looked at him curiously. If they knew they did not know each other, of course they knew each other. It was only in the previous life. In this life, except for seeing the magical Altria in the video pictures. , He has no contact with her anymore.

After all, the times are different. When Roland was busy saving the world with a group of people, Altria hadn't been born yet, so what could be the intersection?

"According to His Majesty the Cavalier himself, her father, Uther, is an old friend with you."

Marda lifted her hair from her ear to reveal a swan-like neck. She took a sip of tea and asked, "Lan, do you have any impression of this?"

"..."

Roland thought quietly. When he was at war, he seemed to have heard of a deflated Uther in Britain, but the problem was that there was a big gap in status between the two at that time. Roland was about to unify Western Europe and Uther was still there. Fight with the princes.

Could it be that you once wrote a letter to me, and then was thrown into the bin by the subordinates as trash?Or just let the ghostwriter answer the letter if it is troublesome?This... If you see the Knight King being asked by her about the communication with Yusser, how will he be round?

The blue-haired saint looked at Roland speechless, her eyes gradually sharpened.

"His Majesty the Knight King just announced his true gender as a female some time ago, and now he has come to you personally. He might not be your admirer. The story of Saint Laurent is well-known throughout Europe."

Marda squinted at Roland with some vigilance, showing the image of a wife who suspected that her husband was about to cheat. Joan changed her face when she heard these words, put her hand on Roland's left hand and smiled:

"Lan, you shouldn't provoke other girls anymore, right?"

Roland felt the threats revealed in the smiles of the two girls in front of him, and felt that the background behind them all seemed to have turned into a cursed black purple.

"How come, what am I not satisfied with having you two by my side every day!"

The long-haired young man with a strong desire to survive righteously said so, and he said with certainty: "I don't know Altria or anything. We have never met. She has nothing to do with me."

"If I have anything to do with her, I, I will run around Paris naked!"

Joan and Marda looked at each other after listening to Roland's pledge, and they both breathed a sigh of relief. The two people beside the young man knew him best and made this "poisonous oath." It seems that there is really no problem between him and the Knight King.

Also, after all, it was the Knight King who advertised his cleanliness and self-discipline, so how could he rob men across the strait?

Then, under the optimistic thoughts of the three, the day of the meeting arrived.

Chapter 92: Mr. Roland, Negotiation Genius

The spacious hall of the Trial Court is decorated today with extraordinarily magnificent decorations. Various large tapestries and oil paintings have been temporarily installed. The flags of the United Kingdom and Europe are alternately inserted on the wall. The ring-shaped conference table used for meetings is placed in the hall. middle.

As time went by, the staff who came and went were gradually emptied, but replaced by a long-haired young man with extraordinary formal appearance and two saints in armor and holy clothes.

Behind Joan and Marda are Ziegfried wearing a dragon-shaped armor and Beowulf with a naked chest in a fur coat. Roland twitches when he looks at the top lineup in the European Union. Why do the talks look like post-war negotiations?

In fact, the young people have heard the news. It seems that the presiding judge Frank had a conflict with the Knight King during the prior contact. This time, the list of British people on the scene was gathered, and the main round table knights were dispatched. In order not to weaken the momentum, Frank temporarily tuned in. The two chiefs of the Trial Chamber in Paris, Ziegfei and Beowulf, made the Tribunal's momentum.

Roland looked at Ziegfei's reticent and serious look, then looked at Beowulf's uninteresting laziness, scratched his head and smiled bitterly. This configuration is not correct.

Fortunately, there is still Marda, who is smiling and holding the mask of the saint, and Joan of Arc, who feels sunny and friendly, or else this meeting will be broken!

Sure enough, the family is reliable!

Roland sighed secretly, and the door in the other direction of the hall slowly opened.

Amidst the dazzling white light shining in from the outside, the British team followed behind King Arthur and walked out from the light, the purple-haired and bitter-faced male Lancelot, the irritable and eager bear child Mordred, and the chief cowboy Tristan with closed eyes. , The tall and handsome gorilla Gawain, a well-known knight wandered in, but at the front were two women.

One person's blond hair is tied behind his head, and the whole body atmosphere is majestic and sacred. The other person is platinum blonde and dressed in black, looking mysterious and noble. The two women have their own advantages. They walk side by side, which means that at least the two people have the same status at the meeting.

Roland looked at the platinum blonde Morgan among the two in front of him, his pupils shrank. He subconsciously wanted to shout and hurriedly stopped, thinking that he understood why Britain called him by name.

It turns out that acquaintances, too, acquaintances are easy to handle. The representatives of the two countries have personal relations with each other. This is better than the current acquaintance, but why is Miss Morgan’s name not on the list of meetings? Since it is not a duplicate, she should It's the sister of King Arthur, but the relationship between them doesn't seem so good in the memory of my previous life?

Roland, who had some doubts in his heart, looked at the approaching representatives of Britain and stood up with a steady smile.

In any case, this round is estimated to be stable.

He thought about it, but found that King Arthur, who was approaching, stopped in front of the smiling Roland, staring at him with a very strange reaction, and then his eyes started to turn red, and Morgan yelled softly from the side to let Aalto. Liya awakened.

"Sorry, I lost my mind."

Altria said in a bitter voice, and then proceeded to take everyone into their seats in the puzzled eyes of Roland and others.

After taking turns, everyone at the meeting knew who each other was. Altria and Morgan looked at each other when they saw the two shining saints on the opposite side. At the same time, their eyes flashed with vigilance. Beowulf looked at each other with the Knights of the Round Table.

Altoria took a look at the opposing lineup and compared the strengths of the two sides in her heart. She understood that it is difficult to grab the next strategy and can only implement the best strategy, which is to induce (abduction).

The work of recording and imaging of the conventions of the meeting was removed at the strong request of the British side. Only the heroes were left in the hall. All documents and contracts will take effect in the form of signatures and seals. After explaining, Roland secretly glanced and watched After holding his Morgan, he began to preside over this meeting.

As the first talks, Roland’s task was not very important. Most of the documents signed in the first attempt were trivial people’s livelihood issues. The main purpose was to familiarize the representatives of the two sides with each other, and to see each other’s attitudes from these small negotiations, thinking that they would be further Prepare for negotiation.

This is the knowledge that Roland has been instilled in forcibly making up lessons in the past few days. It was the first time in his life as a negotiator, but in practice, the result was much better than he expected. King Arthur and his compatriots of Britain Sister Morgan Lefy is responsive to these small issues of human solidarity, or simply doesn't care.

Morgan Lefy and Roland pretended not to know each other and talked and laughed, but Arthur King Altria, who was supposed to be the principal, didn't seem to be in a good state. She hardly spoke much, but always stared at it. The face of the young man with long black hair was in a daze.

And such obvious and unabashed gaze naturally attracted the attention of the two saints across the table. The steady smile on Malda's face was a bit unbearable, and Joan, who could not act, frowned and watched frequently. King Arthur.

How can you stare at other men like this?This is already ***!

They thought so in their hearts, but the two of them couldn't say so. They could only try to comfort themselves, probably because their spouse looked good.