The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

Although I knew that he was probably deliberately interrupting this way, my eyebrows still twitched.

"Guiwei, you must help me get rid of the idea of ​​that fellow Ramorock who wants to tie me into the church! Otherwise, the innocent girls and young women who are full of magnificent dreams in England will cry for this... "

Gajeres, who changed his face in an instant, looked at me sadly, "Do you have the heart to watch those poor women flood my wedding hall with tears?"

"..."

Looking at someone's face that is getting worse and worse, I finally couldn't help but shoot according to my own heart.

"boom!"

So the world is clean...

Well, the right amount of activity is good for physical and mental health.

Thanks to Gajrez, my feelings that were somewhat frustrated have finally started to improve at this moment.

It is now clear why Lancelot would marry Elaine.

But again, it is because I know this point that I feel even more sad and helpless.

It's like I don't think I can understand what the so-called "chivalry" they and even Altria insist is.

As qualified knights, they also don't understand what I really care about.

But this kind of error cannot be eliminated no matter how hard I try.

I didn’t bother holding my head and muttering, "Why do you always pick my face and punch Guiwei every time, don’t you guys know if my handsome face is disfigured, but how many girls will cry for it?" Jerez, I raised my head and looked at the blue sky.

and so……

Lancelot, after all, you and I... will still be strangers because of different ideas?

Chapter 54 Putting the Long Line

I find that every time I write about Gajeres, there will be very happy content.

Having said that, it turns out that Ramolok cares about his age so much, it's really interesting, he doesn't accept the old'uncle'...

Hehe, speaking of the last part of the little squid, if you look at it separately, it’s actually very happy

It's just a pity, she can't tell even if she tears her mouth if she takes the initiative like that

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——I never consider myself a good person.

——So I don’t care how others evaluate me.

"His Royal Highness. Sorry to disturb you."

"Lamolok?"

Lifting my head from the heavy official document in my hand, I looked at the person who walked into the room with the dinner plate, frowning, "Look at your face...did something happen?"

"It's about welcoming you back to Camelot."

Ramorock, who also frowned, looked at me with a wry smile, "Now the opinions in Camelot’s Senate are divided into two camps. One side thinks that your being taken away by your subordinate lords will damage the king’s reputation and is considering whether You must directly deprive you of the title of the princess. The other party thinks that the fault is not with you, but the same... some price is required...

"Humph……"

Although Ramorock said it implicitly, I couldn't hear what he meant, and couldn't help but snorted coldly, "You just say that the old immortal moths are going to seize power, and you can hide something for them... "

"No way, you have been away from the Camelot Administrative Center for so long after all, and people's forgetfulness is great."

Ramorok shook his head with a smile, and put a document in his hand on the table, "This is the relevant information collected by Gareth and Mordred who stayed in Camelot, please take a look. "

"New nobles?"

After a quick glance at the information, I raised my eyebrows, "Didn't I say that you don't want to be canonized again before Arthur triumphs?"

I haven't cleaned up the problems accumulated in the past, and new problems have emerged...

Don’t you think I’m busy enough?

"The problem is that these people were promoted and entrusted by Wang."

Ramolok smiled bitterly, "We all remember your orders, but we also cannot violate the king's orders."

"Tsk... that bastard Arthur, he will find me extra things to do."

Rubbing my aching temples, I cursed and stared at the document in my hand, "There is an irreconcilable conflict between the old nobles promoted due to the natural accumulation of the territory and the new nobles promoted due to meritorious deeds. , And now these two forces have been united and have been trying to evade my power... Ramolok, Parcival, are they credible?"

"Just don't involve the king."

Ramorok is blunt, and although I have known it for a long time, I still feel a little depressed to hear him talk about it.

In this era of personal heroism, the idea of ​​"loyalty" in the chivalry code is deeply ingrained.

Swear loyalty to the king, so unless you betray your own knighthood, you will not betray.

"Sure enough, you can only rely on yourself at the critical moment..."

With a sigh, I lowered my head and quickly wrote a series of commands on the sheepskin strip, and then split it into two, "The one on the left is for Gerante, the one on the right is for Gareth... Damn it, if Gawain can do things in Camelot now it might be easier..."

After all, Gawain was quite active during this period, and the prestige he had accumulated on Camelot still had the ability to catch up with Lancelot.

"Originally, Gao Wen should have come with us, but on the way he was transferred by the king to annihilate a group of rebels on the border-we have no reason to refuse."

Ramolok took the sheepskin strips and put them away. “In fact, when I came out with Gajrez this time, the group of elders in the territory passed our application almost unanimously. It seemed that it was early. Premeditated."

"Huh, it's just a group of clowns."

Leaning back and sitting on the chair, I folded my hands on my legs, "I want to lift me up? That's okay... But I want to see how long this fragile alliance can last in the face of absolute temptation of profit."

"Uh?"

Ramolok froze for a moment, "Aren't you going to make a move this time?"

"From what I have at hand, I guess that Arthur's foreign war is about to come to an end."

I pointed my finger at the map in the corner of the wall and drew a line along Altria’s marching route, "Look... if the information you gave me is correct, it will probably take another half a year, if nothing happens. , The Saxons will eventually be gathered here... Now, right here, the Barton Mountains (The.mountain.Breguoin)."

I clicked a certain point on the map, "At that time, as long as the last war of annihilation is launched, this foreign war can be ended. As for the next time..."

Although I don't want to say it, according to the inevitable trend, after the external pressure disappears, the internal struggle will be completely surfaced.