Despite being confused, the bold Oscar stepped forward and opened the door.

"Click." The door opened, revealing Mordred's figure.

Just taken aback, the knight with the strange horned helmet didn't frighten them much. Knighthood is also more prevalent here in Ireland, and there are many knights in all kinds of strange costumes. Just as the Knights of the Round Table did when they first met Mordred, the warriors of the Knights of Fiona and King Conmac of Ireland were not too surprised.

"O king." Finn approached King Conmack and said, "In my opinion, this man may be the knight of Britain." ”

"Hmm." Commark nodded, then turned his head to Mordred.

"You are?" King Commark asked curiously about the reckless knight who had rushed in. The speculation made at the banquet just now has been overturned, and the person who can ignore the power of the palace guards and go all the way here will definitely not be a pretend, and it is impossible to say that he is a liar. What's more, Finn's wisdom should be infallible.

Conmack didn't expect the knight sent by Britain to arrive in this way, and almost turned him away.

"Mordred, the man sent by Holy Britain to respond to the challenge of the Knights of Fiona, the Knight of the Round Table under King Arthur." Mordred generously remarked her name.

"Mordred?" Conmack poked Finn beside him suspiciously, lowered his head and whispered, "I haven't heard of this person in the Knights of the Round Table." Fenqing, what about you? ”

"Back to the king, I don't know." Finn, too, couldn't figure out who this Mordred was. His thumb was almost gnawed off, and he couldn't remember where he had heard Mordred's name.

And no wonder they don't know Mordred. Mordred has been a member of the Knights of the Round Table for less than a year, and compared to Lancelot, Gawain and other knights who have long been famous, there are almost a few people who know Mordred.

Even Mordred has been extremely impressive in recent times in all the battles of the Round Table. But in this primitive and unconnected era, it is very difficult to spread the word.

The Knights of Fiona had only just learned of the Celtic defeat of the Saxons and the defeat of the Roman invasion. They only have a vague understanding of the content of these two battles, and they really haven't heard of Mordred.

"Are you the new chief of the Knights of the Round Table?" Conmark probed uncertainly.

"Hmm!" Mordred was asked, his face turned blue under the helmet, and he lost the confidence to speak, "I'm just the last seat of the Knights of the Round Table." ”

When the members of the Knights of Fiona heard this, they exploded in an instant. Even the steady King Commac and the regimental leader Finn couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

For such an important matter, Britain sent a small table at the end of the round table.

[That's too casual.] 】

No wonder they behaved the way they did, it couldn't be more than expected. The gap between the chief of the round table and the bottom of the round table is too big.

Seeing the expressions of the crowd and the sound of discussion ringing in their ears, Mordred probably guessed what was going on in their hearts.

[It's underestimated.] Mordred said she couldn't bear it. "Look down on people less!!"

I forgot my situation in another country. Mordred had thought a lot about the road before she came, but at this moment, all her worries were left behind.

The saber was still held tightly in her hand because of the forced entry into the palace. It was surrounded by scarlet, terrifying electric light that was emitted from the magic power in his body.

Mordred lifted the sword in his hand and said provocatively: "Is my round table at the end of the table suitable, can you try it?" ”