Britain is really eventful, and the affairs of Mordred's territory have just been put on the right track, which is called the royal capital again.

At least as a knight, fighting honestly is the right way, and Mordred can't afford to eat and drink in the territory like a small feudal lord, and have nothing to do with collecting taxes. As a serious (and funny) knight, Mordred was still very diligent, especially when it came to serving the king.

More than 600 knights in the territory, including the local residents, were enough, and the new houses were almost built, and even Mordred actually had a castle of its own. It's not easy, it's not easy, I think of the dilapidated hut in the royal capital when I first joined the Knights of the Round Table, and Mordred can't help but sigh. There is quite a feeling that a slave has turned into a landlord, and the life of the ruling class feels good, although Mordred has lost ten pounds in the past few months.

Moreover, the place where it should be thin is not thin, and the place where it should not be thin is thin quickly. Mordred's hand rested on his chest for a moment, unable to make out the expression. [Ah!!hhh There is only a heart-rending howl from the depths of my heart.

So the task of overall planning was handed over to his lieutenant generals, and Mordred couldn't wait to embark on the road back to the royal capital.

This time, King Arthur summoned his knights from their respective territories to drive back to the royal capital because of the impending visit of Roman diplomats. If the hard doesn't work, the soft will come, and the last time the Roman legions brazenly invaded Britain is still vivid. But when Britain hit a wall, the Roman coach Stirico led the remnants of the defeated army back to Rome in disarray. This tells the arrogant Romans that Britain is not a big pie that can be bitten in the imagination.

For the first time, Rome would send such an important envoy to visit Britain, which elevated Britain to a status where it could be treated on an equal footing. It is rare for Britain, which once suffered from Roman rule.

So this time the ceremony is very solemn, although the two sides are hostile to each other, but the proper etiquette is essential, which reflects the heritage of a country. Moreover, it was Britain that defeated an attack by the Roman Empire, but it did not break Rome's bones. For Britain, the war was a matter of national survival, but for Rome it was only a way to deter national rebellion at home by force.

Many peoples that had been conquered by Rome sprung up one by one as the power of the Roman Empire declined. Rome desperately needed a victory to make it fear. The attack on Britain was just a stroke of genius, they did not invest too many troops here, it is good to be able to win, and it is not unacceptable not to win.

It was the nobles who provided the soldiers who had to regret this defeat for a while.

No matter how much the current Roman Empire is declining, for Britain, this huge empire is still a huge thing and has to be treated with caution. King Arthur summoned all his Knights of the Round Table back to hold a feast at the royal palace.

When Mordred rushed back to the royal capital, the banquet would be held in less than half a day. The Mordred fiefdom is a bit remote, and it was a little tighter, and it was stuck.

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The Roman envoy Golius had felt it two days earlier. The time is neither early nor late, and it will not drop the price because it is too early, nor will it give King Arthur a feeling of contempt. Because Rome lost the war, he didn't want to come too late, and it was even more nonsense to give King Arthur anything.

Seeing that the banquet was about to begin, he tidied up his clothes and rushed to King Arthur's palace with the knights of the guards to attend the banquet.

"The Roman Empire's envoy, Lord Gorius, has arrived!" As the courtiers informed him of the name of Gaulius, he walked into the palace without hurrying, and the etiquette was in place.

The things for the banquet in the palace were already in place, and all the knights of King Arthur were present. The Knights of the Round Table were also very famous in Rome, and he did not dare to slack off, and he had seen these Knights of the Round Table when he came. It's just that...... A knight wearing a horned helmet caught his eye.

[It's so eye-catching! Golius said secretly in his heart. He had never seen this knight before, and he should have just received a notice from the fiefdom today. He couldn't figure out why the knight was dressed in such a strange way, and he was wearing the knight's armor at the banquet. Moreover, the appearance of this armor is very terrifying and terrifying.

[It looks a little impressive.,This kind of special person won't be unheard.] I want to think about it......] Golius looked at Mordred [That's right! The defeated Master Stirrico mentions a knight in heavy armor and a helmet with horns. It should be him! It is said that it was because he led people to attack the rear of Master Styriko's army that led to the failure of that expedition. Master Stirrico commented that he was a very powerful knight. 】

[His name seems to be ...... Mordred! 】

While Gorius was secretly watching for Mordred, King Arthuria arrived.

"The great Savior, King Arthur, the Holy King of Britain, has arrived!"

Golius hurriedly took his position.

Artoria walked to the center of the palace and raised her glass: "Let us warmly welcome the arrival of the Roman envoy!" ”

After saying this, she should have something to say. But Gaullius made a preemptive strike: "Your Majesty King Arthur, I don't know if the issue of Britain's submission to the Roman Empire that we discussed yesterday can be considered?" ”

It's been two days since he arrived, and as early as yesterday, he had already communicated with King Arthur first. It's just that King Arthur has been reluctant to take a stand, and Golius wants to follow this banquet and force King Arthur to make a statement. Make Britain officially subject to the Roman Empire, just as it did a hundred years ago.

[If I can do it, I will make a great achievement!] Golius thought of it.

"What?!" A loud shout rang out from the main hall, and everyone heard it clearly. By the time Golius awoke from the joy of his first strike, it was too late. A broad sword was pressed against his neck.

"You say, let my king show his submission?!!!" A cold glow flashed through the cracks of the horn mask.

Gao Liusi felt like falling into an ice cave for a moment, his heart was cold all of a sudden, and his sweat was like rain.