"Touching !!" Mordred slammed her fork into the table. "I've had enough of eating carrots all day in the king's capital. How come I come to you and still can't escape the baptism of the table! ”

(Laughs, don't ask Mordred how she eats through her helmet.) ）

"I didn't make carrots!" Tristan was about to cry when he was aggrieved, "I obviously made the best for you, how could you have such a reaction?" ”

"That's what you say best?" Mordred gave Tristan a fierce look through his helmet and pointed to something on the table.

The fried greasy spheres are mainly made by crushing the internal organs of the sheep and adding onions and other materials, and then putting them in the stomach of the sheep. There was still blood left on it, and it smelled strong.

Several fish stand straight on the pie. The resentful dead fish's eyes are full of dead eyes. Such a food that cannot be accommodated by the three worlds of heaven, earth and man is actually named "Looking Up at the Stars School", such a poetic and philosophical name!

Another example is beans like mud, broccoli that is thrown into a pot and boiled without any seasoning, haggis that make you want to vomit when you hear it, and eel jelly that is fishy to death......

[It seems that this is the best, and if you want to blame it, you can only blame Britain for producing only dark cuisine.] 】

Mordred smiled, "You're definitely trying to kill me." ”

"How is that possible??" Tristan waved his hand, "There's no way I'm going to think like that!" ”

"Report to your Excellency!" At this time, a knight who came to report the situation relieved Tristan.

"Speak up if you have something to say!" Mordred glared at the knight, fueled by the ferocity of the food, and matched by the terrible helmet.

"Hell!!" The timid knight was frightened and fled.

It took a lot of effort for Tristan to get the frightened knight back.

"It's like this... The ship you commanded is ready. The knight shuddered to Tristan, looking nervously at Mordred.

"What are you afraid of, I won't eat you again!" Mordred said unhappily.

"Ah, yes, sir!" He said so, but the knight shrank even more.

"Don't worry, Mordred just looks a little scary." Tristan stepped forward to reassure, "You're doing a good job this time, you're doing a good job." ”

"Thank you, sir, for the compliment, I'll take my leave first." The knight thanked him and broke free from Mordred's "clutches".

"What do you mean is that you directly bulldozed the Saxons' lair?" Tristan reconfirmed. "Let's not forget that our forces at sea are weak. More than half of the ships just found were requisitioned merchant ships, and the warships were also old. ”

"If you can fight on the ground." Mordred said confidently: "In the past, it was the Saxons who took the initiative to invade, but this time we will definitely be caught off guard when we attack first, and there will be no obstruction at sea." ”

"So be it. I have already played Tongbing with my king, and when the decision is made, I will probably be able to send troops. ”

Tristan was surprisingly an enlightened man, and Mordred thought that his plans would be rejected. It's too bold after all.

"I thought you wouldn't agree."

"There's no way out. Britain simply could not sustain two wars at the same time. Tristan sighed.