Following Tristan, Mordred entered the castle. Londinium has been a military town since the time of the Romans. After the Romans voluntarily withdrew their garrison from Britain to end their rule, it was also repaired and expanded.

Unlike the fairy tales, the situation of castles in medieval Europe is much more shabby. In medieval Europe, castles played the dual functions of military defense and political and social centers.

"Loyalty, faith, glory, courage," shouted the low-ranking knights guarding the castle.

"Tristan-sama!" Seeing Mordred and Tristan coming, the knights stopped and saluted.

A short time later, a middle-aged knight walked over. "Mistress Tristan, you're back. I wonder if this trip to the royal capital went smoothly? ”

"Well, it's okay." Tristan nodded knowingly.

"This is...," the knight asked, puzzled, seeing Mordred following Tristan.

"This is Mordred, who has just joined the Knights of the Round Table, no wonder you don't know Jack." Tristan introduced: "Don't look at Mordred's small size, he is a powerful knight who can fight with Lancelot!" ”

"Lord Mordred, forgive me for being rude!" After hearing Mordred's name, the knight named Jack hurriedly apologized to Mordred.

Then, he looked at Mordred with envy: "Lord Mordred, your performance in the previous Battle of Bristol is like thunder!" Especially what you did to those noble lords, these fat-headed, big-eared and disloyal kings have really suffered retribution. You are very popular among us low-level knights. ”

"Haha, huh?" Never before had it been so touted, Mordred was a little floating.

"Come back to your senses!" Tristan patted Mordred: "It is only under the leadership of our king that we can achieve victory!" ”

[This dead pervert! Sure enough, is the entire Knights of the Round Table a perverted royal chef?! 】

Thinking like this, Mordred said solemnly: "Yes, it is all the wise leadership of my king!" ”

(Aren't you also a perverted chef?) What right do you have to despise Tristan for them? ）

Yes, the entire Knights of the Round Table are hopelessly kingly cooks. The Twelve Perverted Knights, the Round Table Cowherd Troupe are terrifying existences that are called the same as a certain Journey to the West ruffian group.

"By the way, two adults, this time I rushed back from the royal capital because of the Saxons?" Knight Jack asked. Lendinium was indispensable as a front line against the Saxons, and necessary military reconnaissance.

"Exactly." Tristan narrowed his eyes, "You have to report back on the latest news." ”

"Yes." Soon, Mordred and Tristan are led to a room by him. Aside from a few tables and chairs, a map stands out on the wall.

"This time, the activity of the Saxons became more and more frequent. It seems to be an invasion across the sea from Scandinavia. Jack pointed to the map and explained, "But the only thing we don't understand is why the barbarians haven't sent troops yet. ”

"The Romans are also plotting an invasion of Britain." Mordred immediately found the crux of the matter: "Did the Saxons want to wait for the Romans to attack before they fell into the ground?" ”

"That's going to be a problem." Tristan's expression was solemn: "The current Britain can't afford to fight on both sides. Once you really get what you say, it's terrible. It's a sad thing. ”

"Then let's strike first!"

Hearing Mordred's bold, even reckless, statement, statement, statements, statements, Tristan and Jack both a little unsure of their ears.

"What did you say??"

"I mean, just go over it!" Mordred looked indifferent, "After all, there's nothing that can't be solved by a cannon." If there is, then come with two shots. ”

"It's really in line with your character." Tristan said calmly. If you ignore his wide eyes and the cold sweat oozing from his head.

(As a joke, this squinting eye is opened in surprise by Mordred.) ）