"Da-da-da-da." Tall, sturdy maroon horses galloped along the paths of the British woods.

Mordred is on the road again. She can be called a British round table model worker! In less than a year since joining the Knights of the Round Table, Mordred has participated in no less than three major military events.

Counting the time he spent in King Camelot with his fingers crossed, the more Mordred thought about it, the more angry he became. Before Kai had finished his meal, Artoria hastily summoned him to the palace and read out the mission.

[It's not once, hey! This was the same situation last time. 】

"Grass!" The black-hearted boss of Britain oppresses the employees! Mordred has been either on the march or on the way to the class during the year.

This time, Mordred was assigned by Artoria to travel because of an invitation from the Knights of Fiona from Ireland. Finn, the head of the Knights of Fiona, invites the best knights of the Celts to challenge.

[People name the best knights, but you use me as the last seat of the round table to fool others. Mordred thought grumblingly.

The most important thing is that Mordred was the only one who went this time, and he didn't even give King Arthur as a companion.

In case she accidentally offends them, can this group of let her come back well? I'm afraid that something like "Mordred is not miserable" will become a reality. Unlike the Round Table Cowherd Troupe, which is a "perverted" Qingliu who is all die-hard royal chefs, almost all the knights in this era are faggots.

It's exciting to think about! (????????)

Fiona had more than 20,000 brave warriors, including a detachment of 27 warriors led by 750 leaders. No matter how tough Mordred is, she doesn't think she can beat tens of thousands of.

Except for the gap in numbers and fanaticism, this is not much different from the Emperor's 10,000-man gay group. Just thinking about it makes Mordred shudder.

"It can't be that my father borrowed a knife to kill people and deliberately wanted to kill me, right?" Mordred didn't dare to think about it anymore, something strange was already in her head.

[It's just a formality.] Mordred reassured herself. Mr. Lu Xun once said: "Friendship first, competition second." "As a messenger of peace, Mordred adheres to the Five Principles of Peaceful Coexistence.

It's a long way to go. Mordred is constantly searching on the road.

The island of Ireland is located on the western side of the island of England, and Mordred has more than just vast plains and forests to cross. You also have to cross the Irish Sea, which is separated in the middle. It's not a long journey.

Because there is only one person to move forward, the journey is full of difficulties, boring and inconvenience. Eat and sleep in the open, cross the plains, and cross the sea.

Mordred set foot on the east coast of Ireland on a sunny day.

The coast is quiet and unattended. Or rather, the Knights of Fiona did not know about her arrival at all. Invitation in the open, Finn thought that King Arthur would send the most powerful and famous Lancelot, Gawain and others to come with great fanfare.

Who would have thought that Artoria would send Mordred, the last of the Knights of the Round Table? And that's how it came.

No one could have imagined that this dilapidated old ship full of British characteristics could be used by Mordred to cross the sea. Simply came over, and Mordred admired her skills.

"Cut!" Mordred pretended to be disdainful, but was a little upset to be ignored.

I just hit a beast and roasted it, although I can't make delicious food like Kai, it's no problem to fill my stomach. In the past few days of drifting at sea, Mordred has relied on illegal electric fish to eat. For the last two days all the fish automatically moved away from Mordred's boat at a certain distance, making her hungry for a long time. (Now I understand the feelings of the shark who escaped from Bei Ye's hands.) ）

Dublin, the capital of Ireland, was not far from the eastern coast, and the Fiona warriors' allegiance to Conmac McArte, Ireland's early great king, made his capital here.

Mordred made a low-key head towards Dublin. It's best to get there before sunset, otherwise Mordred won't want to sleep on the streets.

Obviously the last seat of the Knights of the Round Table, but they are doing even more onerous tasks. I really don't know what they think.