The convoy carrying grain drove slowly across the field, and several knights on horseback guarded the convoy. A heavily armed knight at the front of the line was apparently none other than Gahoris of the Knights of the Round Table. This time, he was going to escort the grain of some towns in the north to pay tribute to the royal capital.

Generally speaking, this kind of mission is stable, the route back and forth is within the kingdom, and the knights escorted are all experienced in battle, so there will be no major mistakes.

Walking to a field, Garhoris raised his hand to signal the convoy to stop. It was close to noon, the sun was very strong, and the hot and dry weather was not suitable for moving on. Moreover, most of the knights were hungry and in desperate need of rest.

It's an open wilderness, and it's said to be the most barren place in Central Britain. The gray-white wildness, even if there are people with bad intentions who try to rob the grain and grass, will be discovered when they do not get close, and there is no hiding person on the plain. Garhoris can rest assured that he will stay here.

"Fire!" With a loud shout, Gahoris, who had just sat down to rest, suddenly tensed his nerves.

I saw a figure rise up in the field in front of me. No wonder they didn't notice just now that these people who were lying in ambush here had dried weeds tied to their bodies and mud on their faces. It's just a bunch of obscene Voldemort in gilly suits, how could Garhoris be prepared in such a situation.

One by one, these obscene old cowards armed with bows and arrows surrounded the convoy of knights escorting grain and grass.

"Quick, get on the horse, there is an enemy !!" With Gahoris's warning, the knights mounted their horses.

The people on the other side obviously didn't want to make things desperate either, and didn't attack while they were unprepared. It seems that there is no intention of hurting people, but they are surrounded by Gahoris.

The two sides confronted each other like this, and there must have been about six or seven hundred people in ambush, and it didn't seem to be a rabble. Gahoris made a rough comparison between the dozens of people under his command and the other party, and he wisely did not act rashly. He didn't want his knights to die in vain, and he didn't want to give up the food escorted, so he could only stalemate here.

"Do you know who I am? But dare to intercept the Knight of the Round Table plus Horis, don't you want to live! Those who know each other should get out of the way, otherwise you will rob the grain, and King Arthur will definitely send troops, and you will not end well!! Gahoris, who did not dare to take risks, could only choose a safe verbal threat, hoping that the "bandits" on the opposite side would retreat.

"But we can't help it!" Someone in the distance replied, and the figure on a horse came slowly. Looking at the unique armor of the Knights of the Round Table, the identity of the comer was suddenly revealed. After all, they are all Knights of the Round Table under King Arthur, how could Garhoris not recognize Mordred, who has been in the limelight for the Round Table recently.

"Mordred! How can you do anything to condone your subordinates to loot grain and grass??? "Gahoris would never have imagined that it was his own people who robbed him. Thinking that there might have been some misunderstanding, Garholis whispered to the knights around him who were nervously on standby: "It should be some misunderstanding, don't act rashly!" I'll go over and ask. ”

With that, Garhoris stepped forward and came together with Mordred. "Did something happen? I guess there must be some misunderstanding here. ”

Although he couldn't see through the helmet, Mordred looked at Garhoris with a smile. When Gahoris approached for questioning, he suddenly made a move.

"You! ......" The defenseless Gahoris was caught on his horse by Mordred and hit his head hard, and Gahoris fainted before he could react.

There's really no misunderstanding about it, Mordred is planning to rob this batch of grain. Although Mordred had Merlin perform a spell, a month of intermittent rain finally alleviated part of the situation. But the disaster has eased, and food is not available all at once. Now that we have missed the agricultural season, we can only wait for the next year to plant. How to spend this year...... Mordred suddenly remembered the bandits he had met on the road when he had just debuted.

【emmmmmmm…… It's better to rob a big dog household. Mordred thought it was a good idea, and so the scene was born.

Speaking of which, Mordred and Gahoris also have some fate,

Garhoris is Gawain's younger brother, and after Queen Gnavelle and Lancelot's affair was revealed, Mordred led the Knights of the Round Table to capture Gnavel. Together with his sister Gareth, he oversaw the burning of Queen Gnevel at the stake, but Lancelot killed them both by mistake, and Gawain hated Lancelot for a long time.

The split at the Round Table thus gave Mordred, blinded by the anger of hatred, an opportunity.

So Mordred and Gahoris will inevitably have to deal with each other in the future. But Mordred is now worried about the mess of the fiefdom, so she can only make this decision.

"Your commander has been captured by me, obediently lay down your weapons, raise your hands and surrender, spare you from death!" Mordred held Gahoris in the air in her hand.

Quite calmly, these knights who escorted the grain obediently became the captives of Mordred.

"All the grain is transported away, and with this grain, I can probably save money to get through this period."

"My lord, how do you deal with these people??? His knight asked Mordred that he had never done anything like this before, and that he was a little at a loss.

Let these knights go, it's indeed a big hidden danger. Mordred thought about the unclothed inhabitants of her territory, as well as the scarce labor force: "All pulled out, serve as our labor force!" The war horses were taken to other places to exchange food. ”

[Hmm............ What a genius I'm a genius! 】