"Yes, sir. All the knights said in unison at this moment, their faces with different expressions, but each of them exuded an awe-inspiring battle intent.

"Very well, this time, I will go with you to France, you have no objection to this matter, do you?"

"Of course, without your lordship, I believe this battle will be very easy. Mesvale looked up and said with a coquettish smile.

"Very well, do you have any more to ask for?" said Edward III nodded, then looked at the knights.

Lancelot walked out of the group, his white armor clanging on his body, he bowed first, and then spoke, "My lord, I want to take back my weapon, I hope you will agree." ”

Looking at Lancelot's tall figure, Edward III's brows furrowed: "With your ability, no one can match even if you don't use that sword, why be obsessed with it?"

"I just want to get my weapon back, and Arthur has been dead for so long, and your agreement should be null and void. Lancelot said quietly, not in the slightest hint of backing down.

His legendary weapon, the Lake Light Sword, was taken by Edward III as Arthur was dying.

At that time, Edward III was still the great magician Merlin, and Arthur agreed with him to get rid of Lancelot, who was in love with Gnevel, and bring the lake sword as proof in order to inherit the throne of the British Empire.

Of course, Edward III would not actually kill Lancelot, but he demanded that Lancelot hand over the sword in the lake as a way to ensure that Gnavelle would not be harmed. For the sake of Gnevel's safety and the Crocodile's control over the British Empire, Lancelot agreed......

Later, when Arthur died, he made a vow to bury the Lake Sword as his companion and take it to the grave, and made a curse that the sword would never be taken out. And Gnavier believed it when she saw the Lake Light Sword, so she chose to commit suicide to follow Lancelot, and although there was nothing to lose for Edward III, Lancelot lost everything he was after.

"That sword has been buried in history, but you want to take it out again, whether you can't let go of the sword or the unpleasant past. Edward III frowned, his tone a little displeased.

Arthur's grave was known only to him, but he didn't want to set foot in it again, although the former king had been reduced to a pile of bones, but as long as he faced those remaining traces, Edward III still had an unpleasant feeling, it was a shameful history of him being controlled by the king of mankind as a king.

"I'm sorry, my lord, that's my only request, if you feel like you've broken your oath, then why don't you think about what you promised me before. Lancelot looked at Edward III calmly, without the slightest intention of backing down, even Gawain did not dare to anger Edward III at this moment, but he didn't care about it.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became silent, and the remaining knights looked at the two of them motionless, not knowing what to do.

"Gawain, drag this guy out!" Edward III suddenly roared, his dull tone like a thunderbolt, and he glared at Lancelot, his blood pupils dancing with a bright fierce light.

"At this time, even if you drag it out, it's useless, my lord, it's just a sword, it doesn't matter if it's given to him. Unexpectedly, Gawain refused Edward III's request. It's not that he doesn't want to attack Lancelot, it's just that his weapon, the Guardian of the Sun Wheel, is not on his body at the moment, and even if he carries an alchemy weapon, he can barely suppress Lancelot only at noon with the triple enhancement of metal refining.

"Damn!" Edward III scolded inwardly as Gawain looked indifferent. Not even Gawain was willing to go against Lancelot, let alone the other knights.

Edward III stared at Lancelot, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, and after a long thought, he gritted his teeth and said: "Three days from now, I will bring you that sword before the army goes on an expedition, and now, leave here with your companions." You've got three days to get used to your body, go ahead, and don't let me down!"

"Rest assured, the Knights of the Round Table will not let that happen. Lancelot said, bowing slightly to Edward III, "Then my lord, we will take our leave." ”

After Lancelot finished speaking, he walked towards the outside of the main hall without looking back. Behind him, the remaining knights bowed to Edward III one by one and left the place.

When Edward III was the only one left in the hall, he turned around and walked to the throne step by step.

This gilded throne has accompanied him for hundreds of years, and the place where the handrails have become incomparably smooth. Edward III touched the back of the chair inlaid with various gems, and then smashed it with a punch!

With the violent hum of metal, the back of the chair made of gold gradually cracked. The priceless gem falls off from above and falls onto the ground beneath your feet with a clanging crunch. The back of the chair was broken in half, revealing the silver blade and bronze hilt, and Edward III took the hilt and pulled the sword out of the chair and placed it in his hand to examine it.

The silver blade reflected the moonlight in the sky, flowing with the brilliance of water waves, and even if you only look at it with the naked eye, you can know that this sword is extraordinary.

"Arthur, you think I don't know that the Sword in the Stone has been sealed in the throne by you, but unfortunately the Bedwell you entrusted is just a pawn of mine. As your most trusted sword knight, he sealed the sword on the throne after burying you, but he still told me about it......" Edward III said, stroking the slippery blade of the sword in the stone, his eyes lost to the memories of the past.

"I'm sorry, I originally planned to let the Lake Light Sword sleep with you, but now it seems that this agreement is going to be broken. ”

When King Arthur was buried, he used a special coffin, which could not be opened by any other means except the key, which was also his grudge against Lancelot, so that the Lake Light Sword could not be inherited and used...... And the sword in the stone, as the king's sword, is not only his authority to rule the kingdom, but also the key to open the coffin, which is why the sword was sealed into the throne.

Behind the throne of the king is the sharpness of the sword, which is also a symbol, and it is hoped that those who sit on this throne will never forget their mission, but for Edward III, the king of mankind is only a profession that allows the race to obtain food.

With the sword in the stone, Edward III walked towards the outside of the main hall, Arthur's tomb was not far from the royal palace, and he would soon be able to rush there......

The knights who left the palace did not go very far, and as legendary figures, they did not have their own abode in this world. Before awakening them, Edward III put together a mansion to serve as a temporary residence for the Knights of the Round Table, and eleven people living in one mansion was a little cramped, but it was much better than sleeping in a coffin.

"I really didn't expect that the world would be like this hundreds of years later, and it would be so much better than it was in our time. Gawain stood on the balcony of the mansion and looked into the distance, the night of London was clearly visible in his eyes, and the changes of hundreds of years brought him not only strangeness, but also a trace of inexplicable excitement.

"Yes, I remember that this place used to be a forest, and Arthur sent us to exterminate the wolves, hehehe, what an interesting memory. Messerville leaned against the window and rested her legs on the windowsill, but she was dressed in the uniform of a knight of the round table, otherwise it would have been easy to see where she shouldn't have been.

"Hehehehe, it seems that you still miss Arthur, but I'm curious about why you chose to stay by my side in so many places in this mansion?" said Gawain, smiling at Messervale on the side.

"Don't get me wrong, the only man who can interest me is Arthur, but this guy is only focused on Gnavele, oh no, he is the most attentive to the king's work, and if it weren't for that, that woman wouldn't have fallen in love with Lancelot. Methover said, waving her hand helplessly, "I really can't understand what is so good about this guy Lancelot that will make the princess fall in love with him with all her heart." ”

"You can't understand the mind of a human woman, a guy like you who only knows how to seduce others, really knows what love is?" Gawain smiled disdainfully when she heard Messewell talk about the past.

"How can you blame me for this kind of thing, after all, the development of the body is not something that people can control. Messerwell said in a helpless tone, but rubbed the huge two balls on her chest, her development was indeed unusually successful, enough for Mordred, who didn't care about her figure, to leave in a huff after seeing it, but this kind of body still failed to attract Arthur's attention.