"Gao Wen, I haven't seen you for so many years, and you are still so noisy, it's really disgusting. Lord Edward's palace is so neat, you made it look like this at once, be careful to be sent to sleep again, hahahaha. In the line, a tall woman in fifth place said to Gawain with a smile.

"It's impossible for such a thing to happen, how can such a generous figure like Lord Edward be entangled in such a trivial matter? It's you, Messewell, who will have your tongue cut out if you talk nonsense, but I want to see how long a tongue like you will have. Gawain put one hand on the knight on the left, tilted his head and looked at Messevale with a flirtatious look, if it weren't for the obvious sun imprint on the armor on his body, no one would have believed that the legendary noble Sun Knight would look like this.

"Hey, I know that competing with women is a kind of provoking Lancelot for us to see. Methover said as she stuck out her tongue, "My sister's tongue is much longer than yours, even if it is not cut off, hehehehe." ”

"Hmph, sharp-toothed woman, I don't know why you became a Knight of the Round Table. At the mention of Lancelot, Gawain's fists clenched, but finally he put it down.

In legend, Gawain and Lancelot duel and are eventually killed. Although the legend is false, the description of the strength of the two is still meritorious, Gawain is indeed not Lancelot's opponent, and this is the reason why he hates Lancelot, but compared to Lancelot's strength, Gawain is better at controlling people's hearts, which is why he is favored by King Arthur.

"Lord Edward, what is it to wake us up this time. ”

A cold voice came from the mouth of the first knight and spread through the wide hall, although his voice was not loud, but it contained a different temperament, which made the other knights invariably turn their eyes to Edward III.

Looking at the conspicuous white armor of the first knight, Edward III nodded casually, and only this guy can shock the unstoppable knights in the audience, or the vampires.

"I am really moved, even after so many years, your character is still so serious. Edward III said, slowly stepping down from his throne, "Lancelot, you should have noticed that you are missing a companion in your ranks. ”

Lancelot raised his head, and his dark blue eyes looked indifferently into Edward III's eyes: "Yes sir, the Eleventh Knight did not appear today, and he, as your son and the only one among the Twelve, did not seem to have made such a mistake. ”

"Yes, sir, where has that arrogant imp gone, and I want to say hello to him. As soon as Lancelot finished speaking, Gawain interjected, not seeming to take the other party seriously.

Lancelot didn't care about Gawain's rudeness, he still looked at Edward III indifferently, waiting for the other party to answer his doubts.

Although they have not seen each other for hundreds of years, he can still keenly perceive Edward III's helplessness, this prince will never wake them up if he does not encounter an unsolvable problem, because Edward III's yearning and control of power is stronger than anyone else.

"My dear Lancelot, the Eleventh Knight of your mouth, my son Edward the Black Prince, would be very pleased to know that you still think about him. Edward III said, his tone had a feeling of sighing, although the relationship between the two was not harmonious, but as father and son, there was always affection.

"Edward, the Black Prince, your brother and partner, is dead, buried in a foreign land, at the hands of the enemy!"

Edward III's mood suddenly fluctuated violently, his blood pupils shining in the hall, and a chaotic air flow surging around him, as if there was indescribable anger and sorrow.

"What, that little imp is actually dead? When did it happen?" Gawain asked with a look of surprise as he pulled his cloak from Edward III's aura as he pulled his cloak with his hand.

Behind him, Mesnevere couldn't help but frown as she looked at Edward III's mournful appearance.

Every time Edward III woke them up, there were various reasons, and although it was his power as patriarch, the feeling of being used was really disappointing.

"It's really heart-wrenching, and losing such a brother who knows how to appreciate men makes my life boring in the future. Although she was very angry, Mesover said with a pretended sadness.

"Let's listen to the adults first, we have been asleep for so long, and we don't know a lot of things, how the eleventh knight died, there must be some clues. Lancelot glanced back and said lightly.

Among the Knights of the Round Table, Lancelot's prestige was undoubtedly the highest, and when they saw him say this, the other knights immediately closed their mouths, and even Gawain, who had never dealt with him much, just snorted coldly and then stopped talking.

"Your Excellency, please speak. ”

Edward III nodded, and then spoke: "After you fell asleep, a lot of things happened to the Blood Clan, the most important of which is probably the establishment of the Secret Party. ”

Hearing the word secret party, the knights present all showed puzzled eyes.

"You fell asleep relatively early, and at that time, the Elders' control over the Blood Clan had not yet declined to the extent it is now, so most of the princes still maintained respect for those old fellows on the surface. After the change of popes and the new Pope Gregory took power, the twelve princes of the blood clan who did not obey the administration of the Presbyterian Church united and formed the Secret Party to fight against the Presbyterian Church. ”

"Wow, that sounds good, those sleeping old guys have been in power for too long, it's time to let them know that this world doesn't belong to them. Hearing this, Gawain couldn't help but applaud the secret party, he was originally a person who did not obey discipline, and naturally hated the rule of the Presbyterian Church very much.

"Sir Gawain, can you let me finish my sentence with peace of mind? Edward III stared at Gawain coldly and said in a gloomy tone.

If he could, he would not be willing to wake up these knights, half of these guys with different personalities are dukes, and they are very unfriendly to the rule of his prince, but in terms of ability, I have to say that these guys are much stronger than Edward, the Black Prince, enough to silence some guys who don't know whether to live or die forever.

"I'm sorry, my lord, but your Sun Knight didn't mean to interject, but he was blown away by the good news, and really, I promise it won't happen again. Seeing that Edward III was really angry, Gawain quickly covered his mouth with his hand after speaking.

"Hmph. Glaring at Gawain again, Edward III snorted coldly, "Since the establishment of the Secret Party, there has been no major action because of the suppression of the Council of Elders. But those guys are just a rabble after all, and the old Jack of the Black Heron clan, as a prince, was defeated by Vlad III when he invaded Romania, and even the dignity of the secret party was greatly damaged. ”

"After the murder of a prince, the secret party did nothing, so I moved the idea of sending troops to France. The temptation in this place is too great, and there are only two viscounts stationed there, you should know what that means, right?" asked Edward III, looking at the knights.

"This means that this France belongs to the Crocodile Clan, and it will be very easy to take!" said the rebellious knight Mordred, at the back of the team, snapping his fingers.

Legend has it that Mordred is King Arthur's adopted son, but her real identity is actually a girl, but her body is relatively flat, and her boy-like personality will have such a misunderstanding.

Although Mordred was younger than anyone in the room, she was in tenth place, stronger than Edward the Black Prince.

Edward III nodded approvingly, he still had a good impression of Mordred: "That's right, so I sent a large army to attack France, but until now, I have only taken half of the land." Not long ago, the news of my son's assassination spread throughout the Bloodline, and it is for this reason that I will wake you up. ”

"I see, I see. Lancelot nodded, and then asked, "But my lord, since you said that you sent a large army, then there should be no doubt about taking France, but now, because of a piece of news that is difficult to distinguish between true and false, does it make you so flustered?"

"If I could, I would also like to think that this news is false, but now there has been no news of the army for more than ten days, and I specially told this before leaving, even my son does not dare to disobey this order, so the rumors outside are true!" said Edward III through gritted teeth, his blood-colored pupils unusually bright in the main hall.

Even at the end of the line, Mordred could hear a creaking crunch, a pop from Edward III's clenched fists.

As a prince, Edward III was not the one to fight, but his anger was no less than that of any other king. Except for the death of the Black Prince Edward, there is no news from the rest of the army, no matter which one it is, it is enough to ignite the anger in the heart of this king!

"Okay, I already understand the situation in front of me, so, what do you want us to do?" in this case, even Gawain did not dare to be presumptuous, he stood behind Lancelot and asked respectfully.

"It's very simple, take the army to level France, and destroy everything that stands in my way, especially Toville and Rocait, I will take off the heads of the two of them with my own hands!"