1 March 2, Britannica. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Third Plenary Meeting of the Nobles of Great Britain was officially convened, and about 600 nobles and nobles gathered from all over the country gathered at this moment.

In order to cope with this grand five-year conference, Great Britain has been preparing for it since the beginning of the year, and has made full preparations. In addition to abundant food and plenty of alcohol, there are also various events such as Mihime, who is in charge of dancing on the spot.

Of course, this grand meeting was too extravagant in these difficult times, but at the insistence of the Chancellor of the Exchequer, Buckle Lent Howard, who was also Grand Duke Gowisson, the grand event was forcedly launched.

This lavish meeting was arranged inside the castle and presided over by Bakr himself.

Ostensibly, the purpose of this meeting was to show the outside world that Great Britain was still alive and well, so that the nobles could rest assured that they would stay in their respective territories and control the territory for Great Britain. But in reality it was a personal feast that belonged to Buckle Lent Howard, the Chancellor of the Exchequer.

The meeting is scheduled for half an hour from today.

In addition to the nobles of various territories, it is rumored that an envoy from the Roman Empire has also arrived. And it is said that their leader is actually a woman, and it seems that she also has a very mysterious relationship with the current Roman emperor. So this meeting is not just an internal meeting of Great Britain, but there may be other political issues behind it......

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"My king, the time is almost up. ”

Lancelot stood at the door and saluted respectfully.

Today, he took off that suit of armor and put on a luxurious black robe, with a jade belt around his waist, and the edges of his sleeves were sewn with gold thread, coupled with that long hair and polite temperament, as well as Lancelot's very handsome appearance, he can definitely kill a bunch of aristocratic ladies when he goes out now.

Artoria, who was still discussing something with Char in the room, looked up when she heard this.

"So fast?" said Artoria with a hint of regret and dissatisfaction on her face, and Artoria was clearly unhappy to be disturbed at this time. Because this is a rare "normal period" for Char. It's rare to be able to learn a lot of useful things without being half-dead by his poisonous mouth.

And Char is indeed a very qualified teacher, basically astronomy and geography, governing the country and the people, building cities and training, taxation and miscellaneous affairs, basically as long as a country needs all kinds of knowledge, there is nothing Char does not know, can't say, can't see through and can't see accurately.

But this is also a matter of course, the gap between the two is not the difference in IQ. It's just a simple difference between the world and the world of "information".

"Meeting? Hmph, you're going to find a reason, that old immortal rat. From beginning to end, this grand banquet was just a demonstration by his Bakr. I am afraid that on the one hand, it is to force King Arthur to continue to cede power, and on the other hand, it is also to collect the allegiance of those nobles. But it was really unexpected that the Roman Empire would intervene...... But then again, do they still have any power left in this island nation?"

Smell the prestige.

As expected, Lancelot looked helpless to find that the man in the room had once again committed the following acts.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a seat unique to King Arthur. Now that idiot was sitting on it with a natural expression, and with a sneering expression on his face, he was looking at himself with Erlang's legs crossed.

Hey, how do you describe the mood at this moment?

Lancelot sighed deeply, as if tired.

- Forget it, let him make trouble......

Bakker's mind aside, this was an almost semi-public affair. However, the Roman Empire did have an elite legion stationed in the British Isles. But don't get me wrong, they only stayed for the gold on this island, and there were not many of them, only more than a thousand, and more than half of them were slave soldiers. Lancelot said.

There are slave soldiers, and there are only more than a thousand people who can claim to be the elite legions of the Roman Empire.

Char's eyes narrowed slightly, and he thought of the only possibility.

"A field legion of gladiators and Roman hoplites?"

"Exactly, and it's the super elite who came out of the city of Rome. Each person has no less than a hundred lives in their hands, and their strength is very strong, and their equipment is naturally the best. If they want to...... This army of 1,600 men was enough to crush the Frisians on a frontal battlefield until they were annihilated. ”

"So tough?" Char was a little interested.

"After all, it is an empire that has been killed in five hundred years of killing, how can it be possible if there is no such background. Moreover, the First Legion, the Sixth Legion, the Ninth Legion of the Roman Empire, and the legendary Janissary of the Roman Senate are all world-famous super-powerful armies in the world, and there is no army in the world that can fight against any of them alone. ”

Char frowned slightly.

Doesn't it exist? Why did the Roman Empire, which the Roman Empire was able to crush with all its might, have to fight against them with all its might?

At this time, Bediwell's voice came from far outside the door.

"Lancelot, isn't the king ready?"

"No, it's almost ready. It's just that Xia Yaqing has some things that she wants to ask clearly, so I delayed for a while. ”

Bedwell, who had been running in a hurry, stopped in front of the door. Today, like Lancelot, Bedwell has taken off her heavy armor and put on a very ornate white robe. Because Bedwell, who was originally silver-haired and silver-eyed, was born with a gentle and mysterious aura, and now he is wearing that white robe of the nobility to support his pure temperament.

"Really, don't talk about irrelevant topics at such a critical juncture. Bedwell glanced at Lancelot with some apprehension, God knows how anxious the nobles waiting in the palace were at this moment to get started.

Lancelot said, "Hey, don't blame me, Bedwell. You also know the character of Charyana's bastard, if I dare to throw my face here and ignore his questioning, he will dare to throw me directly in the middle of the enemy line on the battlefield and not give reinforcements......"

"That's why you and the king are the same, it's too much to follow Char's character!" Bedwell grumbled angrily. "And it's clear that Lancelot himself is coming to inform the king, why are you staying here by yourself." The nobles don't respect the king very much, and if they are allowed to seize any more excuses, do you know how much of a desecration this is against the king's dignity!?"

"Understood, understood. It's true that Bedwell has come back and feels more and more like a good wife than a knight of the Round Table. Lancelot said, rubbing his earlobe.

"Huh!?"

"Ahh

I feel that if there was something more important, Bedwell would probably have done it with Lancelot on the spot because of this sentence...... Anyway, his face is very red~

"Then, Char, you stay here for now. I will raise the issue of your status and official position at the meeting. Then you'll be led by the guards. Also pay attention to Bakker...... He's going to make things hard for you, because he can't afford anyone who is talented and learned to stay with me. ”

Artoria walked to the door and didn't forget to look back and say a word.

"Also, let's save today's study for three days. I'm afraid this meeting won't end anytime soon, because there are unexpected guests who have attended. ”

Artoria's eyes narrowed slightly. The unexpected guest she spoke of was the emissaries of the Roman Empire. It seems that Bakr is not only summoning the nobles in the country, but even the Roman Empire is connected to the line.

Artoria strode away with the two noisy Knights of the Round Table.

Char, who had a strange smile on his face, was left alone in the room.

Because of the lack of time, King Arthur could only hurry to the venue in advance with his guards and the Knights of the Round Table, who had been waiting for a long time. Before leaving, King Arthur ordered a maid to help Char prepare the clothes he was going to wear for the meeting. After all, the outfit on his body is so unseemly, if he wears it out, it will only make him laugh at it.

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