I, the Prince of Qin

　　Mordred looked puzzled.Mo Zhe also pondered.

　　It seems that the Lion King has made up his mind and wants to befriend himself.

　　I took her as a prisoner, and she gave herself a face. If she didn't go to see her, she would lose the demeanor of a great country.

　　Mo Zhe, who didn't care much about this singularity, began to seriously consider the possibility of establishing a connection with Camelot City.

Chapter 230 Chapter [-]: Knights of the Round Table

　　Although the Lion King gave him face, he could pay respects and meet him, but things were not in a hurry.

　　Mo Zhe stayed in the fortress city for two days. During this period, he really saw the essence of British cuisine. After two days, he couldn't stand it anymore, so he said goodbye to Mordred and left quickly.

　　I was so naive to expect something from their chef.

　　The hell in this world is that the chef is British!

　　After The Lion King handed Quiet over to Mo Zhe, Mordred didn't say much. He could only send someone to take precautions. In addition, all food and drinking water must be strictly inspected and tested for poison.

　　According to her idea, even the air she breathes every day wants to be strictly checked, and she is even considering establishing an independent air circulation system in each part of the base.

　　At this time, I heard that Mo Zhe was going to leave with Jing Jing, and he was even in the mood for Sa Hua.

　　God knows how much psychological pressure an assassin who is not imprisoned in all directions, runs around all day, and is covered in poison, can bring a lot of psychological pressure.

　　When Mo Zhe left, all the people in the stronghold went to see each other. The knights were dressed in shiny silver armor and lined up in two magnificent rows. Such enthusiasm and respect made people moved.

　　It's a pity that what everyone thinks is that the poisonous girl is finally leaving!

　　In the future, if you go to harm anyone, don't come here again!

　　The incident that poisoned everyone the night before yesterday still lingers in the hearts of all knights as a shadow.

　　If there were not too many people to disperse the toxins, none of the people present would have survived until now!

　　Jing Jing has no guilt at all, just put his arms around Mo Zhe's arm, rubbing around intimately, greedily feeling the happiness of touching people that he never dared to think of before.

　　Mo Zhe thought of her mood, as long as it was beyond the bounds, she would be free to do so.

　　After saying goodbye to Mordred, Mo Zhe looked at the direction casually and identified the location of Camelot City.

　　It's okay anyway, let's go and see.

　　Thinking like this, with tranquility, I headed south.

　　After the fortress where Mordred was stationed, it was actually the sphere of influence of Camelot City.

　　There are still many potholes on the scorched black earth, but occasionally you can see the temporary sentry tower and the blood-stained horse trail.

　　The sixth singularity was originally in the era of the Crusades.

　　But the arrival of the Lion King and Ramses II broke the original situation. In particular, the Lion King led the Knights of the Round Table. After the war, they eliminated the Crusaders and became the center of this singularity.

　　Traces of that war can be seen everywhere on the earth, of course, apart from that war, there are also many left over from the recent past.

　　Mo Zhe saw the magnificent White City looming in the thick air in the distance on the horizon.

　　On the barren plain, such a white giant city is particularly conspicuous.

　　The white city walls and azure decorations symbolize the azure background of King Arthur and the banner depicting the golden triple crown.

　　The clatter of hooves came from far to near, and the two teams of knights appeared in front of them neatly and solemnly.

　　"Knight of the Round Table Tristan."

　　"Knight of the Round Table Gawain."

　　"By my king's order, welcome guests from afar!"

　　Mo Zhe did not doubt that his every move was under the surveillance of the Lion King.

　　Although it is also possible to let Ah Fang directly block all peeping and surveillance, in that case, let alone the Lion King, even the gods cannot know their position and actions.

　　But a simple lion king, that is, the deified King Arthur, is not worth showing that kind of attitude like an enemy.

　　He didn't deliberately hide his whereabouts, so there was no surprise to the arrival of the two Knights of the Round Table.

　　Tristan, the Knight of the Round Table, exudes a sad and melancholy artistry.The bow he is holding can pull the bowstring out of thin air and shoot the arrow of the vacuum, and with the magic that must be hit, it can take the head of a person thousands of miles away.

　　The Knight of the Round Table, Gawain, can be said to be the most famous Knight of the Round Table other than Lancelot.

　　He wore silver armor and a mink cloak, and rode majestically on his horse. After seeing Mo Zhe, he turned over and dismounted. He was not arrogant, but exercised a knightly salute towards Mo Zhe.

　　The legendary Sun Knight, who has been with King Arthur for the longest time, is also the most loyal knight.Holding the holy sword of the sun, it is said that he is invincible as long as it is during the day.

　　"Honorable guest, the king is already waiting for you. He will be very happy to hear of your arrival." Gawain said.

　　Mo Zhe didn't have any reason for stage fright, he looked left and right at the two Knights of the Round Table, and nodded without a trace in his heart.

　　No matter what era, no matter what country, those who uphold loyalty and righteousness are always worthy of respect.

　　Mo Zhe walked first, quietly fluttering beside him, Tristan and Gawain led a number of Knights of the Round Table, one left and one right behind.

　　Camelot City is just ahead, and the swords and guns of the city stand.

　　Mo Zhe observed his surroundings imperceptibly. Although the alert situation was hidden, it was still revealed from various details.

　　Can't help nodding, this is normal.

　　In fact, Mo Zhe has always had doubts. The Lion King, that is, King Arthur, who has been in contact with the holy spear and deified, Arturia, knows how much he knows about himself.

　　From the point of view of this singularity, he was just a Servant who was summoned by Lixiang, and he refused the summon at first, and then sneaked away to watch the fun.

　　I came here by myself, with the exception of Ah Fang, who was always with him, without any entourage, and without any details that could be used to infer his identity.

　　The fight against Mordred didn't show much real power either.

　　If the Lion King notices himself, he can only start at the level of "this person can't see through".

　　So, what is the reason why she cares about herself so much, and is even willing to give herself face and give up a very valuable captive?

　　Intuition of being a king?Innate sensitivity to an equal, or even more powerful being?

　　No matter what, no matter what the Lion King thinks, no matter how kindly she appears on the outside, her heart must be full of vigilance.

　　Today's goodwill only takes into account the risk of hostility.

　　this is normal.

　　Mo Zhe, who is also the master of one party, understands the feelings of the Lion King very well.

　　So he didn't have any dissatisfaction, and let the presence of overt or dark vigilance and surveillance, leisurely, like a stroll in the courtyard, walked into the holy city of Camelot.

　　Then they tasted the British cuisine carefully prepared by the other party.

　　It's not that the other party is slow, but this is their chef, this is their style.

　　Only dim sum is acceptable.

　　After a proper rest, I received a notification from Gawain.

　　"The king is waiting for you in the temple."

　　Mo Zhe patted his body, stood up, and glanced at Jing Jing.

　　Jing Jing was reluctant to stay where she was, and Ah Fang will also allocate some resources to protect her, at least not because of Mo Zhe's absence, and she will not be poisoned by the Knights of the Round Table.

　　Mo Zhe glanced at Gao Wen: "Let's lead the way."

Chapter 231 Chapter [-]

　　Going through the stairs, you will feel like you are walking up to the sky.

　　Since stepping into the deepest gate, the walls on both sides have disappeared like an illusory one, and there is only one staircase that keeps going up, as if extending to the heaven, stretching to the infinite distance.

　　The divine light from the sky descended from both sides of the stairs, like a hazy gauze curtain.

　　If Mo Zhe, who had just passed through that time, saw such a scene with his own eyes, in such a scene, even if he didn't have a guilty conscience and weak legs, he would definitely be nervous.

　　But now, it is no different from walking in a flowery garden or a bustling market.

　　The divine light, the ladder, and the infinite oppression are all like passing clouds.

　　Even if you want to compare, the mighty and sacred power of Daqin on the rooftop is far superior to the glory of this city!

　　Mo Zhe stepped on the ladder slowly, looked at the clouds on both sides, and calculated the height. It was probably more than five kilometers above Camelot City.

　　Above, far away, you can see a golden Pillar of Optimus, like a needle that fixes the world, standing between the sky and the earth, stabilizing the gap between the sky and the earth.

　　In front of the golden beam of light is a white platform suspended in mid-air, and the breath is on the platform.

　　Mo Zhe walked up step by step, and naturally saw the golden figure.

　　The golden flame-like long hair gathered on her head like the rays of the sun, and then turned into waves rolling in the wind, beautiful and dazzling.

　　She was wearing silver armor, and the silver-white warhorse stood quietly beside her. She had already dismounted from the horse. Looking at Mo Zhe's figure stepping up step by step.

　　The silver mask was still on her face, and when Mo Zhe reached the steps, before she could speak, she flipped her hand and took off the mask.

　　Under the mask, is the beautiful face of King Arthur Arturia.

　　There were many different stages in Arturia's life.

　　Just pulled out the sword in the stone, like a newly blooming lily, with fresh vigor, yearning for the pure chivalry, helping others, and running in the mountains and fields of the girlhood.

　　Become the king of Britain, set up the Knights of the Round Table, lead the army and the people, fight against the invaders, and bring precious peace to Britain in that era, and the short-lived and prosperous era of the King of Knights.

　　Arturia, in the era of the King of Knights, still inherits the vigor of the girlhood. With every move, he gradually takes on the majesty of a king, but without losing a sense of resentment and glory.

　　Then came the civil unrest of the Knights of the Round Table, and the final Battle of the Sword Bar.

　　Having experienced growth, experienced rebellion, experienced failure and even death, Arturia walked step by step to each stage of her life, and said goodbye to those familiar faces that belonged to her.

　　Now, here she is, after the battle of Jianlan, she was seriously injured and on the verge of death, but she did not really die. Instead, she picked up the holy spear, accepted the sanctification, and became an existence similar to a god.

　　Dedicated everything for Britain, until death, until he turned into the Holy Spirit, and still clings to the highest place in Camelot City.

　　In front of Arturia, there is no human emotion!

　　"King Arthur, hello." Mo Zhe did not decide which title to use, so he tentatively called her by the name she used to be, the most important name in her life.