In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

"That's it, I'll go to the one from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and leave the others to you." Tristan didn't want to stay any longer, and stood up to leave.There are only two people left at the round table that usually gathers together in the hall on weekdays, and it makes people sad to see it.

"Please, Lord Tristan." Bedivere said solemnly.

The red-haired knight nodded lightly and left.

In fact, there are not many Heroic Spirits in London City. After all, they are backed by the sea, and France will not come to backstab in the face of the world, so almost all Heroic Spirits are either on the northern front or in West Wales to guard against Ireland.

This city is like a large factory and a material distribution center. It continuously transports various materials to the front line. This kind of work can be done by ordinary people, and there is really no need to keep too many Heroic Spirits.

Even the few left behind were specially arranged by King Arthur to monitor them, otherwise they would all be released, and Britain would not be allowed to mess up.

The people Bedivere was looking for were limited to heroic spirits, and as for a certain half-heroic spirit, they had been completely forgotten in the chaos.

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"It's kind of interesting, it's actually going to engage in a public opinion war!"

In a cheap hotel outside the city center, Rosen dropped the mouse and stretched out, putting out the cigarette butt in the already full ashtray.

Three days ago, he moved out of the guest house of the Ministry of Military Affairs. Bedivere had no time to talk to him at this time, and he would ignore him after he asked to keep the communication open.

Rosen stood up and moved a bit, walked to the window and looked at the street, only to see that this main London road was crowded with people, at least several thousand at a glance.

They carried all kinds of slogans, about serial murders, some demanding to improve the level of material supply, and some wanting freedom to be democratized. Anyway, they all vented their dissatisfaction.

The military and police stood on both sides as if they were facing the enemy, while tens of thousands of melon-eating people were watching, which made the visual impact of the parade, which was not too large, several times stronger. on the verge of disintegrating...

Chapter 28 You don't move here

Rosen hates these idiots, and even more hates those journalists who keep walking through. They will only spread the ugliness of Britain to the world and discourage countries that have the heart to help.

After all, life is difficult for everyone. If Britain loses the war, the supplies of support will not be in vain.

"Diverting the public's attention with an internal crisis, and then forcibly ignoring the good news from the front line? This organizer is also quite good." Rosen smiled disdainfully, turned to look at the petite girl occupying the computer:

"Mordred, what do you think?"

"A group of stupid humans." Mordred sneered, and his voice suddenly became louder: "Hey, there are still people who have been whitewashed on the Internet! Haha, when did I become an unyielding guardian of democracy!"

"When they need you, they become a careerist full of rebellious ideas when they don't."

"Hey, they don't know how high the sky is! I really want to cut through the network cable!" Mordred typed fast, Rosen looked over and found that the bear boy also registered an account and was fighting with people.

The ID is simple and rude, it is called "I am the real Mordred".

"You're so boring." Rosen rolled his eyes, lit a cigarette, and explained casually: "Actually, only a small number of people are dissatisfied. The vast majority of Britons still support King Arthur, but intentionally or not. They became accomplices."

"I'm really fed up, what's the point of making a fuss." Mordred turned off the computer angrily, and she was far from a keyboard warrior's opponent.

"There are too many people in the world who don't know the good and the bad. If they can go to the restaurant door to protest the inhumanity of killing chickens, what else can't be done?" Rosen remembered some interesting things he saw in his previous life, and laughed even more happily.

Please, it's the end of the world now, it's not bad to be alive, and you still do these inexplicable things.Is the woman who was killed in the serial murder case pitiful?Pity, of course, but nothing compared to the ruined cities.

Therefore, he has nothing to say except "Made, mentally retarded".

Some bullshit made the current situation, Mordred felt inexplicable and frowned: "What the hell is that guy doing? Why hasn't he taken action at this time?"

"You mean King Arthur? She must have left Britain to ask for help. Didn't you see that this incident was pushed to a climax | Is it just a matter of the past few days?" Rosen pouted, and he knew what was going on after thinking about it.

He could also think of the high level of the mastermind behind the scenes. King Arthur's departure from the country should be a high-level secret. Generally speaking, only the Knights of the Round Table know about it.

Mordred has rarely questioned Rosen's IQ, and suddenly felt a little funny. That guy was cursed by not being able to go abroad. Every time he went out, something happened in the house.

Uh...seems like I did it myself last time.

"But it's not right. Even if that guy is gone, Lancelot and Argonaut are not stupid, so there's no way to do it."

"This is the genius of the enemy. Gradually strengthen the offensive and let the Knights of the Round Table be transferred one by one. I estimate that there are not many Knights of the Round Table left in the city of London now, and the most important point is—"

"You tin cans don't understand modern routines at all. You always think that the death of a few women is nothing. When you react, it will be difficult to think about ending it."

Rosen walked quickly to the window, pointed below and said: "It's too easy to destroy these people, one Noble Phantasm will disappear from the world, but unfortunately they are not enemies, it's easy to kill, but it's very troublesome to deal with, Mordred , Now is not ancient, we have to consider international influence."

Let’s not talk about it. If you make crazy actions in front of the camera, don’t want support from other countries. With the grain output of Britain, you can’t feed a few people at all.

Britain is ashamed of being the five permanent members, and this self-knowledge is still there.

"I'm afraid of this, I'm afraid of that, it's really troublesome." Mordred became irritable, and she hated the feeling of being tied up.

'I don't say it, but I still care about this country after all. '

Rosen thought it was funny, and decided to try the arrogant child again. He turned around and put on a cold and cruel expression:

"How about it? Do you want to try rebelling? If you want to, I have a [-]% chance of putting you on the throne! As long as you make up your mind, I can trick Bedivere over and kill him right away!"

"Clam?" Mordred was stunned, she didn't expect Rosen to say this.

"Isn't it your ideal to be on the throne? Don't miss this opportunity! Seize power, eliminate dissidents, and then kill King Arthur. It's that simple~~~" If Rosen hadn't smiled, he would be similar to the Fallen. .

The very deceptive words made Mordred bow his head and think. She had mixed feelings about this country and that King Arthur.

hatred?Love?expect?

The bear boy couldn't figure it out himself. Hearing Rosen say, it seems that the rebellion really has a chance to succeed, and he can trample on that guy's career!Let the things she holds dear be destroyed again!

She frowned and instinctively wanted to agree, but a voice deep in her heart was reminding her, what if she trampled on it?

Can you feel pleasure?Can you feel a sense of achievement?Is it really your pursuit? ?