In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

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The French left, leaving only Rosen and a group of Knights of the Round Table present. They were all old comrades-in-arms, and seemed much more relaxed than before. Bedivere smiled kindly.

Artoria frowned slightly, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, forming a strange expression.Rubbing her hand on the hilt of the sword, she raised her head slightly and said:

"There is an old saying in the East: You should look at each other with admiration for three days. It's only been a year. I am amazed at the speed of your progress, Lawson!"

I remember that a year ago, she summoned this man in Buckingham Palace. At that time, it was more for the purpose of publicity, and she didn't pay attention to him at all. He was at most an interesting little guy.

Eight months ago, it was all because of him that he was able to turn the tide in the battle of London, which made him love talents; but now, it is actually on an equal footing.

"The world is changing too fast, but Rosen's outstanding military achievements are worthy of his current status. '

Artoria didn't care about gossip, she relaxed her slightly frowning brows, nodded and said, "Congratulations, Rosen."

"Thank you, and I also thank you for making the right choice." Rosen agreed generously, too much humility would be hypocritical.

"That's why your layout is correct. If there is no evidence of Richelieu collaborating with the enemy, the Knights of the Round Table will not attack the friendly nations."

"So I wasted some effort and exposed a chess piece in advance." Rosen shrugged, bullshit chivalry, how much effort he had spent.

King Arthur let out a slight smile, stroked the blond hair from his temples, and returned to his serious and rigid appearance.

"Let's gossip, Aggavin, come and report on Britain's battle preparations."

"Yes, my king." The black-armored knight bowed and saluted, and then said loudly: "Due to the destruction of the Royal Navy, our army's transportation capacity is insufficient. We must mobilize at most two armored divisions within a week, and the caliber of our army's weapons and France is also different, and the logistics must be closely connected."

"Lawson, look..." Arturia turned to look at Rosen. She didn't understand the whole situation, so she naturally let the other party plan.

"Excessive conventional troops are of little use. Britain only needs to provide material support, and Rome will bear the rest."

"Rome? Can it work?" The king raised his eyebrows, and seemed to have deep doubts about the fighting power of the noodles.

"I said yes, and they will be able to do it. Don't worry, the latest weapons will be used in this battle." In fact, the junior soldiers of Noodle Country are quite good, the key is to see if there is a qualified commander.

Nero is good at boosting morale, and Marius is a veteran of the battlefield, who is many times stronger than these British barbarians.

"The latest weapon?"

"Yes, it's an epoch-making weapon. Currently, only I can produce it. I hope that Britain can also order it in the future." Rosen made a fool of himself and advertised his product by the way. Seeing King Arthur's suspicious expression, he Choose to skip this topic.

"Don't worry about the hundreds of thousands of monsters, they can do only a few things. Britain gathered half-heroes and magicians to form an expeditionary force, follow me to this place!"

He suddenly turned around and pointed the baton at the southern tip of Europa.

"Gibraltar!?" King Arthur's pupils contracted slightly, and all the Knights of the Round Table straightened their backs.

This Rosen really didn't play his cards according to common sense, and he chose the most dangerous and crucial Demon's Nest right away!How did they know that the president's tactics lead the world, what if they can't beat it?What if the war lasts too long?Change house! !

"No, there is Drake among the monsters. If we fight at sea, the result will be sad." Tristan objected.If the battle fails, the heroic spirit is fine, and the others can only go to the sea to feed the fish.

"Your Excellency Tristan, the Roman Navy is unscathed. The monster has Drake, and I also have Blackbeard in my hand. The combat power is not at a disadvantage."

"But the Roman navy is very small!"

"Yes, and Gibraltar is shrouded in black smoke all year round, no one knows how many monsters there are!"

"The risk is too great, it is better to go to the Pyrenees to plug the gap."

Except for Bedivere, the rest of the Knights of the Round Table expressed their opinions, and they did not trust the Romans.

"There is no [-]% certainty in combat. Facing difficulties is the chivalry." Rosen interrupted them and turned his attention to the king. She is the one who decides everything.

Sure enough, His Majesty King Arthur, who had a strong character, chose to take risks, and pressed his hands down to calm down the knights.

"I have made up my mind! If we take too long to face it head-on, it will cause heavy casualties, and the suffering of the French people will be even greater! It is our duty to uphold justice and drive out evil, and we cannot stand idly by just because we are citizens of other countries!"

The blond girl held the hilt of her sword in her hands, looking awe-inspiring and inviolable, like a lion.

Heroic spirits have been here for more than ten years, and with changes in the external environment, they will also change themselves.There are too many temptations in modern society, and Heroic Spirit is a person who has died once. Many things have been seen through, and the rate of decay is astonishing.

A mighty pirate king can become a dead house, not to mention these powerful knights of the round table. Although they are not greedy for life and afraid of death, they cherish their lives even more.Only King Arthur, who is strict with himself like an ascetic, can keep the essence unchanged.

'Looks like we need to speed up our plans, these guys are getting more and more unreliable. '

Rosen made a decision in his heart, and kept smiling on the surface: "His Majesty King Arthur is right, a [-]% chance of winning is enough to take risks."

"The troops participating in the war will be airlifted to Sardinia and set sail with the Roman fleet. Don't worry, I've decided on the fortress of Gibraltar!"

"Yes, I will make arrangements immediately." Agguiwen bowed to accept the order, took a deep look at Rosen and then backed out.

The rest of the Knights of the Round Table also turned and left. As a soldier, King Arthur's order is absolute.

The sound of the iron boots stamping on the ground gradually faded away, and the hall suddenly fell silent for a few seconds, and the two nodded in tacit agreement.

"Talk about?"

"it is good."

There is a small garden in the center of the Louvre. Its type and scale are naturally inferior to Nero's Palace. I don't know when the tyrant's living room began to be used as a criterion for judging. Anyway, there are very few people who are more luxurious than her along the way.

A white square table was placed in the center of the sea of ​​roses, Rosen slowly sipping black tea, while King Arthur wiped out the desserts on the table at an alarming speed.

There seemed to be a black hole there, and all the food was poured into it, and the blond girl who looked not far away was full of pride.

The way my king eats...is really heroic!

"Rosen, don't you want to eat?" Artoria, who had been meeting all afternoon, was a little hungry, and asked vaguely.