In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

"So what? Hasn't the enemy in London been solved?" Mordred glanced at Jack, who was sitting across from him. The latter was humming a song and looking around, not interested in the conversation between the two.

"Young man, you are too naive." Rosen shook his head and walked back and forth, as if talking to himself: "If you only had this kind of IQ, you would have been slashed by King Arthur with a sword. Let me make it up."

"Edward must have been bewitched by her, and Jack and Hyde must have been sent to disrupt | London, unfortunately I destroyed it, but the qualified conspirators must still have a plan... Knights of the Round Table have a traitor? No, If it could be done a thousand years ago, it wouldn't have to be so laborious, could it be a conspiracy?"

He instantly thought of the North's tactic of 'calabash baby saving grandpa', and his eyes lit up.

Yes, they kept putting pressure on the Knights of the Round Table to move their troops north. After all, these tin cans were brave and good at fighting, and they would never give up this great opportunity to destroy monsters.

But in this way, the rear will be empty, and Morgan must have some way to draw from the bottom!At this time, Arthur, who had been taken over from the nest, must have rushed back in a hurry, giving Morgan a chance to eliminate this biggest opponent!

As for King Arthur's awareness, what should he do?Rosen has thought about it for the demon concubine. Let’s not say that the survival of millions of people is related to the national fortune of Britain. The chess piece of Edward is very good. This guy only needs to say that he is desperately fighting and barely blocking the attack of the monster. I beg my king to hurry up. Come help, what can King Arthur do?

Giving up millions of lives is for disloyalty, abandoning comrades is for injustice, and an unfaithful and injustice is a knight king!

PS: Let's see if I can get it out in Chapter 2 today. I'm so tired recently that I'm going to die.

PS2: In fact, there is a harmonious version of the picture, but unfortunately I can't find it.

Chapter 40 Well, good IQ

Above the conspiracy is the conspiracy. Even if people know that it is a fire pit, they can only jump into it bravely, not to mention that this plan targets everyone's character, as long as he is a knight with a sense of honor, he will definitely be fooled!

Protection, sacrifice, bravery, humility... these knightly virtues are weaknesses, and it happens that the Knights of the Round Table are the perfect embodiment of virtues, and Morgan makes the most of these weaknesses, like a master chess player, playing the whole of Britain amid applause.

"Show the enemy with strength, move the tiger away from the mountain; lure the enemy with the weak, attract the troops, and then bury the secrets to disturb the knights of the round table who are not convinced by each other, so that they have differences of opinion. Her only target is Arthur."

Powerful, powerful, I have rarely seen such a powerful enemy.

Rosen couldn't help applauding Morgan's IQ. Of course, he wasn't too wise to be a demon, but this woman knew the Knights of the Round Table too well. When the other party didn't even know who the opponent was, it was reasonable to be fooled.

But he still has reservations, that is, the demon concubine Morgan is absolutely super strong, shouldn't it be those people at this level...

Mordred listened to Rosen's analysis, his eyes slowly widened, and the woman's skills have become much stronger.

"You have to tell those guys quickly, or things will go bad!"

"Are you an idiot?" Rosen rolled his eyes, "Just based on my empty words, Britain's hundreds of thousands of troops will give up a large area of ​​the country to retreat. Do you think I'm possessed by King Arthur?"

In fact, there is no way for King Arthur to possess his body. Now the public hearts of the whole of Britain have been mobilized. Anyone who dares to stand in front will be crushed, like a gangster with a mantis arm as a chariot.

After being sprayed, Mordred rarely got angry. She rubbed her hair randomly, and said anxiously: "But the analysis is correct. If they knew that the opponent was Morgan, they would definitely be more careful."

"Everything requires evidence, no matter how rigorous the logic is." Rosen sighed and pointed to Jack, who was running around on the lawn: "Even if I hand her over, it will only be regarded as an accomplice, after all, I'm just an outsider. ."

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work either, then wait until you die? Don't say you're going to run away!" Mordred was a little angry.

"How is that possible? Fighting with people is so much fun." Rosen suddenly smiled. With the demon concubine Morgan as his opponent, this trip to Britain became more interesting.

His brain began to spin rapidly to think about countermeasures, and it stopped in place like a statue, and the whole person was no longer disturbed by the outside world.

Except for Jack who was still running around, Mordred didn't dare to let out the air, for fear that it would disturb the man's thinking. Somehow, when she was helpless, she instinctively chose to trust Rosen.

This was unimaginable before coming to Britain. In the past few years, this Master was weak and lazy in the impression, which made Mordred often laugh at it. Now she knows—

It turns out that the previous opponents were too weak to be treated like this...

At this moment, Rosen suddenly raised his head, and Mordred hurriedly asked, "Is there a way?"

"Well, there is a way, but I don't know if it can be successful." Rosen snapped his fingers, Morgan has a backer, isn't he ready?

"I'll go to see Bedivere to test my words first, Jack will ask you, the enemy is strong and I am weak, and every bit of strength must be used."

"I see." Mordred was no longer impatient, and when it came to business, the rebellious knight was also very serious.

Time was running out, and Rosen immediately returned to the world. After a little grooming, he rushed to the Ministry of Military Affairs.

Perhaps he had been vigilant long ago. The hotel he rented was not far from the Military Affairs Department. It took about ten minutes to quickly arrive at the gate of the castle. When he looked around, he found that the vigilance was much weaker than the previous days. The main battle tank in the middle of the road was also driven away.

Officers in blue military uniforms went in and out, some were still half-heroic spirits with magical power fluctuations, most of them were carrying luggage, and they rushed to the port in groups.

'I can't wait for the whole family to have a wave. ' Rosen shook his head and walked towards the door with his head held high.

The sentry at the door still knew him and did not check his documents. He watched Rosen enter in a salute with a gun, and also sent a squire to guide him.

Rosen didn't refuse either, and slowly followed the attendant upstairs to the top floor and waited outside a wooden door.

I don't know if it's because of the busy military affairs. After ten minutes, a soft female voice came from the office:

"Please come in."

Rosen pushed open the door and entered, and saw the silver-haired knight fully armed sitting behind the table, burying his head and signing documents, took time to glance at him, and said apologetically:

"I'm sorry, I've been too busy recently, I originally said I would find time to find you."

"I understand. After all, you are responsible for the supply of hundreds of thousands of troops." Rosen doesn't care. Bedwell's combat effectiveness is weaker, and he is quite good at handling political affairs.

Such a humble attitude made the silver-haired knight very happy. She put the documents in the drawer, got up and poured a cup of black tea in front of Rosen. Without rambling, she went straight to the point:

"Rosen, you should have received the order. Next week, the dispatch will go to the front line of Leeds. It will be under the command of the Argonaut Knights. The dispatch fee will be paid before you leave. Is there any problem?"

"No problem." Rosen tasted the lipstick tea, put the cup on the table, and asked back with a smile, "But do you have any other problems?"

Bedivere was stunned, frowning and looking at the man in front of him, still so casual and calm, but different from the past, this time there was a touch of mystery, as if it wasn't for an order.

Is your intuition correct?

Bedwell's expression was a little weird, and he didn't guess too much, and asked directly: "Do you know what happened outside London the other day?"