In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

The tall Bedivere stood at the gate, fully armored, bent over to give a knightly salute, and glanced at the 'Armored Man' with complicated eyes.

This was the first time the two met after a thousand years. As the king's valet, Bedivere didn't know what to say, so he could only squeeze out a smile.

"Mordred, you're here too..."

"Can't you come?" Mordred snorted coldly, no one knew what kind of expression was under the horn helmet.

"This... of course not." Bedivere was choked, and sure enough, this guy was still so stinky and hard.

She knew the inside story of the entire London battle. Mordred was not as good as the intelligence said, and the real powerhouse was the black-haired young man beside her.

The impact of the long-legged Edward being torn apart in front of him was too great, Bedivere still felt incredible, just when she was in a trance, Rosen spoke.

"Mordred, don't forget weekdays | How I taught you to be polite to your elders."

"Fart, what elder!"

"According to the relationship between Bedivere and King Arthur, of course they are elders." Rosen patted the horn helmet and made a crisp sound.

"Try to pat me on the head again!"

"Who told you to wear a helmet, I think it's too handicapped."

Bedivere stared blankly at the two of them. It was exactly as Aguiven said that this rebellious knight was at the bottom of the Chaldea...

She was immediately relieved about the meeting that followed, and separated the two who were about to fight:

"I don't mind, let's go, Your Majesty is already waiting."

The knight laughed inwardly. According to Rosen's statement, Gawain and the others are not allowed to call themselves auntie, which is too embarrassing.

The little episode eased the atmosphere, and the group continued to move forward, passing the corridor that Mordred complained about as a group of barbarians, and then passing through a hall, where Bedivere stopped in front of the oak door at the end.

"His Majesty arranged this meeting in the side hall, and all the Knights of the Round Table who returned to London are there." The knight's face was extremely serious, which was already a very high standard.

"I said it's different from the last time." Rosen smiled, seeing that there was no ambush for the knife and axe around, Yu Guang glanced at the bear boy's hand shaking the sword, and put his mouth next to the horn helmet, "Mordred, are you nervous?"

"What a joke!" The bear boy sneered and pushed open the door in front of Bedwell.

crunch--

With a harsh sound, the oak door slowly opened, revealing the large room inside.

The sun shines in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the excellent light allows people to see everything in the room instantly. In the center is a round table similar to the Ministry of Military Affairs, but it is older, and there are various scars on it, and a group of tin cans Sitting around the round table while looking towards the door.

Rosen was ignored, and all eyes were on Mordred.

Suspicion, solemnity, nostalgia, and resentment are filled with all kinds of complex human emotions. This is the gaze of a bunch of powerful heroic spirits, and the intense pressure brought by it will make people unable to help but fall to their knees.

It's a pity who is Mordred?A rebellious knight who ended the dreams of everyone in this room!The strong coercion made her excited, as if she remembered the years when passion was burning.

The bear child under the helmet showed a hideous smile, and with a 'bang' sound, the big sword was inserted into the ground, and the luxurious marble floor suddenly cracked.

"Yo, it's been a long time!" Her eyes glared back fiercely, passing over everyone's faces.

"Gawain, isn't it hot to wear a cape on such a hot day? Yo, Argonaut, I'm so sorry for threatening you last time. Haha, Tristan, you still have a sad expression... .."

The knights of the round table were laughed at by her, and finally landed on Lancelot on the left of King Arthur. The conversation changed: "Lancelot, you are still so annoying."

"Mordred, are you here to quarrel today?" The knight of the lake frowned. The two had a lot of contradictions. He was very dissatisfied with Mordred, who was keen on justice.

"Of course not, but it's okay to fight. I just killed your counterfeit before." The bear boy is not afraid.

"Okay, then let me see what progress you have made after a thousand years." Lancelot stood up with a light smile, holding Huguang Wuhui in his hand.

Back then, when he was unarmed, he could beat her and run away, and now there will be no change!

The two were about to start training, and a group of round tables said nothing. Bedwell was just about to help, and King Arthur finally spoke.

"Go back, Lancelot, you promised me not to pursue my past grievances again."

The words are indifferent, full of majesty that the king cannot challenge.Of course Lancelot would not confront him, so he sat back after giving a knightly salute.

After getting the number one subordinate, Arturia did not ignore it like she used to. Instead, she glanced at Mordred with complicated eyes, pointed to the vacant seat opposite the round table, and said softly:

"Sit down, this is your seat..."

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"Sit down, this is your seat..."

The girl's voice was quiet and majestic, not a prayer, or more like an order.

Everyone in the room was stunned at the same time, and a very complicated emotion flooded into their hearts.

The knights of the round table are obviously divided into several waves. Bedivere and Argonaut are obviously warmly welcomed. No matter what this bear child has done, her strength cannot be faked. The knights of the round table have expanded again, which is extremely important for Britain. favorable.

Lancelot and the others were more prepared, and the entire Battle of Britain was full of doubts, and the power behind the half-heroic spirit made them suspicious.

But no matter what attitude these former companions showed, Mordred, as the protagonist, stayed where he was, as if he had not heard anything.

' This guy made me sit?And it's my seat? ?No, no, how could this guy say such a thing! '

The little faces under the horned helmet of the bear boy are all twisted together, it must be auditory hallucinations, it must be!

To be fair, the first official dialogue after a thousand years should be "My sword wound is still aching".