My Knights of the Round Table

Arthur didn't know what to say for a moment.

The matter is indeed as Parcival said, it is dangerous for a king to go to a country that has not communicated with for more than ten years to ask for aid.

If they had tied him up and sent him to Wales, they might have gotten even more.

Although Arthur is very strong, he doesn't worry about them being able to do this at all, and even if he does, he can escape, but it will indeed have a lot of impact.

However, he couldn't say that Mei Li let him go, he believed Mei Li.

Although that woman was often outrageous, Arthur was still willing to believe her in this kind of thing.

"Believe me."

Say the words, and smile softly.

Parcival didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Of course I believe you."

He spoke in a hurry, as if he didn't want Arthur to misunderstand, and his cold face also showed some anxiety.

"OK OK."

Seeing her like this, Arthur just smiled softly.

Parcival also blushed and turned his head to look forward, returning to his calm appearance.

Tamamomae in Arthur's arms pouted dissatisfiedly.

But thinking of what Mei Li told her, the fox could only slap Arthur's chest with the fox tail between the two of them in dissatisfaction, and turned away from looking at them out of sight and out of mind.

"Where is your home, Parcival?"

"Berlino."

"I will pass by in a few days, the territory of King Berlino."

"By the way, go back and see your family."

Arthur said softly.

Just a little king who owns a city and a few villages.

This kind of king usually names the country after his main city.

Just like the original Camelot.

But now the main city of Camelot, Camelot, has been occupied by Vortigerm.

The city of chalk - Camelot.

Chapter 120 Chapter 23 The City of Chalk

The city of chalk, Camelot.

Beautiful city.

The tall white city, the urban area with distinct classes, and every building is carved with meticulous care.

However, there are some differences.

Totally vulgar people, not even the most basic of peddlers.

In this city of chalk, these misfits are overcrowded in every street.

Many exquisite buildings and works of art have been destroyed, and the original appearance can only be seen from the wreckage.

Savage Saxons.

The only intact ones are only within the inner city.

In the middle of the city, it is also inside the tallest building.

Originally a palace belonging to the Pendragon family.

The deepest white throne.

An old man with white beard and hair was sitting on the throne, with his eyes closed, listening to the narration of the middle-aged knight under the throne.

The middle-aged knight with blond hair and blue eyes is the Celtic knight who has followed him since his old country.

"The group of trash in Xi Rome is really endless."

"Do you really not know your own destiny?"

After listening to the narration, the white-haired old man opened his eyes with a helpless and dissatisfied tone.

There is no cloudiness in the eyes of the wrinkled face, even more so than any young man.

Just looking at his eyes, it is completely impossible to tell that he is a haggard old man.

"It's a pity that across the sea, our relationship with the Gaul Banwang is not good. They will not allow us to land across the sea. We are completely unable to form an effective counterattack."

Horatio said helplessly.

"They don't matter."

"It's just a small fight."

"By the way, I heard that Camelot is going to send envoys to Gaul to seek the help of Ban Wang. It seems that he is about to launch an attack on Wales."

"Shall we take this opportunity to launch a full-scale attack on Camelot?"

"Arthur."

The old man sighed suddenly.

There is nostalgia in the eyes, but there is also coldness, and the deeper level is unshakable firmness.

"Do you believe in fate?"

The light-transmitting and magnificent hall looks towards the chaotic downtown area in the distance, and even beyond.

The old man asked slowly.

"I trust you."

The middle-aged knight raised his head, his face was firm and full of fanaticism.

"It's such nonsense again."

The old man sighed, but there was a gratified smile on his face.

"Only you are still with me."

"They will finally understand your good intentions."

"It's still too early."

The old man shook his head.

"Let's put Arthur's affairs aside for now."

"why?"

Horatio looked puzzled.

"The waste in Wales can't stop Camelot at all. When he leads the Knights of the Round Table to attack after unifying Wales, even we will be seriously injured."

"Why not take this opportunity to destroy Camelot directly."

"You do not understand."

The old man sighed again.

Seeing Horatio's puzzled expression, he raised his head, looked into the distance, and spoke slowly.

"I used to think that defeating Uther would save Britain."

"Then another Arthur popped up."

"The son of the red dragon, the successor of the holy sword and holy spear, the last successor of Pendragon, Arthur Pendragon."

"The little guy who is countless times stronger than Uther."

"And then I figured it out."

"This is not a war between us and Camelot, or between us and those who resist in Britain."

"None of them matter."

"Even if we take this opportunity to destroy Camelot, he will still exist and continue to resist me until he finally accumulates enough strength to come here to find me, defeat me, kill me, and take back this city."

"This is actually a war between me and the last bloodline of the Pendragon family, a war between the white dragon and the red dragon, between the age of gods and humans."

"I'm just going to wait here and wait for him to come here."

"In front of everyone, defeat him openly and tell everyone that Britain will continue, the Celts will continue, and the Age of Gods will continue."

"That's how it all ends."

"We'll really have this new world."

......

Berlin city.

Fairly prosperous.

The only advantage of being a king of a single city is that there is only one city, so they pay special attention to repairing their city to make it extremely prosperous.

Individually, it is not even worse than Camelot's current capital.

"Actually, I don't need it, I don't care."

Parcival said in a low voice with a reluctant expression on his face.

When he walked to the gate of the city, his expression was still very hesitant, as if he didn't really want to go in.

"There's always something to face."