My Knights of the Round Table

"Yes."

The two women bowed their heads and responded respectfully.

"Hahahahaha!"

Before he could get the two people on the ground to stand up, a man's heroic laughter came from outside the palace.

He knew the other party's identity almost as soon as he heard the heroic familiar laughter.

Arthur gave a look of headache.

A blond middle-aged man walked in from outside.

The armor on his body was still dripping with dried blood, and seeing Arthur standing there was full of excitement.

Without thinking, he opened his arms and hugged him.

"As expected of my son-in-law, he did something that I haven't done for decades."

"It's just luck." Arthur said helplessly.

Both hands rest awkwardly on either side of the body.

The man's strength can't be said to be great, but he can't be said to be weak either. It is enough to strangle him against ordinary people, but he can easily bear it.

It was just embarrassing to be hugged so tightly by a man.

Fortunately, after hugging for a while, Rodgrens let him go.

Excited expression on the face.

The opponent who had been confrontational for decades was finally eliminated, and the serious troubles of the henchmen were no longer there.

In front of him stood the son-in-law who satisfied him.

Holding Arthur's arm with both hands, he looked him up and down, and nodded in relief when he saw that there was no injury.

Thinking of something, her emerald green eyes lit up.

"How is it? Do you want to go back with me? My daughter misses you every day."

"By the way, about Guinevere."

Speaking of Guinevere, Arthur's expression became serious.

"I'm going to take her to Camelot and marry her after a while."

As soon as the voice fell, everyone in the room showed different expressions.

Parcival's hand trembled slightly, he looked up at his serious expression, and lowered his head calmly again.

Seeing his sister's expression, Lan Maloch bit his lower lip and looked at Arthur's figure unwillingly.

Mordred looked up excitedly.

The king's wedding must be very interesting.

After a brief daze, the middle-aged man showed a relieved smile.

"Okay! When do you plan to, I'm going to prepare for the dowry delivery and go to Camelot."

"Then there's no rush, take Guinevere over first. It won't be too late to get married after dealing with the affairs of Wales and Ireland."

"Okay, it's all up to you."

The middle-aged man laughed with relief.

The marriage of Arthur and Guinevere was always a matter of concern.

To be honest, he never thought that Guinevere would become King Arthur's queen.

The Sun Knight Gawain, the Lake Knight Lancelot, and even he had vaguely heard that Lucius, the emperor of the Roman Empire, had a past with him that he didn't want to talk about.

For Arthur's benefit, marrying Gawain, Lancelot and Lucius is much better for Camelot than marrying Guinevere.

I know my daughter's body clearly.

Even if it is the most basic needs of a man for a woman, he doubts whether his frail daughter can satisfy them.

Arthur didn't pay much attention to this matter.

After thinking about it, he continued.

"The territory of Liens will be handed over to you, and the north of Wales will also be taken care of by you if possible."

"Leave it to me, I'll take care of it, and you can take it away whenever you want." King Rodgrens replied nonchalantly.

"That's yours."

"After I die, it's not all yours."

Arthur smiled slightly, and did not continue to talk about this endless topic.

He glanced sideways at Parcival.

"Let's have a serious discussion before, and then I will talk to Parcival and your people about the specifics."

"it is good."

King Rodgrens didn't have much to do.

After saying a few words in a hurry, King Rodgrens went to check on the captives.

The entire city was intact except for the knights who accompanied King Liens outside just now, and there were countless nobles and knights who surrendered.

Arthur didn't care about them, and after they were imprisoned, they waited for King Rodgrens to deal with them.

Only the three knights and him remained in the palace.

Parcival lowered his head and remained silent, still looking silent, but his expression was obviously not as natural as before.

The girl's mind was already understood at a glance.

He turned his head with a headache.

He gave instructions to the two kneeling on the ground.

"Mordred, Lan Maloch, you will leave with King Liance in a few days, and go to bring Guinevere back to Camelot."

"As ordered!"

Mordred replied loudly.

There was no reply that another sound should have come.

Lan Malloc lowered his head and did not speak.

Mordred lowered his head, staring at the ground suspiciously.

He wanted to wait for her reply and leave with her, but the woman beside him still didn't reply.

The palace fell silent, and no one spoke.

Mordred plucked up his courage, secretly raised his head and glanced at his side.

In her vision, the blond woman was staring up at the only man in the palace.

The dissatisfaction in her eyes could be seen even from this angle.

Mordred was taken aback.

what's the situation?

"Land Malloc!"

Percival's disturbed voice sounded in a low voice.

The girl who always listened to her sister didn't respond, she just looked into the pale eyes of the blond man and remained motionless.

The weird atmosphere gradually spread around the palace.

Mordred shivered.

She seemed to have discovered something extraordinary.

I used to think that among the Knights of the Round Table, Gawain, Kai, and Bedivere had an affair with King Arthur, but now it seems that Lan Maloch and Percival also have a relationship with him.

The sadness and uneasiness in the cold woman's eyes.

The anger and unwillingness in the eyes of the energetic woman.

She seemed to understand something.

Arthur's eyes turned to her.

Hastily lowered his head.

"You wait at the door first, don't let anyone in."

"Yes!"

Losing the thought of gossip, he ran out of the palace in a hurry.

Just as she walked out of the gate of the palace and turned around to close the door, a gust of wind blew from the gate in front of her without warning and closed the door.

Startled, she took two steps back before looking suspiciously at the closed door.

"Gawain, Bedivere, Kay, Ranmallock, Percival...?"

Lancelot was only a few seats away from the round table.

"Lancelot..."

Mordred recalled every move of the purple-haired woman.

Suddenly there is a bad feeling.

"Lord Mordred, the Irish Mission seeks to see you."

The respectful voice of the young knight sounded behind him.

Mordred broke away from the shock, thought of what Arthur said just now and said it directly without thinking much.

"Wait."