Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　He will lead two thousand men to accept the mess left by the Saxons.

　　There are [-] people who want to stay in the city of London and continue to serve as the important task of repairing the city.

　　The last thousand people, led by Bedwell, went to the Kingdom of Liao Dekuan to join Mordred.

　　"No matter what, Your Highness can't have any accident."

　　Although Cui Stan knew that his worries were probably unnecessary, the remaining prudence still forced him to make such a decision.

　　Bedwell doesn't make sense in this regard.

　　It's just that Bedwell was a little puzzled.Tristan, who had arranged such a thoughtful arrangement, was missing one of the most crucial characters.

　　"What should the king do?"

　　"Didn't you send someone to notify?"

　　he asked worriedly.

　　The leader of the army, without the command of the king, mobilized his troops without authorization and went out to fight.

　　In a sense, such behavior is not much different from rebellion.

　　Even someone as broad-minded as the King of Knights would definitely not tolerate such rebellious behavior, right?

　　Bedwell thought silently in his heart.

　　However, faced with Bedwell's doubts.Tristan shook his head and brought the letter in his hand to Bedwell.

　　"We can't tell."

　　"It's not our turn to notify."

　　He stretched out his hand, pointed at the letter, and explained patiently.

　　Bedwell took a closer look and saw that Tristan was pointing at such a sentence.

　　"In the name of the Chief Knight of the Round Table..."

　　After carefully tasting the meaning behind this sentence, Bedwell's eyes opened instantly.

　　"What is he going to...do~〃?"

　　Bedwell asked in a trembling voice.

　　But Tristan did not answer his question directly.

　　He just shook his head slightly, motioning Bedwell not to talk too much about this issue:

　　"Britain needs only one king."

　　"Even if it's the Red Dragon King... it's the same."

　　……

　　Liao Dekuan Kingdom, in the palace.

　　Mordred has been in this palace for half a month.

　　During this half-month period, he called the representatives of the kingdom almost every day to find a reason to drink and have fun.

　　In the face of Mordred's "invitation", the representatives of the kingdom who were able to resist one or two earlier, are now numb.

　　After all, before that, Mordred had proved with his actions that he really dared to kill.

　　"If you don't give face to my father, you are fighting against me!"

　　"You are provoking war, understand? You are responsible for all your words and deeds!"

　　The wicked sued first, making people dare not speak out against this devil who came out of Camelot.

　　On the third day, when Bedwell's army marched into the Liao Dekuan King City, it made the representatives of these kingdoms completely heartbroken.

　　Mordred was a little surprised by Bedwell's arrival.

　　"You didn't use it."

　　Mordred replied confidently.

　　Even without the support of King Liao Dekuan, he has the confidence to watch over the kingdom representatives here by himself.

　　As for Mordred's confidence, Bedwell could only shake his head with a wry smile.

　　"Cui Stan said that if you want to hold a triumphal ceremony, you must at least have an army of your own."

　　Bedwell said helplessly.

　　And Mordred's eyes lit up instantly.

　　To be honest, he had never thought that Tristan, who looked like a vicious tongue, would be such a good-natured person.

　　"This is sacrificing my own reputation and forcibly lifting me up."

　　To put it bluntly, for Mordred, these thousand soldiers are nothing at all.

　　But in the eyes of outsiders, Mordred with the thousand soldiers and Mordred without the thousand soldiers are two completely different people.

　　Without these things, no matter how strong Mordred is, he can't be just a "bear child" with super destructive power.

　　However, after having these soldiers, Mordred changed from a "bear boy" to a veritable commander.

　　This shift in status is important.

　　Plus, the so-called Triumph...

　　"I see."

　　"It's really deliberate, Lord Tristan."

　　After pondering for a while, Mordred understood the true intention of Tristan's arrangement.

　　Perhaps, he has realized it.After this serious diplomatic incident, the conflict between Mordred and Artoria will intensify to an unprecedented level.

　　The kind that has a [-]% chance of going head-to-head.

　　But the head-to-head conflict between Arturia and Mordred... was something Tristan didn't want to see.

　　Therefore, he will try his best to increase the chips on Mordred's side, in order to balance the power between Mordred and Artoria as much as possible.

　　As a father, Artoria may teach a lesson to an ignorant child.

　　But as the king, Arturia would never dare to easily kill a courtier who could stand up to her.

　　It made Artoria not be able to punish Mordred too severely after this incident.

　　This is Tristan's plan.

　　Of course, Tristan actually understood that his approach was tantamount to drinking poison to quench his thirst. It was a solution to the symptoms rather than the root cause, and could not completely resolve the conflict between Mordred and Arturia.

　　But... in this case, (Li Zhaohao) this is indeed the best solution that Tristan can think of.

　　It is not to resolve conflicts, but to ease them and delay them.

　　After delaying until Mordred's strength is strong enough to ensure that his position is not constrained by Arturia, and he can even counteract it, such a contradiction will not be self-defeating.

　　Literally speaking, Tristan is betting his hopes on the future.

　　".¨What a great knight of the round table."

　　Looking at the thousand-man army in front of him, Mordred sighed silently in his heart.

　　There are not many knights of the round table with brains.

　　And in the case of having a brain, the knights of the round table who can clearly recognize the responsibility on their shoulders and work hard to complete this task are even rarer.

　　"He really did his duty as a courtier."

　　"Then, I can't let him down!".

Chapter 130

　　Liao Dekuan Kingdom, in the palace.

　　Tristan's good news arrived on the night of the eighteenth day.

　　According to his description, he and his army almost followed Votigeng's ass, eating ashes along the way.

　　And Votigeng's action was much faster than expected.

　　It turns out that the so-called one-month period is just the most conservative estimate.

　　The real situation is that it took only half a month for Votigeng to swept all the British kingdoms except Camelot and Liao Dekuan.

　　Under her leadership, those Saxons who were themselves famous for their robbery brought their robbers to the extreme.

　　"Break the city, kill, loot, then go to the next city and repeat the previous steps."

　　Facing those rich kings, these Saxons stretched out their butcher knives without hesitation, wantonly satisfying their desires.

　　However, the irony is that no matter how greedy they are in their hearts, the wealth they can take away is very small.

　　And in the end, the wealth that could not be taken away by them was taken over by Tristan and his army.

　　According to Tristan's suggestion, he intends to select a few more valuable items among these treasures, which will be used to show the glorious victory of this war in the triumph.

　　In this regard, Mordred has no opinion.

　　At the same time, on the other hand.

　　Tristan, who had already led the troops to catch up with the tails of the Saxons, said that he was in a hard fight and urgently needed Mordred's support.

　　"Qing Tristan is too underestimated by the enemy!"

　　Bedwell looked at the battle report that Tristan had handed over, and there was a hint of worry on his face.

　　According to the intelligence, Tristan, who only led more than [-] horses, is now under siege by more than [-] Saxons.

　　Of course, these Saxons were not all soldiers - there were many old men, women, and children among them.

　　However, according to the warlike nature of the Saxons.Even a half-year-old child can be regarded as a warrior who can kill.

　　"His Royal Highness, we must support Lord Tristan as soon as possible!"

　　Bedwell clenched his fists subconsciously and said nervously.