I'm really not an old sword

This had happened before, but this was the first time Lin Qingsu felt such strong emotions, as if the other person was a relative who accompanied her day and night.

No wonder she's so gullible.

Lin Qingsu was lost in thought when suddenly she felt a slightly moist and tender sensation on her ears.

Longominiard was gently pinching his earlobe.

"come back earlier."

Chapter 4 King Arthur Large Fan Meeting

"As expected of the First Knight of the Round Table, you can't defeat him with just branches and sticks!"

In a deserted town, in a house surrounded by stars, Richard slammed the table in frustration.

"Isn't it impolite to fight someone with a branch?" a knight whispered.

Richard suddenly fell into a strange silence. He turned to look at his knights and scratched his face after a while: "Is there?"

"..."

"Oh shit, I'm so excited to run into my idol."

Richard tapped his head in frustration and muttered to himself, "But this must have left a deep impression on him, right?"

It's more than just a deep impression.

Not only did he fight the Knights of the Round Table for a long time with branches and wood, but when his "weapons" were about to give out, he used the king's special skills.

"Excalibur".

The knight still remembers Lancelot's confused expression at that time.

I'm afraid that returning home will leave a deep psychological trauma.

Will the first thing he would ask when he returns be whether King Arthur really has a descendant named Richard?

The knight couldn't help but think.

As for Richard claiming to be the descendant of the great Knight King, Arthur Pendragon.

Few people at the top take it seriously.

This is the way the world is.

In the end it all comes down to bloodline.

I said I was a direct descendant of the Romans, and you said you were a descendant of King Arthur.

People who have connections dating back eighteen generations will brag about it, while those who have no connections will try their best to establish some.

As long as the territory is within a radius of ten thousand miles.

No matter how many hundreds of years have passed, I can still be related to you.

for hundreds of years.

In Britain and Gaul, there were at least eight hundred nobles who claimed to be descendants of King Arthur, but no one took them seriously.

As long as you are strong, no one will say anything against you even if you say you are Odin's great-grandson.

But if you are weak and don't know whether to live or die.

Then I, the 'true descendant of King Arthur' and 'Odin's own son', will teach you a lesson, you imposter.

However, things went wrong when it came to Richard.

I don’t know if his father brainwashed him too much.

Or maybe his mother told him too many stories about King Arthur when he was a child.

This fool seems to really think of himself as a descendant of King Arthur.

Wherever he went, he would proudly declare, "I am a descendant of the great Arthur Pendragon." Not only did he not say that, but now he was actually saying in front of the Knights of the Round Table that he was a descendant of their king's bloodline.

The knights all felt embarrassed.

What? Are you, an unfilial grandson, going to beat your ancestors?

"Ahem, Your Majesty, battle report."

Seeing that Richard was getting excited again, the knight coughed twice and handed him the battle report.

Richard calmed down instantly, took the battle report and read it carefully.

"Hmm, I didn't expect the undefeated Sir William to lose. He truly lives up to the name of Senior Gawain, known as the invincible under the light."

"Sir Locris and Sir Bayer didn't even leave Tristan behind?"

"..."

Richard kept smiling as he read the battle reports one after another.

Although not a single Knight of the Round Table was left.

But he had no intention of getting rid of them. If he had wanted to, he would not have dispersed them so much. He would have concentrated all the heroes under his command into two or three groups, and not a single one of the target Knights of the Round Table would have been able to escape.

"How's it going in the Holy City of Camelot?"

"Thanks to their large-scale refugee collection, we were able to successfully plant several spies."

The knight said, "It seems that the king allowed the Knights of the Round Table to return to the Holy City."

"Is this the final battle?"

"As expected of an ancestor who is related to me by blood! He saw through my intentions at a glance."

The knight's mouth twitched slightly.

This is the first time I see someone so excited about being a grandson.

Richard waved his hand and said, "Tell Sir William and the others to gather their troops and return to Jerusalem with me."

"Then, Your Majesty, what should we do about Ashiya Doman?"

The knight hesitated and said, "He doesn't seem to want you to fight the Knights of the Round Table so soon."

"That bastard?"

"He used the Holy Grail to turn the Holy Land into a desert and framed me for it. I haven't settled the score with him yet."

Richard's smile quickly disappeared and he snorted coldly.

"Since he summoned me so that I could have a proper fight with my ancestor, King Arthur, I will not kill him."

"Let him go away immediately, or wait for me to spare some time, hehe..."

Feeling the sudden cold murderous aura from Richard, the knight quickly lowered his head and said respectfully, "Yes, Your Majesty."

......

"Hahahahahaha, Lancelot, I heard that you were badly beaten and abandoned your army and fled back in disgrace?"

holy capital.

The Knights of the Round Table were waiting in the palace, some sitting and some standing.

Those who have a good relationship gather together, but more often they stand alone. In the past in Britain, they each represented different interest groups behind them, and usually led their armies to fight in various places, so their relationship was not very good.

As soon as he saw Lancelot come in, Mordred, who was leaning against the stone pillar in the corner, laughed at him.

It would be better if she didn't smile, but she smiled.

Gawain, Gareth and the others, who had originally followed the principle of "do not look at what is inappropriate", politely avoided putting pressure on Lancelot who had just been defeated.

He couldn't help but look at Lancelot.

Someone took the lead, and the hot-tempered Lan Malok couldn't help but mock him: "Besides, I heard that guy chopped you with a branch for a long time?"

Mordred made no effort to hide his laughter.

"Pfft..."

Gareth was trying to cover his mouth to suppress his laughter at his idol.

Looking at his little sister Gao Wen's face full of helplessness and doting.

Lancelot's face darkened, but he couldn't say anything looking at Mordred's face. His chivalry did not allow him to be disrespectful to a beautiful woman.

Although, apart from his face, there was nothing about Mordred that looked like a woman.

"He is very powerful, and his methods are strange."

Lancelot looked towards the throne and said in a deep voice, "Not only can he use my abilities, but he can also shine like the king's holy sword. Moreover, although I hate to admit it, I cannot defeat him."

"Huh? It can't be..."

Mordred suddenly choked in the middle of his speech.

The Knights of the Round Table looked at each other.

If only Altria was there, no matter how much Charles I acted like one, they would just think he was talking nonsense.

But when I think of Lin Qingsu...

"After all, he is the enemy's king." Gawain consoled him, "Since he has summoned us here, the king should be ready to take action."

The Knights of the Round Table all looked much more relaxed.

Although they had never seen Lin Qingsu take action, they had absolute confidence in the "King".

Lancelot nodded, although differently from the other Knights of the Round Table.

Compared to Lin Qingsu, he prefers the female king Altria, but he also has no doubt about the king's strength.

Apart from Mordred, no one dares and will ever challenge the king.

Footsteps were heard from outside the door, and the Knights of the Round Table fixed their eyes on the closed door.

The door was pushed open, Lin Qingsu walked in, slowly walked to the main seat and sat down.

The Knights of the Round Table sat in their seats one after another.

"Although we've already heard it from Aguguiwen, please share your experiences these days and your views on the enemy."

Except Bedivere and Kai.

Ten Knights of the Round Table gathered here.

This was the first time they gathered at the same table, except for the first day when they were summoned by Longominiard.

Lin Qingsu sat in the main seat and observed them.

Having received the blessing of [Nevernight], Gawain is now the first knight of the Round Table in the true sense.

After all the talk, Lin Qingsu understood the main idea.

"Boss, I'll chop down whoever you tell me to chop down."

Of course, although he is a little giant, his language is definitely not as rude as Lin Qingsu thought.

Gaheris is an honest man.

I recounted my own experience, and the main idea was the same as Gao Wen's.

"Boss, everything you say is definitely right! I'll chop down whoever you tell me to!"

Gareth is like a little animal, usually quite lively, but in such a serious occasion, under the watchful eyes of all the "big brothers".

I didn't even dare to breathe.

Expecting her to remain calm and say anything was obviously putting her in a difficult position.

Tristan and Mordred...

Instead of expecting these two people to say anything useful to the battle situation, it’s better to think about what to eat tonight.

In the end, Lancelot and Lanmalok, who had the best strategic vision, talked for a long time, describing in detail the advantages and disadvantages of various strategies. Then Lin Qingsu, as the king, acted arbitrarily and overturned all opinions. He announced that they would take a day off and organize the troops tomorrow to go directly to Jerusalem for a decisive battle with Richard I's Crusaders.

......

Five days later, outside the city of Jerusalem.

There is no conspiracy or weirdness.

But Lin Qingsu pulled his army out of the city of Jerusalem.