I'm really not an old sword

If it weren't for yesterday's accident, Fanny would have thought so too.

but now...

'Tatt.'

"Is there something wrong?" Fanny stood up, her tone soft but with a hint of panic.

Looking at the bedroom door, the feeling of uneasiness in my heart reached its peak, and my breathing stagnated slightly, as if there was some kind of monster hiding behind the door.

"The Queen wishes to see you."

The door opened and several maids appeared in front of Funi.

However, he was no longer as respectful and friendly as usual, and his eyes were so cold that Fanny was scared.

"Come with us."

......

At the same time, in Lin Qingsu's room.

"Your Majesty is awesome."

Guinevere smiled and clapped her hands: "It's all eaten."

"I'm not a child, don't use that tone."

"Your Majesty will always be a child in my eyes!"

Several maids heard the clapping and came in one after another to clear the table.

Guinevere gently took Lin Qingsu's hand and said, "Your Majesty, follow me."

"Where?"

Lin Qingsu was baffled, but she followed Guinevere out of the room and turned...

Arrived at her room.

The bathroom door was open, and white mist spread into the bedroom;

There was a blazing fire in the fireplace, and the crackling sound of the burning wood and the rumbling sound of rain outside the window were like the most beautiful light music.

On the table by the floor-to-ceiling window was a cup of steaming black tea, a plate of desserts and a plate of fruit.

Some were ones he knew and some were ones he didn’t, but judging from their appearance, Lin Qingsu felt that they should all like to eat.

"I also have..."

"Gareth and the other Knights of the Round Table won't be back until at least tomorrow. There's nothing urgent outside the city, and your Majesty was injured yesterday. It's essential to combine work and rest."

"Longominiard she..."

"I prepared a lot of food for her, and she promised me that you would stay with me for a day."

Lungominiad? What are you doing, Lungominiad? You're selling anything for food?!

"Come to think of it, I haven't seen Nitocris for a day..."

Guinevere let go of Lin Qingsu's hand, and there was a hint of disappointment in her lonely eyes.

"Your Majesty, do you really not want to accompany me?"

Lin Qingsu sighed inwardly. Since Guinevere had said this, even if he felt that he couldn't waste time, he had no reason to refuse.

"Just for today."

"Since Your Majesty doesn't want to, then forget it. I don't want to embarrass Your Majesty. After all, I'm not a woman who can't live without Your Majesty. Although I'm lonely, scared, and want to cry alone, I can't help but think of Your Majesty all the time, but..."

"I'll stay with you until they come back, okay?"

"Your Majesty, you are so kind~"

......

After spending two almost decadent days and nights with Guinevere.

Day three.

The Knights of the Round Table who were scattered all over the place finally returned to the Holy City.

Lin Qingsu found herself a little reluctant.

Why did you come back so early?!

Despite her reluctance, Lin Qingsu steeled her heart and rejected Guinevere's pleadings of "last day" and her new game of seduction. She bid farewell to the queen, who was both outwardly charming and inwardly charming, and came to the hall, which had gradually become a dining hall.

"City layout..."

"economy..."

"agriculture..."

I discussed with the Knights of the Round Table the outlines of urban development that I had thought about during these days.

After looking around and seeing the looks of the other Knights of the Round Table, except for Agriven, who seemed to understand but actually didn't understand at all, Lin Qingsu sighed inwardly and got to the point.

"I'm sure you're all very curious about why I called you back."

"Is someone going to chop again?" Mordred asked excitedly.

Lin Qingsu nodded slightly and said, "The identity of the person who attacked me last time has been revealed."

"who is it?"

Lan Malok, who had no idea about politics and governing a country, suddenly woke up after being drowsy.

Even the good guy Gawain's eyes became dangerous.

Percival, Galahad and other Knights of the Round Table who were in the Holy City at that time were ashamed and angry.

Assassinate their king in front of them.

This was a great humiliation for all knights.

Lin Qingsu didn't explain clearly, but said: "Tomorrow, except for Gareth, Percival, Galahad, and Agguiwen, I will divide the others into groups of three."

The only people he could fully trust now were Gawain and Agravain, whose performance was beyond doubt in the original novel.

And there is also my own good eldest son Mordred.

So, although working in a group of three is a little less efficient, it is still better than having a traitor secretly flirting with the enemy behind his back.

Lin Qingsu said slowly: "When you came back, you should have seen the scene outside the city, right?"

The Knights of the Round Table looked at each other, confused as to what Lin Qingsu meant, but they nodded and said in unison, "I see."

“They want to live.”

“I want them to live well.”

"I want to live."

"So, some people have to die."

"Gawain, Gaheris, Lanmaroc; Lancelot, Mordred, Tristan."

Lin Qingsu slowly stood up, looked down at the round table, and said slowly.

"The task I give you is simple."

"Kill them all."

"Kill everyone you see. Anyone who belongs to the Old Man of the Mountain and the rebels. Kill anyone who resists this king."

"The rebels can keep prisoners, but I don't want to hear anyone yelling in front of me."

"No old man in the mountains will be left behind."

"I don't want to hear any more voices from ants who rebel against this king."

"I don't want to hear or see any traces of the old man from the mountains in this world."

"I want the old man in the mountain to disappear from this world completely."

"I want the old man in the mountains to disappear completely in the long river of history and be forgotten."

Agguiwen stood silently behind Lin Qingsu with a cold look in his eyes.

Percival and Galahad looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

Mordred grinned, revealing a bloodthirsty and cruel smile.

Gawain's eyes were calm.

Tristan's half-closed eyes trembled slightly, and his fingers silently tapped the strings of the guitar in his arms.

Lancelot lowered his head.

"do you understand?"

"Yes, my king!"

......

The Knights of the Round Table, who were about to go to war, left the hall in groups of three.

Lin Qingsu was still sitting on the throne.

In the palace, there were only four Knights of the Round Table left in the Holy City.

Lin Qingsu gathered her thoughts and continued, "Regarding the training camp, let's open it up. The training intensity remains the same. The children can stay in the camp or go home if they want."

"Those who can hold on will be trained as soldiers, and those who cannot will be left to their own devices."

"Find some people who have skills and can read."

"We arrange for all children to receive education six days a week, starting with basic daily exercise, literacy, and cultural knowledge, as well as basic technical knowledge. After a year, when they have a basic understanding, we allow them to choose their own future..."

"By the way, where is Fanny?" Lin Qingsu frowned slightly.

As the head maid who also handles some of the internal affairs, even in occasions like this, Fanny should accompany him and stay by his side to prevent him from forgetting something he wants to say.

It seems that these past two days...

Guinevere was constantly lingering around the fireplace, floor-to-ceiling windows, carpets, sofas, tea tables, corridors, balconies, kitchens, bathrooms... and so on, and he didn't notice her at all.

The Knights of the Round Table looked at each other.

Because he had experienced the incident with Lancelot in his lifetime, in order to avoid suspicion, even Agguiwen, who was in charge of government affairs, would only come to the palace to meet Lin Qingsu when she summoned him, and he tried his best not to have any contact with her even with the maids in the castle.

How could they know, let alone dare to know, where that beautiful widow was?

"Don't worry, it's just that I'm confused."

Lin Qingsu rubbed his temples.

It seems like he's been playing too crazy with Guinevere these days.

I feel like I can't breathe.

After this interruption, Lin Qingsu forgot what she wanted to say next. When she thought about it carefully, they were all unimportant trivial matters.

"That's all for now."

Chapter 17: Guinevere's Frame-up

"Madman?" Tamamonomae raised her eyebrows with interest.

"Yes."

Mary sighed softly, tilted her head slightly, and looked up at the sky with a look of reminiscence in her eyes.

"Actually, before she met Arthur...Lin Qingsu, she was a very good girl."

"Behaved, gentle, sensible, intelligent, and considerate."

"Her mother died young, and although her father loved her, he was busy with government affairs. She grew up almost alone in the deep palace. However, just like her appearance, her personality seemed to have gathered all the beauty in the world, making it unforgettable for anyone who met her, whether man or woman."

"Gradually, this princess, who had almost never left the palace, became known as the most beautiful woman in Britain."

"Her father loves her mother very much."

"I will not sacrifice her happiness for the benefit of the country. I have given her everything I could. It is not an exaggeration to say that she is a saint born with the love of thousands."

"such a pity."