This is Whitehall, the place where the Brittanian nobles convention was held. The well-dressed figures sat upright with a proud attitude. They were previously scolded by a barbarian from the north and were ashamed and even deeply feared. A few days later, they regained their previous arrogance - they were still the real rulers of this kingdom, the uncrowned king.

They looked at the old man who was neither humble nor arrogant with a look of arrogant expression, wearing a slightly old but straight military uniform. The badges of bows, lightning and bovine blossoms represent that the old man served in the Highland Longbow Corps a long time ago. The twelve medals arranged neatly on his chest represent that the old man had made many military achievements in various wars - but so what? They were just a retired pariah, and they turned their dissatisfied expressions to the right prime minister of the kingdom with a calm face. This woman always broke the established rules and actually brought civilians into the sacred Whitehall?

"I can use all the reputation of my military career to ensure that it is indeed King Arthur. According to all the information I have obtained, the king fell into a conspiracy, so I chose to come to the capital and seek national help. My report was completed." The person who spoke was Miller's father, Uncle Tommy, who had been before. In fact, after Miller came back in a daze, after careful inquiry, the intuition of the soldiers discovered the strange things. In the absence of the search, he decided to come to the capital for help.

The old commander of the Longbow Corps was his sergeant commander back then, and directly brought him to the right prime minister. Then, under the leadership of this beautiful right prime minister, he stepped into the legendary Whitehall that carries supreme honor and national pride.

"So. What do you want to express?" The nobles whispered to each other, and the respected Marquis of Obec said lightly, "This veteran said that the king may be in danger. Do we want to send a large army to rescue?"

A low laughter came. This was simply a joke - a veteran's one-sided statement. The most important thing was that he did not see the fact that Wang was in danger with his own eyes. He brought the matter to Whitehall with no evidence of speculation and conjecture?

"Right Prime Minister, you should send the Royal Special Service to investigate the authenticity of this news, and then decide based on the actual situation whether to send a large army to the place, or select elite professionals from the MI6 or the Knights of the Round Table, or cut off the man's head on the charge of lying about military information." Duke Oliver took the conversation, and he had been unhappy with this woman of inexplicable origin, "———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

"Now is not the time to discuss this." c.c said lightly, "I think this matter is true and I suggest everyone go."

"Reason." Duke Oliver raised his eyebrows. Although this woman has unknown origin, she does not do brainless things.

"Artolia needs you." c.c took a deep breath, "I originally wanted her to figure it out... But I already know that something like this happened. She still couldn't let it go, since that's the case..."

"Please communicate with us in a way that humans can understand. Lord Right Prime Minister." Duke Oliver frowned.

The serious jokes caused some young nobles to laugh, and even middle-aged people showed strange faces.

"I mean, the sword in the stone broke in the palace battle a few days ago." c.c hesitated for a moment and finally said calmly.

The nobles were in a big uproar, and no matter how happy or angry the people were, they were surprised by this legend. They looked at each other, and their eyes flashed with disbelief, ecstasy, deep thought, lost in their souls, and extremely shocked... all kinds of expressions changed, and they were all in one go.

The Sword of Chosen was broken - the Sword of the Stone, which represents King Arthur's throne and destiny, was broken.

What does this mean? Almost everyone's hearts jumped wildly. What does this information, coupled with King Arthur's likely to disappear or be in danger, add up to two crucial information, what does this mean?

It was a consequence that he could not even imagine - the nobles turned their attention to the leaders of their respective factional alliances.

c.c looked at everyone's reaction calmly, like looking at a group of clowns, and she sneered in her heart. Sure enough, Caesar was right, this was a group of pathetic dogs, rushing for bones without meat.

She seemed to be able to personally feel Caesar's anger at that time - these guys whose first reaction was not to save people but to fight for power or to consider how much benefit they would gain in the future changes, the people Artoria wanted to protect.

——You actually have to protect them? You actually have to protect them!

Duke Oliver raised his hand, and all the discussion suddenly silenced. The old man who followed King Yuser to fight in the east and west, known as the Fox of Brittany, handed over military power after King Arthur ascended the throne, focused on his retirement in Whitehall, but gradually gained more important authority. Even King Arthur would not openly argue what he said.

"In front of you, I want to say a few words to this old bone." He swept over everyone present and said lightly.

"To be honest." The old man's figure was still straight, and no one would doubt it. The body of this old man over 70 years old was still hidden in his body. He faced everyone's eyes and said calmly, "When I heard the news that the sword in the stone was broken, I felt a strong joy and peace of mind, and even overshadowed the worries in my heart."

Everyone's faces were awkward for a moment - although we were very happy, you don't have to say it directly.

However, this old fox has been in business for a long time and has too much power and connections in his hands. No matter how the changes in the future, he will never miss his cake. Of course, it is worth being happy - the nobles are indignant and helpless.

"I know what you are thinking in your heart. I can tell you that you are wrong." The old Duke's voice was full of mockery. "What I am happy about is that the innocent little girl can finally take a break. That person's daughter... Ha, do you know? Before she died, she put pitiful shackles on her daughter and told me to look forward to the chain... But I couldn't refuse to agree. I watched Youss grow up and stay by her side. Until she passed away, she wanted to be her daughter's nanny again..."

The old man's body trembled slightly, and even gritted his teeth: "She is the worst monarch I have ever seen in my life! She clearly has the advantage of God's choice, but she is stupid and does not become a tyrant, but becomes a knight. Her ideals are naive and idiotic. I don't know how she has survived for ten years. How did she repel foreign invasions, how did she settle territorial disputes, how did she suppress domestic rebellions? Why are there so many people willing to follow her - I, the old man, don't understand these things at all! But one thing is certain! She is definitely the most failed monarch! None of them! I doubt whether she is Yuser's biological daughter!"

The old man roared like an angry lion. His terrifying aura made everyone dare not look at him. The nobles were two priests who couldn't figure out what was going on for a while, and the duke's roar continued: "Anlek! Warifer! Sidick! The only three old guys who were together with me back then were you! Let's talk about it! The situation at that time was comparable to that now! We gathered under Yuser's command. Behind them were countless flags and swords. The nobles at that time respected every soldier, the pride of the country, and kept the creed of the knights. They were real warriors, just like a group of dog-day knights.

! Only twenty years! Twenty years! The bastards we gave birth to have become bastards! Trash! borer! Idiots! The nobles of which country will be busy considering what benefits they can get after hearing the news of the king's disappearance! Only the nobles of Brittany! Only us bastards! Trash! Idiots! Do you know what the nobles are! Bastards! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! borer! ”

"Oh..." Seeing the clay sculpture-like nobles were scolded with a low eyebrows and pleasing to the eyes, Duke Oliver waved his hand indifferently. "Without a sword in stone? Can't you be king? So is it the one sitting on the throne the king or the puppet holding a sword in stone? Gentlemen, you have never really experienced war. King Arthur has always been leading the army in war. Peace has been with you for many years. For ten years, we have nothing to do, but don't forget that your ancestors have fought for him."

His voice eased, raised his head and looked around the Whitehall of glory, where countless heroes were admitted to the canonization and the titles carrying glory and responsibility, but now everything has quietly changed. He recalled the battle at that time and sighed slowly: "... During those years, the smell of swords spread in the air, and rebels and invaders rage in our homes, waiting to kill us, enslave us, plunder, kill, and occupy us...what will we do for our country?"

"Resist the death and never give up. The nobles of this country stand up from blood and fire. The family emblem on your chest, the portraits of your ancestors, and the swords of your ancestors, all spread the breath of blood. This is a proof of glory-the nobles are a whole, and the supreme reason is due to their responsibilities and achievements, not ridiculous blood. I have been fighting for my life, asking myself the highest ministers and the dignified dukes, and calling you turtle bastards, and you must smile and nod, but when I was a kid, I was just a cattle-herding child, the untouchables and the countrymen in your mouth, and the three old guys over there, climbed up from the pile of dead people."

"Aristocrat...What a noble and holy word, among you, who knows what kind of sacrifice and heaviness it represents, who knows what kind of glory and glory it carries? You don't understand, you only know that you are following a little girl and smelling the fragrance of bones, and only know how to use that stupid little girl to achieve your goals. You will only look at her jokes coldly, see her and the Thunder King push her to the ox, see the Thunder King push her to the blood, a barbarian from the north pointed at your nose and cursed, and you will suffer when you pinch your nose. King Arthur wants to take you something, and you all like your dead mother, and you want to pounce on and bite her to death. Before everything is clear, you are beginning to think about the new king..."

The old man's indifferent accusations made everyone's face hot, and they still lowered their heads and remained silent.

"You can only pretend to be ostrich... wait for others to pull you out of the sand by the neck and boil you to remove your hair. Then you are afraid of regretting it. Wouldn't you be too late? If you don't go, I must not go. Since King Arthur needs nobles, then nobles must stand up - otherwise, if I see Yousher in the future, what will I explain to her?" Duke Oliver slowly stood up and finally glanced at the still silent nobles.

"Of course, you can still remain silent... and then pray that the new king is still a poor idealist who you can tease and control and even deceive. Pray that the new king will work hard for all the kingdom, and will work diligently, pray that he will turn a blind eye to your tricks, and will never make any mistakes, pray that he will never put on airs to you, and will not deliberately deprive you of your power and property, pray that he will work hard to protect your interests, judge all disputes fairly, pray that he will do his best to your interests, pray that he will make every effort to defend your interests, and judge all disputes fairly, pray that he will do his best to your interests

Fight more and pray that he is a stupid king..." c.c looked at the silent nobles in contempt and looked at c.c standing beside him, "Master Right Prime Minister, we jointly issued a notice to the Knights of the Round Table, the Royal Secret Service, the Royal Knights of the State, the MI6, the Royal Magician Society, the Guard Dragon Spear Army, the Capital Garrison and other all Brittanian military organizations - whether the military or the civilian - and we will go and save the king. At least, I want to let the old King Yuser know that the blood of the Brittans is not completely cold yet."

"It's just my wish. Let Britania solve the problems of the Brittans by themselves." c.c nodded and smiled.

The two took Tommy to leave, followed by three equally strong old men and their direct descendants. The remaining nobles looked at each other, and the embarrassing silence in the Whitehall. The Duke's words before leaving were endless in their minds. Slowly, a wonderful emotion spread among the crowd, slowly lit up, something that had been immersed for a long time.

The young people stood up one after another, ignored the glare of their elders, and quickly left the hall they had yearned for as if they had escaped. Then, more and more people stood up, and the pride that others could not understand was slowly awakening in this whole.

True, noble. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!