Chapter 1

June, Britain.

Even on the island, the weather is starting to heat up.

Even at night, the heat does not diminish at all. It makes people want to put down all the messy things and run all the way to the north. When they get to the north of Scotland, they can take a boat out to sea and continue heading north.

On the vast grassland, an army was stationed here.

It was surrounded by a fence, and every few meters there was a tall warrior wearing armor stationed there. On the outside, a trench several meters deep was dug. If someone looks carefully, they can clearly see a pile of nails and triangles placed inside the trench.

And there was a faint blue light emitting from those nails.

And on the inside of this trench, where it looks like flat ground, there are countless traps hidden. Anyone who thought they saw the trench and could sneak across it would be fine, was about to experience the power of the trap.

Anyone who sees it will take a breath.

Isn't this just a temporary camp?

It's too stable.

And inside the fence, there are tents one after another.

At this moment, in the middle tent, a group of big men surrounded a young man.

The young man was wearing a silver fox cape and silver armor underneath. He was holding a wine bag in one hand and was pouring wine down his throat.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, exceptionally handsome. With red lips and white teeth, facial features that are more delicate than those of a girl, and long hair flowing behind the shawl, even pouring wine down the throat, a very vulgar action for outsiders, is somewhat pleasing to the eyes in the hands of the young man.

His name was Lot, and he was the king of the group.

After pouring the last few drops of wine down his throat, he threw it directly on the grass aside.

Lott glanced sideways at the armored warrior standing opposite him.

"You said King Uther wants to marry his daughter to me?"

Now, is it finally almost time for King Arthur to make his debut?

At the same time, he thought secretly in his heart.

He is not from this era.

A few years ago, he traveled to the land of Great Britain in this era, and became King Lot as the background in the legend of King Arthur.

Just like a certain petty official named Huo Zhongru from the East who lived four hundred years back in this era, he was a guy who was good at nothing except the ability to give birth to sons.

After giving birth to a group of very powerful children with Morgan, they were successfully killed by King Arthur.

Moreover, what if he really defeated King Arthur and became the King of Britain?

England was too small in this era.

It is completely different from the five great gangsters of later generations, and it is even more incomparable with the empire on which the sun never sets.

England now can be said to be the edge of the world.

In terms of area, it is only a little more than two Tongliao. In terms of culture, this is also a barbaric place, and in terms of population, it is not worth mentioning.

So it's really inappropriate to fight King Arthur for this place.

Travelers like us, whose plug-ins can only assist our lives, should just live with it.

Anyway, my subordinates are very loyal, and I have made some small inventions, so my life is still very comfortable.

"Yes, chief, King Uther has ordered his national advisor Merlin to take Princess Morgan to set off here to marry you."

The messenger answered Lot.

"Well, okay, of course you're welcome."

Lott thought for a moment, and then agreed with a complicated expression.

Although marrying Morgan will cause some trouble in the future. But from now on, this is undoubtedly an important way to get closer to King Uther.

He is still an ally of Camelot. If he refuses marriage and turns against King Uther, he will undoubtedly give King Uther a hard slap in the face. You don't drink when the leader toasts, but you turn tables when the leader picks up the dishes.

Good guy, I guess I shouldn't think about whether to fight King Arthur now, but think about how to fight his father.

Also, he is also looking forward to Morgan's appearance.

As a man, he was a little greedy.

After traveling for several years, he has become desperate for the women around him.

What about being surrounded by beautiful ladies after you promised to travel through time?

As a homebody and a virgin, it is impossible for me to have any feelings for medieval rural women.

The skin is rough and dark, the face is withered, and the figure is deformed. In this era, people who want to be like in the novel and can find beautiful village girls in any territory can just go to bed.

As a lord, he obviously has the privilege to deal with his subordinates at will, but for several years, Lott was still a virgin.

Just think about what the women of this era looked like.

But Morgan is different. She was born into a noble family, so she must have been well taken care of, and whether it was a legend or someone Lot sent to inquire about, this Morgan was a very beautiful woman.

I like that.

Lott couldn't help but smile.

Besides, although Morgan is the inducement for the future hostility to King Arthur, King Lot's ambition is also a very important factor.

Now, it's different.

Lott lay down, put one foot on the other leg, and looked at the starry sky very comfortably.

I hope Morgan can match my aesthetic!

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"Come here, come here, chief, Merlin and Princess Morgan are here."

Riding on the white horse, Lott heard his men reporting this.

Now that he knew that Morgan would be arriving soon, he simply waited here for a few more days.

After all, she was going to be my wife. It would be too disrespectful for me to wait to get married in the castle.

Gentleman, we Lott have been gentlemen for generations.

So, Lott waited for Morgan's arrival for several days.

He put up a tent with his hands and looked into the distance.

soon,

In his sight, a large number of knights appeared.

There are also many large cars.

It is obvious that King Uther took this marriage very seriously.

In front of those knights, there were two people, a man and a woman.

Lott looked at the woman.

This should be Morgan.

Riding on a white horse, a tall woman wears a black veil to cover her face. Behind the black veil, her beautiful long silver hair flowed behind her, even hanging down on the horse's back. Wearing black clothes, her snow-white skin was occasionally exposed, which made her proud figure have an approximate value in Lott's eyes.

"This figure is simply perfect. As long as her face is not too ugly, she is already a goddess."

Lott thought in his mind.

Take a quick look.

However, after looking at it a few more times, Lott had a strange feeling.

Why does it feel so familiar?

Then, he looked to the side.

The person standing next to Morgan must be Merlin.

He was wearing white clothes and white hair, holding a staff in his hand, and always had a narrow smile on his face.

It looks exactly like the kind of scammers who go online to defraud people of their money and feelings at any time.

And this face was extremely familiar to Lott.

In his previous life, he was a very standard dead man.

"Grass, this is Xingyue!"

He said through gritted teeth.

Chapter 2 I heard his voice

Lott had never thought in this direction before.

After all, when he opened his eyes, it was a sturdy and dark castle like the Middle Ages. Even in the lord's room, you can smell the smell of livestock. And when I saw that in those territories, the farmers were all weak, their clothes were in tatters, and they looked like oppressed feudal serfs. And the maids in the castle are also aunts. Each arm is almost as thick as Lot's thighs, which shows that he is a good worker.

This is exactly what feudal lords looked like in the old days!

That is to say, Lott has worked harder in the past few years and looks decent.

otherwise...

Lott couldn't guarantee that he would become that kind of smelly guy.

As a result, you actually told me that this is Xingyue?

Lott felt bad for a moment.

What is normal Britain in this era?

The edge of world civilization, where civilization and barbarism meet, can be said to be a completely barren land.

In this era, even on the European continent, the civilization of the Roman Empire was like this.

As a Lotor from a later generation, he still has some cultural confidence.

But, if this is Xingyue...

Britain is no longer Britain.

That is the origin of saber face, a famous specialty of Xingyue. All saber faces come from here.

Okay, just kidding.