chapter 43

I am a woman.

In every country or tribe in Britain in this world, men become kings.

They don't want a woman to be king.

Especially now that on the British island, there is already the king of Camelot, which has vaguely become the most powerful country.

They definitely don't want to put themselves below a woman.

This worried Morgan.

She hoped that she could inherit her father's ambitions and spread Lot's ideas throughout Britain.

Only in this way can she be worthy of her father and Lott, whose voice has always been heard by her.

And now, what are these nobles going to do if they don't let themselves inherit their father's territory?

"Yes, she is indeed my daughter." King Uther nodded affirmatively, "Is there any problem with leaving my things to my daughter?"

At this time, the noble continued: "Your Majesty, we have no right to talk to you about your things. However, the significance of this chalk city is very important. It is the capital of Camelot. Becoming the master of this city Doesn't it mean that we are going to become the next generation king of Camelot? Your Majesty, we will never be willing to let a woman become our king."

The expressions on the faces of King Uther and Morgan became even more ugly.

Lott also looked at these nobles with dangerous eyes.

[These people don't want women to become kings, don't they just want themselves to have the chance to become kings? ]

[After King Uther's death, they will definitely find a chance to choose, and then make Camelot their own. ]

Morgan listened, and then she walked to King Uther's side.

"As my father's only daughter, if I can't inherit his career, then who else can do it? Do you think you can inherit our family's business?"

She said to the nobles.

Since you want to be secretive, then I will directly lift all your fig leaves.

Take it out, give it a good drying, and see what your quality is like.

If you don't want me to eat it, then don't eat it at all!

Turn the table~

Especially the noble who just spoke, Morgan was still pointing at him with his finger.

Just count the ones you dance the most.

I'll do the surgery on you later.

He did not dare to answer this nobleman.

Although I do have such thoughts in my heart, who dares to say it out loud?

King Uther seems to have nothing to do at the moment. You said that you hope to inherit the title of king of their family.

This is definitely a standard seeking death.

King Uther could probably eat him raw, without any seasoning.

The current King Uther is not the King Uther in history. At that time, he died early, and Morgan only had the identity of the daughter of the previous king. Orkney was not strong enough, so she did not have much say in the process of choosing the king.

But now it's different.

King Uther is fine for now at least.

And he just won a big victory.

Prestige is at its peak.

Moreover, Lot's Orkney is not a weak county. It is an important combat capability that determines the fate of the country's war.

So now Morgan is still very confident in talking to King Uther.

"this..."

This nobleman didn't know what to say.

"The right to decide the inheritance of the throne is not in your hands." King Uther came to the noble, hit him on the cheek with his sword and said:

"The Chalk City is my territory, right? Even if it is the capital, I have the absolute power to dispose of it. Let me tell you, the Chalk City belongs to Morgan, that is, it belongs to Morgan. I am just here to inform you, and I'm not here to ask for your opinions. If anyone has any opinions, you just have to call me and then we can talk about it."

Naturally, this nobleman did not dare.

He didn't know that King Uther was actually a powerful man.

He only knew that in his impression, King Uther was a ruthless man who could fight against the humble King Vortigern.

Going to fight this kind of person?

How many lives do I have?

This is absolutely not possible.

So, under the fierce gaze of King Uther, the matter was finally forced through.

However, even after Morgan obtained the Chalk City, she was not in a good mood.

She saw the difficulties she would encounter in the process of becoming a king.

The king the nobles want may be heroic or cunning.

But there must be an important prerequisite.

That's man.

A woman cannot be King of Britain.

Feeling depressed, Morgan wanted to go back to his bedroom early.

Lott was also worried about Morgan's mood and left the field with him.

The two men returned to their residence.

As soon as I entered the house,

Morgan took Lott's hand and went straight to the bedroom.

What she needs most now is a hearty vent.

You pervert, use your invincible male waist to help me relieve my depression.

…

After venting, Morgan vented all the depression in his heart. Lying in Lott's arms, she seemed as well-behaved as a kitten at the moment.

"Lot, you said that the resistance of the nobles today was too fierce. What if they all oppose me becoming the king of Camelot?"

"Simple, you follow me back to Orkney. Believe it or not, in less than five years, I can use the prosperity of Orkney to make all these nobles realize how wrong their actions are. To At that time, they will kneel in front of you in groups and ask for your forgiveness."

"Your Highness the Queen, please come again and make me your subordinate."

Lot pinched his throat and imitated the voice of the noble who was taught a lesson by Morgan and King Uther just now.

"Oh, you're so disgusting. It's so disgusting that I almost want to vomit."

Morgan said to Lott with a look of disgust.

At the same time, he lightly patted his chest with his hand.

"Ha ha..."

Lot grabbed Morgan's hand.

"Okay, have a good rest. It's getting late now, so it's time for you to rest."

"Yeah, hold me tight."

Morgan said to Lott.

At the same time, she adjusted herself into a comfortable position.

It's not feasible to rest your arms directly on your head. Over time, your arms will become numb and sore, which will also make you very uncomfortable. So, she buried her head directly on his chest, wrapped her arms around his waist, and twisted one of his legs tightly with her legs.

When Segouzi looked down like this, he could see his long, disheveled hair and perky buttocks.

Okay, this is a good position for resting.

Morgan lay like this.

While she was lying like this, Lott was thinking about the queen.

[In this era, it is a patriarchal clan society, and the status of women is really not high. It is no wonder that there are far fewer queens than male kings. ]

[Moreover, many queens rely on military merit to maintain their dominance. Unfortunately, these Morgans can't do it. ]

[The identity of those nobles does not come from the king, but from their blood, so it is not easy for them to recognize Morgan as king. Therefore, only by completely abandoning these nobles can Morgan successfully rule the country. ]

[To solve this problem, the best idea is to adopt an examination system, to be precise, it is a civil service examination and a knight's competition. Through examinations, a group of new officials are found to take orders from them. They are originally from low status, so it is easier for them to be grateful to those who hire them. ]

[Only these people can maintain the status of the regime wholeheartedly, and will not refuse Morgan a woman to become the king. Because without Morgan, their status would be questioned and they would be driven out of this position. ]

[In this era of Britain, there are still many powerful wild knights. It's actually not too difficult to find. ]

[However, isn't this a bit too unconventional? Will Morgan like it? It is not easy to isolate oneself from all the nobles. If she does this, the risk is very high, and the nobles will definitely intervene. ]

[So, let's wait until the territories' strength increases. Don't worry about becoming a king. ]

Morgan heard all this with a smile on his lips.

This solution is actually exactly what I want.

What kind of compromise do you want?

Since the other party was unwilling to accept me, I simply asked them to go out of business completely.

As for courage...

Are you kidding me? What I lack most is courage.

Morgan thought in his mind.

This matter must be carried out after he becomes the king.

Let these nobles quickly give up their positions.

But now, how can I become the king?

'

While Morgan was still thinking and listening to Lott continue to think, Lott stopped at this time.

He reached out and put his arm around her waist.

Then he hugged Morgan tightly.

Go to bed, it's time to go to bed.

Wait, you haven't said the most important thing yet.

How to become a queen?

I still want to know.

Don't get stuck here.

In the end, Morgan, who couldn't hear anything after listening for a long time, fell into sleep.

…

While Morgan was still sleeping, King Uther was already standing on the highest platform in the city.

He looked at the entire city again.

And standing next to him was Merlin with black eyes.

"This era that belongs to me is finally coming to an end today."

King Uther said sincerely.

His health worsened.

He probably won't be able to hold it any longer soon.

Therefore, instead of having a seriously ill king lying motionless on the hospital bed in the following days, and letting various nobles plot their plans, it would be better to leave early. At least it left an unknown threat to those nobles.