Morgan, Something is Wrong with You!

And while these people were celebrating, there was a woman standing on the battlefield outside.

Tall, with long purple hair, wearing tights, and holding a bright red spear in his hand.

The woman is beautiful in appearance and full of mature temperament.

Definitely not what old women say.

Walking on the battlefield, she carefully looked at the blood on the ground.

I touched it lightly with my hand.

Then sniff again.

"It's still somewhat impossible for these people to kill me." She said to herself.

Immediately, an expression of interest appeared on her face.

"It's interesting enough, though."

She was determined to meet the woman who 'spoke wildly'.

Let's see how much she can do.

Chapter 89 If you ask a question, just ask, what do you do with a gun! ? 【Third update】

"Good guy, this woman is here too. She is a terrifying woman, and I am no match for her."

Standing in the corner of the celebration banquet, the white-haired old liar Merlin who was concentrating on flirting with the maid took a look outside the city, then quickly averted his gaze.

can't afford to mess with,

That woman is still untouchable.

As long as she doesn't kill anyone, she should pretend that she doesn't know anything.

Merlin thought to himself.

Then, with a continued smile on his face, he grabbed the hand of the maid next to him and said, "Did you know? In Camelot, there is a way of judging people's fate, which is to judge people's fate by looking at their palms." .Come on, let me see!"

...

After everyone finished eating, those who should rest went to rest.

Guinevere wanted to say a few more words to Artoria, but Artoria had already slipped away, leaving Guinevere in vain.

But Morgan and Lott did not rest, but came to a place where there was no one in the castle.

Discussing things in the guest room will let others steal the wall.

Does anyone know what is installed in the guest room?

On the outside, Morgan believed that with his own magic, no one could overhear the conversation between him and the perverted dog.

"Okay, color dog, how do you think we should maintain control of Scotland?"

Morgan said to Lott in a questioning tone.

Lott showed a thoughtful expression.

【Well..., I can only choose to play shamelessly. 】

Well, I like shameless play.

Do more.

I'm looking forward to this.

I heard what Lotter was thinking.

Morgan said in his heart.

What is the bottom line of her morals now...

It's already almost unpredictable to eat with my sister.

Now listening to Lott's shameless play,

This Morgan is very much looking forward to.

"Morgan, we have to design our own positioning. Before completely defeating Vortigerm, we have to be in a detached position with regard to things in Scotland."

Lotter stretched out his finger and said to Morgan.

"Give me specifics."

Morgan said to Lott angrily.

"We shouldn't get involved in specific things, but be a shit-stirring stick."

"Hey! You're so dirty."

Morgan showed a disgusted expression.

"You asked me to tell."

Lott spread his hands and said to Morgan.

Then, he continued to explain his method to Morgan.

To put it simply, it is the "glorious isolation policy" used by the United Kingdom in later generations.

Lott's greatest strength from later generations is not his artifacts, but his various thoughts accumulated for thousands of years.

This kind of thinking allows him to find corresponding solutions when facing various problems he encounters.

Lott also served as the up master of the knowledge area in the video website in his previous life, and his bragging skills can be said to be one set after another. All kinds of messy knowledge can be said to be at your fingertips.

Facing the current situation in Scotland, Lott feels that the British policy towards the European continent in later generations is quite suitable for this place.

Camelot is not suitable for directly occupying Scottish land for the time being.

Then, naturally, we must find a way to make Scotland mess up, so that we cannot form a unified force.

Behind the scenes, he instigated Scotland's second child to fight the boss, causing the two sides to fall into war and civil strife.

And there is still the threat of that new weapon on his side. If the second child really can't beat the boss, you can use these to pull the sidelines.

Anyway, they don't know that they are actually out of stock.

In short, when the time comes, Scotland will be in chaos, and after Camelot solves the king, and unites England and Wales, Camelot's strength will occupy the entire Scotland irresistibly.

The most brilliant point of this method is that even if someone can see it, there is no way.

There is absolutely no way to resolve the feuds brought about by the fighting among the various countries in Scotland.

With a little use, the two sides can fight.

The only thing that makes Lott a little regretful.

It's just that Camelot's steel output can't go up.

If this steel output can go up.

Then you can sell weapons to them.

If you instigate them to fight, they have to say thank you.

[Well, as expected of me. 】

After talking about his plan with Morgan, Lott thought happily in his heart.

Seeing Lott so self-indulgent, Morgan didn't know what to say.

"This shameless look really looks like a husband and wife to me."

Morgan said so in his heart.

The two glanced at each other, and both showed a tacit smile.

And just when Lott was about to speak some flirty words to Morgan again, there was a burst of applause.

"Very powerful, this idea is really vicious and effective."

A woman's voice rang in the ears of Lott and Morgan.

Morgan and Lott were surprised at the same time.

Especially Morgan.

"Didn't I already use magic?"

she murmured to herself.

"Indeed, you are good at using magic. It's just that my runes are even better."

The purple-haired woman slowly stepped out of the shadows.

The posture is extremely elegant, even a lady who has been immersed in court etiquette for decades cannot achieve such elegance.

but,

The bright red spear in her hand represented that she was not an aristocratic woman who was powerless.

Seeing this pretty face, Morgan showed doubts, while Lott couldn't help but gasped.

He had seen this woman's appearance a lot in his previous life.

Whether it's a game, a fan comic, a fan animation, a fan game, or a fan cosplay, you've seen it all.

But her current temperament was something he couldn't feel in his previous life.

An extreme oppression came to Lott.

[It's over, it's over, there are gods standing three feet above your head, so you shouldn't say something nonsense. 】

[During the day, Morgan just said something, and the purple-haired old lady... the beautiful girl came to her. 】

[What should I do? 】

【She can even kill a god. Just me and Morgan together, we won't be her opponent! 】

[If it doesn’t work, let me take the responsibility. 】

Morgan now knew the woman's identity.

The queen of the land of shadows, Scathach.

Now, her face was also pale.

I am not her opponent.

At least, now he is not her opponent.

Lott stretched out his hand to block Morgan behind him, then he looked at Scathach and said, "Queen of the Kingdom of Shadows, may I ask why you came to us?"

"It's nothing, it's just what you said during the day. I'm very interested. I don't know if it's true or not. I hope you can give me an answer."

Scatha said with a smile.

Seeing her smile, Lott and Morgan were thinking about one thing at the same time,

[If you ask a question, just ask, what's the point of raising the gun! ? 】

Chapter 90 Scathach, be my sister! 【4K】

"Well, Your Majesty Scathach, we are all civilized people, and what we pay attention to is not about fighting and killing, but about the world."

Seeing Skaha raising his gun, Lott said quickly.

If an ordinary person dared to draw a gun at Morgan like this, then Lott would not bear it.

I swung my sword and came over to fuck you a long time ago.

But,

This is Skaha!

That is the woman who killed the gods.

Who is not afraid to see it?

If Lott's combat power is one, then Scathach in front of him must have martial arts above five.

Not counting others.