War Resumes

Agravain looked at the somewhat hysterical Morgan le Fay. From an angle she could not see, he revealed an expression of disgust and mockery.

But no matter how much he loathed her, Morgan le Fay was still his mother.

Therefore, Agravain still nodded in agreement: "I understand, Mother. Then, how shall the plan be implemented?"

Upon hearing this, Morgan le Fay pondered for a moment and said slowly: "I need you to become a close attendant to my dear younger brother."

However, the two of them did not know that at the doorway, a small, thin figure had taken everything into their ears.

The next day, the Camelot Royal Court.

The first council since the new king's ascension began.

Several ministers from the era of King Uther reported the current various situations in Britain to King Arthur.

The young new king sitting on the throne frowned as he listened.

Because of the one-year vacancy of the throne and the lack of a king, many knights were unable to handle state affairs, and all of Britain had turned into a mess. Famine had broken out in many regions, and lords in several areas had betrayed the code of chivalry, carving out their own territories and declaring themselves kings.

Moreover, the current royal family lacked money, food, and manpower, while abroad, many small nations, as well as Rome, Ireland, and the Germans, were eyeing them like tigers.

In short, Britain was currently beset by internal and external troubles.

If it were not for the fact that the Roman Empire was also in some internal chaos, half of Britain would likely have been carved away by now.

It was also thanks to a few relatively loyal noble lords within the royal city of Camelot that the operation of Britain was barely maintained.

King Arthur took a deep breath, rubbed his temples, and nodded to a noble lord who had just finished reporting: "You have worked hard. I will resolve this as soon as possible."

King Arthur pondered for a moment: "How much grain is left in the royal granaries now?"

An official in charge of grain stepped forward and said: "There is not much left, Your Majesty."

King Arthur sighed and thought carefully: "Who is the diplomat?"

"Your Majesty." A noble with white hair and beard stepped forward.

"Tell me, which small nations have been raiding the borders while Britain is weak?" King Arthur's young voice was filled with anger.

"O King, do you intend to...?" The diplomat looked at the young man who had just ascended the throne in surprise.

For a moment, the Royal Court became noisy.

"Silence!" King Arthur let out a cold snort, "I know there are voices of opposition among you, but war is our only means now."

What to do when there is a lack of money and food? Then go and seize it!

Moreover, this was not merely a war; it was also a vengeance belonging to Britain. Since these small nations had invaded the borders of Britain, they must be prepared to bear the wrath of a lion.

"Sir Anno." King Arthur called out softly.

"My King." Anno stepped out from among the noble officials and looked up at his king.

"Attempt to assemble every force capable of fighting." King Arthur's voice carried power, "My wrath needs to be vented, and these nations that have violated the dignity of Britain are the best choice."

"Understood, My King." Anno nodded, a trace of gratification appearing on his stern face, and walked out of the Camelot Royal Court with the King's oral decree.

He found his vice-commander.

"Lamorak, how many of the original Britain Chalk Knights are still in Camelot?" Anno's aura regained its sharpness. He was no longer the gentle and patient elder or teacher, but the sharpest sword of Britain.