Chapter 1261：

As an internal officer, Gerante was not strong in martial arts. Faced with Mordred and the others, he naturally fleeed desperately, so he took a step ahead of Shiro and others and entered Ozmandias’s Territory, thus defeated by Ozmandias, imprisoned into the Glory Grand Compound Temple.

And the knight who retired from Ozmandias, without even thinking about it, was naturally Lancelot who was the most brave.

Shilang nodded, indicating that he understood.

"Ah...! It's so noisy!"

Mordred, who was sleeping on his side, scratched the back of his head, sat up, and said grumblingly: "Gerante, Kay, can you lessen your nonsense? Did you let people sleep?"

Tristan said calmly, sitting cross-legged, "You are awake, Mordred."

"It's so noisy, it's strange to not wake up!" Mordred complained.

"Long time no see, Tristan, Mordred." Kay greeted.

"It's been a long time since I've seen it, I've seen it a few days ago. Even if it's a sarcasm, I should say it differently, Kay? It doesn't matter to you, right?" Mordred said.

Kay ignored her, but looked at Tristan, frowned, and asked, "Tristan, your eyes...!"

Then everyone looked at Tristan's eyes and frowned.

"Well, I dug out my own eyes." Tristan said.

Gahris asked in disbelief, "Why do you do this?"

"I don't want to turn my back on my king anymore, and I don't want to see the round table civil war, so I cut my eyes out. And now, I am being held here by the Sun King again. But that's fine. In this way, I have neither Abandoning my king, I will not see the round table civil war, let alone participate in it. So in this prison, I will find peace instead." Tristan smiled faintly.

Kay and Jahris have nothing to say.

Mordred also hugged his chest, did not speak, his eyes flashed with righteous indignation, his gaze then fell on Ozmandias, and said: "The Sun King, I refuse to accept you, let me out, and we will fight another 300 rounds. !"

"Hahaha...!"

Ozmandias showed an arrogant smile as if he heard a big joke, and said: "You are already Yu's defeated general. How can you keep yelling at Yu?"

"You--!"

Mordred was angry with Ozmandias' arrogance and gritted his teeth.

"If you want to challenge Yu, let's change to the king of yours. So, how many chances are there to win? Are you right, the red dragon of Britain, King Arthur?" Ozmandias turned his head slightly and his eyes fell. On Shiro's body.

As soon as this remark came out, everyone present was startled.

"Hahaha...!" Mordred laughed, pointed his finger at Ozmandias, and laughed with tears: "I'm so ridiculous, you actually pointed to this stinky kid and said it was King Arthur. This It really laughs at me!"

"Oh?" Ozmandias looked at Mordred with a strange look and asked, "Could it be that you are not the Knights of the Round Table?"

"Huh! Of course I am!" Mordred said.

"If it is, why don't you recognize the king?" Ozmandias asked strangely.

"Hahaha... laughed at me! Sun King, you really love to tell jokes! I am the last seat of the knights of the round table and the heir of King Arthur. How can I not recognize King Arthur? Hahaha..."

Mordred laughed for a while, then twisted his face, reached out and grabbed the iron railing of the cage, and said angrily: "Even if you insult King Arthur! There must be a limit! Otherwise, I will kill you!"

The barrier of the cage was activated, and the scorching sun's breath burned Mordred's hands, but Mordred didn't want to notice it, staring at Ozmandias with an angry face.

Gerante, Tristan also thought that Ozmandias’ brains were amused, and they actually referred to their great British red dragon, King Arthur, as Lucius. This is an insult to King Arthur.

Gerant and Tristan did not respond, that was because people had to bow their heads under the eaves at this moment, but Mordred had no such concerns.

Although she looked like a sixteen-year-old girl, she was catalyzed by Morgan Lefy's magic, and her real age was actually only nine years old. Although she is the rebellious knight who killed King Arthur, she loves King Arthur deep in her heart and cannot tolerate others' insults to King Arthur.

However, what they didn't find was that both Kay and Jahris were silent and didn't say anything.

Ozmandias ignored Mordred's wide-eyed glaring, but tasting the wine, watching a scene in the court with a joking expression on his face.

Kai sighed, walked out, looked at Shi Lang, and asked, "Your Excellency Lucius, shouldn't Lucius be your real name?"

Hearing this, Shi Lang looked up at Kai, was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's right."

"Are you... Are you... King Arthur?" Kay asked again.

Shi Lang stood up, nodded and shook his head, and said, "I am King Arthur, but I am not the King Arthur you know."

"Sure enough..." Kai's eyes flickered. As early as Shilang took out the holy spear Lungominiad and the sword in the stone, he doubted Shi Lang's true identity.

"So, what is your real name..."

"Gurneyville Pendragon! This is my real name." Shi Lang said.

As soon as this remark came out, the audience fell silent.

Kai felt that he had heard it wrong, and couldn't help asking again: "What is your real name?"

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"I said, my real name is Gnivel Pendragon." Shi Lang repeated his real name.

As soon as this remark came out, there was a dead silence.

For a moment, Mordred burst into laughter, pointed at Shi Lang, and said with a smile: "Hey! Boy, even if you want to pretend to be my father, you will at least understand what my father's real name is! Genieville... Gurneyville...puffpuff, you pretended to be that woman!"

Shirou looked at Mordred helplessly, and he knew that he would be teased if he said his real name in Camelot.

After all, whether Gnivale or Guinevere, the pronunciation is the same, the difference is only a matter of accent. Except for Chinese characters, the text in any country's civilization is a name.

"Gurneyville..."

Kay and Jahris looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

They thought it was ridiculous.

As the knights of the round table, of course they have seen the peerless beauty who shook the whole of Britain in the name of beauty, the daughter of King Leo Dekuan, and Guinevere, who is also their princess.

It was a pretty beautiful beauty. If it weren't for this, the noble knight of the lake, Lancelot, would not betray the king and fall in love with the queen, thus opening the prelude to the demise of the Knights of the Round Table.

But if Guinevere is a man... Isn't Lancelot playing the game?

This is impossible!