Morgan, Something is Wrong with You!

Morgan looked at Lott with some doubts.

【The main body of Merlin is a devil who is good at making contracts. His words said that he wanted all of Vortigern's property. It's not all of them. This matter is not up to him. Let's just say he didn't take it all out, and it's okay to kill him. 】

You ate a bowl of noodles.

But I just said that you ate two bowls of noodles.

It is to break open your stomach and see how many bowls are inside.

Moreover, it doesn't matter if there are a few bowls of noodles missing.

I can take a bottle of washing powder and point to it and say this is the powder you eat,

...

After listening to what Lotter was thinking.

Morgan gave him a startled look.

Then, he glanced at Merlin again.

She now feels that she is too kind.

Kindness is like a princess in a fairy tale.

In terms of black hearts, it is still your black hearts.

Chapter 32 Is Your Father So Rich? 【Second update】

Morgan decided not to watch the fate of the calculated castle guard.

It is estimated that he is dead.

It fell into the hands of Merlin, and the two sides are still in a state of hostility. It is absolutely impossible if they are not calculated to die.

Lott and Morgan continued to think about their next plan.

Morgan asked Lott, "Lott, this time we've taken over Vortigern's territory. Will he come over directly like this and fall into our ambush?"

"Why not?" Lott replied to Morgan: "We have occupied this castle. However, these Vortigern kings are even more unclear. Now that they have been occupied, we can create more castles. It's a very dangerous situation."

[The upright person is himself, the villain is also himself, and the mastermind behind the scenes is also himself. Alas, I really worked hard on myself. 】

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

Morgan blinked.

Although you came up with these ideas, you seem to have been watching from the sidelines.

The specific implementation, that is...

Oh, it's Merlin.

You're still working too hard, you bitch.

You've done almost all the work, and you've done a lot of hard work.

It's a little worse than us.

[So, I decided. After this war is over, I want to find Morgan to comfort my tired body. Well, the kind that stays out of bed for seven days and seven nights. 】

Morgan gave Lott a supercilious look in his heart.

Hey, color gouzi, you said you were tired, so you are still thinking about not getting out of bed.

Are you tired or not.

really...

If this war does not get a satisfactory result, I will not agree to it.

Morgan thought to himself.

At the same time, she picked up a cup of hot water.

Put some herbs in it.

These are what Morgan learned from some local witch doctors in Orkney.

It is very good for restoring one's spirit.

Segouzi, after drinking, we will go to Vortigern's castle to have a good rest.

Of course, don't give me any messy ideas then.

Rest, just let me go to sleep honestly.

I'm not waiting.

...

The orderly soldier did his job well.

When Vortigern was planning to attack the city of chalk, a series of messengers rushed in asking for help.

"Your Majesty, it's not good. The Romans came from across the sea and attacked our castle. You, hurry up and lead the army back to help."

But he is inviting various generals to discuss matters.

Hearing what the orderly said, those people couldn't help standing up.

Is this true?

How come we haven't launched an attack on the enemy yet, but we were caught by the Romans behind the scenes?

I heard that the Romans were not jealous of men and women. Oh, no, they have no faith in non-Romans. If they can find an opportunity to attack us, they will never let it go.

Could it be that they want to take this opportunity to return to Britain?

When everyone was thinking like this, Voutigeng looked at the messenger, his eyes flickered like lightning and said:

"What he said was false."

As soon as the words came out.

Everyone present was stunned.

"Is he an enemy?"

One of them pointed to the orderly and asked.

The messenger was so scared that he peed his pants.

"No, I mean, it's all King Uther's plan. I can guarantee that those people are all from King Uther. It is estimated that they want to use this method to solve our attack. Romans, now There is neither the time nor the energy to govern the island of Britain."

Vortigern said seriously.

"Then what should we do, Your Majesty?"

The general asked him.

"Continue to attack."

Vortigern said lightly.

"But, our rear?"

"As long as we occupy the city of chalk, we don't have to care about the rear."

"But our family members are all in the rear?"

"Well, I see." Voutigeng nodded slightly.

Then, just when the general thought that Vortigern was about to decide to retreat.

But Vortigern continued: "Wait and attack with all your strength, don't give Uther the slightest chance to breathe."

The generals wanted to raise their opinions again, but at this moment they only saw Vortigern's cold eyes.

It was like facing a vicious white dragon again.

They couldn't help shivering.

Then, he did not dare to refute Vortigern's words for the time being.

But Vitigeng also knew that if time went by, these generals might not be there.

so,

The next attack is to use your greatest strength.

I must defeat King Uther and occupy the entire territory of Britain.

Let the Age of Gods go on.

"Those guys, no matter how bad they are, they wouldn't lose the castle in such a short few days."

Vortigern thought in his heart.

In his mind, an army without siege equipment, no matter how useless his subordinates are, wouldn't lose the castle so easily, right?

...

"I really didn't put this thing on my body."

"Give it back to you, I'll give you the gold too!"

"Oh, this is not allowed. You said, you have to give it all, but you still have it on your body, so that's not allowed..."

"Bastard, you liar!"

"I want to see your leader."

"He doesn't have the time."

"You, you'd better accept your fate obediently. If you think about the other people you robbed before, you will know that your ending today is justified."

Lott and Morgan watched indifferently as Merlin dragged the general away for harmless treatment, and then they turned to Vortigern's treasury.

Find out how much money he has.

When they came to the door of the treasure house, the two walked in.

There are so many things to see, piles of gold, and all kinds of pearls and gems are packed into boxes.

Then……

"Good guy, does your father have that much money?"

Looking at the dazzling light, Lott asked Morgan in a daze.

What habits does the Dragon Clan have?

For the preference of treasures, that is a very important point.

Voutigeng, who has the blood of the white dragon, also has this preference.

And since this is the case for the white dragon, what about the red dragon?

"My father is not as rich as Vortigern."

Morgan shook his head and answered Lott.

Then, she seemed to realize something, and asked Lott:

"You're not going to rob my father, are you?"

Hearing what she said, Lot couldn't help looking at the sky.

Alas, the sky is really blue today.

Morgan couldn't help rolling his eyes at him.

But turning her head, she also touched her chin, showing a thoughtful expression.

"Why don't you take a chance to see my father's treasure house?"

She thought secretly in her heart.

In some respects, Morgan also inherited the blood of the red dragon.

Chapter Thirty-Three Still Fucking Fair [First update]

Lotter and Morgan agreed on a certain point.