Morgan, Something is Wrong with You!

I am a woman.

And in every country or tribe in Britain in this world, it is men who become kings.

They don't want a woman to be king.

Especially now on the British islands, the king of Camelot, who has vaguely become the most powerful country.

They absolutely do not want to put themselves under a woman.

This worried Morgan very much.

She hopes that she can inherit her father's ambition and spread Lotter's ideas to the whole of Britain.

Only in this way can she be worthy of her father and Lott, whom she has always heard from her heart.

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

"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 nobleman continued: "Your Majesty, we have no right to talk to you about your things. However, this city of chalk is of great significance. This is the capital of Camelot. To become the owner of this city Yes, doesn’t it mean that we want to become the next generation King of Camelot? Your Majesty, we will definitely not want a woman to be our king.”

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

And Lott also looked at these nobles with dangerous eyes.

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

[After the death of King Uther, they will definitely find a chance to choose, and then turn Camelot into their own pocket. 】

Morgan listened, and she walked over to King Uther.

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

She said to those nobles.

Since you guys want to cover up, then I'll just lift up all your fig leafs.

Take it out, let it dry in the sun, and see what your color looks like.

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

Turn the table~

Especially the nobleman who spoke just now, Morgan was still pointing at him with his fingers.

Just count your favorite dance.

I'll take the knife on you later.

The nobleman dared not answer.

Although he really has such an idea in his heart, who dares to say it?

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 standard courting death.

King Uther estimated that he could eat him raw, or the kind without seasoning.

The current King Uther is not the King Uther in history. At that time, he died early, and Morgan only had the status of the daughter of the previous generation of kings, and Orkney's strength was not good, so she didn't have much say in the relief of the king selection.

Not so now.

King Uther is fine, at least for now.

And just won a big victory.

Prestige is at its peak.

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

So now Morgan and King Uther are confident enough to speak.

"this……"

He didn't know what to say to this nobleman.

"The right to inherit the throne is not in your hands." King Uther came to the nobleman, hit his cheek with a sword and said:

"The city of chalk is my territory, right? Even if it is the capital city, I have the absolute right to dispose of it. I told you that the city of chalk belongs to Morgan, and it belongs to Morgan. I just came to inform you, and I’m not here to ask for your opinions. If anyone has an opinion, as long as you call me, you can talk about it.”

The nobleman naturally did not dare.

He didn't know that King Uther was actually a strong outsider.

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

To fight this kind of person?

How many lives do I have?

This is absolutely not acceptable.

So, under the fierce gaze of King Uther, this matter was finally passed by force.

It's just that even Morgan, who has won the City of Chalk, is not in a good mood.

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

The king desired by the nobles may be heroic or cunning.

But there must be an important prerequisite.

That's man.

A woman can't be the king of Britain.

Depressed in his heart, Morgan wanted to go back to his bedroom early on.

And Lott was also worried about Morgan's mood, and also left with him.

The two 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.

Colored dog, quickly use your invincible male dog waist to let me relieve my depressed mood.

...

After venting, Morgan vented all the depression in his heart. Lying in Lotte's arms, she was as obedient as a kitten at the moment.

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

"It's simple, you go back to Orkney with me. 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. At that time, they will kneel in front of you in batches and ask for your forgiveness."

"Your Highness, please come and let me be your subordinate again."

Lot squeezed his throat, imitating the voice of the nobleman who had been taught a lesson by Morgan and King Uther just now.

"Hey, you are so disgusting, I feel so disgusting that I want to throw up."

Morgan said to Lott with a look of disgust.

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

"Ha ha……"

Lott grabbed Morgan's hand.

"Okay, take a good rest. It's getting late now, and you should also rest."

"Well, hold me tight."

Morgan said to Lott.

At the same time, she adjusted a comfortable posture.

It is not feasible to directly pillow the arm. After a long time, the arm will be numb and sore, and the color dog will also be very uncomfortable. So, she buried her head in his chest, wrapped her arms around his waist, and tightly wrapped one of his legs with her legs.

The color dog looked down like this, just in time to see his loose long hair and buttocks.

OK, this pose is good for resting.

Morgan lay like this.

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

[In this era, there 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 exploits to maintain their dominance. It's a pity that these Morgans can't do it. 】

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

[To solve this problem, the best idea is to adopt an examination system, to be precise, it is civil service examination and knight competition. Through the examination to find a group of new officials who obey their orders, they were originally born with low status, so it is easier to be grateful to the new students who hired them. 】

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

[And in Britain in this era, there are still many powerful wild knights. It's actually not too difficult to find. 】

[However, isn't it a bit too deviant to do so, would Morgan like it? It's not easy to cut yourself off 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 strength of the territories increases a bit. Don't worry about becoming a king. 】

Morgan heard all this in his ears, and a smile was drawn on the corner of his mouth.

This solution is actually exactly what I want.

What compromise do you want,

Since the other party is unwilling to accept me, then I simply let them go out of business completely.

As for guts...

What a joke, what I lack the most is guts.

Morgan thought about it in his heart.

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 a king?

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Chapter 47: The Beginning of the Sword in the Stone Plot [Third Update]

While Morgan was still thinking about listening to Lott, Lott stopped at this moment.

He reached out and put his arm around her waist.

Then he hugged Morgan tightly.

Sleep, it's time to sleep.

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

How to become queen?

I still want to know.

Don't get stuck in this place.

In the end, Morgan, who pricked up his ears and listened for a long time but couldn't hear it, fell into a dreamland in a daze.

...

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

He looked at the whole city again.

And standing beside him was the Merlin with black eyes.

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

King Uther said sincerely.

His health is getting worse and worse.

It is estimated that he will soon be unable to hold on.

Therefore, instead of having a seriously ill king lying motionless on the hospital bed appear in the next few days, and let the various nobles calculate and calculate, it is better to leave early. At least leave an unknown threat to those nobles.