~Date: ~October 07~

,nbsp;Chapter 49 Foodies are always foodies...

Because I wanted to stay in Brittania, maybe I had to pay attention to the impact of the mainland situation on the Northern Powers and the rebirth of Frank. Caesar rarely looked at Hero's analysis of the mainland situation. Since the submission of this report was the General Staff Headquarters of the Heavenly Palace and the Seminary Hall of the Temple of War, Xianlang never thought that Caesar would read it at all, so the document was very professional. Caesar did not want to trouble Hero to write another easy-to-understand children's version, and felt that although his IQ was not good at analyzing, he definitely knew how to read it. He got a copy of a report with confidence. After three minutes of opening it, he was blown away by a bunch of professional terms that came to his face.

...I know every word here, but I don't know what it means because it is combined together...

Caesar was stunned for a while, and there was a kind of Nirvana that I wanted to cry for you to see. In the end, he still had a bad face and asked c.c to interpret it. The witch of fate was laughable and explained to Caesar while watching, and he also had to take the time to comfort Caesar's displeasure...

In short, through Hero's report, Caesar came to a conclusion that under the constraints of the Pope Hall, there was no large-scale war in the twelve Middle-earth countries. The most tragic attack of the Three Kingdoms recently was the Northern Expedition of the Three Kingdoms. The Three Kingdoms, whose control in the Holy See, were always weak, tried to use guns to attack the North. However, they were killed by the barbarians who were red-eyed and wiped out the entire army. They were uprooted by the Pope Hall, which had long been unhappy, and the dynasty changed, and basically did not even splash a splash, and they failed extremely awkwardly.

Under such circumstances, some countries that underestimate the power of the Holy Land quietly lowered their attitude, not to mention Britannia, a pious model country with good relations with the Pope. In a harmonious environment, any large-scale war is not allowed, but local friction is conducive to maintaining the power of the country and the army. The Pope also turned a blind eye to it. There was an international dispute, such as first verbally slandering, and then privately resolved it. You fight back and forth, but you don’t have a big war.

But there are still exceptions... King Arthur of Brittania is a famous slut in the eyes of the monarchs and generals of all countries, and is the kind that needs to be touched by the hair. A certain monarch once privately lamented after a multi-national summit that the King of Knights of Brittania has almost all the qualities of a perfect king - but the qualities she lacks are the most deadly, that is a bad heart and a face that cannot be broken even if the holy sword of heaven. It is obvious that everyone recognizes that the way to govern the country requires a dark mind and a psychological quality that can do everything and be able to attack and receive good results. At this point, King Arthur did it too badly.

Because in the eyes of other countries, disputes that can be resolved by means of disputes such as disputes at the negotiating table, combined with intelligence wars, were infinitely magnified by King Arthur. Perhaps it was because the Knight King had been fighting in the past few years during the ten years of his reign, so she seemed to think that all international disputes should be resolved by the army. Once there was some small friction with other countries, then King Arthur would definitely issue an ultimatum to the other party after understanding the incident, and the other party naturally ignored it, but the tragic thing happened immediately. King Daimao would definitely send a memorandum to the Pope Hall first, and immediately flocked out with the army.

...Only this move can make the border guards of other countries disgusted with the storm of the wind and the grass and trees full of soldiers. It is not right to fight, nor is it not right to fight.

After a while, the surrounding countries were disgusted and vaguely isolated Brittany and did not easily tease her. Before she knew it, Artoria accidentally won a political victory. There was no way, she was too rogue.

From the inside point of view, the separation of powers, which made all rulers headache, seems to be bothering the young King Arthur. In fact, Brittania's centralization is one of the best successes on the mainland in a sense. At least King Arthur captured the regime and military power inseparably together, but the nobles are nobles, and the professions are professionals. The king's authority cannot extend well to all areas of the country, because the forces that listen to the tune but not the propaganda still exist.

Lesson thirteen lessons in the Hall of Dharma, Clock Tower, Cathedral of St. Tercia - this is the headquarters of the Dome of the Gate of Judgment and the Pope Hall in Brittany. In addition, the Royal Knights, composed of local civilian professions, are also amazingly powerful behemoths. Although they have the name of the royal family, they are only on the surface. The supporters and manipulators behind them were originally the great nobles and chaebols of this country. There are also other complex forces, large and small, and the special status and power of the professions make them the most difficult group of people to control in the state. Artoria established the Round Table Knights, formed the Royal Secret Service, and supported the MI6. The original purpose was to use madness to madness and send the group of schizophrenia to hell.

In short, in Hero's comments, he is not optimistic about the prospects of the emerging Brittania. Although the great king can bring temporary victory and peace to the country and subjects, people's hearts change and are easily forgotten. Once foreign conflicts temporarily subside, the uncertainty brought by human nature and selfishness will follow one after another. After ten thousand years, this is an irrefutable iron rule.

Unfortunately, Hero did not point out the solution to the specific ills of Brittania in the report. Because there was no need, Caesar originally wanted to write a letter to ask for a little, but gave up the moment he picked up the pen. In fact, he knew in his heart that the rise and fall of Brittania's current origins from Artoria's determination and will. If you want to change this situation, you must change King Arthur. But it is simply unchangeable to change a proud king who implements the king's way with a firm heart.

Just like Caesar and the North, just like Gilgamesh and the Dragon Clan are arrogant.

Caesar sighed slightly when he thought of this. At this point, he had no idea of ​​solving it. He could only follow Artoria and watch her conduct the secret inspection. He didn't say a word, but it seemed like a wall.

It seems that Artoria has indeed undergone such undercover inspections, because she looks very professional and skilled, her inquiry methods are very clever, and her diplomatic methods are also very good. She actually gets into the conversation with the person who is talking in a suspicious cloak, very spy... I mean the style of a journalist.

Caesar followed him with a sense of excitement. Artoria may not be just an old-fashioned king or foodie. A person's attributes are not so monotonous. Misjudgment only comes from few opportunities for contact, probably that's the case.

"How is the harvest?" After walking like this for an hour, Artoria would stay and listen to the crowded places, and occasionally chat with someone, saying gossip that was unrelated. An hour later, Caesar and Artoria sat on the bench in the park, and the Knight King recorded something in a book with his own.

"Well, it's good from the moment." Artoria seemed very satisfied. "These are valuable first-hand information. From their words, I can analyze their current living conditions and whether they are satisfied. In their complaints, we can find the shortcomings of administrative management and whether the officials are malfeasant. After I sorted out these, I will investigate the relevant departments and make rectifications."

Caesar glanced a few times and immediately retreated. He really didn't understand what to note about national affairs from "the price of flour has increased recently." In fact, the barbarian probably forgot his internal talent, or it was piled up on other attributes. He was purely a serious fragment of scattered knowledge. Seeing Artoria seriously remembering the shameless words of the Zhang family's parents, Li family's wife in the notebook, the barbarian had the illusion of being out of touch with the times, and was once again ashamed of his actions.

...Of course, this shame disappeared for only one second, because he found that in the "Most Dedicated King" selection program, the fact that the girl was roaming the mainland was not the bottom, and there was also Gilgamesh...

I have to say that this kind of ostrich spirit of self-entertainment is really effective. When Caesar thinks about it, his psychological pressure will disappear completely. In his eyes, Artoria's professional and professional spirit has become a painful expression of incompetence or untrustworthyness and so he can only rely on his own. So Caesar actually showed a pity.

Artoria's Daimao made a contribution again and actually received the radio waves of Caesar. The Daimao King raised his head and smiled softly. This kind of warm smile with a hint of warmth in his dignity was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. The Knight King subconsciously stroked his hair and then found himself wearing a cloak. She smiled and said, "Caisar doesn't need to do it for me, and don't think I live a hard life. If this is the necessary mission of the king, and if this can guide my beloved subjects well, then I am happy to accept all this."

...Caesar's smile froze, and he felt that the shame that was left was stabbed by Artoria's true feelings again.

But just like this... the two of them sat on the bench in the park. The sun was quietly shining, and the golden color exposed in the hood of the cloak was also shining even more by the warm brilliance. This person who pulled up the sword in the stone when he was young, abandoned his identity and dreams as a girl in the name of the chosen king, and fought for the weak body. In the most critical moment of internal and external difficulties, he was like an endless brilliance, illuminating the way forward of this country. The road was originally the most difficult road in the world, but King Arthur chose a more thorny road like a martyr in the king's path. Today she could sit here and smile and say that there was no need for me. Perhaps in the near future, or foreseeable future, this little girl who kept moving forward in the thorns would always be strangled by the illusory but ubiquitous fate.

At this moment, Caesar's uneasy thought was so strong. He suddenly noticed something similar in Artoria's eyes, his yearning for dreams, his resistance to reality, and his shouting for fate...

He suddenly remembered the evaluation of King Arthur when he stood with Hannibal before the north gate of Carmelo and stared at the towering palace. Hannibal said in a calm and sighing tone.

A little girl who is different from them and has not grown up is stupider than them and purer than them.

A strange mood surged into my heart. It was no longer the proud Thunder King's challenge to similar types, nor the promise to c.c, nor the supreme redemption, but purely trying to help a fool, without any pride or promise, just to help a pure person, a brave heart, just for the smile at this time... This reason is enough.

"Uh...what's wrong?" Artoria said strangely, "Is there dust on my face?"

"No." Caesar smiled slightly, "Artolia is very beautiful... People with a certain firm belief will always burst out with surprising beauty. Artolia with this smile is very beautiful."

"Is that true?" Artoria smiled generously, then fell into a trance, and said in surprise, "From childhood to adulthood, this should be the first person who praised my appearance. How should I deal with it?"

"You just need to return the most beautiful smile." Caesar spread his hands and smiled casually. After hearing his words, Artoria's smile was still beautiful, but there were more things that could not be explained. The barbarian turned his head to look at her smile, and felt a heartbeat for a long time. Caesar looked at Artoria deeply and imprinted this smile in his heart.

"How about laughing more in the future?" Caesar stood up, "Continue. His Majesty King Arthur's mission went very smoothly, but Caesar's image creation plan is still not a single one, so we need to work harder."

"Of course... by the way, Caesar, are you going to have dinner together today? I know there is a restaurant where the meals are very delicious." When Artoria talked about eating, the light in her eyes could not be blocked, and her voice was very excited. Caesar looked at the sky speechlessly, and the sun was particularly dazzling at two or three o'clock in the afternoon.

"..." How come this is said? No matter how beautiful the smile is, no matter how pure and tenacious the dream is, in a certain way, foodies are always foodies, which is also an unchangeable fact...

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