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 become a king.

Especially now on the British islands, Camelot, who has vaguely become the number one power, is the king.

They definitely don't want to subdue themselves to a woman.

This makes Morgan very worried.

She hoped that she could inherit her father's ambitions and spread Lott's thoughts throughout Britain.

Only in this way can she be worthy of her father and Lot, who has been heard by herself.

But now, these nobles do not allow themselves to inherit their father's territory, what are they going to do?

"Yeah, she is indeed my daughter." King Youser nodded affirmatively, "Is there any problem with my daughter for my things?"

At this time, the nobleman continued: "Your Majesty, we didn't have the right to talk to you about your things. However, this chalky city is of great significance. This is the capital of Camelot. Become the master of this city. Yes, doesn’t it mean that we are going to be the next King Camelot? Your Majesty, we would never want a woman to be our king."

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

And Lot also looked at these nobles with dangerous eyes.

[These people don't want women to become kings, don't they just want them to have the opportunity to become kings? 】

[After the death of King Usser, they will definitely look for a choice, and then turn Camelot into their own pocket. 】

Morgan listened in her ears, and then she walked over to King Uther's side.

"As the only daughter of my father, I will not inherit his business, so who else can do it? Can you say that you can inherit the business of our family?"

She said to the nobles.

Since you want to cover up, then I will just lift all of your fig leafs.

Take it out and expose it to the sun to see what your color looks like.

Since you don't want me to eat it, don't eat it!

Lift the table~

Especially the nobleman who spoke just now, Morgan also pointed his finger at him.

Just count the most enjoyable you dance.

I'll take you for surgery later.

This nobleman dared not answer.

Although I do have such thoughts in my heart, who would dare to say it?

King Uther seems to be fine at the moment, you say you want to inherit the name of the king of their family.

This is definitely the standard to die.

King Yousef probably can eat him raw, or the kind without seasoning.

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

Now it's different.

King Uther is still fine for now at least.

And it just won a big battle.

Prestige is at its peak.

Moreover, Lot's Orkney is not a weak county. It is an important force that determines the destiny of a national war.

So now Morgan speaks with King Yousef with confidence.

"This……"

This nobleman didn't know what to say.

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

"The chalk city is my territory, right? Even in the capital city, I have absolute power to dispose of it. I told you that the chalk city belongs to Morgan, and that belongs to Morgan. I'm just here to inform you, and It’s not here to solicit your opinions. If anyone has an opinion, you can talk about it as long as you have beaten me."

Naturally, this nobleman dare not.

He didn't know that King Yousef had actually been a foreigner.

He only knew that in his impression, this King Uther was a cruel person who could fight against the humble King Votigung.

Go to fight this kind of person?

How many lives do I have?

This is absolutely impossible.

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

However, even Morgan, who won the Chalk City, was not in a good mood.

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

The king requested by the nobles may be brave or cunning.

But there must be an important premise.

That is a man.

A woman can't be the king of Britain.

Depressed in his heart, Morgan wanted to go back to his bedroom a long time ago.

Lott was also worried about Morgan's mood and left the game with him.

The two returned to their residence.

As soon as I entered the house,

Morgan took Lot's hand and went straight to the bedroom.

What she needs most is a hearty vent.

Lucky dog, quickly use your invincible male dog waist to let me ease my depressed mood.

...

After venting, Morgan vented all the depression in his heart. Lying in Lot's arms, she seemed as good as a kitten at the moment.

"Lott, you said that the resistance of those nobles was too fierce today. What if they all oppose me becoming King of Camelot?"

"Simply, follow me back to Orkney. Believe it or not, in five years, I can use Orkney's prosperity to make these nobles realize how wrong their actions are. To At that time, they would kneel in front of you in batches and ask for your forgiveness."

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

Lott squeezed his throat, learning from the voice of the nobleman who had been taught by Morgan and King Uther just now.

"Hey, you are disgusting, and I feel a little vomiting when it's disgusting."

Morgan said to Lott with a look of disgust.

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

"Ha ha……"

Lott grabbed Morgan's hand.

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

"Well, hold me tight."

Morgan said to Lott.

At the same time, she adjusted a comfortable posture.

If you want to directly pillow your arms, it is not feasible. After a long time, your arms will become numb and sore, and the slutty dog ​​will be very uncomfortable. So, he buried his head directly on his chest, wrapped his arms around his waist, and two legs tightly twisted one of his legs.

Segouzi looked down like this, just to see her long hair and hips.

Okay, this posture is good and suitable for rest.

Morgan lay down like this.

And when she lay like this, Lott was thinking about the queen in her heart.

[In this era, there are patrilineal clan societies, and the status of women is really not high. It is no wonder that queens are much less than male kings. 】

[Moreover, many queens rely on military merit to maintain their dominance. Unfortunately, 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 it be possible for Morgan to rule the country smoothly. 】

[To solve this solution, the best idea is to adopt an examination system, to be precise, it is a civil service examination and a knight competition. Through examinations, we can find a group of new officials who are following their orders. They are originally from a low status, so it is easier to be grateful to the freshmen who hired them. 】

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

[And in this era of Britain, there are still many powerful knights in the wild. In fact, it is not too difficult to find. 】

[However, is this a bit too deviant? Would Morgan like it? This thing is not easy to do for all the nobles. If she did this, the risk would be great, and the nobles would definitely interfere. 】

[So, let's wait until the territories are more powerful. Don’t worry about becoming a king. 】

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

This solution is exactly what I like.

Any compromises,

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

As for the guts...

Are you kidding me? The most important thing I lack is courage.

Morgan thought enough in his mind.

This matter must be executed after he becomes the king.

Let these nobles quickly surrender 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 more]

While Morgan was still trying to listen to Lott's continued thinking, Lott stopped at this moment.

He reached out and put his arms 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 do you become a queen?

I still want to know.

Don't get stuck in this place.

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

...

When Morgan was still asleep, King Uther was already standing on the highest platform of 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 body is getting worse and worse.

It is estimated that he will soon be unable to support it.

Therefore, instead of seeing a critically ill king lying motionless on the hospital bed in the following days, and letting the various nobles do the calculations at that time, it is better to leave as soon as possible. At least leave an unknown threat to those nobles.