As Lin Zhan happily discussed food with his wife, William, Lancelot, and the Dragon Knight returned to their villa.
William shed his boisterous disguise, his eyes gleaming with intelligence, and said to Lancelot, "Mr. Lancelot, for the next period, we must do our best to accommodate all of China's demands for resources and do our utmost to foster good relations with them."
He then turned to the Dragon Knight, saying, "Charles, find more excuses in the coming days to send more resources to Lin Zhan. Also, Lin Zhan has a sister, and doesn't your family have a son? You could subtly mention it and see if there's a possibility of a marriage alliance."
Dragon Knight Charles pondered for a moment and replied, "Prince William, would Lin Zhan accept money from me for no reason? Don't we need to find some excuses? Furthermore, I don't want my son to marry a foreign woman; it would affect the purity of my bloodline."
William glared at Charles exasperatedly. "You don't want to marry? I can tell you clearly, the Lin family will not agree to this marriage because we are not worthy. If your son truly manages to marry Lin Zhan's sister, then your entire family should worship this girl as an ancestor."
"Moreover, it would be best if you brought up this marriage yourself because you are foolish enough that Lin Zhan won't kill you. As for sending money to Lin Zhan, you don't need any excuses; you are the best excuse. In Lin Zhan's eyes, you are already a human ATM."
Lancelot, seeing Charles's dejected expression, turned to William and said, "Your Highness, aren't we being too hasty with this? King Arthur intended to make decisions after the Chinese powerhouses arrived in Great Britain, preferably after conflicts arose with those old bastards."
William chuckled. "Father underestimates China too much. Does he really think those ancestors of China who have lived for thousands upon thousands of years can't see through our true nature? The reason China hasn't acted yet is simply because they haven't figured out which lineage of humanity we are descended from. Once the identities of those old guys in the forbidden zones are truly clarified, you'll see if China doesn't dispatch those terrifying beings who have lived for countless years to eliminate them."
"Therefore, only by pledging allegiance to China at the first opportunity can we preserve ourselves. Look at China's ancestors; they genuinely treat their descendants as juniors to be cared for, fundamentally still acknowledging themselves as human. But the old immortals behind us don't treat us as their offspring, nor do they even see themselves as human."
"They even gave themselves a name, 'God Clan.' It's truly disgusting. Don't they know China's ancient adversary among the myriad races is the God Clan? Aren't they afraid China will just deal with them all in passing?"
Lancelot and Charles also recalled the so-called God Clan ancestors behind them and, considering their usual actions, couldn't help but feel indignant.
The two then bowed to William and said, "Please rest assured, Your Highness. The Round Table Knights and the Dragon Knights will forever be loyal to the King of Knights and the King's bloodline, adhering to the knightly code, and protecting the proliferation of humanity. For this oath, we shall not regret even death."
William helped them up and said casually, "Get up, my loyal knights. With our small arms and legs, it's good enough if we can protect ourselves. As for protecting the proliferation of humanity, let's leave that to the big players like China."
Saying this, he put his arms around two beautiful British maids beside him and walked towards the bedroom. "Alas, I don't know what kind of wine my lucky elder brother served that has made me feel this way. You two loyal knights should also get some rest."
Charles watched William's retreating figure and fell into deep contemplation, a scene that intrigued Lancelot, as Charles was usually a dim-witted individual who rarely used his brain.
Lancelot, with a curious look, asked Charles, "Charles, what are you pondering that has made you so silent?"
Charles looked at Lancelot and said, "Lord Lancelot, Prince William seems to be only 17 years old."
Lancelot nodded in agreement, "Yes, but what does that have to do with anything? Warriors' bodies and desires are inherently more intense, and it's not the first time a maid has served them."
Charles, however, shook his head. "You've misunderstood. I meant, King Arthur is over 120 years old. How did he manage it? He was still able to have young Prince William at the advanced age of over 100. That old fellow truly has good health. Lord Lancelot, you say if His Majesty were to take another young queen, could he still give us another young prince?"
Lancelot's blood pressure instantly spiked, and he muttered to himself in frustration, "I shouldn't have believed that idiot Charles could think for himself. No, even having this thought was a mistake."
He then shot Charles an annoyed glance and walked towards his own bedroom.
The next day, at 8 AM, Lin Zhan slowly opened his eyes. He looked at his beloved beside him and held her close.
Looking at Zhang Lingxiu's fluttering eyelashes, Lin Zhan gently said, "My dear, what would you like for breakfast? I'll prepare it."
Zhang Lingxiu gave Lin Zhan a sidelong glance. "What more do you want to eat? We ate enough last night. Since you're awake, get up quickly, or Haoming will come running in, and Grandpa Xiang is here too."
Lin Zhan chuckled and pulled the covers tighter over Zhang Lingxiu. "Wife, you sleep a little longer. I'll make some arrangements. Old Xiao and the others will be returning one by one today, so I need to prepare in advance."
After washing up, Lin Zhan immediately left the room and saw an old man and a young boy already seated at the dining table, devouring food.
The young Taoist Zhang Haoming was eating large meat buns while gnawing on a roasted lamb leg, and the elder Lin Xiang was not to be outdone, gnawing on roast chicken and drinking the leftover blood ginseng wine from the previous night.
Lin Zhan stared dumbfoundedly at the old man and the young boy, who seemed to be in a competition. "Grandpa Xiang, what are you two doing?"
Elder Lin Xiang glared at Lin Zhan and then shouted to a nearby attendant, "Quickly bring my scallion braised sea cucumber!"
The young Taoist Zhang Haoming, not to be outdone, shouted, "And my shark fin fried rice!"
Lin Zhan looked at the old man and the young boy and said, "So, you're enjoying a feast here."
He then turned to the attendant and shouted, "Bring me one of everything too. And prepare some light food for the young madam, and some high-grade spiritual fruits juiced. When the young madam wakes up, let her eat breakfast before coming out."