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Chapter 22 Believe in the wisdom of future generations

"It's hard for King Uther."

Kelar shook his head and sighed, "He is a mortal king with no talent. Not only was he beaten by Vortigern, but he also has the bad goblins and Rome, the troublemaker. It is not easy for him to maintain the current situation."

However, one thing is that King Uther was simply incompetent. He would not give orders recklessly, and would not force his troops to go to war unreasonably just for the sake of face if he could not win the battle. So he was not a foolish ruler.

If he was really a brainless, useless and incompetent emperor like Chongzhen, he would have been hanged on the crooked tree in Camelot long ago.

Think about it, the Celts worshipped strength the most and were a completely strong-loving nation. But Vortigern was so strong that he symbolized the wrath of the British Isles. He was the son of the Age of Gods and the king of the island. However, most of the Celtic lords were still loyal to King Uther instead of the more powerful Vortigern.

Firstly, Vortigern's character was despicable. Even in the primitive Celtic society with little morality, he was dubbed the "lowly king" and was despised by most Celts.

Secondly, King Uther did a pretty good job. Although he was not very martial, he still had some civil skills. He had done a pretty good job of pacifying and uniting the Celtic lords over the years. Even after losing the war, his prestige had increased a bit...

After all, the Celtic lords who had witnessed Vortigern's absolute dominance and destructive power on the battlefield would not think that they could not defeat Vortigern because King Uther was too weak.

"Kelar!"

Hearing Kelar saying that he had no talent and that it was difficult for King Uther, Hector, as his confidant, became angry: "I don't know what King Uther has done to make you disrespect him so much that you don't even want to call him 'Your Majesty'!"

"Please, it is you who are loyal to King Uther, not me!" Kelar said confidently: "My vassal's vassal is not my vassal, and I will only be loyal to one king in the future!"

Hector was unable to refute and became even angrier. He came back this time to comfort his son and tell him not to lose heart.

After all, his son finally looked like a Celtic warrior, but his first suggestion was rejected by King Uther. Sir Hector was afraid that his son would be hurt.

As a result, the son was not hit hard, but he was very angry. He should not have come back today!

In fact, after receiving Kelar's letter, Hector could not even wait overnight and woke up King Uther who was sleeping. The king and his minister began to discuss this major event that could determine the future of the two nations in King Uther's bedroom.

Fortunately, King Uther was not in a bad mood when he woke up. Even though he was woken up from his sleep, he still rationally rejected Hector's proposal.

King Uther doesn't have many years left to live, and his health is getting worse and worse. What he has to do now is to maintain stability, and do everything possible to pave the way for the Sword in the Stone while maintaining stability, so that the throne can be smoothly transferred to the next king, Artoria.

King Uther also saw himself clearly. He was very self-aware and knew that he was not the chosen one to save the Celtics and Britain, so he left everything to the next generation.

Believe in the wisdom of future generations!
Apart from his somewhat irresponsible behavior, King Uther was already an above average king because he was able to recognize himself. At least he would not lead 50,000 men out to fight with overflowing confidence and then be captured and made to knock on the door as an international student.

"You can do it yourself!"

The argument came to an end, and Hector sighed: "Kailar, you have always been very opinionated since you were a child, and I can't control you..."

"You are my most outstanding son. I sincerely hope that you are right. Your so-called education really has the power to change the fate of Britain, rather than the foolish and naive words of a child."

Hector hugged Kelar and said, "I don't want your ideals to fail and be written into poems by bards and sung by later Celts as a 'fool'. If you are really right, then you should stick to it!"

"But you have to remember one thing: Don't fail!"

In Britain, bards have a very high status. Even Cuchulainn, the son of the God-King, could not refuse the bards' requests. They can almost be regarded as alternative historians.

Bards would record the deeds of nobles and heroes and sing them, so that the epics of heroes would be passed down to later generations and the follies of fools would also be known to later generations.

If Kelar had failed, his benevolent teachings would have become aiding the enemy. Even if they would be understood by future generations thousands of years later, he would certainly have been the object of ridicule by the Ansas and Celts during these thousands of years, and countless derogatory words based on Kelar would have been born.

This was a terrible ending. Hector loved his son, and he would rather Kelar be an invincible and bloody Celtic barbarian on the battlefield than have him end up like this.

And Kelar's answer remains the same.

“What is right is always right, even if it is rejected ten thousand times, even if no one understands it, it is still right.”

After last night's enlightenment, Kelar is no longer confused.

Sir Ector rode away, having come with a heart full of joy, and leaving with a heart full of sorrow.

But Kailar was no longer in the mood to think about his father's feelings, because the extremely efficient sister Morgan had already sent a message. "Kai, leave Maple Ridge quickly. The humble king ordered Hengist to lead 70,000 Ansar people to go south along the sea."

Morgan's voice was a little anxious: "We will arrive in Kent County tonight at the latest, and invade Maple Ridge tomorrow!"

"..."

Even Kelar was stunned by the news. He took a few deep breaths, tried to calm himself down, and said, "I understand."

"It's already this late, and you still know?" Morgan's anxious voice came, "Quickly pack up your property and leave. I know you are capable, but with just the number of people you have, you are no match for 70,000 people."

Indeed, the Mandarin Duck Formation is not completely invincible. This formation has limited invincibility and can only achieve incredible results in limited terrain.

If Kelar had 50,000 men, he could try to artificially change the terrain and defeat hundreds of thousands of Ansa people without any problem.

But now he has only more than 3,000 people, and he is short of manpower. He cannot form a favorable terrain at all. Even if he practices the Mandarin Duck Formation to perfection, facing an enemy that is more than twenty times his number, there will definitely be loopholes everywhere.

If these people were sent into battle, the end result would be that they would all be killed.

Kelar didn't want anyone to die, not even...

He also didn't want the invading enemies, the Ansa people, to die.

Because he knew that the vast majority of ordinary people in Ansa, who were oppressed and had no voice, just wanted to survive, and if they had a choice, they would never want to start a war.

The only people who really deserve to die are the humble King Vortigern who started the war, his lackeys Hengist and Horsa, and those running dogs!
Kelar doesn't want to hurt anyone, but he can't just sit there and wait for death. This seems to be an unsolvable dilemma.

And Kelar is not without a way out. As Morgan said, he can become a general of divine retreat and bring Altria back to the capital Camelot during the day and night. He believes that not only will he not be punished, but he will still be valued by King Uther.

Even King Uther himself would send troops to help him regain his territory.

He knew it, Kelar, always knew it.

but--

"I won't leave."

Kelar said calmly: "If I leave, my teaching will be a joke. Both the Celts and the Ansas will 'recognize' my true colors!"

Since we have Shang Yang's words and deeds, why should we fear his end?
Isn’t it just dying without a complete body and without a burial place?

If you want to practice the saints' teachings, is it just a matter of paying lip service and condescendingly rewarding some insignificant supplies when there is no danger at all?
"Morgan, there's no need to persuade me. If I abandon the people of Maple Ridge and flee, not only will the Celts look down on me, but the Ansa will also think that my teachings are just childish. My ideals and years of hard work will all go to waste."

Kelar said calmly: "Seventy thousand Ansars? I understand."

After cutting off the spiritual connection with Morgan, a blazing fire burned in Kelar's eyes, and in the fire, there was a heart-pounding emotion.

If it weren't for the enlightenment yesterday, Kelar might be confused, at a loss, and indecisive, not knowing whether to retreat or hold on.

But now, Kelar had no hesitation at all.

"Killing is unlucky! Didn't I tell you that before?"

Kelar sighed faintly: "Why do people always want to break my laws?"

"Life is so precious, Vortigern, Hengist... Who gave you the right to trample on life?"

The fire in Kelar's eyes grew stronger and stronger, as if some quality had awakened.

Inside the castle, only Kelar's voice could be heard softly.

"I will defeat you, and I will make you...listen to my teachings!"

(End of this chapter)