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Chapter 48: His Majesty the Merciful Vortigern
In fact, these nobles were overthinking it. Vortigern would not kill them all.

Although these nobles who were driven out of their territories by their people were trash in Vortigern's eyes, they were still human beings after all.

Those free people and serfs who were ruled were not even considered human beings, and Vortigern didn't care about their thoughts at all.

In Vortigern's concept, blood and marriage come first, noble lineage comes second, and family background comes third. As for ordinary people who have no blood and marriage, no noble blood, and are not descendants of rulers, they are just ants and should be trampled upon.

In his heart, Vortigern wished he could kill all these good-for-nothings and replace them with new lords, but there were very few nobles with noble blood under his command. He couldn't make those peasants nobles, could he?
If that happened, even Vortigern himself would laugh at himself, and he would not have the face to be a king.

"Why don't I have people like Kelar under my command?" Vortigern sighed secretly. His foolish brother Uther had so many brave generals and wizards. The leader of the Druid Wizard Group was Merlin, and there were also many Celtic warriors of the first-class heroic level.

But the people under his command are just a bunch of good-for-nothings and useless people. If they are ordered to fight, even the royal city will be defeated.

It seemed that they finally realized that Vortigern had no intention of killing anyone anymore. The nobles began to talk about it. In short, those low-level Ansa bastards began to unite. They held up the flag of Kelar and held a so-called "Gospel of Kelar", claiming that the savior was on earth...

The nobles have absolute control over their own territories, and it is no problem for them to suppress the serfs in their own territories. However, the rebels have grown like a snowball, developing one territory after another, and have now become a very large resistance force.

"Heh~ A group of slaves without even armor dare to rebel against their masters?"

After listening to this, Vortigern sneered and stood up. His tall and mighty figure loomed over everyone. He said, "Then let me crush these slaves' unrealistic fantasies!"

"Since you have declared your allegiance to me, your king, I will naturally help you recover your lost territory."

The nobles naturally knelt on the ground in gratitude: "Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty the merciful Vortigern."

"kindness?"

Even a man like Vortigern couldn't help but be stunned. He knew that this was a nice word used to praise a king, but he never expected that this word would fall on him one day.

Isn't that kindness?
In the Kingdom of Camelot, if a noble abandoned his territory and fled, he would lose his qualifications as a noble and would not be worthy of inheriting the title. His descendants, including his offspring, would all become commoners in the future.

What a terrible ending this is!
Therefore, the Celtic nobles would rather die in battle in their territory than choose to escape.

However, Vortigern simply killed a foreign Ansa man without causing any harm, and then made light of the matter. He was even willing to help them regain their territory. What a kind king he was!

For the nobles, Vortigern was indeed a boss who was more worthy of loyalty than King Uther. Vortigern had completely different faces towards the nobles and the common people.

Of course, the humble king is still a humble king. If Vortigern has enough nobles under his command, he will be more brutal than King Uther. At least today, Vortigern wanted to kill these nobles, but he was worried that after killing them, there would be no nobles for him to enthrone. [At the age of 19, this year, a huge event like the collapse of heaven and earth occurred again in the British Isles. After more than ten years, this was the second time that the humble king Vortigern left his own royal city. ]

[Only this time, Vortigern did not declare war on the Celtic king Uther, but brutally suppressed the uprising rebels in the country. ]

[The rebels were just a group of peasants, so they were naturally unable to resist the invincible Sons of the Age of Gods. They were slaughtered and defeated. The territories occupied by the rebels were quickly recovered. However, some stubborn Ansa people refused to surrender and retreated into the lush forests of the British Isles, leaving Vortigern helpless.]

[Vortigern is not a good man, nor is he a nanny for the nobles. He is a white dragon entrenched in Britain, the king of the island enjoying the afterglow of Britain's Age of Gods. With the arrogance of this son of the Age of Gods, it is already a shame to attack these peasants. If he continues to hunt them down, wouldn't he become a servant of the nobles? ]

[During this period, Kelar had sent the Lord's Guard to deliver a large amount of supplies to these rebels to support their just resistance, but this caused Maple Ridge's finances to become somewhat stretched.]

[After all, the Age of Gods is gradually fading away, and the resource output of Maple Ridge is decreasing every year. There is still no place in the entire British Isles that is declining, and only the capital city of Camelot is left.]

[Altria has become the chief steward of Maple Ridge. With the help of her three aides Qian Gu, Shu Qi, and Xing Ming, she has become an outstanding leader. She will consider the perspective of most people when making any decision, and will not make decisions based on personal preferences.]

[At the age of 14, Altria had grown into a beautiful lady, a perfect match for the Knight King that Kelar knew. It was just a pity that she was still too young and had not grown into the Northern Hemisphere.]

[Altria often dresses like a man. Only when she returns to the castle will she wear a dress that is more feminine, although the dress is also for men...]

[You admire the red dragon you have cultivated yourself. She is kind and enthusiastic, strict but fair, selfless but warm, with wisdom mixed with force. She will not be deceived by anyone's sweet talk, nor will she be blinded by anger. She has her own demands and interests, and is highly unified with the country.]

[You believe that such a king is the true king of perfection. ]

"Lily, you are fourteen years old this year, right?"

Kelar put away the book he was compiling, looked up at Altria, and said, "Come to think of it, I haven't celebrated your birthday yet!"

In fact, this was not popular among the Celts. You can't expect a group of barbarians to have a relaxing and joyful celebration like birthdays. The Celts only celebrated Samhain (equivalent to the Spring Festival), Harvest Festival and Halloween. If they won a war, they would also offer sacrifices to the god of war, Lenus.

"What's a birthday?" Altria was stunned, but she was used to hearing some advanced words and phrases from Kelar from time to time.

Kelar explained: "A birthday is the day a person is born, and it is a festive day to celebrate a person's birthday every year."

"It's a holiday for one person."

(End of this chapter)