No one knows King Arthur better than I do

But Merlin really stopped doing these things a long time ago.

But this time he played harder.

Assassinate the royal family, deceive the knights of the round table, dispatch troops at will, and even be suspected of leaking core information to the outside world!

After this series of things, even if you put him on the execution platform and behead him ten times, twenty times is not too much.

So when Merlin was put on the execution platform, and then Karl told the crimes committed by Merlin one by one, the whole square erupted in cheers.

Originally, Britain could not be so unified.

It was still in the Camelot period before, and Arturia had a lot of conflicts with the nobles of Camelot after she elected the round table meeting.

Later, after Camelot developed to Britain, more and more nobles joined, and even the twelve kings of the British Isle also joined Britain-under such circumstances, Britain should be discussing a matter at this time We have to play football back and forth for a long time.

But only in the matter of executing Merlin, this group of people showed amazing efficiency.

——No one pleaded for Merlin!

It's not that I don't dare, it's that I don't want to.

Carl was wearing the silver knight's armor like this, supporting his body with the sword in the stone in both hands, looking at Merlin who was pressed on the execution platform.

"Starting today, Prophet Merlin is dead!"

Carl said this out loud, and then whispered the rest to Merlin alone.

"—Our other accounts will be calculated slowly later."

Following Carl's words, the sword in the stone landed directly on Merlin's neck amidst Merlin's wry smile.

In the blink of an eye, the head fell to the ground, and then there were unprecedented cheers from the entire Britannia Square.

The whole world celebrates, and everyone is happy.

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"The trial in front of people is over, so you can sign this."

Carl sat beside the big lake where the fairy in the lake was, looked at Merlin who was kneeling here, and then took a contract from Morgan and the three knights who came with him, and placed it in front of Merlin.

——Merlin certainly wouldn't die so easily.

As a nightmare, an extremely rare existence like Merlin would basically not be killed.

The Sword in the Stone couldn't kill him either.

Be it holy sword or magic sword, he can't do anything about these things.

As long as there is magic power, Merlin can basically recover slowly no matter what injuries he receives.

But he is not invincible.

Just like the hair that was burned off by the fire from Vortigern, it is gone.

I can't grow out of this life.

The white dragon that could devour brilliance directly burned all the concepts in Merlin's hair.

In other words, Merlin has been bald all his life.

And the legs couldn't recover either.

Because this leg was hit by Karl.

Things like Xinghui have a great restraint effect on the Age of Gods group. It can even hurt monsters like Vortigern, let alone Merlin.

Only Karl can heal his leg.

But whether Carl will treat him is another question.

"Sign it, after you sign this contract, you are ready to stay here for the rest of your life. If you have nothing to do, don't always use clairvoyance to peek around... Forget it, you can read it if you want, anyway, the white Dragons left behind technology that blocks your clairvoyance."

Strictly speaking, this contract was not harsh on Merlin, but it limited his activities around the lake.

It stands to reason that if Merlin has clairvoyance and has a good relationship with the fairies in the lake here, then this fate is not too bad.

After watching Merlin sign the contract with a sad face, Karl asked him to give him a ring, the medium for using illusion, and then left with Morgan and the three knights.

"It always feels cheap to him."

Morgan is still frowning.

"I remember that the relationship between Merlin and the fairies in the lake is not bad. When he was in danger, he asked these fairies in the lake for help. So if he lives here, it might be the same as old age, tsk..."

Thinking that Merlin might be doing well, Morgan became very angry.

But Karl thinks it's okay.

After teaching Merlin a few times, even though he didn't know that he was Lucius, he now felt that he and Merlin didn't really have much enmity.

Then he left with Morgan and the three knights.

Now that Merlin's problem has been resolved, Karl will leave Britain and go to Rome to find Artoria.

As for Merlin...

After watching Carl and the others leave, he watched the demons dancing wildly behind him, the hands growing from all directions and Vivian, whose eyes were glowing red, hugged his head for a moment.

"Don't slap your face!"

The Fairy of the Lake and Merlin's collaborators have a good relationship.

But the relationship with Merlin—in fact, it can no longer be described as a simple difference!

——Because the difference is far from enough to describe how bad the relationship between these fairies in the lake and Merlin is!

So right now, it's all revenge and revenge.

And when she thought of being able to teach Merlin several times a day, and even beat Merlin to vent her anger when she was in a bad mood, Vivienne felt happy.

In short, Merlin deserved what he deserved right now, with a bald head and broken legs, and his old age is unknown.

Although he is still planning some things, it is impossible to jump out and do things casually.

……

32. Please give me advice for the rest of my life

Morgan looked at Carl, who was ready to go, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

She still felt it was too dangerous for Karl to go to Rome.

But Karl temporarily used the crystal ball to communicate with Scathach, confirmed Caesar's current appearance, and used the ring Merlin gave him to become a Caesar who was slightly fatter than the Caesar they saw before. It looks like Caesar who has grown stronger.

At the moment it looks passable.

But Karl estimated that after a while, Caesar might be raised as a fat man by the state of all races.

--sad(

"Don't try to persuade me anymore...King Arthur must come back. First of all, it's one thing that she can't just get married like this. Secondly, I don't want to be the king of Britain."

When confronted by Morgan, Carl reverts to his own self.

"Arturia also said it in her letter, and she said it before—that she is not suitable to be a king."

"To be honest, I don't think anyone is more suitable to be a king than her."

Carl turned his back to Morgan, and looked towards the sea where Rome was located.

It was delayed for a day because of Merlin's trial. If Artoria had taken the boat, then it might be time to arrive in Rome by now.

"I don't deny that sometimes Artoria is indeed a distressed existence in the position of king, but she is different from me-I am not a king, so I can easily propose All kinds of opinions come, because I can do whatever I want, and I don't have any responsibility that belongs to the king..."

"The minister speaks out, and then the king will judge whether it is right or wrong."

"That's why I think that as a king, you still have a little bit of your own personality, and you can use your own personality and will to develop some things that are wrong into right, which is better."

"It is true that Artoria does not know how to lead and guide the people and subjects, but she is undoubtedly far superior to me in taking responsibility."

Having said that, Carl couldn't help but turn around and smiled wryly at Morgan.

"If such a big burden and responsibility are placed on me, then I'm afraid I won't even be able to sleep well."

Carl never told anyone about these things.

It was also the first time Morgan heard Carl say that.

But she could understand Carl.

Because she knew Karl was such a person from a long time ago.

Some things can be done for some sense of responsibility.

So if he becomes the king, then the sense of responsibility of the whole country will be on him-although Morgan still doesn't think that this will cause problems for Karl, but living like that will definitely make Karl feel very tired.

"I used to have a period of time when I felt very tired. After I was tired, I relaxed completely when I relaxed-I realized at this time that I might just like to lie lazily in my tavern. , find a comfortable place, do something every day, and talk about those messy things when you come."

"That's why I think Artoria is more suitable to be a king than me."

——Better able to bear the pressure than him

——Thinking more wholeheartedly for the country and the people than him.

——better able to deal with mistakes than he is.

Although Artoria has none of Karl's advantages, Artoria has none of Karl's shortcomings.

Just like their respective identities.

Karl is the first generation who has reached the pinnacle of technology in various aspects, but is unstable.

And Arturia is the second generation who is more stable than the first generation, although compromises have been made in all aspects.

Artoria felt that Karl was more capable and more suitable to become king.

Karl felt that Artoria's will was firmer and she was more suitable to be king.

Both acknowledge each other...

After all, that's how they are.

"So don't try to persuade me. If Artoria doesn't come back, then apart from the guys from the Land of Ten Thousand Races, I suspect that the Knights of the Round Table might come to bother me by then—I don't want to be king."

Carl, who said so, turned around suddenly after walking a certain distance, and smiled at Morgan.

"Morgan, you should stay here in Britain and stabilize here. When I come back, after all these messy things are over, I will find a prosperous, peaceful city, preferably with excellent lighting. At that time, I may I will also open a small shop, and then slowly wear away the rest of my life.”

Carl said so, standing some distance away from Morgan, and stretched out his hand to Morgan.

"At that time, can you accept me who is useless, lazy every day, neither a hero nor a king?"

Hearing what Carl said, Morgan suddenly laughed.

Then she also stretched out her hand, took a few steps forward, and put her hand on Carl's.

"I'm the one...I'll call you when you're sleeping late, I'll pull you to do something when you're lazy, and you might find me a little annoying when you're not motivated—but you're not a hero or a king. Question, if you can accept me like this..."

Having said that, as a gust of wind blows through this time of autumn, the golden wheat fields growing all over the ground also stroke Morgan's long hair.

And Morgan himself pushed the blond hair that was purer than the wheat field behind his ears, and then showed a dumbfounded Carl with a smile that was brighter and warmer than the sun at noon.

"—Then please advise me for the rest of my life."

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Artoria has arrived in Rome at this moment.

Originally, according to her original thought, it might have been two days later when she arrived at this position.

But when she was running with all her strength, she boarded the newest ship in Rome, and she finally realized that Rome, from the four monarchies more than ten years ago to the present, has made Rome, a huge empire that seems to be divided, progress. How many.

Faster ships, more prosperous cities, busier streets, more confident people...

To be honest, if Arturia hadn't seen Karl, the city of miracles, the land of all races, she would even be frightened by the vigor of Rome in front of her.

You know, Rome was a pretty old empire.

Such an empire still has this level of vigor... This is a terrible thing in itself.

Fortunately, we still have Carl!

With this in mind, Artoria took the letter and cronies, and the label engraved with magic on the envelope basically became her passport to enter the city of Rome, and she didn't even let her pull it out. The 'invisible sword', the soldier who recognized the coat of arms took her directly to Lucius, one of the four emperors of Rome.

Because although Rome had a four-monarchy system, the emperor's council was the highest in name.