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Gawain was about to leave when the door of the tent was opened. Gawain felt a cool breeze blowing across the back of his head, and Menechel had grasped the great sword in his hand without knowing when.

"Lord Menechel, the refugees seem to be attacking the gates of Toren's Square City." A knight said after saluting.

"I am not now." Just as Menachere was about to send the knight to find Kai, he suddenly heard a key point. He was stunned and subconsciously asked: "Refugees? Those people are not dead yet."

"Lord Menachel, your previous order was to drive them away, so..."

Menechel's face darkened, and he was secretly glad that the refugees were attacking the gate of Tollen's city. He ignored Gawain who was hesitant to speak, and directly issued an order: "All troops, prepare to attack the city."

As he spoke, he glanced at the knight who came to report: "Don't tell Kai yet. Report to Kai after the siege begins."

Since he didn't care about his reputation anymore, Minashel didn't mind making fun of himself again. But he was worried that Kai would lose his patience and order the refugees to be taken into the military camp.

"But, Master Menachere, Master Kai is not now..."

"Stop talking nonsense." Menechel glared at the knight who was talking, put on his armor and said, "The king's order will be carried out tomorrow. Tonight I am the commander-in-chief of this team!"

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Chapter 56: Qixi Extra Chapter: My girlfriend asked me to participate in the joint meeting

2023-07-29

This is a side story, and the timeline is one year after the main story.

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"is it him?"

"Much younger than the rumors say?"

Even if he didn't listen to the conversations of the young girls and women, every word was clear to Menachel's ears. At this moment, he could only pretend not to hear and drink alone. The overly tight and luxurious dress made him feel uncomfortable all over.

Why on earth did it turn out like this?

Menechel's eyes were dull. To be honest, he had not returned to Camelot for a long time, but his return this time was not for a vacation, although that was what Altria said... at least that was not what Menechel understood.

He was transferred back to deal with Camelot's "diplomatic" work. At this time, Menechel took off the armor he always wore, put down the big sword that was out of tune with the festive atmosphere, changed into this extremely impractical dress, and put on white gloves that restricted the movement of his palms.

This was to celebrate the signing of a friendly cooperation agreement between King Arthur and King Meudkuhn, and the two countries jointly held a warm celebration, as if to highlight King Arthur's importance of this matter. Menechel, who had been avoiding the complicated court struggles in Camelot under the pretext of an expedition, was also pulled from his fiefdom to serve as a face.

"You are all wearing this kind of clothes. What will you do if you are attacked later?" He thought viciously in his heart, but it was just a thought - with Menachel's current fame, it is estimated that no assassin would be so stupid as to attack a celebration with him in attendance.

Thinking of this, Menachel couldn't help but sigh softly. He drank half of the wine in the glass. At this moment, a girl who had just gathered together to talk about Menachel came over with a glass of wine in her hand.

The luxurious white dress perfectly showcased her youthful and slender figure, and her every move showed her good aristocratic upbringing.

Although this noble girl was excellent in appearance, unfortunately her temperament did not meet Menachel's requirements for a spouse. But didn't Altria ask him to come over just to let him sell his body?

The girl, who knew nothing about Minachell's mental activities, sat down slowly. She chose a seat closest to Minachell and sat down with a naive smile on her face.

Feeling the gaze that had been lingering on his face, Menachel, knowing that he could not avoid this trouble, barely managed to hold his temper and did not leave immediately. He turned around and asked in a calm tone: "My beautiful lady, is there anything I can do for you?"

For the sake of Altria's cause, Menechel used the social etiquette of knights for the first time in Camelot. No one could force Menechel to use standard knightly etiquette, so the useless knowledge taught by Merlin when he was a child had become stumbling before he spoke it out.

The feeling of embarrassment made Minashel want to touch his face with his hand. He would not have pretended to be a gentleman if he had known this. As he was thinking to himself, he was about to find a reason to leave when a clear and pleasant laugh came from beside him.

The girl stroked her mouth with one hand and laughed as quietly as possible. She took a deep breath and easily lowered her right hand from covering her mouth, but a hint of smile remained in her eyes.

"Although I was a little resistant when my father asked me to contact you, I am very happy to get along with you now." The girl said as she raised the wine glass in her hand, indicating a toast with Menachel.

"Don't be so serious, can you smile a little?"

Menechel's hand was stiff as it touched the cup's bottom. It wasn't that he was stingy with his smile, but Kai once said mercilessly that his smile seemed to mock and despise others.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your cordial exchange."

Menechel's body trembled. At this moment, this familiar voice revealed a barely perceptible chill. It was the same cold tone as usual, but Menechel caught a hint of anger from it.

Turning his head, he met Altria's cold green eyes. A sense of guilt of being caught cheating surged in his heart, and he lowered his head in shame. But then he thought, he was "cheating on orders" and they had only talked for a few words.

Suddenly, Menechel became righteous again. He raised his head and saw the same pair of green eyes staring at him. The momentum he had just raised wilted again.

"Lord King Arthur."

"king."

The two people sitting on the chairs stood up and bowed to Artoria. Artoria ignored Menechel and nodded to the noble girl who came over to chat with Menechel.

"Though subjectively I don't want to ruin the beginning of a beautiful marriage between a man and a woman." Altria took a deep breath before continuing, "But I'm very sorry, Miss Spyrot, I need Minachell to help me with something now."

As if she had deliberately not added the [Lord], Altria stood quietly there waiting for the noble daughter of Spyrot to express her opinion.

"In fact, Lord Menachere and I were just chatting for a few minutes. Of course, we didn't dare to disturb the kingdom's important affairs."

"In that case." Altria turned to look at the weak knight who had just been awarded the title of the first knight in all of Europe. She said expressionlessly, "Sir Menechel, please follow me."

"Yes."

Menechel followed behind Altria obediently, passing Gawain who was chatting with a group of girls and Kai who decisively rejected all the girls who approached him and drank alone, but Altria still did not stop, just walked forward without saying a word. The two of them walked through the long corridor, one in front and one behind, keeping a safe distance close to each other but not touching each other.

Finally, at the window sill where there were fewer people, Altria stopped.

"Sorry, I was impulsive just now."

Just when Menechel was thinking about how to explain what had just happened, Altria apologized first. The girl's ears were a little red, and she seemed to be ashamed of her abrupt behavior.

"Come to think of it, I have no reason to restrict your socializing. It's just that after seeing what happened just now, I felt... I don't know how to describe it. It's like the Sword in the Stone has suddenly been controlled by someone else."

This inexplicable feeling made Artoria panic. It was the first time she faced such a situation. She just felt wronged and only wanted to use the most primitive method to take Menachel away from that woman.

"No, to be precise, it's my fault." Minachell also looked away at the same time, his eyes wandering around the layout of the venue. "I clearly said that I would wait for you until you leave office, but I took advantage of the loophole in the agreement and flirted with a strange woman."

It was obvious that the word "strange woman" pleased Altria very much. The girl rarely showed a satisfied smile, and hummed twice with a slight nasal tone: "Although I don't object to you talking to other women, you'd better stay away from socialites like the lady just now who has been with countless knights... If you are not careful, you will be bewitched by her sweet words."

"Is that so? I didn't notice it at all."

Minachell was stunned. From the conversation just now, Minachell did not feel any deliberateness from the other party. If the other party suddenly attacked, wouldn't he be completely unprepared?

Thinking of this, Menechel's expression darkened.

"It doesn't matter, as long as I can recognize it and you trust my judgment." Altria curled the corners of her lips, and her fingers "accidentally" hooked and touched Menechel's fingers.

"Of course, I will always believe in you." Menechel immediately understood and hooked his fingers together with Altria's.

"No matter when or where, I will believe in you as firmly as you believe in me."

Two groups of fireworks made up of magic power in the sky were entangled together unconsciously. In front of the window sill, a young man and woman who were looking up at this scene, their fingers and hearts slowly overlapped like fireworks.

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Chapter 57: A Tasteful Remain

2023-07-29

In the Toruń Square City, seeing a large group of figures in the distance, the guards all showed nervous expressions on their faces. The city gates were closed and guarded by two knights to prevent someone's siege strategy. The archers had already pulled their bowstrings to the full extent, pointing at the figures leaping in the distance.

The fire on the wall illuminated the ragged clothes of the attackers, and their weak and feeble steps showed that the life of these people was about to be extinguished. The guards who had just been on high alert showed a relaxed expression on their faces after seeing that the attackers were just the soldiers released a few days ago.

The two rebel kings were the exception. King Yalo was crouching on the city wall in disbelief. He had just received a report from his soldiers and rushed out of the palace. He never thought that these so-called storming the city were refugees who had been driven out of the city not long ago. He turned to look at King Biz: "Didn't you say that Camelot would definitely take them in?"

The news that was suppressed by Kai did not reach the ears of the two rebel kings in Tollen City. At this time, King Biz also had an unpleasant look on his face. He looked at the refugees banging on the city gate and cursed dryly: "I didn't expect that Menechel was so short-sighted that he would sacrifice the future of Camelot in order to defeat us."

Camelot, having lost the support of the people, no longer has any legitimacy, and thus Camelot is no different from other separatist lords.

"In that case, shoot." King Yaluo's eyes flashed with ferocity. It was time to take this opportunity to release the frustration of being trapped in the city by enemies and unable to get out.

"It's not worth wasting hundreds of arrows on these guys."

"so what should I do now?"

"Open the city gates and let the people in. It will be more efficient to kill them with swords." King Biz said this with a gloomy expression. He was not worried that this group of refugees, who had lost most of their numbers and were starving to death, would start a riot. He said meaningfully, "Besides, the food in the city is almost exhausted."

King Yaluo's expression changed, and he distanced himself from King Biz with some discomfort.

So after discussion between the two kings, the gate of Torrhen, which had been attacked by Camelot for four days but had not been taken, was slowly opened. The refugees rushed into the city frantically as if grasping at their last straw, but the knights who had been waiting on both sides of the city were not in a hurry to draw their swords. The orders they received were that they could only take action when the city gates were closed.

But even so, there are still many people who cast their greedy eyes on the women among the refugees.

The lookout on the platform temporarily turned his attention to the refugees below, thinking about how to convince his companions to let him have a share.

At this moment, the ground shook violently, and the watchman raised his head belatedly, only to see a faint thin line outside the city gate under the cover of scattered refugees.

He couldn't help but feel puzzled, and when he looked carefully again, the thin line had become clearly visible - it was a cavalry.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Close the city gates!"

He didn't know why Camelot suddenly had cavalry, but the lookout, who was frightened and sweating, reacted very quickly. He shouted to notify the soldiers guarding the city gate below, but it was too difficult to close the city gate with the surging and crowded refugees. The soldiers guarding the city drew their swords in anger and chopped down the refugees closest to them.

The air was suddenly filled with a strong smell of blood, but the smell of blood only irritated the nerves of the refugees once again. Instead of calming down, the chaos became more and more intense.

"Shoot! Shoot!"

In a hurry, someone shouted loudly, and the archers on the city wall had no time to think. They released the bowstrings that had been fully drawn, and a rain of arrows shot indiscriminately towards the enemies in the distance.

But the thunder that had become the nightmare of every guard on the Toren side rang out again, but this time there was no magnificent visual impact of the lightning snake blockade. Instead, a blood-colored stream of light was seen approaching in the distance, dragging a dazzling stream of light.

Although he didn't know why the gates of Toren Square City had not been closed until now, Menechel knew what he should do most at this moment. He used all his strength to detonate his magic power. The burns caused by the high temperature and the explosion could not affect him. The whistling wind and noisy footsteps in his ears gradually faded away, and the world gradually slowed down.

The city gate was getting closer and closer. Menechel's toes landed on the ground again. He turned around and drew out the big sword. He detonated the magic power in his body for the second time.

Be it people or city gates, Menechel passed through all obstacles in front of him like a flash of lightning, with human tissue and city bricks intricately intertwined.

After landing, Menechel endured the severe pain and dizziness, turned sideways and swung his sword towards the place with the most people in his peripheral vision. The blade roared and tore through the crowd, and the originally crowded city gate was left with a pile of scattered fragments.

At this time, blood began to drip from the sky. Lightning protected a few meters around Menechel, but the vast space was already filled with blood mist.

Some knights wanted to move forward, but were stopped by more retreating knights. At this time, a large number of cavalry had already broken through the heavy siege of arrows and galloped to the city gate. Before approaching Menechel, these temporary cavalry units riding on stolen war horses had already tightened the reins and jumped off the horses.

Seeing this scene, the knights who originally wanted to resist lost their fighting spirit and pushed each other to flee into the city in panic.

Menechel raised the greatsword in his hand, pointed the tip of the sword directly at the defeated deserters in front of him, and said calmly:

"charge."

Thus, Stark's last city, Torrhen's Fortress, was lost.

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By the time Kay and the unmounted knights and soldiers following Camelot arrived, Menechel had already taken over all affairs in the city. As usual, he met Kay in the hall in the center of the city.

As soon as Kai entered the room, he walked towards Menechel angrily, but was stopped by two guards knights.

"You guys..." Just as Kai was about to explode, he heard one of the guards explain, "Sorry, Lord Kai. Lord Menachere has important matters to attend to now."

Kai looked at Minachell who was so close to him, and there was an unstoppable worry between his brows. At this time, Minachell was looking down at two middle-aged men who were forcibly tied up and kneeling on the ground.

"Didn't they say there were three? Why are there only two left here?"

"Another one is already dead." One of the captives spoke calmly. He glared at Menechel fiercely and cursed him non-stop: "You lowly person, I am of the orthodox royal bloodline of Britain. How dare you insult me ​​like this? I must..."

Kai looked at the sword that Menechel was gradually raising. He realized something and hurriedly stopped him: "Stop, Menechel! If you kill him, you will get yourself into a lot of trouble!"

But it was too late. Menechel raised his sword and the head flew up, scattering the noble royal bloodline in the air.

Menechel, bathed in blood, turned to the other captive who was already stunned and said, "Tell me, why do you dare to resist? Didn't I warn you that I would kill you when the city was captured?"

"You are finished, King Arthur will kill you." The other party did not answer, but shouted madly: "No one will forgive you, you will be sentenced to death!"

Menechel's face darkened, he turned his wrist, and the greatsword flowed in his hand.

"If you don't want to die, shut up!" Kai shouted at the other party, and then turned his gaze to Menechel. He wanted to walk over but was stopped by two guards. He could only say the next best thing: "Sir Menechel, put down your weapon. I order you as the commander of the Camelot expeditionary force."

With a flash of cold light, the second headless corpse fell helplessly. Menechel swung the tip of the sword and looked at Kai.

"It's dawn." Menichel said, "Now you are the commander-in-chief of this team."

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PS: Please give some comments, no one is saying anything, it makes me panic

Explain why Minai insisted on killing the royal family. It was not an impulse, but to consolidate the position of King Daimao. Because for the nobles, it doesn't matter who is in the position, as long as they have royal blood. Even if these royals rebel, as long as they don't die on the battlefield like the Hundred Riders King, they will not die after being captured. They will just be stripped of most of their territory and military power, and there is no possibility of a comeback, which is not conducive to the position of King Daimao.