The Undying Death Knight failed to achieve the ending of the Heroic Spirit

This was the second year that Menechel and Lanmaroc had been ordered to provide support. It was not known whether they were simply afraid of fighting or wanted to take this opportunity to wear down Camelot's patience, but in the first year, Menechel didn't even know what the Saxon army looked like.

The enemy often just spread rumors of attack to trick Menechel into sending troops for support. Due to the flat terrain, most of the cities in the south were not very strong, which gave the enemy many options.

Menechel, who had been running around all the time, soon realized that he would be dragged into a dead end if he continued like this, so he simply gave up all the cities near the southern border, sent people to burn down all the houses in the city, and concentrated all the civilians in the southern border in four cities.

Menechel had been sitting in these four cities for a long time and had a long period of leisure time. Compared with the busy life of the last expedition to Stark, this year's defensive battle made Menechel so free that he was a little uncomfortable. He even found time to return to Camelot to participate in a celebration.

As for those cities that were burned down and only had city walls left, they were useless to the Saxons. If they sent people to defend them, those cities that were easy to attack but difficult to defend would tie up a large number of their troops - this also gave Menechel a good opportunity to annihilate a large number of enemy troops in one fell swoop.

But according to the reports of the sentinels, the cities are still in the same condition as when they were burned.

Menechel, who was deeply disgusted, immediately changed his tactical thinking - although King Arthur sent him to defend against border unrest, it did not mean that he could not take the initiative to attack.

So Menechel led his men straight to the Saxon territory with only 3,000 soldiers and enough food for 3,000 people to survive for five days.

The sudden attack obviously caught the simple Saxons off guard, so that the enemy was only able to launch an effective defense after Menechel broke through three strong cities. Using the three strong cities as bases, he advanced all the way to small cities and even villages in Saxon territory, forcing the enemy to fight head-on.

But there were also many disadvantages to doing so. For example, in the second month of the counterattack against Saxony, the food supply route that Camelot had just built was cut off. Fortunately, the strategic policy of fighting to support the war allowed Camelot to seize a large amount of supplies, enough to support it until the next city was captured. Over time, the food and grass not only did not decrease, but accumulated more and more.

Leaving the defense to Lanmaroc, Menechel no longer had any worries. The 3,000-man army advanced all the way through the enemy's rear as if it were an empty space, and it seemed that they were going to turn this battle into the [Battle to Defend the Saxon Nation].

But because of this, when Menechel received the letter from King Arthur, he had already invaded the heart of the enemy country with his powerful army.

"Sent from the king? When did it happen?"

Menechel frowned and looked at the messenger knight who lowered his head and pretended to be a statue. He realized that the matter was not simple.

"Last...last month."

Menechel took the letter and placed it on the table, where another letter was lying quietly on the other side of the table.

Both letters were sent by Altria.

"Why has it been delayed for so long? It can't be because we got lost, right?" Menechel looked at the messenger knight, his other hand unconsciously stroking the hilt of the sword.

"Because... I can't lock your exact location every time."

This reason was irrefutable. Indeed, as he gradually gained a foothold in the enemy, Menechel's scope of activities had also shrunk a lot. It was not incomprehensible that the two letters, which were sent two weeks apart, came out on top.

"Did the king say anything?"

The messenger knight immediately shook his head. Seeing that he could not get any useful information, Menachel had to give up. On the second letter, Artoria only wrote a simple line.

【be right back】

The reason and time are unknown, and the handwriting is much wilder than before, which shows that he was in a very uneasy mood when he wrote the letter.

But this is the perfect time to counterattack Saxony.

"After you go back, tell the king that a general is away from home and is not subject to his orders." Menechel said as he opened the envelope. His eyes quickly swept across the letter and the expression on his face gradually changed from relaxed to gloomy.

Compared to the previous letter, the content of this letter is much more detailed, but the handwriting is obviously not from Altria, but written by Merlin.

The letter stated that Altria would hold her wedding on Sunday six days later.

Have a wedding!

This word was like a falling star that destroyed Menechel's mind. Why now? Why when he was away at war? And why was it written by Mr. Merlin?

Was he coerced by someone?

Menechel suddenly thought of this sudden expedition. He had previously thought that Artoria had forgotten to tell him because she was busy with work and had therefore sent Lanmarok to inform him. But now he thought that perhaps someone had deliberately sent him away.

In this case, the purpose of Teacher Merlin and Altria sending the letter is very clear - they are asking for help.

Thinking of this, Menechel exerted a little force on the hand holding the letter, and the sharp guard rolled up the letter into tatters.

Today, the Saxon war is basically settled. Although there are still a few small-scale frictions from time to time, most of the Saxon soldiers choose to stay in the six cities in the south, seemingly with the idea of ​​​​secluding in peace in a corner.

Conquering the entire territory can wait until he comes back. The most urgent task now is to rush back to Camelot as soon as possible to see what happened in Camelot during the few months he was away.

"You go first, I'll be back."

Menechel had a gloomy look on his face. After the messenger knight left, he was silent for a moment and then called a guard knight.

"Gather a thousand soldiers, allow them to ride on horses, and come back to Camelot with me tonight."

The Royal Guard Knight's eyes widened in disbelief, and the look in his eyes as he looked at Menechel became increasingly strange.

Could it be that Lord Menachere is preparing to rebel?

Thinking of this, the Royal Guard Knight calmly reached for the sword at his waist, but after comparing the difference in strength between the two sides in his mind, he silently withdrew his hand and followed the order with a heavy heart.

"It seems that I can only inform the king secretly."

Menichel, who was thinking, did not notice the strange expression on the guard knight's expression, and waved his hand to let the guard knight go out.

……

A few days later, Menechel finally approached the border of Camelot and met the fully armed Camelot soldiers. At the front of the team was Artoria.

Menechel blinked, somewhat stunned.

On the other side, Artoria looked at Menachere with a helpless look, as if to say, "What are you doing again?" The girl sighed softly, and faced the expectant gazes of the people behind her. She stepped forward and stood at the front, shouting righteously, "Sir Menachere, why are you plotting a rebellion?"

rebellion?

Menechel finally realized that something was wrong—someone in his team had leaked the news... No, that was not the point.

Shaking his head, Minachell threw this strange idea out of his head.

After being reminded by Altria, he finally realized that his behavior was inappropriate. Fortunately, there is still a chance to make amends.

After shouting away the soldiers around him, Menechel stuck his sword into the ground in front of everyone, walked forward alone, and faced the archers who were ready to attack.

"Your Majesty, I have no intention of rebellion." Menachere suddenly had an idea and thought of a sophistry excuse: "I received a letter from Lord Merlin. He hoped that I could show the might of our army to King Mudekuan on the day of your wedding. It's just that I was marching too fast, so the letter I sent may not have arrived yet."

In fact, it hasn’t been written yet.

Menechel blinked at Artoria, who twitched her lips, but she still tried to smooth things over for Menechel: "Ah, about this matter, yes, Mr. Merlin did mention it to me, but I didn't expect that he would actually do it."

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Chapter 64 Reverse NTR at the Wedding

2023-07-29

Although he realized that someone in his team had secretly conveyed the message to King Arthur that he was leading his troops back to the city, Menechel did not intend to cause trouble for the knight who could be said to be loyal to his duty. After all, he did not really intend to cause a mutiny.

Attending the wedding presided over by King Mudekuan himself, Menachel glanced at the young woman standing next to King Mudekuan from afar - Menachel had some inexplicable emotions towards this unfamiliar woman, but it was not because she felt uncomfortable because she was going to marry Altria today.

Menechel felt more sympathy for the girl. For Guinevere, marrying Altria, who was also a woman, was like being a widow.

"Be careful after you get married. You may not care, but if the Queen's affair with another man spreads, it will be a big blow to your reputation." Sympathy is sympathy, but some things still need to be prevented. Menachel thought for a while and continued, "If it is not convenient for you to do it, let me do it. I will accuse her of intending to assist King Mu Dekuan in a rebellion, and I will handle the rest."

King Mudekuan's territory only includes seven cities in the west. They are useless except for guarding the border of Camelot. It would be useless to destroy them.

"What are you talking about! Miss Guinevere would never do such an improper thing. I confessed my female identity to her before marrying her, but Miss Guinevere was still willing to marry me for the sake of the people of Camelot."

Altria glanced at Menechel, who was seriously imagining the future, with a bit of annoyance: "Besides, if the queen were to rebel, it would only damage my reputation if I told her about it."

"Is that right?"

Menechel's voice remained calm, as if he had just remembered this. Altria realized something was wrong belatedly, and she couldn't help but become cautious: "Um, are you feeling unwell?"

"No."

This time, Altria was finally sure that Menachel was indeed uncomfortable because of her marriage. The girl pursed her lips and tentatively reached out to hook Menachel's fingers. The overly proactive move made Menachel turn his head in surprise, and what he saw was the girl's slightly red earlobe.

"I'm sorry about this, but I have to do it."

The girl's lips murmured softly, as if she was worried that Menechel would suddenly run away, and she held Menechel's hand extra tightly.

I have already pledged my life to my country, and it is difficult for me to pledge my life to you - this is probably the helplessness of Altria. She was forced to marry Guinevere, who was also a woman, just to reassure people.

"I told you it's okay."

Menechel held Altria's hand in return, and holding hands with another woman at Altria's wedding made people feel inexplicably excited.

"It was the same before. I was afraid you wouldn't be able to accept it, so I was hesitant about whether to ask you to come back. But I didn't expect that you would come back by yourself."

"I came back by myself?"

Menechel was stunned. He had clearly rushed back from Saxony after receiving a message from Artoria and Teacher Merlin.

But before Menechel could ask this question, King Mudkuan had already called King Arthur's name. Altria slowly loosened her tightly clasped hands with Menechel, and before leaving, she rubbed Menechel's palm with the back of her hand reluctantly.

Menechel barely suppressed the doubts in his heart, and a strong smell of conspiracy came over him. Someone wanted to induce him to rebel, whether it was the two ambiguous secret letters or the deliberate separation of him from Altria a few years ago.

Merlin's figure appeared in Menechel's mind. In his understanding, only Merlin had such ability and means, but why?

Turning his head, Minachell met Kai's teasing eyes. Kai crossed his left hand with his right hand, interlocked his fingers, and then rubbed the back of his right hand against the palm of his left hand.

"Kai, you...when did you show up?"

All the thoughts in Minashel's mind were disrupted. He stretched out his hand and pretended to press Kai's dog head, but Kai, who was prepared, dodged it in advance.

"No, don't get excited." Kai waved his hands immediately. Although Minashel controlled his strength every time he attacked, Kai, who claimed to be a gentleman, didn't want to kowtow in public.

"I always come here secretly." Minechel's face turned red, which was rare. In such a crowded place, even with Minechel's enhanced sense of smell, he could not accurately distinguish the identity of each person.

"I'm here to ask you to go out and play with me." Kai hit Minesher on the shoulder: "You are a very busy man now. I guess you will go back to the front tomorrow."

As his fame grew, Menechel's free time decreased. Even at the forefront of the expedition to Saxony, Menechel still received invitations to balls from nobles and powerful people from all over Britain every day.

And today, perhaps because of the misunderstanding that happened to Minashel, no one sent an invitation, which gave Kai an opportunity to take advantage of.

"I was drunk last time, why didn't you wake me up? I couldn't even catch up with the expedition."

More importantly, it has gained a bad reputation as a place where it is easy to get lost.

"You'll have to ask Gawain about this. When I woke up at the bar, both you and Gawain were gone."

Kai drank the most among the three, which also caused him to be the most drunk and he fell directly on the bar.

"It will be absolutely fine this time." Kai came closer and said, "We will go directly to your house for a drink this time, and you can also meet your sister."

He organized it, Gawain brought the wine, and Menechel provided the venue. Everyone had a clear division of labor, and Kay thought it was a great idea.

Sister? Minachell hesitated for a moment before he remembered that Kai was talking about Avril. After a long time, he almost forgot that he had a step-sister.

"Shouldn't she be in the royal city? Why did she move back suddenly?"

"Don't mention it. Once a person becomes famous, anything can happen to him." Kai curled his lips, revealing an extremely disdainful expression. "Some idiots in the dark spread rumors that your sister is a hostage temporarily detained by the king to prevent you from mutiny. To avoid suspicion, Altria had no choice but to let your sister move back - but don't worry, Altria, the attendant who was originally in charge of the logistics of the royal city, was also secretly sent here."

Menechel frowned. In the one year since he was away from Camelot, things had developed far beyond his expectations. The disaster brought about by excessive fame seemed to have gradually slipped out of his control.

But there is only one thing that is certain, someone is secretly trying to sow discord between him and Artoria. As for why it is him, it is simply because the fame accumulated from years of fighting has made Menechel almost on par with Artoria.

“Just like a dog, really.”

He couldn't help but cursed angrily.

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Chapter 65 My people, you dare to move! (monthly ticket plus update)

2023-07-29

Menechel walked into the mansion, which was somewhat unfamiliar to him. The furnishings inside were completely different from the last time he came here, and he didn't even need to open the door himself, as a servant had already opened it for him.

"How is it? I arranged it well, right?" Kai immediately stepped forward and said to Minachell as if he was asking for credit: "I spent a lot of money to buy these... I know you are not short of money now, remember to reimburse me."

When he heard that there was a fee, Menichel's face immediately fell. He gave a forced smile: "During the recent battle, my ears were a little uncomfortable due to my own magic power, and some words were difficult to hear."

"Hey, hey, it's just a small amount of money, is it that important?" Kai, who had always been taken advantage of for free and had never experienced the benefits of taking advantage of someone for free, started to yell in dissatisfaction.

"Ahem, Lord Menechel, Lord Kai, these wines are still a bit heavy." Gawain held the wine in both hands. The purpose of his trip was very simple. He was pulled here by Kai to attend a men's cocktail party together. Compared to being surrounded by a group of enthusiastic ladies at a celebration, Gawain still preferred this kind of atmosphere without any barriers.

"Come on, come in." After Menachel identified the direction, he took Gawain and Kai towards the dining room.

Kai curled his lips when he heard this, but didn't pursue the matter any further - anyway, Minashel would always pay back the money obediently every time.

"Um, Master Menechel."

The housekeeper who came upon hearing the news showed a reluctant look. He said awkwardly but politely, "The food is not there."

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent, and then was broken by Kai's unbridled laughter. Kai laughed and patted Minachell on the back, mocking her mercilessly: "Minachell, you said you are not a directionally challenged person, but you can get lost even in your own home."

"Shut up!" Minashel gritted his teeth and shook off Kai's slap. He turned to look at his butler and said, "What do you think is going on here?"