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

Even though Menechel had been rumored to be a disloyal knight with evil intentions, even the scandal of his initial betrayal of King Gwyn was dug up as evidence.

But in fact, for the lowest-level knights, joining Menechel's Knights is definitely an excellent choice. For them, it doesn't matter who is in power. All they need is to survive. Menechel's knights can always capture the most cities at the lowest cost. This alone is enough to attract people.

"That's not the case." Avril's face was complicated. She could see that her sworn brother showed a completely different kindness from the other subordinates. However, the more she understood this kindness, the more she was unsure whether it was a test. The girl answered truthfully: "In fact, there are many knights who come to join the army, but if the selection rights are all given to me, it will be easy for you to be sidelined."

In order to allow Avril to fully adapt to this position, Menechel had been letting Avril follow Gawain and Agravin for the past few months. The girl seemed to have an extraordinary talent in this regard, and she was able to analyze the shortcomings in a very good way.

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy, and only the sound of Menechel's fingers tapping the hilt of the sword could be clearly heard. Avril found that her brother seemed to lack a sense of security, and he almost never took off his armor. In Avril's limited memory, it seemed that her brother had only taken off his hand guard when he touched her head.

Avril's eyes flickered for a moment when she thought of this.

"In fact, I prepared this knight group just for you." After a long while, Menichel spoke up, "As you can see, my situation is very bad. I could die in an accident at any time, and because of me, you are also implicated."

Avril listened very carefully. She stood in front of Menechel and could see his thick black hair. It was then that Avril realized that the brother who held her like a father and drew his sword angrily in her memory was not much older than her.

"If I die one day, you will hand over this group of knights to King Arthur. I think she will definitely keep you safe at that time."

The words that sounded like entrusting an orphan to someone made Avril's eyelids droop slightly. She didn't know what had happened, nor did she know how to comfort the man in front of her.

Avril took a few steps forward and awkwardly reached out her hand to press on Minechelle's suddenly tense body.

"Brother, you should take a rest."

She said.

Ever since I read a comment that made me feel weird (the original post has been deleted because it was a personal attack), I haven't been in good shape for a few days. What I wrote is not satisfactory and runs counter to the plot in my mind. If I am still in this state tomorrow, I think I will stop updating for a while to ensure the quality.

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Chapter 70: Using hypocrisy to support the future

Avril had no talent for massage.

Menechel was very sure that if his body was not strong enough, he would have been injured by the little girl.

But even so, his shoulder still felt sore until this moment.

No one knew how Avril did it - if the enemy learned this method, it would be a devastating blow to Menechel.

Today was another morning meeting in Camelot. The idea of ​​the Knights of the Round Table proposed by Altria had never been heard of again since then, for the reason the girl had mentioned to him before - those knights humbly believed that they were not as strong as the king and Menachere.

As if to show his uniqueness, Menachel deliberately arrived at a late hour for the meeting. As soon as he pushed the door open, more than a dozen pairs of eyes looked over at him.

"Sir Menachere, why are you so late for such an important court meeting?"

An experienced knight spoke first. Menechel glanced at his thin body that could barely support a piece of armor. He remembered that the old man seemed to be Altria's man.

It seems that Altria is really taking this last chance to consolidate her position seriously.

He looked at Altria quietly, and saw that the girl was also looking at him. The other's eyes were full of the calmness of a king. When their eyes met, Altria was the first to look away, pretending to look elsewhere.

In order to prevent his unusual behavior from being noticed by someone, Minashel quickly looked away.

"Because I heard some bad rumors, I went to verify the information to ensure its authenticity." Minashel said this, looking around and showing a disdainful smile: "But I think my arrival time should not be too late, after all, Lord Lanmarok has not arrived yet."

The knights present couldn't help but reveal embarrassed looks on their faces, especially those who had jointly recommended Lanmarok not long ago, who did not hide the anger in their eyes at all.

This morning, Lanmaroc was defeated and was recuperating in the city of Bilú. The 300 knights he led to quell the rebellion were almost wiped out.

Therefore, some people started to say things like “If we had sent Menechel-sama earlier, we wouldn’t have encountered this kind of trouble”.

Seeing that the atmosphere was almost set, Menachel spoke again, changing his previous style of silence and putting forward his opinions in a high-profile manner: "So the king summoned us here today to discuss rescuing Lord Lanmarok, right?"

An old knight saw that his companion was trying to take advantage of his seniority by saying, "When I was assisting King Uther, you were nowhere to be found." However, he knew that Menechel would not follow the chivalrous virtue of respecting the elderly and loving the young.

He looked at Menachere, whose state today was completely different from usual, and then looked at Altria who remained silent, and could not help but persuade her: "Sir Menachere, please pay attention to the etiquette of the knight. The king is still here."

In terms of military exploits and strength, he could not compare with Menechel, but his decades of ups and downs in officialdom had given him a political acumen far superior to Menechel. These young people who were arrogant because of their talent were often the easiest to be liquidated afterwards - especially since, in his opinion, King Arthur already had the idea of ​​taking action.

"It doesn't matter. What Lord Menachel said is exactly what I thought. I have indeed gathered all of you today for this matter." Seeing that the time was ripe, Artoria spoke slowly. Her eyes wandered across the spacious hall, never focusing.

The old knight sighed inwardly. King Arthur did not even scold Menechal for his offensive and rude behavior. This undoubtedly sent a dangerous signal to everyone present - I have broken up with this guy.

He tried to speak again, he knew it was not appropriate for Menechel to make another contribution at this time, but he could not think of a suitable candidate after thinking about it, and someone had already spoken.

"The attack by the humble king was obviously premeditated, so I think this matter should be handed over to Gao Wenqing."

The old knight looked at the speaker, but the other party was already looking at Menechel with a smug look.

Knowing that he had successfully aroused public outrage, Menechel did not proceed further. Although he knew that this was definitely not the best time for him to attack, from the gaze that Altria kept on him, Menechel knew that he was the only one who could do this.

"King, please let me go..."

"Your Majesty is the culprit that caused the death of the previous king. The royal family's affairs should be resolved by the royal family themselves." Artoria said at the same time as Menachere spoke. The girl stepped down from the throne and walked down the stairs step by step: "The affairs of the court will be temporarily handed over to Gao Wenqing to handle."

Menechel was stunned and subconsciously wanted to dissuade him, but Gawain beside him winked at him secretly. Although Menechel hesitated, he stopped trying to dissuade him.

"Sir Menechel, please come with me. The defense of the northern city will be fully entrusted to you." Artoria turned to look at Menechel, drew the royal sword from her waist, and entrusted the scabbard that she had been carrying with her to Menechel.

Menechel took it subconsciously, and the girl's fingers touched his palm. At a certain moment, Menechel saw the faint smile hidden under Altria's hair, and when he blinked again, King Arthur's face was still serious and calm.

While handing over the important tasks in the city to Gawain, he was deliberately transferred away. Menechel's eyes dropped, and he focused all his attention on his armor. Now everyone probably thought that Artoria wanted to attack her.

"The rest of you can leave. Lord Menachere, please get ready and we will set off immediately."

The crowd rushed behind him, and only the sound of Altria's footsteps getting farther and farther away could be heard clearly, until all the sounds disappeared.

At this time, only Artoria and Menechel were left in the hall.

"I'm sorry for ever doubting you." Artoria stood in front of the throne, her fingertips gently touching the armrests. "In fact, when I heard the rumors just now, I really thought for a moment that you had changed. After all, first there was that misunderstanding and then there are the rumors now. It was like you were testing my tolerance for you. But fortunately, you are still the Menachere I know."

"I told you I will help you realize your dream." Menachel calmed down. For a moment, he really thought that Altria was going to make it real. But now that he had gotten the answer he wanted, Menachel was ready to joke: "But aren't you afraid that everything I did just now was just a fake?"

"If you had hesitated for a moment when you volunteered to go into battle just now, I wouldn't have said so much to you." Artoria turned around and raised the corners of her lips slightly. The heroic spirit in her smile almost covered up all the brilliance - this also made Menechel once again certain that the fleeting quiet smile just now was indeed his own illusion.

The person standing in front of him was not the girl who handed him the bread, but the new king of Camelot. In order to realize the girl's ideal country, he was no longer someone the girl could trust without reservation.

"Artoria."

He couldn't help but call out the girl's name.

King Arthur was visibly stunned, she hadn't heard this name for a long time.

"Do you think we still have a chance to return to our original relationship?"

The king is not the king, and the minister is not the minister. There is no need for him and her to use any words to confirm each other's feelings.

"It's probably impossible in Camelot." Altria approached and stretched out her empty left hand: "But I believe there will be such a day, as long as you are willing to wait."

"Of course." Menechel wanted to reach out and put the scabbard in his right hand. Menechel held King Arthur's little hand hanging in the air.

The First Knight and King Arthur reached a consensus at this moment.

"Let's meet again on the snowy plains then, Altria."

Since ancient times, the imperial family has been ruthless. Suspicion is the most important quality to secure the throne. Minai Arthur's current relationship: Intimacy -> Trust

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 71: No matter how powerful it is, it is still fake

The first time acting as someone else's second-in-command.

Menechel stroked his chin, feeling a little overwhelmed. This was the first time he went to the battlefield without having to do anything.

The battle ahead was led by Artoria alone, while Menechel was left in the city of Bilú by the girl. He was brought here because Artoria wanted to use his fame to deter the villains.

After waiting for several days, the city was still calm and there was not even a guard calling out.

Something isn't quite right.

Menechel narrowed his eyes slightly. It had been so long, no matter what the battle situation on Altria's side was, he should have received a report, but now it was too quiet.

It's as if someone has deliberately blocked the news.

Menechel was not the only one who noticed this obvious abnormality. Several knights had already asked Menechel to "send out scouts", but they were all rejected by the Duke of Cornwall.

——The defense force of Bilulu City is not large to begin with. If this is an enemy conspiracy, the king’s way back will be completely ruined.

Menechel had no idea how many times he had heard such high-sounding reasons. Although they sounded loyal to the emperor and patriotic, every word between the lines revealed a negative attitude of "not wanting to get involved and afraid of making mistakes."

Although both are dukes, Cornwall is far inferior to Ector.

The door was pushed open and it was Aguguiwen who came in.

"Does the Duke of Cornwall still disagree with sending troops?"

Without even raising his head, Menechel continued to wipe the greatsword in his hand, as if he had no interest in whether he could rescue Artoria, but Aguiwen knew very well that this was the third time Menechel had wiped the sword today.

"The Duke of Cornwall is still the same reason as last time."

"Hehe." Menechel shook off the undried water droplets on his sword. No wonder Artoria agreed to transfer him to the city of Bilú so easily. Such a city defender was indeed worrying.

"Now he has to send troops even if he doesn't want to."

"Lord Menechel, you..."

Aguiwen's eyes began to flicker. Based on his understanding of Menasheel, he knew that the other party was most likely preparing to "kill the rebel."

But at this time, Menechel shook his cloak and revealed the empty scabbard at his waist. Compared with the big sword, this luxurious scabbard was too small, but Agguiwen did not dare to underestimate this scabbard. It was a token given by King Arthur, representing Menechel's status second only to King Arthur in this war. Even the Duke of Cornwall, who was a relative of the king, had to obey the king's order.

Seeing this, Agrawen couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief - it seemed that the Duke of Cornwall didn't need to be assassinated by the "traitor". But then Agrawen's eyes darkened again. He was willing to send troops to confirm King Arthur's situation even at the cost of making enemies with the Duke of Cornwall. Was the relationship between Menechel and the king really as bad as they showed?

Agguiwen looked up and found Menechel staring at him with scrutiny. His heart skipped a beat, but he remained calm.

"There is no time to lose. Lord Menachere, please act quickly."

"Time is running out. I will go and organize the troops first. I will leave it to you to explain to the Duke of Cornwall." Minesher sneered and took off the scabbard from his waist, and forcefully thrust it into Agguiwen's hands. As he said this, Minesher patted Agguiwen's shoulder and said, "After negotiating with the Duke of Cornwall, you will go to the city gate to join the main force."

The powerful force coming from his shoulder and the coldness that had been lingering around his neck suddenly made Aguguiwen feel a tingling sensation on his scalp - he suspected me, but why?

"What are you still standing there for? Go now."

The thunder-like sound in his ears woke Aguguiwen up. In terms of strength, ten Aguguiwens are not as good as one Menasheel. Under the absolute suppression of power, Aguguiwen did not dare to think too much and took the scabbard.

After Aguguiwen left, Menasheel stroked the hilt of the sword in his hand. Just now, this big sword had been pressed against Aguguiwen's calf.

There must be something wrong with the Duke of Cornwall. No matter how timid he is, he would have been disturbed if his king suddenly lost contact for a few days. But the Duke of Cornwall managed to remain calm, especially now that he owns three fortified cities and has the same power as a local king. But he is about to be "squeezed" back to Camelot by Menechal.

As for Aguguiwen, Minashel really didn't find anything wrong with this man, but this didn't stop Minashel from suspecting Aguguiwen. According to the process of elimination, Aguguiwen was now the most suspicious.

That's why Menechel asked Agrawen to negotiate with the Duke of Cornwall. It would be great if Cornwall could kill Agrawen and take off his scabbard - he had been annoyed with this old man for a long time, but now he lacked an opportunity to take action openly.

As for wrongly accusing Agrawien and causing him to die in vain, Minashel thought very clearly that it was just a life, and killing Cornwall would be tantamount to helping Agrawien to avenge his death.

……

The cold wind covered the plain in front of Biloo City with a thin layer of snow, and the cool-toned armor became even colder under the weak winter sun.

After waiting for about ten minutes, Aguguiwen finally appeared hurriedly and completely, and the expected scene of only the head appearing did not happen.

It seems that old fellow Cornwall is not so stupid after all.

Menechel thought so, but his expression did not waver at all. At his command, three hundred fully armed knights began to march out of the city gate.

On the other side, in the central city of Billu, Cornwall stood with his hands behind his back, quietly watching the group of foot knights leave.

A knight hurried over and saluted the Duke of Cornwall.

"We have found out that the three hundred knights led by Knight Menechelle were all brought from Camelot. As for military supplies, it seems that they only brought enough for three days."

"Do you trust me so much?"

The Duke of Cornwall narrowed his eyes, but unfortunately, the other party was wrong.

"How many soldiers from Camelot are still in the city?" he asked, slowly clenching his hands under the wide fur.

"Less than ten, all guarding the residence of Knight Lanmarok."

"Kill them all, including Lanmaroc." The Duke of Cornwall said, his eyes calm. He had successfully attracted King Arthur, and the unstable factors in the city had left. Lanmaroc, the bait deliberately put back by the humble king, had lost its usefulness.

He deliberately intercepted the battle report from the front line in order to test Menechel's attitude towards King Arthur. Unfortunately, after only four days, he used King Arthur's token to gain command. It seems that Menechel's attitude towards King Arthur is not as tense as the rumors say.

It’s a pity that the legendary First Knight of Britain cannot be used by him in Cornwall.

Watching the increasingly heavy snowfall, the Duke of Cornwall, who was about to succeed in becoming independent, was in a good mood. He stretched out his hand and opened his heart as if he could not feel the cold at all, and could not help muttering to himself:

"Shouldn't the ending of a legendary figure be to fall in the snow?"

Find the feeling of writing (I originally wanted to take a break, but after looking at the background data, I will add another chapter later)

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