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

"No, and Minachell isn't working at all, right?"

Although he liked to draw on hand-drawn battle maps when he had nothing to do, as Mordred said, Menechel did not really analyze the situation carefully. His thinking was more like aimless fantasy, just to fill the void in his heart.

Apart from daydreaming, Menachel could find nothing else to kill time.

"I told you not to call me by my name, but to call me teacher."

Mordred's personality is completely different from Avril's - Avril was starved in the first few days after being taken in and dared not say a word, but Mordred was different. On the first day, she successfully drove away several servants who were appointed by Menechel to take care of her. Relying on Menechel's status, no one dared to suppress Mordred's arrogance. She has the personality of a complete naughty child.

Finally, after a servant informed him of the situation here, Menechel put aside his military training and rushed back to deal with the naughty boy. In order to prevent such things from happening again, Menechel, with the wrong idea that he had nothing to do, made a decision that went against his conscience - to bring Mordred to his side.

I finally understand why even someone as lazy as Merlin would choose to take Mordred out for a walk. Only by walking Mordred until she is exhausted can she calm down for a while. But Menechel doesn't want to take a miniature version of Altria to wander around the boring city of Bilu in the cold weather.

So he planned to train Mordred's physical fitness.

"Have you finished your sword swinging practice today?"

Menachere looked at the brand new sword-shaped wooden block beside him with a stern face.

He was still in the exploratory stage of spearmanship, and teaching Mordred the killing skills was a bit too crazy, so Menechel recalled the way Merlin used to drain his energy - swinging the sword.

"At least give me a real sword. Swinging wood is stupid."

Menechel, who grew up swinging wood, had a dark complexion. He grabbed the collar of Mordred's neck again, lifted the girl up and forced her to look at him.

"If it were five years ago, I would have spanked you with that wooden sword right now."

Mordred hummed and said nothing, but his struggling movements gradually weakened. It was obvious that he was frightened by Menechel's [threat of spanking].

Seeing that his preaching was effective, Menechel now somewhat understood the joy that Merlin had felt when he used force to suppress his students.

He ended up becoming the person he hated the most.

A few knocks on the door made Menechel immediately stop smiling. Facing Mordred's disgusted look, he put Mordred down, opened the battle map he had just closed, and said to the guard knight waiting outside the door, "Come in."

As soon as he landed, Mordred tried to run away, but Menechal quickly grabbed him by the collar and caught him back.

Mordred raised his head and looked at Menechel with innocent eyes, and Menechel was also looking down at Mordred.

Of course, he would not argue with a naughty child. He used the noise of the door opening and closing to whisper a warning to Mordred:

"Mordred, you don't want me to send you back to your mother, do you?"

Hearing this, Mordred stood beside Menechel obediently as if he had lost his temper. Seeing this, Menechel turned his gaze back to the Royal Guards who had entered the room.

The Royal Guard Knight who entered the room had wisely pretended to be a blind man who couldn't see anything - he didn't mean to see his boss behave in such a way that not only did he put the battle map on the table upside down, but he also got into a fight with a child.

Although this superior seemed to have become much more tempered recently, he believed that being blind was necessary for a Royal Guard Knight.

Menichel had not noticed the battle plan that had just been hastily reversed. Seeing that the Royal Guard Knight had not spoken for a long time, he could not help but remind him:

"What's the matter, Lord Vulig?"

"Yes, Lord Menechel!" The Royal Guard Knight straightened his back immediately after being suddenly called. He suppressed all the emotions that shouldn't exist and said, "The envoy of Camelot City has arrived at the outer city and is expected to arrive at Bilu City smoothly tomorrow."

"I understand." Menechel paused. He had been hearing news about this for several days, and he had no interest in a messenger.

And even without guessing, one knows the purpose of sending an envoy at this time.

He was simply afraid that an enemy would launch a surprise attack while Camelot was undermanned, so he was asked to move into Camelot - he was unwilling to do something that would bring him disgrace if not done properly.

Minashel can no longer bear the pressure of being at the center of the storm.

"After you meet the envoy tomorrow, just say that I'm still recuperating and can't meet him." Fortunately, he was too lazy to even make up a reason and just continued with the universal excuse he had been using for several months.

"This... might be a little troublesome."

The expression of the Royal Guard Knight was a little reluctant. After all, Menichel had already been recuperating for several months. If he continued to recuperate, some people might have unjustifiable rebellious thoughts.

"That's right." Menechel frowned and tapped on the table, making a "thump thump" sound. The seemingly prosperous Camelot was built on the basis of absolute strength and oppression.

Therefore, even with the residual prestige accumulated from his youth, Menichel still needed to show up at the right time to show that he was fine.

I just don't know if those cowards will have the thought that "It's okay, Menechel is the biggest threat to Camelot."

"Then tomorrow, all the knights, come with me to welcome this messenger who has come from afar."

At worst, I can just refuse openly.

Anyway, the relationship between the two sides is already bad enough, and Minashel doesn't mind if it gets worse.

The first volume is finished with about ninety chapters.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 89 Morgan: Another unexpected ecstasy

The envoy from Camelot arrived much later than expected, but this was not surprising. After all, the road to the city of Bilbao was blocked by heavy snow at this season.

But what really surprised Menechel was that the envoy from Camelot was Agragwen. If it was someone else, Menechel might have chosen to avoid him.

Aguguiwen looked up from time to time and looked at the silent Menicher. When he first saw Menicher in white armor and white spear, Aguguiwen could hardly recognize him, especially since his face was mostly covered by the head armor.

But when they entered the reception room and were alone, and Menicher took off his head armor, Aggguiwen was even more unrecognizable. Only a few black hairs could be seen here and there among his white hair. Perhaps it was the influence of the hair color, the cold and stern face in Menicher's memory became much softer.

Agguiwen opened his mouth, but in the end he could only utter a greeting:

"Is your body okay?"

"Nothing serious." He took a sip of the liquid in the cup, and the familiar bitter taste diluted his fatigue. Menechel looked outside the house. Although it shouldn't go wrong to let his deputy look after Mordred for a while, he couldn't help but pray that this morning's training would allow Mordred to calm down for a while.

"You came from Camelot to Billu City, you didn't just come to comfort me, did you?" Menichel spread his hands and showed Agragwen his embarrassment without caring. With his many years of friendship with Agragwen, this serious knight would not do such an emotional thing.

"Just say whatever you want to say. As far as I remember, you, Aguguiwen, are not such a hypocritical person."

Agguiwen's fingers were intertwined, and it was unknown what expression was revealed under his horn.

"I am here to invite you to a banquet in Camelot."

After saying this, Aguguiwen lowered his head in shame. If it weren't for his mother's coercion, Aguguiwen would never have said such shameless words.

Although I had guessed it, hearing these words from Aguguiwen gave me a different feeling. Menichel took a sip of the bitter liquid in the cup, and his brows furrowed:

"What is the current situation in Camelot City?"

"Even with Lord Merlin on guard, the defense is still very tight."

Almost all the knights with some fame were taken to the front line by Artoria, and the defense of Camelot City was unprecedentedly weak.

"So, did Teacher Merlin ask you to come?" As these words fell, the air in the room stagnated. Agguiwen raised his head and saw the red pupils of Menechel. The face, which was stained with a little bit of old age, once again regained its former look.

But... the sense of oppression is still too low.

"No, it's my mother." Agguiwen answered calmly. The aura he had to endure when he followed Menchel in battles in the early years was much stronger than this. So now that he was suddenly faced with the weakened version of [Menchel's aura], Agguiwen was a little uncomfortable for a moment.

"Mother?"

Seeing that Minachell was unable to turn around, Aguguiwen added: "My mother is Morgan."

"She has a child?"

Minachel was a little stunned. From Morgan's appearance, one could not tell that he already had such a big child.

"Didn't Gao Wenqing mention it to you?"

From Agrawen's words, Menechel made a new discovery - Gawain seemed to be Morgan's son, which meant that Gawain was his...nephew.

From now on, when we go out drinking with Gao Wen, we can talk about our own things.

Menechel quickly recovered from the gossip he had learned by chance. After all, he was no longer curious. He brought the topic back to the topic that was gradually going off track: "I was ordered by the king to carry out the mission of guarding the city of Bilú. I should not leave unless it is necessary."

As for what the necessary moment is - that would probably have to wait until Camelot was attacked.

Agrawien was silent. He had anticipated such an outcome before his visit. After all, his name was Agrawien and he was not Avriel. How could he trick Menechelle back to Camelot with just a few words?

But now that everything that needed to be said had been said, Aguguiwen could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

He stood up and glanced at Menachere before leaving. He finally couldn't help but say:

"Lord Menachere, things may not be peaceful recently."

Minashel was stunned, and met Aguguiwen's inorganic and calm eyes. He nodded and said, "I will pay attention."

Agguiwen couldn't be sure whether Menasheel really understood the meaning of his words, but he could only say this much. His fate was already firmly controlled by the woman named Morgan, and he had no intention of resisting.

Agguiwen refused Menachere's farewell and disappeared alone in the snow outside the house. Menachere watched Agguiwen leave, his face gradually becoming gloomy.

Morgan has a problem.

His pupils began to dilate, and red and black magic power spread out from his body, but soon disappeared at an even faster speed.

"Morgan! Morgan..."

He closed his eyes. He couldn't prove whether Morgan was the mastermind behind the scenes. Even if he was, what could he do in his current situation?

"Right now, there's probably only one chance."

……

Morgan, who was far away in Camelot, witnessed everything through Agrawen's eyes.

Fortunately, Minechel seemed to know nothing about magic, so Morgan was able to achieve his goal so easily.

She was somewhat dissatisfied with Aguiwen's awkward performance, but the frail appearance of Menasheel with a head full of white hair made up for Morgan's regret.

It seems that Avril is not completely useless.

Morgan thought with satisfaction.

She took it for granted that Minachell's rapid aging was the work of Avril, who had done nothing.

It had never been confirmed before, but now, thanks to the petitions of the cowardly nobles in the city and Merlin's inaction, Morgan had the opportunity to witness his masterpiece.

Speaking of Merlin, Morgan couldn't help but grit his teeth - this old guy didn't think that he could be safe just by taking Mordred away from Camelot, right?

"So what's next..." Morgan turned his gaze elsewhere. The picture showed Altria who was on an expedition. Camelot, which had been advancing triumphantly, had already penetrated deep into the border without realizing it. Her foolish sister was probably not immersed in the joy of the winning streak and was unaware of the approaching danger, right?

With Camelot's current defensive strength, an army of only 5,000 people would be enough to change the situation - of course it would not be enough under normal circumstances, but who would have thought that Morgan, as the queen's sister, would actually help foreign enemies invade her own country?

The plot is not easy to write and the logic has loopholes, so I will just pass it over as soon as possible.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 90 Destiny

After finishing a day's not-so-busy work, Minashel did not have time to lie down and rest before he was forcibly dragged back to his work post by his subordinates.

Lying quietly on the table was a letter asking for help from Lihe City.

Menichel looked at the letter on the table in silence. The buff of the title of the Invincible City, Lihe City, seemed to have lost its effect since it was conquered by Menichel last time. The City of Biluo, which was so close to Lihe City, had not even received the news of the enemy's entry before it received the bad news that the Invincible City was in emergency again.

But Lihe City had to be rescued, simply because Lihe City was the food storage city for the entire front-line combat troops and was directly related to the logistical supply of the Camelot troops on the front line.

"What do you think."

Menechel was not in a hurry to send troops. He looked at the knight guards beside him and was hesitant. From this letter, Menechel thought of the trick he used to capture Lihe City that year, and a sense of conspiracy was overwhelming him.

He hesitated whether to go to support or not - if he didn't go, Lihe City would be captured, and the best case scenario would be that the city defenders of Lihe City would burn all the food they had stored, and the Camelot front would still face the difficult situation of having their logistics cut off.

But even if he went, Menechel was not sure he could defend Lihe City, and it was very likely that he would fall into the enemy's trap and both cities would be in danger at the same time.

So Menechel threw the question to his subordinates. Unfortunately, the person he questioned was the knight Vrigel, one of the few knights he could name among his confidants.

"Lord Menachere, this is most likely a trick of the enemy. The enemy has at least 5,000 men, and the defense force of Biloo City is only 1,000. If we send more troops to support, we may not be able to save the city at all." Vrig, who was named, gritted his teeth and added:

"But with Lord Menachere's strength and fame, by gathering all the troops of Biloo City and taking advantage of Biloo City's unique geographical advantages, we will surely be able to hold out until the frontline troops arrive for support."

Furige saw it clearly. Supporting Lihe City was a favor, but defending Biloo City was a duty. Moreover, considering Lord Menachel's current physical condition... there was no need to put himself in danger.

But Volliger knew his boss's character very well, and from the other's calm facial expression he could tell that Menechel was not satisfied with the solution he proposed.

Vrig gritted his teeth and added fuel to the fire: "If you support Lihe City and cause the fall of Biloo City, then the king's punishment will be small, but your reputation will be ruined, Master Menachel."

Once the undefeated title is broken, it is likely to become a laughing stock like a certain "Invincible City".

It sounds like this is indeed the truth. Vrig's solution is the safest and most in line with the wishes of the majority of soldiers in the city of Biloo.

But he didn't want to -

Menechel picked up the spear, hesitated for a moment, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

"Now gather all your knights and prepare to support Lihe City. When I leave the city, all soldiers must not leave the city to meet the enemy and must be prepared to hold their ground."

What is possible and what is not, if nothing is done, Minashel feels that he is truly useless.