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"Thank you for granting me such an honor." The young duke asked respectfully, "Why don't you order the execution of these Ansa bastards?"

"According to our Celtic tradition, war is like hunting. Killing all these prey, which are like livestock, is in keeping with the honor of a Celtic warrior."

"The glory of the Celtic warriors?" Kelar asked in return, "What does that have to do with me? You are barbarians who kill without restraint. Do I have to follow you and slaughter the captives with blood on my hands?"

"Duke, don't bring your Celtic barbaric traditions into my body!"

Kelar looked at all the Celtic Knights calmly and said, "Since you have come to Maple Ridge, you must abide by my laws. I only say one thing, and all of you must obey it. You must know that "killing is not good", and killing is prohibited here!"

“I am the good shepherd. A good shepherd lays down his life for his sheep.”

"Don't say I didn't warn you about this."

Kelar was already feeling a little bad because of Morgan's departure, and these Celtic barbarians wanted to brainwash Kelar with their barbaric traditions, so he naturally would not indulge them.

"I heard that you had already defeated and subdued all 70,000 people. Why did you let 20,000 people go?"

There were 20,000 Ansar people who were concerned about their wives and children in the north. After they told Kelar the truth, they were released by Kelar.

Some people kowtowed before him solemnly and swore that they would bring their wives and children to settle in Maple Ridge when they returned to the north. They were willing to stay here and contribute to the development of Kelar's territory.

The Duke was so distracted by Kelar's aura that his courage could not help but stagnate. He felt a little embarrassed and annoyed when he realized that he dared not refute Kelar. He turned to ask, "Sir Kelar, your behavior is already aiding the enemy."

"These bastards will invade our Celtic territory again with weapons next time."

"No, because those who are forgiven by me are all kind-hearted and worthy of education." Kelar said with a smile: "No one dares not to obey my teachings. They will never take up weapons and go to any Celtic territory again."

"Kailar, killing is much easier and more final than teaching."

At this time, Sir Hector, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up: "Are we crazy people who are born to love killing? But this is the simplest and most effective solution."

"If your idea is true, then the so-called education is useless. Those bastards are just superficially obedient. They kneel down and beg for mercy in front of you, and pick up their weapons again after you leave... What can you do?"

Hector sighed and said, "Even if you kill them all afterwards, the damage and losses they caused cannot be undone."

Well, it is quite useful to learn dialectical thinking. At least I can have a conversation with my saintly son.

Listening to Kelar calling "barbarian" left and right, Hector must be unhappy, right?

"Really? Do you all think so?" Kelar tilted his head and looked at the people in front of him. His eyes swept over, and Hector, Merlin, and the young Duke all looked at him. The meanings expressed by these people were self-evident.

Kelar's method is too naive, too childish and too stupid!

Only Altria took a step forward and stood behind Kelar, just as she had stood behind Kelar amid the opposition and doubts of all the knights of Maple Ridge, holding his sword, following him and watching him subdue the Ansa people alone.

"I am Kelar, Lord of Maple Ridge."

Kelar's voice was gentle and calm, unlike the Celtics' usual irritability and bloodthirstiness. It made people feel good when they heard it. The voice was not loud, but it was accurately conveyed to everyone's ears.

"He was also the one who defeated 70,000 Ansa pirates..."

"Celtic knights, tell me, do you think so too? Are you also dissatisfied with my behavior?"

Kelar's voice changed from gentle and polite to majestic and heavy, but it still did not have the typical temper and roar of a Celtic barbarian. However, this calm before the storm was chilling.

Especially those Ansa people, some of the less courageous Ansa people, were already kneeling on the ground, making the sign of the cross with their hands, and muttering something in the direction of Kelar's castle.

Even the brave Ansa people couldn't help but turn pale and whispered "Saint Kelar"...

Seeing these Ansa people who were completely different from the past and could even be described as docile, the Celtic knights who were lined up in battle formation and ready to charge at any time could not help but look at each other in bewilderment.

Yes, this is the territory of Kelar, the territory of Kelar, the great Celtic hero and saint who had just defeated 70,000 Ansas single-handedly.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 37 Do you understand my teachings?

Moreover, with Kelar's call, the atmosphere in Maple Ridge became a little strange.

All the Ansa people who were working put down their work and looked at Kelar in unison.

The attention of 70,000 people was focused on one person, and only Kelar remained calm and composed.

The young duke shouted: "Sir Kelar! Great Celtic hero! I have no intention of being your enemy, but these Ansa..."

He thought that Kelar would give him face. After all, his territory was as large as a county, which was not comparable to that of ordinary lords. Moreover, he had always respected Kelar, a strong man, very much from the beginning to now.

But Kelar interrupted casually: "Since you have no intention of becoming my enemy, why do you dare to disobey the laws I have set in front of you?"

"If you are willing to listen to my teachings, lay down your weapons..."

"Because this is what Wukaila said, you must obey it."

"You must know that killing is unlucky!"

"You must know that I will pardon all those who sincerely repent!"

As he spoke, Kelar was already standing in front of these uncivilized Celtic barbarians, blocking more than 10,000 fully armed Celtic knights.

A shocking scene appeared. Without any orders from the knights, as Kelar approached, the horses in the cavalry formation actually retreated a few steps in unison and kept a distance from Kelar.

The entire phalanx retreated together. Every time Kelar took a step forward, the horses took a step back, until Kelar stopped.

The natural instincts of animals make them far more afraid of this...beast than ignorant humans!

But the Grand Duke remained stubborn and said, "But, Sir Kelar, to kill all the enemies is the style of Celtic warriors like us, Cu Chulainn, Fergus, Finn, Diarmuid..."

"These people are our Celtics' heroes, and they are the goals that we Celtics need to learn from!"

"Sir Kelar, I respect your bravery and I admire your strength, but your so-called enlightenment..." He said: "Excuse me, this is not the behavior of a Celtic warrior!"

"Forgive? That's weak and incompetent! How can you be a Celtic hero if you don't even dare to kill your enemies?"

His words aroused the echoes of the Celtic barbarians behind him, but the Celtic knights of Maple Ridge did not agree with him. After accepting Kelar's teachings for so long, these Celts could still distinguish between weakness and kindness.

Kelar's teachings have been implemented in Maple Ridge for several years and have not been without success. The Celts in Maple Ridge all support his teachings. After all, people are not unteachable.

Therefore, Kelar also divided the Celts into raw Celts and cooked Celts according to their degree of civilization and whether they had been educated with correct principles... After all, they were all fishing and hunting peoples, so what was the difference between the Celts and the Jurchens?

Kelar smiled. He was not angry at the young duke's offense. He just turned around and faced the captured Ansa people and asked, "I ask you, who am I?"

Just when Kelar asked the Ansa people...

All the Ansa people, whether they were Ansa supervisors recognized by Kelar and arranged by Artoria, or Ansa prisoners of war who were working as laborers, they knelt on the ground like cut wheat, they shouted Kelar's holy name loudly and bowed down in his direction.

First in front of the castle, then in the farmland in the distance, and then to the edge of the territory that even Kelar couldn't see clearly, all the Ansa people knelt on the ground and shouted in unison: "You are Saint Kelar, the only saint in the world, in the past and in the future!"

Kelar's face was calm. He was not angry because of the misunderstandings of the Celts, nor was he complacent because of the fanatical admiration of the Ansa people. He just calmly looked at Hector, Merlin and others who followed him out, as well as these Celtic knights who were shocked and at a loss.

Kelar continued, "The Celtic barbarians do not understand my way of forgiveness, nor do they understand my kindness and education towards you barbarians. They regard my kindness as weakness..."

"Tell me, is my forgiveness in vain?"

"Your forgiveness will be remembered by us."

"Tell me, where is my benevolence and righteousness now?"

“Your benevolence and righteousness are being practiced here!”

"Tell me, when will my teachings take effect?"

"Your teachings..."

"My teaching will never stop!" Kelar interrupted the last question and answer session. He laughed loudly and made a gesture that could be called impolite for the first time: "As long as there is still one person in this world who does not understand my forgiveness and benevolence, my teaching will never stop!"

"Why should I, Kelar, be understood by others?"

Kelar loudly declared: "No need to think, I am right, no need to question, what I do is righteous, no need to say more, follow me to practice the truth!"

"Excuse me, your thoughts are just those of lowly insects. If that's the case, why don't you follow me, Kelar?"

"Compared to you, compared to the Celtic barbarians and the Anza pirates..."

"I, Kelar, must be absolutely right!"

Kelar's declaration was earth-shattering. All the Celts looked at Kelar in disbelief. Faced with such a twisted monster, they could not say anything, nor did they dare to say anything.

It was like accidentally passing by a sleeping dragon and not daring to make any noise for fear of attracting the dragon's attention.

The Celts fell into silence, but after a brief silence, the Ansars actually burst into even more enthusiastic, terrifying and shocking cheers and faith...

These Ansa people shouted: "Saint Kelar, you are the only truth between heaven and earth!!!"

They didn't even dare to stand up and look at Kelar. The Angus who were closer to him knelt down and rubbed their knees in front of Kelar, kissing the ground in front of Kelar madly, and even the footprints left by his feet.

The fanaticism of his faith is rare in the world.

Unlike the Celtics, the Angers have faced the night of cessation of hostilities that could make people despair and collapse their worldview, and now they have long been in confusion and self-doubt.

The jobs that Altria assigned to them could only free their bodies from confusion, but their destroyed and yet-to-be-rebuilt minds were still empty.

The Ansa people still call Kelar by the Christian tradition. In fact, it is just a habit. Once Kelar expresses his thoughts, these Ansa people whose worldviews have been completely destroyed will stick to Kelar as if they have found their backbone.

In fact, they are far more fanatical than the experienced Celts who have been taught by Kelar for several years. Even those with the lowest level of faith are true believers who firmly believe in them, and the proportion of fanatics is extremely high.

Unless Kelar is defeated and his truth is convinced by someone with a more profound truth.

The Grand Duke, who owned a county, turned pale when he saw this scene. Kelar did not even look at him, nor did he even open his mouth to refute his rebuke.

Kelar turned around, looked at the silent Celtic leaders, and chuckled, "Father, Merlin, and the 'Grand Duke' over there... Now, do you really understand my 'truth'?"

"My teachings are useless?"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 38 It's not me who's wrong, it's the world

"..."

Everyone was silent. Who dared to say that Kelar's "teaching" was useless?

Even the humble king Vortigern could not have such control over these Angus people. They seemed to have laid down their weapons out of fear, but even if there was a fire pit in front of them and Kelar ordered them to jump in, these Angus people would jump forward without hesitation.

Altria quietly watched Kelar's back, feeling quite proud. She witnessed Kelar's great achievements step by step, as well as the process of him practicing his own will. It can be said that no one knows Kelar better than her.

Now, seeing this crazy and terrifying scene, those uncivilized Celts only felt horror, but Artoria felt that "a real man should be like this".

A man who has achieved what Kelar has achieved should have no regrets, right?

Subduing a person and making him work for your own benefit is not really a skill!

To subdue their hearts and transform their thoughts is the great achievement of a saint.

"Lily, do you know what the two most difficult things in the world are?"

Kelar smiled and answered his own question: "First, it is to put the money from other people's pockets into your own pocket, and second, it is to put your own ideas into other people's heads."

"...The latter is much more difficult than the former." Kelar said with a smile: "Those who can do the former are kings, overlords, and rulers!"

"And if you can do the latter, you are a superman, a wise man, and a saint admired by others!"

"!" At this time, Merlin, who had almost heard the whole thing, looked more serious than ever. She didn't even care that Sir Ector was still beside her, and asked directly: "Kelar, what do you want to do? Will you be loyal to the future Celtic King?"

Merlin was anxious.

The scumbag wizard, who never took anything to heart and always just watched the fun, suddenly became unexpectedly anxious.

Although she still believed in fate, she had to admit that Kelar was beyond the scope and his existence would affect the branch of fate.

If Kelar did not pledge allegiance to Altria, but declared himself king...

Oh no, a second Vortigern, and an even more incomprehensible one at that, a Vortigern without any moral shortcomings.

"What do I want to do? What does it have to do with you?"

Kelar said calmly: "Merlin, since you are good-looking and I am in a good mood, I will not hit you, but this is not a reason for you to act unruly in front of me."

"How can you, a worm, understand my will?"

Kelar, what you want is simple.

He wants no one to be harmed, no one to be killed.

Life is so precious, why do humans have to hurt each other?

But humans will never be able to understand each other. No one can understand how much Kelar cherishes life, no matter in this era or in a thousand or two thousand years...

Even if humanity is on the brink of destruction, no one will understand Kelar's "not killing".

They will think it's 'stupid', it's 'naive', it's 'childish'...

But Kelar still practices this way. No matter what, he is already practicing his own way.

There are so many mediocre people who are assimilated by the environment around them. Since the environment can assimilate people, Kelar believes that as long as he changes the environment, he can assimilate others.