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There was no need for Kelar to chase them. They shouted all kinds of hateful slogans and spontaneously started chasing Al...

However, some people took advantage of the chaos and started buying for free.

"Your golden body is broken. Remember, once you retreat, there is no turning back." Kelar smiled and put the edgeless sword back into the scabbard. He didn't even make a move or show his strength. Just a name was enough to scare Al away.

If Al did not run away, but instead lined up to fight against Kelar, these oppressed people would still not dare to resist this cruel lord, and they would still choose to wait and see.

But as soon as Al ran, the fact that he was a paper tiger was instantly exposed, and those who were still waiting and watching naturally had no scruples.

Kelar did not make any more moves. He wanted these kneeling people to stand up, so what he should do now was to stand here and watch them.

"Resistance is an eternal topic. You see, it is so simple to inspire people to resist. It doesn't even require brilliant and rich words. All you need is a flag and anger in your heart."

"Violence cannot suppress people's hearts. Only benevolence can bring people together."

Kelar put away his sword, looked at Altria and said, "Let's go. There's no need to travel. You've already become a master, Lily."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 47 A Group of Insects

[At the age of 18, after two years of traveling, you returned to Maple Ridge with Altria. You have completely grown into a vigorous adult man, but your strength has reached a bottleneck. If there is no great opportunity, there is probably no room for further growth.]

[Altria is 13 years old, and her strength has surpassed that of a first-class Heroic Spirit. She can probably beat three to four Sirs Hector, but she was defeated by a brown-haired uncle next to Hector.]

['My name is Lancelot' - the uncle said with a smile. His martial arts were unmatched. Even Altria, who had A-level intuition, was still no match for his superb martial arts.]

[Although Artoria cannot beat Lancelot, it doesn't matter. You happened to pass by and were dragged by Artoria to compete with Lancelot... and by the way, you can severely dampen Lancelot's arrogance! ]

[You don't understand the ways of the world when competing with the future king. What are you going to do in the future? Are you going to split this country? ]

[You were very helpless and thought this was a meaningless contest, but you would not refuse Altria's request, so you casually broke off a branch and began to fight with this powerful knight who was known for his martial arts skills that were unmatched in Britain for an era.]

[So you broke Lancelot's sword, the powerful treasure you got from the lake fairy, in five rounds.]

[“Knight of the Lake, not bad.” You praised from the bottom of your heart. After all, Merlin, known as the British Sword Master, was defeated by you in just three rounds, but Lancelot lasted five rounds. He is worthy of his name of Infinite Martial Arts! ]

[“How is it possible?” Lancelot’s incredulous look makes you feel particularly happy. His sword, the Indestructible Lake Light, is the same as the Sword of Promised Victory, the holy sword entrusted to humans by the lake elves.]

[Because of the same origin, its toughness is even comparable to the Sword of Promised Victory. The blade is engraved with elven characters. The characteristic of this sword is that it has a blade that shines like the lake water under the moon and will never be destroyed.]

[Merlin appeared at some point and acted as a narrator, telling you and Altria the origin of this holy sword.]

[Purity? Is it useful? ]

[You threw the branch aside and looked at Lancelot, who seemed to be in a daze, with calm eyes. You knew that this person would no longer pose any risk to Altria's kingdom.]

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"Your Majesty Vortigern, Sir Eyre wishes to see you."

A court wizard said to Vortigern very respectfully.

The white dragon lazily opened his gray vertical pupils and asked casually, "Aier? Is he the loser who doesn't even have a territory and was expelled by his own people?"

"Tsk~ This loser is worse than Hengist!" Vortigern sneered, "He was actually frightened into running away in panic by a ranger using the name of Kelar. What's going on? Are there no warriors left in Europe? Are all those who came here cowards and losers?"

Well, I used to think Hengist was such a loser, as Kelar defeated 70,000 people alone... Now look at others, they are not even as good as Hengist!

"Your Majesty Vortigern, he is here to offer you advice and provide you with intelligence on the rebels."

The court wizard lowered his head and said, "According to Sir Al, those peasants have become powerful. Not only he was expelled, but up to now, more than half of the lords under your command have been killed or expelled..."

“Is this true?” Vortigern finally became interested. He stood up and said, “It seems that Al is not the only loser who came to see me this time, right?”

"..."

The wizard said nothing, obviously agreeing.

Futigeng waved his hand and said, "Okay, let these rubbish get out of here."

After a while, many people walked into Vortigern's palace one after another. They had lost their former glory and looked exhausted. Al looked even more miserable, with only scars on his body except for his weapons.

"Your Majesty Vortigern..."

Just as Al was about to cry, he was glanced at by Vortigern. Suddenly, his hair stood on end and cold sweat broke out, and he couldn't say anything.

Vortigern's pair of cold, vertical pupils like dragons and snakes swept across the entire audience, causing everyone to shudder. The white dragon said, "Al, do you think that by bringing a bunch of trash to see me, you can be exempted from the crime because the law does not punish the masses?"

"You are a cowardly fool. You are not even as good as the hound Hengist. You are just a stupid rabbit with a dull mind at best!"

Vortigern said in a cold voice: "Have you been frightened by two rangers pretending to be Kelar? You actually abandoned the territory and ran away without any resistance or even confirming the identities of those two people?"

"Do you know, according to my rules, what will happen to you for such a crime?"

Originally, Vortigern was too lazy to kill the waste Al himself. After all, with his status, if he went to great lengths to hunt down a person, wouldn't that be granting him the supreme honor?

It would be better if Kelar could be asked to chase and kill him personally.

But I was too lazy to kill him. It was different from him running towards me seeking death. Since I saw him, I might as well just crush him to death.

Al was also very upset. Why didn't he confirm it at that time?

That person said he was Kelar, but he didn't even have time to pack his things before running away...

Little did they know that it was Fu Fu who was behind this. Although the little kitten was flattened in Kelar's hands, it was still the three-eyed strange cat that gave King Arthur a headache, and it was a beast with the principle of comparison.

Fu Fu has a peculiar ability. As long as what she says is the truth, the other party will believe it without a doubt. Of course, ordinary people cannot lie in front of it. After all, it is a comparison of who is stronger, not who can brag more.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

Al wanted to argue, but Vortigern was too lazy to listen to him. The Son of the Gods waved his hand, and a dark circle like the abyss appeared under Al's feet, and then he was swallowed up.

The white dragon that devours light and shadow, Vortigern's magical abilities are not outstanding, but the dragon's innate spells are much more powerful than many magics.

Coupled with the inherent magical power of dragons and the etheric magic that is inhaled and exhaled between breaths, these nobles who have a family background in magic and have some knowledge of magic are able to despair.

This is simply not a monster that humans can fight against. In British mythology, dragons are super mythical creatures that are equal to gods!

"Don't you have anything else to say?" After killing the coward who made him unhappy, Vortigern turned to look at the others: "Tell me, how did you get driven out of the territory by those mud-legged people?"

"..."

Under the gaze of Vortigern's cold vertical pupils, no one dared to speak first.

Vortigern sneered: "Why is no one talking? Are all my subordinates insects like you?"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 48: His Majesty the Merciful Vortigern

In fact, these nobles were overthinking it. Vortigern would not kill them all.

Although these nobles who were driven out of their territories by their people were trash in Vortigern's eyes, they were still human beings after all.

Those free people and serfs who were ruled were not even considered human beings, and Vortigern didn't care about their thoughts at all.

In Vortigern's concept, blood and marriage come first, noble lineage comes second, and family background comes third. As for ordinary people who have no blood and marriage, no noble blood, and are not descendants of rulers, they are just ants and should be trampled upon.

In his heart, Vortigern wished he could kill all these good-for-nothings and replace them with new lords, but there were very few nobles with noble blood under his command. He couldn't make those peasants nobles, could he?

If that happened, even Vortigern himself would laugh at himself, and he would not have the face to be a king.

"Why don't I have people like Kelar under my command?" Vortigern sighed secretly. His foolish brother Uther had so many brave generals and wizards. The leader of the Druid Wizard Group was Merlin, and there were also many Celtic warriors of the first-class heroic level.

But the people under his command are just a bunch of good-for-nothings and useless people. If they are ordered to fight, even the royal city will be defeated.

It seemed that they finally realized that Vortigern had no intention of killing anyone anymore. The nobles began to talk about it. In short, those low-level Ansa bastards began to unite. They held up the flag of Kelar and held a so-called "Gospel of Kelar", claiming that the savior was on earth...

The nobles have absolute control over their own territories, and it is no problem for them to suppress the serfs in their own territories. However, the rebels have grown like a snowball, developing one territory after another, and have now become a very large resistance force.

"Heh~ A group of slaves without even armor dare to rebel against their masters?"

After listening to this, Vortigern sneered and stood up. His tall and mighty figure loomed over everyone. He said, "Then let me crush these slaves' unrealistic fantasies!"

"Since you have declared your allegiance to me, your king, I will naturally help you recover your lost territory."

The nobles naturally knelt on the ground in gratitude: "Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty the merciful Vortigern."

"kindness?"

Even a man like Vortigern couldn't help but be stunned. He knew that this was a good word to praise the king, but he never thought that this word would fall on him one day.

Isn't that kindness?

In the Kingdom of Camelot, if a noble abandoned his territory and fled, he would lose his qualifications as a noble and would not be worthy of inheriting the title. His descendants, including his offspring, would all become commoners in the future.

What a terrible ending this is!

Therefore, the Celtic nobles would rather die in battle in their territory than choose to escape.

However, Vortigern simply killed a foreign Ansa man without causing any harm, and then made light of the matter. He was even willing to help them regain their territory. What a kind king he was!

For the nobles, Vortigern was indeed a boss who was more worthy of loyalty than King Uther. Vortigern had completely different faces towards the nobles and the common people.

Of course, a humble king is a humble king after all. If the number of nobles under Vortigern's command is large enough, he will be more brutal than King Uther. At least as for these nobles today, Vortigern wanted to kill them, but he was worried that after killing them, there would be no nobles for him to enthrone.

[At the age of 19, a huge event happened again on the British Isles. After more than ten years, this was the second time that King Vortigern left his own capital.]

[Only this time, Vortigern did not declare war on the Celtic king Uther, but brutally suppressed the uprising rebels in the country. ]

[The rebels were just a group of peasants, so they were naturally unable to resist the invincible Sons of the Age of Gods. They were slaughtered and defeated. The territories occupied by the rebels were quickly recovered. However, some stubborn Ansa people refused to surrender and retreated into the lush forests of the British Isles, leaving Vortigern helpless.]

[Vortigern is not a good man, nor is he a nanny for the nobles. He is a white dragon entrenched in Britain, the king of the island enjoying the afterglow of Britain's Age of Gods. With the arrogance of this son of the Age of Gods, it is already a shame to attack these peasants. If he continues to hunt them down, wouldn't he become a servant of the nobles? ]

[During this period, Kelar had sent the Lord's Guard to deliver a large amount of supplies to these rebels to support their just resistance, but this caused Maple Ridge's finances to become somewhat stretched.]

[After all, the Age of Gods is gradually fading away, and the resource output of Maple Ridge is decreasing every year. There is still no place in the entire British Isles that is declining, and only the capital city of Camelot is left.]

[Altria has become the chief steward of Maple Ridge. With the help of her three aides Qian Gu, Shu Qi, and Xing Ming, she has become an outstanding leader. She will consider the perspective of most people when making any decision, and will not make decisions based on personal preferences.]

[At the age of 14, Altria had grown into a beautiful lady, a perfect match for the Knight King that Kelar knew. It was just a pity that she was still too young and had not grown into the Northern Hemisphere.]

[Altria often dresses like a man. Only when she returns to the castle will she wear a dress that is more feminine, although the dress is also for men...]

[You admire the red dragon you have cultivated yourself. She is kind and enthusiastic, strict but fair, selfless but warm, with wisdom mixed with force. She will not be deceived by anyone's sweet talk, nor will she be blinded by anger. She has her own demands and interests, and is highly unified with the country.]

[You believe that such a king is the true king of perfection. ]

"Lily, you are fourteen years old this year, right?"

Kelar put away the book he was compiling, looked up at Altria, and said, "Come to think of it, I haven't celebrated your birthday yet!"

In fact, the Celts did not practice this. You cannot expect a group of barbarians to have a relaxing and joyful celebration like birthdays. The Celts only celebrated Samhain (equivalent to the Spring Festival), Harvest Festival and Halloween. If they won a war, they would also sacrifice to the god of war Lenus.

"What's a birthday?" Altria was stunned, but she was used to hearing some advanced words and phrases from Kelar from time to time.

Kelar explained: "A birthday is the day a person is born, and it is a festive day to celebrate a person's birthday every year."

"It's a holiday for one person."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 49 Bad woman! Wait for me!

"A holiday for one person alone?" Altria glanced at Kailar, who was sorting papers at his desk, and then said, "Kai, are you willing to celebrate my birthday?"

Celebrate my birthday alone, as a holiday that belongs to me alone...

The second half of the sentence was left unsaid. Although Altria was a Celt, due to her personality, she was more reserved than the Cyris.

Kelar did not notice the deep meaning hidden in Altria's eyes. Girls of this age have ever-changing minds. Not to mention that he did not notice it at all, even if he noticed it, he could not guess what Altria was thinking.

"Of course, Lily." Kelar answered without hesitation: "Let me help you host your first birthday party!"

"Lily, do you have any friends you want to invite?" Kelar asked with a smile, "We can't just celebrate your birthday with the two of us, right?"

"There's nothing wrong with two people." Altria muttered quietly, but she knew rationally that this was somewhat unrealistic, so she said: "Invite Sir Hector and Merlin. If Kai knows someone, you can invite a few more."

"It's a pity that Lancelot lost his mind and went back to Avalon to lick his wounds with his mother."

Kelar couldn't help but shook his head and said, "Otherwise, there will be more people wishing our Lily a happy birthday."

Altria thought to herself, "They are not important. As long as there is one person in the whole of Britain who is willing to celebrate my birth, that is enough."

Altria's birthday is December 30th, and the Celtic Samhain is on November 1st, which means it's not long since the Chinese New Year.

"Morgan, I'm going to celebrate Lily's birthday and hold a party in Maple Ridge. Lily asked me to invite friends, and you were the first one I thought of."

After thinking for a while, Kelar continued, "By the way, if you are willing to come, remember to bring my sword. You took away my decorative sword, and now I can only use a dinner knife and a branch to fight."

After Altria left, Kelar left a message to Morgan out of habit. After Morgan left, Kelar would occasionally leave a message to Morgan whose connection had been disconnected. Anyway, she couldn't hear him, and she wouldn't say with disgust that she would never help him again. It was just the right place for him to talk to her.