Type-Moon, a human love simulator

Altria could tell him anything, and those in the territory who were educated by him could call him Saint Kelar with admiration and pour out all their distress and doubts to him.

But Kelar couldn't confide his feelings to anyone, because in this era, he was alone and no one understood him. Since he chose to embark on this path, he had to bear everything on his own.

Just after Kelar finished leaving the message, he stood up as usual to prepare for Altria's first birthday, when a response came from the link that he thought was broken.

"it is good."

"???"

Even with Kelar's intelligence, he was still dizzy and didn't know what to say for a moment.

So you've been hearing it all along?!

"Hey! Morgan!!!"

Kelar was so anxious that he sent dozens of 60-second voice messages in a row: "Can you hear it? You could hear it all before??? No... No matter what you heard before, it was all fake. I tell you, it was all fake, do you understand?"

"Don't be silent, you bad woman, answer me!"

"Speak! Morgan, answer the phone..."

"..."

Kelar was very furious for a while, but Morgan never showed any intention of responding. Kelar could only be furious, thinking that he would be in trouble next time they met!

Morgan, the mimic baby is hot!

I'm waiting for you in Maple Ridge, just wait for me, wait!!!

"..."

Rubbing his cheeks, Kelar regained his spirits and finally put Morgan, the bad woman, out of his mind. He began to think about how to celebrate Altria's birthday.

"How about making a birthday cake?" Kelar scratched his head and thought to himself, "I don't think I've ever celebrated birthdays for anyone... and King Uther's condition has worsened a lot this year. I don't think many people will come, right?"

After the New Year, King Uther's health became worse and worse. It seemed that in the next few months, his life would come to an end.

He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to see Altria's next birthday.

"Forget it, let's just have a normal birthday party. Make a birthday cake and roast a whole pig to feed Altria, that's about it..."

Kelar had a good idea, but the problem was that Maple Ridge didn't seem to have complete materials, especially the sugar reserves were very low, so he might have to send someone to Rome to buy some.

Britain had sugary crops and honey, but the processing skills of the Celts and Ansa were too crude, and only in Rome could you buy crystal clear snow sugar.

This was not a problem for Kelar. The Ansa were good seafarers and would naturally make good maritime caravans. Especially since Rome was always at war, many strategic reserves were very scarce, even to the point of having to buy them from the barbarians.

Keral transported the weapons and iron ore needed by the Romans, as well as the materials and furs of Warcraft to Western Rome, in exchange for a large amount of Roman gold coins and luxury goods. These luxury goods were then circulated among the British nobles. In short, Keral's territory was close to the sea and he controlled the ports, so he could make money on both ends every time he went out to sea.

After thinking for a moment, Kelar asked, "Lily, what is the foreign exchange reserve of Roman gold coins?"

"It's already more than 10,000, and the Romans seem to have started targeting our caravans." Altria thought for a moment and said, "Our caravans will go through a lot of meaningless searches, and it seems that they are forcing us to pay money to get in through the back door, or to find a great nobleman as a backer."

"You're almost extinct, and you still have the heart to think about this?" Kelar smiled, shook his head and said, "No wonder the Western Roman Empire is getting weaker and weaker... Then we can trade directly with the Visigoths next time. The purchasing power and liquidity of Roman gold coins are still quite strong."

Although each country had its own currency, the currency of the Roman Empire was common, which was quite similar to the meaning of the later Daole.

"Also, find a time to spend all the Roman gold coins. The Western Roman Empire doesn't have many years left, and I can't predict exactly when the Hun king will destroy the Western Roman Empire."

It's funny to say that the Western Roman Empire had gradually turned into a nesting doll country, because the Visigothic Kingdom of the Goths was within the territory of the Western Roman Empire, and gradually encroached on and surrounded the Western Roman Empire.

Now most of those fighting against Attila the Hun king were Goths, and the Romans as a nation were simply unwilling to serve in the army.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 50 European Situation

"Okay, I got it. I'll give the order right away." Altria took out a notebook, wrote it down, and immediately prepared to issue the task.

Kelar was a little worried and warned: "Bring more people this time. When a country is about to fall, evil will appear. I think there will be trouble in the Western Roman Empire!"

It is embarrassing to say that a lean camel is still bigger than a horse. Even though the Western Roman Empire has fallen into such a state, the Romans still have a place among the major forces in the British Isles.

It’s just that the Roman commander Tiberius was very low-key, and usually no one noticed this Roman legion commander.

In the map of Western Rome, this place is still Britannia. King Uther and Vortigern basically declared themselves kings without legal recognition. If Rome had not split, it would have sent troops to severely suppress these Celtic barbarians.

The division of Eastern and Western Rome marked the beginning of the decline of the Roman Empire.

It would take at least a month for the Maple Ridge caravan to make a round trip.

-

"The power between Britain's red dragons and white dragons is beginning to become unbalanced."

In a garrison further south than Camelot, almost in Ireland, the Roman commander, Lucius Tiberius, put down his quill with great worry.

This is a very Roman name and also a very aristocratic name. His ancestors also produced Roman emperors. According to the Oriental people, this is a member of the Roman royal family.

"On the other hand, the situation in the Empire is getting worse and worse. The Gothic barbarians cannot be trusted at all!"

Tiberius thought angrily: "What on earth is Augustus thinking? Those barbarians conquered Rome decades ago, and now they are hiring Goths as soldiers. Odoacer will never obey orders!"

"Don't the Romans have any good men willing to serve as soldiers?"

Tiberius didn't know that the people of Western Rome were in a worse state than he thought. These Romans thought it was a good deal to spend a little money to hire some barbarians to fight for the Romans, which could save the Romans from casualties...

However, if the majority of the ethnic group in a country is unwilling to serve in the army to defend the country, then the country will not be far from destruction.

"Kailar... a Celtic saint who transports weapons and supplies to Rome every year."

Tiberius picked up the intelligence from Maple Ridge and looked at Kelar's actions this year, and was able to infer the thoughts of this man whose every move could affect the situation in Britain.

"Damn it!" After reading it, Tiberius was furious: "Kerard actually provided weapons to the Visigoths. What a damn saint, he actually helped the Gothic barbarians to commit crimes... None of these barbarians can be trusted!"

Everyone is a double standard dog. Kelar has been selling weapons and equipment to the Romans for so many years, but Tiberius thinks this is reasonable and does not think there is anything wrong with Kelar, a benevolent saint.

But now Keral did not want to sell weapons and equipment to these Romans who were still corrupt even on the brink of national destruction, and Tiberius immediately scolded him for being unworthy of being a saint. Tiberius even had the idea of ​​obstructing him and secretly decided that he would never let Keral's caravan successfully go out to sea next time.

"Also, Uther's health is getting worse and worse. It looks like we need to find a new Celtic lord to support him."

Tiberius pondered for a moment, took out a feather pen and started writing and drawing. He sorted out almost all the Celtic lords, including their personality traits and whether it would be in the interests of Rome after supporting them.

-

"Lord Kelar, the Hun Empire's offensive against Western Rome is becoming increasingly powerful."

The Ansa man in charge of the Maple Ridge caravan stood in front of Kelar. His face was weathered, and his eyes, which had just opened inadvertently, flashed with shrewdness: "Gothic King, Odoacer is very satisfied with this batch of weapons. He calls you the eternal friend of the Goths."

“Haha~” Kelar shook his head and laughed, “Odoacer is a capricious person who never takes his dignity and face seriously. When he knelt down and kowtowed to the foolish Roman emperor, anyone who saw him would think he was a filial son and a good grandson!”

But in the end, it was Odoacer who did what many barbarians wanted to do but dared not do. He deposed the emperor of the Western Roman Empire, occupied the entire Western Roman territory and proclaimed himself king.

To be honest, it is still a bit rough. If it were China, they would have to abdicate and resign three times before they could usurp the throne.

After destroying the Western Roman Empire, Odoacer turned around and surrendered to the Eastern Roman Empire. Such shamelessness, such a cool head, and such soft knees are not something that ordinary people can do.

"Just treat what Odoacer says as bullshit."

Kelar said without even looking up: "Compared to the so-called friendship of the Goths, I am more concerned about the gains from this business trip."

"I don't want those tattered silks and rotten porcelains that are more valuable than gold. What I want are food, medicine, snow sugar, fodder (soybeans and eggs), horses, etc...."

"Lord Kelar, the war caused the price of grain to fluctuate, especially since we spent a lot of money, the value of grain has increased very quickly. If we had sold it at that time, we might have made a lot of money..."

At this point, the Ansa man shook his head with regret: "But I dare not change your decision without authorization. We have bought all the food, snow sugar, medicine, kerosene, and fodder, but the transportation capacity is really limited. It may take a lot of time to transport the horses."

In fact, British horses are also very tall, otherwise the Celtic knights would not be so invincible.

However, in the era of cold weapons, war horses were strategic resources, and no family would complain about having too many horses.

"You did a great job. Go home and rest. I'll give you a vacation." Kelar nodded, then took out a piece of paper and quickly wrote a one-year leave application, saying, "Go find Lily to approve the leave application. Rest well at home during this time and spend some time with your wife and children!"

Due to Vortigern's evil deeds and the uprising of the rebels in the territory of the Bian King, many Angus who could not bear the tyranny came to Maple Ridge.

It has to be said that in the British Isles, Kelar has a lot of face. As long as the women and children of Ansa say they want to go to Maple Ridge to seek refuge with Kelar, the Celtic lords along the way will basically not make things difficult for them.

What a joke, would you offend the most powerful god of war in the British Isles just to kill a few unarmed women and children?

Everyone knows that Kelar hates killing the most!

Most women and children would be spared, but young and middle-aged people would not be so lucky. The better ones would be detained as slaves, and the worse ones would be killed directly as sacrifices to the god of war...

After all, this is still Britain, and there are still a large number of people who do not agree with Kelar's ideas and propositions.

"Thank you for your kindness, Lord Kelar." The leader of the Ansa caravan knelt on the ground, knocking his forehead against Kelar's boots like a pilgrim, and perhaps even kissing his footprints.

Kelar had long been accustomed to the Angsa people's fanatical, cult-like worship atmosphere, so he nodded and said, "Go down, I'll call you if there's anything."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 51 British atmosphere is making cake?

December passed quickly, and the caravan came and went until the end of the month.

Kelar racked his brains and finally figured out the general idea of ​​the cake-making process, but no one could say what the final product would look like.

“As good as new!”

Kelar snapped his fingers, and powerful magic power surged, resetting the half-finished cake, otherwise another batch of materials would be wasted.

"Luckily I know magic!" Kelar wiped the sweat off his face and said to himself with a sigh, "Magic is really convenient. Otherwise, if I follow this method, I would have wasted all the ingredients and still not made the cake."

"Yes, I regret it now. If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have told that little girl Lily about the cake. I could have just roasted a whole pig and gotten away with it."

Kelar looked at the filter in his hand that was condensed with magic power and used for sifting, the simple mold that fixed the cake dough, and other miscellaneous tools, and couldn't help but admire modern industry.

In the fifth century AD, it was really difficult to eat a cake, especially the baking process, which was not something that a British bakery that could only bake black bread could satisfy.

"You really do your best, Kelar. Are you doing this to please your king?"

A cool and elegant female voice came, and Kelar knew who it was without looking up. He raised his head, wiped his face and said, "Morgan, long time no see. You don't have to make fun of me the first time we meet, right?"

"Also, I made a cake for Lily on her birthday, so I can make a cake for you on your birthday, too!"

Kelar pulled out a chair in the Witch Workshop and invited Morgan to sit down like a host.

There is no other way. In the entire Maple Ridge, the witch workshop left behind by Morgan is the most suitable place for making cakes. It has a complete range of tools and magic books.

Morgan glanced across the room, his beautiful blue eyes fixed as he stared at the book "Cake Experience" written by Kelar on the desk. This guy treated making cakes as a magic project, and even recorded in detail the impact of each step, the temperature of baking the cake dough, and the ratio of cream used on the finished cake.

"You seem to be quite concerned about this kind of thing?" Morgan crossed his arms and said sarcastically, "Kailar, is this what your saintly hands are used for?"

"Whatever you do, it doesn't matter. Besides, saints are also human beings!" Kelar said nonchalantly, "And actually, I want to eat cake too... Besides, Morgan, if I practice the skill of making cakes, won't it be much more convenient for me to make it for you next time?"

"Humph, you've always been good at saying nice things to coax me since you were little!" Morgan crossed her arms, her plump breasts ready to burst out: "I've noticed this since you were still in your mother's arms listening to stories!"

The two of them spoke freely without any barriers between them. Even though they had not met for several years, Kelar still did not feel any strangeness or alienation towards the newcomer.

The same goes for Morgan. Even though she has been away for several years and has never come to see Kelar during this time, she does not feel any restraint or helplessness at all at this moment.

Before coming, Morgan was still thinking about how to create a harmonious atmosphere and how to explain his intentional alienation from Kelar, but when he met the real person, he found that these worries were unnecessary.

Just like a drop of water merging into the ocean, without any obstacles, Morgan appeared in front of Kelar. The relationship and atmosphere between the two was still the same as it was a few years ago, as if Morgan had not left for a few years, but had just left yesterday and came back today.

"Boy, the magic I taught you is for you to use on this, right?"

Morgan took a quick look and saw that Kelar had set up a small reset magic that could restore the damaged materials to their original state in time.

It looks like time is going back to the perfect moment, but in fact it is just a reorganization of matter, allowing the baked and stirred ingredients to be separated and returned to their original state.

Matter neither increases nor decreases; it is not some profound magic.

"Doesn't this show that you are a good teacher?"

Kelar smiled back, and Morgan crossed his arms out of habit and said to Kelar, "By the way, I didn't come back alone this time."

"Ah? What do you mean?" Kelar said without even looking up: "Did you also bring Vivian and Lancelot with you?"

Kelar knew some basic structure of the fairies in Avalon. Vivian was the leader of the Fairies of the Lake, and Morgan was one of the Nine Fairy Queens of Avalon. It could be said that they were not subordinate to each other, but of course the Nine Fairy Queens were nominally higher.

There are only a few high-level fairies, and Morgan has been back to Avalon for so many years, so he has to deal with Vivian.

"Humph, that troublesome and stingy woman, I don't want to bother with her."

Morgan stretched out her hand and stroked her snow-like hair. For some reason, she looked at Kelar with a bit of malice, narrowed her eyes and smiled: "I mean, I brought my sons here..."

"It's time for you to meet each other, and for my sons to meet my most outstanding disciples."

"My son Gawain, who is blessed by the sun and is the strongest, and my son Agrawen, who knows no pain and is my most trusted son."

Morgan said calmly, "Kay, I plan to send them to Arthur's side, waiting for an opportunity to overthrow Arthur's kingdom. If Arthur can't take care of his country, how about I be the king instead?"

"You'll support me, right? Kai!"