Type-Moon, a human love simulator

Morgan shook his head and said stubbornly: "You don't understand, what I'm fighting for is not just the throne!"

"What is that?" Kailarchi asked, "It can't be that they are trying to steal someone's life, right? There's no such thing as a beauty that can only be possessed by the strong!"

"How can it be!!!"

Morgan's voice rose several notches for some reason, so loud that it almost attracted the attention of bystanders. She seemed to have noticed this, and her voice returned to normal. She snorted and said, "Who am I, Morgan? How could I snatch someone from others?"

"Humph! Is there anyone in Britain who is worth fighting for?"

Perhaps her arrogant image was deeply rooted in Kelar's heart, Morgan's stubborn and extreme reaction did not arouse Kelar's suspicion.

Morgan felt a little regretful after she had spoken stubbornly, but she couldn't admit it, let alone take back what she had said. She felt very uncomfortable and her pretty face was a little conflicted.

"I hope Kelar didn't misunderstand me. There is actually one person worth fighting for..."

I don't want to say that, but I don't know why.

Morgan was feeling depressed and thought anxiously: "Well, I guess I'm not hated. I'm so annoyed!"

Morgan lowered his head and struggled with his arrogant nature. He thought for a long time, and when he turned around, he saw Kelar leaning against the bay window of the castle, staring out of the window in a trance, with a cold and calm expression...

His already outstanding appearance, coupled with his stern look at this moment, further highlights Kelar's attributes as a handsome young man.

“He’s so handsome.”

"But what is Kelar thinking about? Is he thinking about me too..."

Morgan was full of thoughts here, but what was Kelar thinking about?

"..."

"Well... I built so much cake for nothing, but in the end I didn't even get to eat a single bite of it. I'm so disappointed!"

Kelar thought to himself, "I thought it was just a small birthday party for three or four people. Besides, the cake is just an appetizer, so it doesn't matter if I make a little less. But so many people showed up all of a sudden."

"No, the more I think about it, the angrier I get. Besides, I'm so hungry. I'm not full at all... Well, it's decided. When we have the roasted pig later, I want to eat the whole thing. I want to perform a show in front of everyone: I eat a pig in three bites!"

Thinking of this, a mysterious smile emerged on Kelar's face. Morgan's heart trembled when he saw it. Why did Kelar suddenly smile? Did he see through my thoughts?

He is worthy of being called the saint of Britain. Is there anyone wiser than Kelar in the entire British island?

Morgan couldn't help but feel deeply moved. Although Kelar was once her disciple, by now, Kelar's achievements and abilities had already far surpassed hers.

The Celts loved eating pork, especially wild boar. As a fishing and hunting nation, the Celts believed that domestic pigs in captivity had no wildness. Only the wild boars that ran wildly in the mountains and forests and were full of energy were the delicacy of the Celtic warriors.

In fact, to put it bluntly, the wild boars in the forest have gone through the survival of the fittest in nature. The domestic pigs in captivity will not be abandoned if they are in poor health. The wild boars often fight with other animals, so they will naturally become stronger, and the chance of becoming a monster is much greater than that of domestic pigs.

Before, Kelar went into the mountains and caught three wild boars, one of which reached the level of a magical beast. Its bones and blood had miraculous effects and could even be used as spellcasting materials to reduce the consumption of magic power.

"These are three wild boars that I hunted myself. Should they be enough for everyone?"

As Kelar spoke, he tore off a roasted pig's front leg and finished eating it while he was talking.

Altria knew Kelar too well. While he was still speaking politely, the little lion had already eaten two pig legs at an astonishing speed and was moving on to the ribs...

Well, when it comes to eating, no one can beat her (sure)!

Upon seeing this, Kelar swallowed the polite words he had prepared, sat down and started eating, making the barbecue as fast as drinking meat, and his speed was no slower than that of Altria.

Morgan was dumbfounded. She couldn't help but pull the childish ghost who was having an "eating competition" with Altria and asked: "Kai, are you in Maple Ridge so poor? You don't have enough food to eat on weekdays or what..."

"Get out of the way, women will only slow down my eating speed!"

Unfortunately, Kelar was in no mood to answer Morgan's question at this moment because he was about to lose.

"I'm done eating!" Artoria put down the bone she had chewed clean, wiped her greasy mouth gracefully, looked at Kelar with a little pride, and made a "yeah" gesture.

"Oyster!"

Kelar lowered his head in disappointment: "I lost. Please, it's all your fault..."

These two people ate a whole pig each. The rest of the people who hadn't eaten yet were dumbfounded. It seemed that they were just joking when they were dividing the cake. When it came to the real situation of eating, these two people would not laugh and joke with you.

Of course, the remaining pig is indeed the best one, and has become a wild boar at the level of a monster.

Although the Celts were brutal and cruel on the battlefield, they also had the hospitable habits of all fishing and hunting peoples, and would use their best things to entertain their guests.

Gao Wen pulled Aguiwen hesitantly and whispered, "According to what mother said, this will be the master we need to be loyal to in the future. I am a little worried about who will serve as the assistant officer in charge of logistics."

Gao Wen joked, "Our lord eats too much. The logistics pressure must be very great. What if there is a shortage of military rations?"

"..." Agguiwen looked serious and hard as iron. He nodded seriously and said, "This is indeed a problem. I will advise the king to store food in the capital at all times. If there is no other way, then I will be the only assistant officer."

After the banquet, Morgan did not return Kelar's exclusive weapon, the Sword of Truth. Instead, he just let him take a look at it and then took it away.

No, it should be said that he let Artoria and King Uther take a look.

Hi~ Who said I'm stupid?

The witch with black stockings tied around her flesh was not stupid at all at this time.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 57 My daughters, aren’t they pretty good?

In fact, a few years ago, Merlin, at the instruction of King Uther, began to promote public opinion about the destined king to build momentum for the selection of the king for the Sword in the Stone. King Uther also repeatedly said that he had no son and that any Celt who met the requirements was qualified to become king.

But these words were only meant to fool fools, as Morgan simply did not believe them and had never thought of drawing his sword to bring humiliation upon himself. Gawain and the others naturally understood that Altria would definitely become king.

Otherwise, why would we need the British saint, Kelar, to assist us personally?

The only person worthy of having someone like Kelar as his assistant is the Supreme King.

Gawain and Agraven finally stayed, and as King Uther's face grew increasingly gloomy, they knelt on one knee and declared their allegiance to the future king, Artoria.

As to whether it was true loyalty or false, not only King Uther knew it, but even Altria knew it.

However, the greatest ability of a true leader is to use people.

Altria just glanced at Kelar, and everything was self-explanatory. There was already an unspoken understanding between the two of them.

She knew that this was not just Kelar's test and journey, but that she was really beginning to touch the highest authority in Britain.

See everything from the perspective of a king.

There are many kinds of kings. If you leave everything to wise ministers to govern the country, you can indeed become a hegemon. But since Artoria wants to become an emperor, the ability to judge people and the ability to make decisions are essential.

Duke Huan of Qi was the first hegemon of the Spring and Autumn Period. At his peak, he could even influence the selection of the Zhou emperor. However, after the death of Guan Zhong, his true nature was immediately exposed. He listened to the advice of treacherous ministers and led the powerful Qi State into civil strife.

Employing the best people and allowing them to fully develop their talents can only be said to be on the average level, such as Liu Chan.

Employing mediocre people, being able to see the hidden nature of a mediocre person and giving him a platform to develop his potential shows that he is a wise ruler who knows how to identify and employ people, such as Liu Che.

And employing people according to their shortcomings means being able to put a person who is of no benefit to you, or even harmful to you, hostile to you, or wants to rebel, in the right place, and turning a bad person into an advantage. This is a rare sage king, such as Liu Bang.

For a 'Great Emperor', there is no one who cannot be used. Not being able to use them is just a matter of your ability.

Therefore, after having some contact with Gawain and Aguivan, Artoria assigned responsibilities to them.

Agguiwen is a man of cold, hard, and heartless character, so he replaces the criminal staff to enforce the laws of Maple Ridge.

However, Gawain was frivolous and arrogant, and could not be used directly without tempering him, so Artoria sent him to carry out the "Swords into Plowshares" project, and the Shuqi staff dispatched the personnel, the Qiangu staff calculated the expenditures, and the Xingming staff, that is, Aggguiwen, supervised the gains and losses.

Everyone checks and balances each other. Unless the four of them join forces to rebel, anyone who wants to do something will be subject to constraints and checks and balances from all sides.

If Gawain gave up, it would implicate Agragwen, and Agragwen would not protect Gawain because of his character.

Kelar did not offer any advice to Altria. He just stood by and watched, praising her in his heart: "Lily, you have mastered the art of employing people and balancing power."

Turning swords into plowshares was the policy Kelar enacted a few years ago after he subdued tens of thousands of Onsa people and cleared out their weapons.

Too many swords were unnecessary, and Kelar originally wanted to cast them all into farm tools.

As a result, the number of weapons for more than 70,000 people was really too large. The number of blacksmith shops in Maple Ridge could not meet the demand, and it could not be effectively implemented.

Kelar could only temporarily pile these remnants in the warehouse, and while building the territory, he slowly and orderly carried out the process of turning swords into plowshares.

At the same time, it can also be seen from this that Maple Ridge's industry is too single, and more infrastructure needs to be built to meet the growing needs of the residents.

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Even as Artoria used the two sons of Morgan with a balancing technique that the Celtic barbarians had never seen before, King Uther no longer watched, his eyes filled with an inexplicable envy and regret, which eventually turned into satisfaction.

He stopped looking and turned his gaze to Kelar, saying very humbly: "Sir Kelar, the saint of Britain..."

"Do you have time to talk to me, an old man who is about to die?"

"It is my pleasure, King Uther."

Kelar did not refuse King Uther's request. He led King Uther to his office, and King Uther politely declined Hector's request to follow him.

King Uther was in poor health. He was out of breath after walking such a short distance. It was obvious that he would not live long. After the two men sat down, Kelar looked at him seriously, wanting to hear what the king who had ruled Britain for decades had to say.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and King Uther suddenly said, "My daughters, are you very good?"

"..."

Kelar almost choked on his breath. He stared at King Uther with wide eyes and said, "Huh? Ah? King Uther, what are you talking about? I seem to have heard a minority language that is very similar to Celtic just now?"

"I mean... whether it's Morgan or Lily, they're both pretty good, right?"

King Uther took out a handkerchief, wiped the sweat from his forehead with a tired look, and sighed, "I have always known that Morgan is obsessed with the throne. After all, she is the real king of the British Isles. I, the king, am just a scumbag who has seized the throne of my daughter!"

"Morgan's desire for the throne far outweighs her life." King Uther sighed deeply, "I don't want to really harm her life, nor do I want to return the throne to Morgan."

King Uther laughed at himself and said, "Arthur once said that I was a cold political creature, but when it comes to Morgan, I seem to have some warmth of a father. At least I really can't kill Morgan without any burden."

"Kailar, as you can see, I am indeed a mediocre mortal king. I am not tough, and I am even a little weak."

King Uther looked at Kelar with gentle eyes and said, "As for Morgan's problems, only you and Arthur can solve them."

Born with the concept of a savior fairy, Morgan is born to be a king, but this also makes her obsession with the throne very strong. After all, this is one of her essences. If she does not covet the throne, it would be tantamount to denying her own essence.

"..."

Kelar, who was a fan of Yunyue, didn't know this. He couldn't help but think of how he had repeatedly persuaded Morgan to give up the throne, but Morgan did not turn against him. Instead, he tolerated his unintentional mistake. For a moment, he couldn't help feeling a little ashamed.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 58 I will take off the crown

But King Uther's momentary kindness and guilt seemed to be just Kelar's illusion. His face was once again filled with the king's coldness: "Although I still have some human feelings, I must make this decision. I must step on Morgan and become the king of Britain."

"Because I am the king of humans, not the king of fairies. I have to consider the Celts living on the British Isles and must not let the fairies' plan succeed!"

"Otherwise, where will my people go? There is no room for human survival in the inner sea of ​​stars!"

King Uther stared at Kelar with sharp eyes, and for the first time, the majesty of a king was revealed: "Sir Kelar, you should know, right? Only the most determined will can make the most painful decision."

"Before dinner, I just talked with Arthur Pendragon about some topics related to the kingly way."

Calling Arthur, instead of Lily's nickname, represents that King Uther is talking to the future king from the perspective of a king.

"..." Kelar did not interrupt, but stretched out his hand to signal him to continue.

King Uther carefully observed Kelar's expression, and then he couldn't help asking, "Hmm? Sir Kelar, aren't you curious? What did I say to Arthur?"

"I'm not curious, to be honest..."

Kelar had a calm expression, and there was no expression on his handsome, god-like face. The dignity and indifference that emanated from his bones even gave King Uther the illusion that he, the king, was being looked down upon by the other party.

Or is it not an illusion?

But the next moment, this elegance that was so beautiful that it was not offensive was destroyed.

Kelar's face was flawless no matter how you looked at it, but he spoke with that equally perfect mouth: "It's none of my business, it's none of your business" - remember, this is my final interpretation of you British barbarians. "

"King Uther, you should know what my attitude is towards you and the whole of Britain, right?"

Kelar's tone was cold and harsh, and there was a kind of half-smile on his face. He seemed to be looking at you, but also seemed not to be. That gaze went deep into your bones, as if it penetrated your skin and saw your soul...

It's chilling.

If Artoria were here, she would definitely recognize that this was Kelar's very rare Saint-only mode. Seeing Kelar in this state, even Artoria didn't dare to say much and could only follow him closely and look up at him.

Kelar revealed undisguised arrogance, his eyes looked at King Uther, but his gaze was not fixed on him, as if there was nothing in front of him.

"King Uther, have you ever seen a human being?"

Kelar said slowly, "Altria, the future King Arthur, is my most perfect work. If she is easily led astray by a few words from you, the mortal king, then isn't that mocking my incompetence?"

"If this is the case, how can I still have the face to carry out the great cause of enlightenment?"

Kelar couldn't help but burst into laughter and said, "King Uther, you underestimate me, Kelar, and you underestimate Altria Pendragon... You also think too highly of yourself!"