Type-Moon, a human love simulator

If anyone else had said this, they would have been dragged away and chopped to pieces, but the person in front of him was Kelar, so King Uther did not get angry. After all, the same words spoken by different people would have different consequences.

King Uther shook his head slightly, but he was not afraid of Kelar's distortion and danger. He was dying, and there was nothing in the world that frightened him anymore.

He did not agree with Kelar because the saint was too arrogant. He regarded "all mankind" as a whole, without distinction of hierarchy or strength, and regarded "humanity" as a tool to carry his own will.

It's just that, saint...

Have you ever seen a human being?

But I am willing to obey you, and I am willing to believe in you, because you are not an ordinary person, but divine.

"Well... maybe what you said is reasonable, Kelar."

King Uther coughed lightly, and faced with Kelar's disrespectful and even insulting words, he said with a look of satisfaction: "If Arthur can really become the great emperor you mentioned, if she can really give Britain and the Celts a better future, then it doesn't matter if she doesn't remember the kingly way and experience of this 'mediocre king'."

King Uther was completely relieved. From beginning to end, he didn't mind Kelar's offense at all.

Because his purpose in talking to Kelar was only one from beginning to end, that is to confirm whether this British saint would be loyal to the future King Arthur.

As long as you get the answer you want, everything else is nothing more than a trivial matter!

Now King Uther was completely relieved. People like Kelar had a heart as strong as iron. Once they made a decision, they would never be shaken.

Morgan could not shake Kelar's will. Since he chose Arthur, he would never support Morgan as king again.

Kelar raised his eyebrows and said nothing. He knew that this was the last time he and King Uther would meet.

After sending King Uther away, Altria looked calm and did not show any sadness. Kelar said to her, "Lily, prepare your speech to become king! Your time will soon come."

King Uther, you are indeed a mortal king.

But you are not mediocre. You have exhausted your wisdom and tried your best to keep Britain stable as it is today and to enable Lily to succeed to the throne smoothly.

You who believe in the wisdom of future generations...

Perhaps, future generations are indeed worthy of trust.

-

"Cough...cough..."

King Uther was lying in the majestic palace with a sick look on his face. He was surrounded by the Celtic lords under his command. Basically, they were either great nobles who ruled a county, or relatives of King Uther who were related by marriage.

"You...are all here...my most loyal subjects."

King Uther is on his last legs and could die at any time; his life span has come to an end.

But when he saw Merlin coming in with a sword in his hand, he suddenly opened his eyes wide, propped himself up without any help from others, and took the sword from Merlin with both hands.

His cloudy eyes still scanned everyone present with dignity, and he said, "At this point, are you still willing to obey my orders?"

All the nobles knelt on one knee in front of the dying king and said in unison: "Your Majesty King Uther, you are our king, the king of the Celts, and we are willing to obey your orders."

"I will take off the crown!"

King Uther nodded with a ruddy face and said, "Yes, the time to choose a king has come. My final prophecy is as follows!"

He stood up, stared at the sword in his hand, and said with all his strength: "Whoever pulls out this sword will be the King of Britain!"

After saying this, King Uther used up his last bit of strength and threw the sword in his hand. The sword flashed with dazzling light, which passed all the way over the eternal white city of Camelot. In front of everyone's witness, it finally stuck into a large rock on the outskirts of the city.

There is a line of words engraved on the stone:

"Only a king can pull the sword from the stone."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 59 Pull out the sword from the stone and you will be king

"Uther, you selfish old bastard!"

When Tiberius learned that King Uther's dying prophecy was that the sword in the stone would choose the king, he became furious. This was different from what they had agreed on!

King Uther had no sons, and his only daughter was the Elf Queen of Avalon, which meant that King Uther had no heir at all. Therefore, as early as before the Samhain festival the year before, Tiberius had already discussed the issue of succession to the Kingdom of Camelot with King Uther.

This is also the reason why Tiberius, as the Roman consul in Britannia, would spare no effort to support King Uther.

After all, King Uther had no descendants, so the matter of the next King of Camelot would be very interesting, and this kind of benefit was enough to drive the Roman consul to help.

Firstly, there was no doubt that the successor would be a Celtic lord.

However, Tiberius first pretended to let King Uther nominate candidates, and then crossed out these people in his mind.

Tiberius had guessed that King Uther had deliberately made him misunderstand, but in this kind of situation, it was better to kill the innocent than to let him go. It was not in the interest of Rome to have another king like Uther.

During the reign of King Uther, the Roman Empire could not gain any benefit from Britannia. King Uther often used the excuse of being an inferior king to prevaricate. Tiberius did not dare to press too hard, otherwise he might not be able to maintain even this little bit of friendship.

Tiberius was very clear-headed. What he wanted was not just superficial respect, but tangible benefits to give back to the Roman Empire, such as food and weapons from Britain.

Don't even think about taxes. It's good enough to get food and weapons, even if you have to buy them with money.

Tiberius felt that the weapons of Britain were outrageous, because the forging level of weapons produced by Maple Ridge was obviously much stronger than that of Rome. He didn't know what kind of cheats these barbarians had used to make the technology tree so distorted.

After some intrigue with King Uther, Tiberius returned to his residence with satisfaction with the second version of the list and began to secretly contact those restless grand dukes.

These high-ranking lords with vast territories and powerful armies are only one step away from becoming the King of Camelot. It is impossible for them to ignore King Uther's throne. In addition, most of these great nobles are related to King Uther by blood, so it is barely reasonable for them to inherit the throne.

The most satisfying idea in Tiberius' mind was to allow Camelot to actually split, with the major lords being leaderless and everyone wanting to be king. These Celts would fight with each other, but in the end they could only rely on the Romans.

As a result, King Uther played such a trick before his death, and Tiberius could not handle it. Your sword of the king was recognized by almost all Celts. Do others have any other choice except drawing the sword?

"No...there is still a chance."

Tiberius took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and regained his calmness: "Human greed is endless. How many people's ambitions can be suppressed by King Uther's prophecy?"

Tiberius bent over his desk and began to write a letter rapidly.

-

As King Uther's court steward and brother, Hector also has strong authority in the Kingdom of Camelot.

However, facing almost all Celtic lords, he was not the legitimate King of Camelot after all, so Hector called back his brother Lancelot, the Knight of the Lake, who had fled back to Gaul in isolation, to support him.

Lancelot's martial power was the best in an entire era. If it weren't for Kelar, even King Arthur would not be able to defeat Lancelot. This guy was that strong.

This man has the blood of a fairy, and is a half-brother of Hector. As a human, he possesses strength comparable to that of a dragon.

With the support of Lancelot's military force, and Hector's deep understanding of the Celtic people's nature and logic, he easily suppressed the inappropriate thoughts in these people's minds.

In King Uther's palace, Hector sat under the throne wearing armor, looking coldly at the lords gathered in the royal city. Next to him stood Lancelot, a handsome uncle with a melancholy and autistic look on his face.

Although this man looks depressed and like a victim, he is really strong. Even King Arthur's army cannot stop Lancelot. He is also a strong man who can form an army alone.

Almost all the more rebellious lords have been educated by Lancelot, and now these people are as obedient as cats, and what Hector said is finally useful.

"Hector, my brother, why didn't your son Kelar come?"

Lancelot held the holy sword that the fairies had repaired with great effort, and said, "With Kelar here, what's there to worry about with these people?"

Hector shook his head and said, "Lancelot, you know that Kelar doesn't listen to me again. I can't call him!"

So you can call me by your name, right?

If you think about it carefully, Lancelot left his own territory and came all the way here after Hector asked for help. It seems that he can really be called...

The Celts were called Gauls in Europe. The two ethnic groups had the same origin, but they separated thousands of years ago, which is somewhat similar to the Qin and Zhao kingdoms in China.

Lancelot has a territory in Gaul. Although the situation in Europe is a mess now, with Lancelot's strength, it is no problem for him to keep his territory.

"When he comes, I will definitely compete with him again!" Lancelot was in high spirits and said, "Last time I lost to Kelar, my mother told me that Kelar could cut off all weapons in the world, so she told me not to compete with him in weapons."

Lancelot said as he picked up the railing from the side and broke it. Suddenly a stick appeared in his hand. The stick was quickly stained with a layer of dark magic. He actually transformed the ordinary stick into a treasure on the spot.

"This is the magic my mother taught me, so I don't have to feel bad about the loss of my weapon."

So the holy sword forged by the fairies on your waist and the indestructible lake light are just decorations, right?

No wonder Lancelot never drew the sword from his waist in Camelot, and when educating those lords, he used whatever was at hand.

So you are doing special training in advance!

Hector said, "It's getting late, Lancelot. Go and inform those lords to come to the palace to discuss the matter of choosing the sword of the king!"

"Hey, if it weren't for your son, I would really want to swim back to Gaul!"

Lancelot sighed, but finally went out obediently to call for help.

There is no other way but to ask for help. Lancelot is now thinking about having another fight with Kelar to see who is stronger!

After everyone arrived, Hector stood up and said, "I know that some of you have contacted the Romans, hoping to become the new king of Camelot with their help."

Hector didn't know how to beat around the bush, and the Celtic style was reckless, rough and direct, so these lords not only did not feel ashamed of being exposed, but some of them even nodded frankly.

One lord said: "The so-called sword of the king is just a stopgap measure. The nobles present have tried it, and no one can pull out the sword in the stone."

"Camelot cannot remain without a king forever. What if the humble king Vortigern takes the opportunity to attack?"

"Haha~" Hector sneered: "Not pulling out the sword in the stone means none of you are the king!"

"The prophecy between the king and the archmage is very clear. Only by pulling out the sword in the stone can you become king."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 60 Do you love him more than yourself?

Direct, too direct!

Hector didn't know how to beat around the bush when he spoke. He just said what he thought and told the nobles who occupied 70% of the territory of the Kingdom of Camelot frankly that they were not worthy of being king.

It's only because Lancelot is here, otherwise these people would have left in anger...

There is no way. Hector not only has a good brother, he also has a good son. Who dares to really fight with him? If not Hector, you have to consider Kelar's face!

Finally, it is time to see the son respect his father.

Hector first suppressed the nobles with his rough barbarian style, and then said: "I know some of you have reached an agreement with the Romans, but can you use your peanut-sized brains to think about the pros and cons?"

"Romans, can you believe it?"

Hector criticized the whole audience, perfectly explaining what it meant to be an Effeminate Lanwei. He said it straightforwardly: "Are you sure that the cunning and venomous Roman consul only promised one of you?"

"What the Romans wanted to see was not a complete and stable Britain, but fragmented and divided Celtic tribes!"

Hector continued, "Tiberius would like all of you to be king, so that we Celts will kill each other, and then we will have to rely on the power of the Romans, and eventually we will have to submit to Rome again!"

"It was only through continuous struggles by our predecessors that we were able to break free from the Romans' contempt for us, and make those self-proclaimed, civilized and arrogant Romans take us, the Celtic king, seriously!"

"You, do you want to kneel at the feet of the Romans again?"

"Since we have to submit to others anyway, why should we submit to Rome?"

"Why don't you pledge allegiance to our Celtic king?" Hector yelled at the top of his voice, "We are Celtic warriors who regard honor as our life. We are 'barbarians' who uphold the glory of the Celts. The Romans will never be able to conquer the Celts!"

"No one can conquer the Celtics!"

The Celts are a nation that seems fragile and easily defeated, but is actually incredibly tough.

Because of their barbaric, bloody, tyrannical and cruel nature, the primitive Celts were often no match for foreign invaders. They were first conquered by the Romans, then invaded by the Ansas, and later by the Vikings...

But even in modern times, the Welsh are incompatible with the English, and Ireland has directly become independent. At that time, more than a thousand years had passed since the Anglo-Saxons completely occupied Britain and defeated the indigenous Celts. The British Empire colonized the world, but could not conquer the small islands next to it.

The army formed by the Irish was even the earliest extreme terrorist organization. The Celts were extremely wild and unruly.

"This is the glory of the Celtic warriors!"

Hector said to everyone with a cold face: "Unless you can pull out the sword in the stone at the city gate, don't even think about becoming the king of Camelot!"

"If you think the support of the Romans has ignited your ambitions, then come and give it a try!"

"but……"

Hector finally said: "My son Kelar, he will wipe out everything!"

All the words had been said. Although Hector's words were direct and unpleasant to the ear, they were the truth after all. Many nobles immediately came to their senses and secretly decided to draw a line between themselves and the Romans.

But there were still some nobles who were not in their right minds, or fools who had blinded their minds with greed and ambition because of their blind faith in the strength of the Romans.

But, it's harmless.

As Hector said, Kelar will definitely wipe out everything.

The nobles who had not drawn their swords still refused to leave. They tried everything they could, but no one could pull out the Sword in the Stone.

They wanted to know who would fulfill King Uther's prophecy and become the king who would rule Camelot in the future.