Type-Moon, a human love simulator.

Chapter 40 Who is more despicable than whom?
[You sighed and said, "Master, you are very contemptuous. Therefore, good people are naturally more contemptuous than bad people. You are still too young and have never seen my methods."]

[So, you secretly used a magic trick to record all of this. This action immediately broke Merlin's defense. She never expected that you, a knight with thick eyebrows and big eyes, who defeated the war god of 70,000 people by yourself, actually had such a superb magic trick...]

[Although his attainments are not as good as hers, he is already good enough to be called a magic master. He is not the kind that cannot break through level 30.]

[Damn it, this must have been done by Morgan! ]

[Originally, with Merlin's attainments in magic, if she was prepared, even Morgan would not be able to use magic to plot against her, but she never thought that you would be Morgan's true disciple. Unintentionally, the dark history of the unprepared Merlin fell into your hands.]

[Merlin is so... Archmage, you don't want King Uther to know about this dark history, right? Then just obey me! Otherwise...]

[She is such a beautiful woman, but she must be very lonely, right? ]

[You said something incomprehensible, but you succeeded in making Merlin, a scumbag, suffer a great loss. Merlin had no choice but to give in.]

[You took away Merlin's lifelong research on magic and swordsmanship, but you felt sorry that you were not able to use your Moon World-specific knowledge transmission secrets.]

[After you spent all the old man's gold coins, you also left Merlin in Maple Ridge, but you promised to write her a report letter every month.]

【But you failed in the first month. 】

You are awarded the title "Leading Pigeon"
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"We are about to enter Vortigern's Britain."

Kelar and Altria rode on ordinary horses, wearing ordinary ranger hoods and ordinary leather armor. Their real mounts, the good horses from the Age of Gods, were left in Maple Ridge and not brought out.

Otherwise it would be too ostentatious.

In this era, a good horse is equivalent to a main battle armored vehicle. Whether it is a mouse tank or a humorous little cardboard tank depends on the mount under its crotch.

If they rode their original mounts, they would be troubled by thieves along the way and the purpose of their trip would be delayed.

Their trip was not for the purpose of education, but simply to observe and experience the British Isles of that era and the indigenous people living on the island.

Kelar said slowly, "Lily, do you know why I brought you to the kingdom ruled by Vortigern first, instead of going to King Uther's Kingdom of Camelot first?"

"I don't know, Lily!" Altria shook her golden little head. "However, along the way, the closer we got to Vortigern's territory, the more thieves and monsters there were, and the fewer traces of fairies there were."

Yes, there are World of Warcraft in this era!

Even the mythical beasts have...

Unlike after the Age of Gods faded, when traces of Warcraft gradually disappeared, the total population of the British Isles today does not exceed one million. These one million people distributed across the British Isles can be described as a sparsely populated country.

In places developed and inhabited by humans, magical beasts are conquered by Celtic warriors and hunters. However, in the deep mountains and old forests where few people go, there are many powerful mythical beasts.

In addition to the monsters, there are also hunters and farmers who were forced to leave their homes and become thieves due to the tyranny of the cruel lords. The Celts are a fishing and hunting nation, and almost everyone has good hunting skills. They go deep into the mountains and forests, and rely on the abundance of materials provided by God, so naturally they don't worry about starving to death.

Therefore, the lords were cruel and their subjects often fled.

When these fugitives accumulate to a large number, they will become bandits and often rob houses. They not only rob the Angolans but also the Celts. However, they forget that they were once oppressed and persecuted in various ways, which forced them to become homeless and bandits.

This is all due to the lack of an ideology that can support their souls. Perhaps they wanted to resist the tyranny of the cruel lords at first, but later on, they themselves became the kind of people they once hated the most. Kelar chuckled and said, "What are you afraid of? Who dares to rob our Knight King? Your exaggerated lance can scare off those low-level thieves."

The seemingly light leather armor on Altria's body was actually a good armor, which was a good thing that Merlin brought from Camelot. There was a lance hanging on the saddle, an exaggeratedly long six-stone hard bow on her back, and a very gorgeous sword on her waist.

Unlike Altria's excessive protection, the leather armor worn by Kelar was made of ordinary animal skin with some warm fur lining, and he held an ordinary, unbladed decorative sword in his hand.

Even Altria's equipment and hood and cloak couldn't hide her, and when Kelar pulled his hood, he looked like just an ordinary follower.

"But what about those high-ranking thieves?" Altria said with a bitter face, "The closer we get to the king's territory, the bigger and stronger the thieves will become. If this continues, the lances hanging on the saddles won't be able to deter them."

Artoria understood Kelar's paranoia and distortion, so she generally didn't mention the killing of people, but the problem was there, and it wouldn't disappear just because you didn't mention it.

"Of course, protecting yourself always comes first." Kelar smiled and said, "Although I think killing is unlucky, but when the knife hits your head, how can I not fight back?"

"But, with me here, that will never happen."

Kailar raised the decorative sword in his hand and said, "Since the low-level thieves have been dealt with by our lovely Lily, then let me, Kailar, deal with the high-level thieves!"

"Isn't Britain too vast and sparsely populated? Or have we taken the wrong path?"

Kelar had a thoughtful expression. After walking for more than ten days, he still didn't see any signs of human settlement. Could this be explained simply by the vast land and sparse population?

This place is already sparsely populated.

Kelar couldn't help but complain: "Fortunately, we are a team. If I were to travel alone in Britain, I would be so bored that I would want to hang myself..."

Before he could finish his words, Kelar was stunned. It seemed that Morgan had always been walking alone on the British Isles?

Will she feel lonely?

However, this thought was very faint and only flashed through his mind. Kelar complained calmly, "If I had known earlier, I would have brought Merlin, the old nightmare demon. This guy has lived for so long that he must have known all of Britain. It would be nice to let this living map show us the way..."

When King Uther's grandfather, Voldigrom, was the Celtic leader, Merlin gave the Celtic leader in Wales an accurate prophecy, predicting King Uther's succession to the throne.

Although Merlin may seem young, he is actually very experienced, even for his age.

"Do you need Merlin's help?" Altria pointed to her little head and said, "I can empty my mind and dream, and Merlin will take the opportunity to sneak into my dream. Then I can ask her for the map."

That's true. Kelar cast a spell on Artoria's brain. Unless Artoria voluntarily empties her mind, magic like sleep walking will have no effect on her.

This is of course also thanks to Altria's red dragon bloodline, whose resistance to magic has reached A level. A white dragon at its peak like Vortigern has an exaggerated EX magic resistance. Neither Merlin nor Morgan can do anything to him, which solidifies Vortigern's position as the strongest dragon in Britain!

As both are dragons, although Altria is young, as long as Kelar casts a spell to bring out her magic resistance, even though Merlin is known as the number one wizard in Britain, he can do nothing about it.

Kelar clapped his hands and praised: "Good idea, worthy of Lily!"

Just as the two were discussing how to solve the map problem, a fierce quarrel suddenly broke out from the dense forest ahead.

(End of this chapter)