Type-Moon, a human love simulator.

Chapter 44 You will be a qualified king

"Kai, this is fine. I hope you can always be this relaxed..."

Altria watched for a while, then skillfully picked up firewood to cook and threaded Kelar's decorative sword through the skewer. By the time Kelar noticed, the best sword in the village blacksmith shop was already filled with the aroma of meat.

After eating, Kelar suddenly stopped Altria, who was washing her sword by the river, and asked, "Lily, did you find anything new today?"

This has become a regular routine between the two of them. Every time they arrive at a new place, Kelar will ask Altria what she has discovered today, even in the deep mountains and forests with no one living in them.

"..."

Usually, Altria would answer immediately, or simply say that there was nothing new to discover, but this time she carefully washed every inch of the stain on the sword, and then said with difficulty: "Kai, are the supplies in Britain becoming increasingly scarce?"

Kelar raised his eyebrows, and was inevitably surprised at Altria's sharpness. She was worthy of being the red dragon destined to save Britain in the future, the eternal king, and the last king of the Celts.

Kelar asked, "How did you find out?"

"Kai, the closer we get to King Bei's kingdom, the poorer the land becomes, and the less food there is. The trees are no longer full of fruits, the rivers are no longer full of fish, and the number of wild beasts and magical beasts in the mountains and forests is also gradually decreasing."

Altria pointed at the stream in front of them with a melancholy look on her face, "For example, this stream doesn't even have a single fish in it."

Britain's Age of Gods is fading, and at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When Kelar and Altria were young, the various resources in Maple Ridge were truly inexhaustible. The trees that were cut down the day before would grow again the next day, and the food that was eaten the day before would sprout new buds the next day.

The entire territory has plenty of fruits and animals to hunt all year round.

There are so many fish, shrimps and crabs in the streams and rivers that they can never be eaten up, and the concentration of ether in the air is almost enough to drown a person. Living in this kind of environment, even if you do nothing, your physical strength will be more than ten times that of an ordinary person after the Age of Gods has faded.

But now, apart from the so-called Golden Kingdom that would never fall, the land around the capital of Camelot still bore remnants of the Age of Gods. Only after Altria went deep into Britain did she truly realize to what extent the Age of Gods on the British Isles had declined.

"Although comparison is evil." Kailar said lightly. Fu Fu, whose key words were triggered, looked up and was touched several times by Kailar's tiger. Altria did not respond, because she knew that there must be something further to this sentence.

“But even Britain today, compared to Europe and the outside world, is already an incredible chosen place.”

Kelar said: "Britain is just a period of decline in the Age of Gods. It is still the Age of Gods after all. The outside world can no longer even see the Fantasy Species. It is now a pure Human Age."

"Those Ansa people were determined to reach Britain despite all the dangers. This is exactly what people yearn for in a better life!"

Kelar smiled and said, "Lily, there is no need to grieve over the past. Even if the Age of Gods really fades away, it is not something that can be stopped by human power. But even without the Age of Gods, we can still bring people a better life."

After a moment of silence, Altria asked, "Kai, is this why you forgive those Ansa people?"

"You knew they were invaders, and their hands were stained with Celtic blood, but you still chose to let them go..."

Altria looked up at Kelar: "...Is it because, Ke, you can personally understand the suffering of the Ansa people, no, the suffering of the lower class people?"

"What you want to do is to completely subdue their spirits and allow the foreign Ansa people to become citizens of the British Kingdom?"

"Almost. Although not quite right, it's not far off." Kelar nodded slightly. "When the granaries are full, people know etiquette. When they have enough food and clothing, they know honor and disgrace. I won't blame people who don't even have food to eat even if they eat human flesh, because I will first help them solve the problem of hunger before I teach them the truth."

Kelar certainly would not talk about the principles of propriety, righteousness, integrity and shame to a person who was almost starving to death. This is why he always gave food to the Onsa people.

The territories occupied by King Vortigern were all on the edge of Britain, where the Age of Gods first began to fade and where the Ansa lived. Naturally, they were not as fertile as the territories occupied by the Celts of the Kingdom of Camelot.

The scarcity of survival supplies forced the Ansa people to come out to plunder. Kelar couldn't just tell them that plundering was wrong and expect these Ansa people to listen, right?
People always have to eat!

"I understand!" Artoria suddenly realized: "As a king, what I need to learn is not those hypocritical ways of kingship. I want everyone to live a good life that they long for, and a good life means filling their stomachs!"

Altria's words hit the nail on the head: filling your stomach is a good life, which is the so-called living and working in peace and contentment.

The people's needs are simple, but unfortunately, few rulers of all dynasties understand this.

Kelar was startled for a moment, then he clapped his hands and laughed, "Yes, that's it! You have learned how to be a qualified king, Lily... you will definitely become an excellent king!"

As they were talking, they had already walked out of the endless deep mountains and old forests and officially entered the territory under the command of the humble king Futigeng.

It's funny to say that although most of the people under Vortigern's rule were Ansa, most of the lords under Vortigern were Celts. Not only were there very few Ansa lords, but they were all taken away by Hengist in one wave before.

Nowadays, these lords were either sent back by Kelar and beheaded by the furious Vortigern, or were undergoing reform in Delin Prison.

Vortigern really lacks love and recognition from the Celts. Even though he is such a powerful dragon of disaster, he just longs for the recognition from those Celtic lords of average strength.

As long as there are Celtic nobles coming to seek refuge, no matter whether they have noble blood or not, they can do well under Vortigern.

This behavior is just like that of our countrymen. I can only say that the thought processes of people who lack love are really incomprehensible.

Kelar pulled the hood behind his head and said to Altria, "Be careful. Our purpose is to travel. It is best not to take action if possible."

"...Kai, shouldn't I be the one saying this to you?"

Altria said speechlessly: "Just stop interfering."

"It's okay. If something really happens, we can just close the door and let Fufu go!" Kelar touched the little thing lying on his shoulder. Fufu hid herself out of habit, otherwise such a cute and strange creature would definitely attract the attention of most people.

"Fufu!" Fufu stretched out her little paws to protest. Kelar rubbed her ears and said, "Then you can use 'comparison' to eat their emotions!"

"Fufu! (That's all right!)"

Fu Fu even began to expect someone to be so blind as to cause trouble in front of Kelar.

Damn it, this guy Kelar took advantage of her and not only didn't let her do anything, he actually treated her like a kitten.

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