Type-Moon, a human love simulator.

Chapter 46 Whoever they help will win

Even though they knew that Kelar was a British saint who could defeat 70,000 people on his own.

However, the survival experience summed up by these oppressed people under the oppression of countless brutal lords has made them despicable and cunning, cautious and cowardly. To put it bluntly, such people are a group of rats.

However, Kelar was willing to fight for them, willing to fight for them...

The opportunity for future generations to become humans, not mice, but humans.

Altria's face turned red with anger: "Kai, these people are ignorant and don't understand the principles of being a human being. We are here to help them deal with the cruel lord...but they will only help whoever wins!"

"No, Lily." Kelar said calmly, "Whoever they help will win."

The 'they' that Kelar mentioned seemed to be referring to the ignorant and numb people in this territory, but it also seemed that he was not just talking about them. Sometimes, Artoria found it difficult to understand Kelar's obscure philosophical thoughts.

Before Kelar and Altria arrived, the people here had already suffered from oppression. When Hengist was here, the lords of Ansa collected taxes according to Hengist's rules. Although they were also very greedy, at least they could still make ends meet.

Now these Ansa lords and tax collectors were gone with Hengist, but there would not be a power vacuum. Vortigern sent a large number of Celts and Germans who had just crossed the sea from Europe as lords.

This Ai'er was the Saxon who had just crossed the sea from Europe and joined Vortigern. He was also the founder of the later Kingdom of Sussex.

But strangely, this Al does not believe in Christianity, but the Roman Pantheon.

This belief is very interesting. The Romans were very tolerant and recognized all the gods in the world. Even if they defeated the enemy, they would not destroy the opponent's mythology, but would absorb it into the Roman mythology system and worship it more devoutly.

The Romans' logic was very simple: you worship gods to bless your country, and we Romans worship your main gods more devoutly than you do, so your gods will in turn bless us Romans.

So when Al first arrived in Britain, he began to learn the mythology of the British Celts. It seems that he also wants to believe in a British god to bless him...

After all, the county magistrate is not as good as the current manager, and the Roman gods are too far away!
"There are no barbarians in the world who cannot be civilized."

Kelar rode his horse and clattered along: "I will teach them right away."

"Okay!" Altria nodded, tightened the lance in her hand, and followed Kelar again. It really felt like the two of us were invincible.

The streets were quiet. Kelar made sure that his voice could be heard by everyone. But no one knew whether it was because of Kelar's name or because they were frightened by the cruel lord of this place. Although no one responded to him, no one stood in front of Kelar either.

However, Fu Fu's eyes lit up. The drastic changes in human emotions were food for this beast of comparison.

Long before Kelar came to this territory, Ai'er had already ruled here in fact. Now he has only become legal after being canonized by Vortigern.

There is no power vacuum. Hengist is dead, and all the people he took away will never come back. It can be said that Hengist's foundation has been completely eradicated, but the essence has not changed...

Vortigern is still here!

Since the superstructure did not collapse, even though Hengist's death created a huge power vacuum, someone was able to fill it.

Al was the biggest beneficiary after Hengist's death. The territory he and his cronies occupied was even enough to establish a kingdom again.

At this time, Al was indignant in the castle: "Vortigern is a fool with a bubble in his head. Doesn't he listen to what he is saying?"

Al gnashed his teeth and said, "This White Dragon, whose head is filled with muscles and who only knows war, actually asked us to prepare. Next year... oh, or the year after next at the latest, he will invade Maple Ridge again!"

"My old friend Hengist led 70,000 Ansars to Maple Ridge with great ambitions, but what happened? You saw it, right?" Al couldn't stop complaining, "No matter who it is, we came to the British Isles to enjoy life, not to die... Let Vortigern, who is also a monster, deal with monsters like Kelar!"

"But what about His Majesty Vortigern's order?" His trusted subordinates complained, "He just killed dozens of us with a wave of his hand. If you hadn't immediately made a decision and knelt down, I'm afraid I don't know how many more people would have died..."

"If you don't complete Vortigern's orders..."

"What are you afraid of?" Al glanced at him and said, "At worst, we can take a ship back to Europe. There is no way a corpse-guarding ghost like Vortigern can leave Britain. Even if he rots to death, he must die on the British Isles!"

"A few good days are as good as a few good days..."

El finally said: "Well, emmm, the battle between the Celtic white dragon and the red dragon, and the flawless saint Kelar..."

"I don't think this British Isles is a place to live for long. Before we leave, everyone should make as much money as they can. When I say we're leaving, everyone must remember to listen to me and not be greedy!"

"Then we won't be able to leave..."

Before they could finish discussing, they heard a gentle and calm male voice: "I am Kelar..."

Al only heard the first few words, as for the rest?
My mind went blank. I couldn't remember anything and didn't know what Kelar said.

He only knew one fact—Kelar was coming!

"*Angsa swear*!" Al cursed, then said in a panic: "We can't stay here anymore, let's go!"

In fact, El's strength is also very strong, and he has the strength of a first-class heroic spirit, but he has never thought about competing with Kelar.

He was well aware of Hengist's strength, and naturally knew that even if Kelar was alone, he would be easily dealt with if all of them rushed forward.

If you don’t leave now, you won’t be able to leave later!
Al's panicked escape did not escape the eyes of the people of this territory. Somehow, seeing that Al was afraid of Kelar like a mouse seeing a cat, these people who had not dared to resist before suddenly gained unlimited courage.

There was no need for Kelar to chase them. They shouted all kinds of hateful slogans and spontaneously started chasing Al...

However, some people took advantage of the chaos and started buying for free.

"Your golden body is broken. Remember, once you retreat, there is no turning back." Kelar smiled and put the edgeless sword back into the scabbard. He didn't even make a move or show his strength. Just a name was enough to scare Al away.

If Al did not run away, but instead lined up to fight against Kelar, these oppressed people would still not dare to resist this cruel lord, and they would still choose to wait and see.

But as soon as Al ran, the fact that he was a paper tiger was instantly exposed, and those who were still waiting and watching naturally had no scruples.

Kelar did not make any more moves. He wanted these kneeling people to stand up, so what he should do now was to stand here and watch them.

"Resistance is an eternal topic. You see, it is so simple to inspire people to resist. It doesn't even require brilliant and rich words. All you need is a flag and anger in your heart."

"Violence cannot suppress people's hearts. Only benevolence can bring people together."

Kelar put away his sword, looked at Altria and said, "Let's go. There's no need to travel. You've already become a master, Lily."

(End of this chapter)