After unlocking all CGs, a Type-Moon girlfriend comes knocking.

"Does she think a second Night's Watch will appear and slay the kings again?"

The name "Night Watch" seemed to have some kind of spell, which made the nobles who were just excited quiet down for a while.

"It's been several years, why bring him up again?!"

King Marco said coldly, "I don't trust these despicable foreigners. Similarly...what King Arthur did today is also chilling!"

"If this continues, the Camelot Empire will be destroyed sooner or later by the king's willful will."

"But the king has already decided to cooperate..." someone hesitated.

King Marco sneered, "If an important member of the traversal team is seriously injured during the cooperation... I want to see how their cooperation can continue."

Tristan listened silently to King Marco's words and hesitated, "Uncle..."

"Tristan, I know what you want to say."

King Marco's tone suddenly softened. "Your parents died young, and all these years you have served as my knight, guarding me by my side... Of course, I know you've already sworn allegiance to the king. Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you on this matter."

"All you have to do is turn a blind eye... I'll take care of the rest myself."

Tristan opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

Turn a blind eye... This sounds simple. After all, he just needs to watch from the sidelines. Even if King Arthur finds out later, there will be no evidence to show that he had secretly helped King Marco.

But for the Knights of the Round Table who had sworn allegiance to King Arthur, wasn't this a torture?

Tristan closed his eyes silently, his expression extremely complicated.

While the two were talking, the carriage had unknowingly stopped in front of the manor gate.

King Marco turned and walked into the room, and told the servant at the door, "Send the magicians from the manor over here. I have something to tell them."

Over the years, King Marco has 'raised' a group of powerful magicians in his manor. Although their combat power is definitely not as good as Tristan, a Knight of the Round Table... it is naturally not difficult for them to deal with a few time travelers.

King Arthur actually wanted to use that kind of forced buying and selling method to force others. In the end, he was still too young...

The monarch of the Clock Tower?

Perhaps he does have a prominent status in this world... but in the Camelot Empire, this so-called prominent status can't help him at all.

Thinking of this, King Marco couldn't help but smile faintly.

However, at this moment, a calm and gentle voice suddenly came from the house.

"You seem to have had a lot of fun these past few years, King Marco."

Whoosh!

King Marco stood up almost suddenly, goose bumps all over his body.

"Who, who's there?!"

For some reason, the voice was apparently extremely gentle, but to King Marco it sounded like a ghost crawling out of hell, causing every hair on his body to stand on end.

After many years, he once again remembered the devil that once frightened the kings... the white dragon that killed the kings and finally died at the hands of King Arthur!

But how could he still be alive? !

King Marco kept adjusting his breathing to keep himself calm.

He quietly closed his eyes, and at this moment, the magic power around him was completely absorbed into his perception.

"No need to look for it. I haven't deliberately blocked my aura since I entered the manor."

A voice came from behind.

King Marco turned his head abruptly, only to discover that a young man in a black robe was sitting at the table behind him.

He was wearing a white mask and was staring quietly at the nobleman in front of him.

"It's you……"

King Marco narrowed his eyes. He recognized this man. He was the deputy who was with King Arthur today.

"So, King Arthur sent you?"

"It has nothing to do with her. I usually don't ask her about anything I do... After all, there are a lot of dirty work that I don't want her to know about." Alvin said.

Dirty work...?

King Marco was stunned for a moment, but saw the young man slowly take off the white mask.

The sunlight came in through the window, illuminating the boy's fair and handsome face.

However, King Marco trembled under the gaze of the young man, and a fear seemed to explode in his heart. As a nobleman who had seen all kinds of big scenes, he was not afraid even when facing King Arthur, but at this moment he was frightened by a young man.

"It's you! It's you!"

King Marco's voice couldn't help but scream, "Alvin? How could you possibly still be alive?!"

"Just think of it as winning the resurrection match."

He spoke in a half-joking tone, then looked up and stared quietly at the noble in front of him.

"Long time no see, King Marco."

……

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[I'm having a little writer's block, this chapter is from yesterday, I'll start coding later today!]

[Hand over a bowl (hint)]

Chapter 33 Alvin's Shura Field Crisis

silence.

The extremely luxurious European-style room was completely silent, with only a pair of eyes filled with fear staring at the young man.

Night's Watch... This name is no stranger to everyone in the Camelot Empire, from the elderly to children.

However, most people only know that there was a night watchman who had always been hiding in the dark in Camelot, but few people know his real name.

But the twelve nobles knew everything about the Night's Watchman.

"Alvin, you were the one who started the rebellion and were clearly executed by King Arthur himself... How could it be you! How could it be you?!"

King Marco's eyes were filled with fear, and he subconsciously took half a step back.

Even now, he still remembers the night of the White Dragon Battle when this devil came to his manor. If it weren't for Tristan's obstruction, perhaps King Marco's name would have been engraved on the tombstone of the kings.

Over the years, King Marco had nightmares, and almost every one of them was related to the Night's Watch.

King Marco had repeatedly told himself in his heart that the Night's Watch had died at the hands of King Arthur... but now he saw this devil again in the manor!

"You must be playing tricks... Who the hell are you? Someone, come quickly!"

King Marco turned and shouted towards the door.

However, before he could finish his words, the sharp blade was already at his throat.

The sound suddenly quieted down.

"Alvin, I am a great nobleman of Britain—"

After a while, King Marco finally broke through his fear and suddenly raised his angry and ferocious face, but saw Alvin put his index finger in front of his mouth and said in a low voice: "Shh."

"If Tristan is startled... I might get scared and the sword might accidentally go in."

He glanced at King Marco's hand, which was hidden behind his back.

"Also... don't use magic. Your body can't withstand the magical power in this space. Of course, if you want to experience the feeling of exploding and dying, I have no objection."

As a great noble of the Age of Gods, King Marco himself was also a magician of the Age of Gods. However, when he secretly mobilized his magic power, he was horrified to discover that the magic power in this space seemed to have undergone subtle changes.

These magical powers became extremely strong in an instant!

The high and rich magic power even made King Marco feel a little suffocated.

He looked at Alvin with a look of great fear: "The Age of Gods Returns...?"

Yes... it was just a brief encounter, but Alvin caused the magic in the room to undergo a drastic change.

The magic power in the house at this moment seems to be no different from usual, but in fact it is the "True Ether" that only existed in the early Age of Gods.

This was Vortigern's ambition. Vortigern hoped to fill the entire Camelot Empire with "True Aether" and revive the Age of Gods, which was already at its end.

Many years after Vortigern's death, Alvin replaced the former dragon and took control of this power.

King Marco was on the verge of collapse after being shocked. He growled, "Alvin, you are clearly dead, why are you still back?! What on earth are you doing back here?!"

"Do we have to be so hysterical when we talk? I know I'm not very popular, but there's no need to be like this, right?"

Alvin sighed and said, "King Marco, I came to you for only one thing."

He stared into King Marco's fearful eyes and said, "This matter is related to today's meeting."

……

Britain, 10:30 AM.

Deep inside the palace.

"Your Majesty, as you anticipated from the beginning, after today's meeting, some nobles are dissatisfied with your decision. Some unpleasant voices have also been heard in the royal city."

The deputy walked into the King's Hall and brought a cup of warm black tea to Artoria.

"What did they say?" Altria asked calmly.

"They say you are leading the empire to ruin, and they also say..."

The deputy subconsciously glanced at Altria.

"Just say it." Altria said lightly.

The deputy hesitated for a moment and whispered, "They also said... that you have a special liking for boys and are suspected of practicing Falun Gong."

Altria pondered for a moment and said, "It's true that being stubborn is false."