In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

Are we really going to fail twice in just two days?

With his teeth grinding together, Tristan brandished his longsword defiantly.

The swords clashed, producing a crisp sound.

Arthur was stronger than Tristan. Seizing an opening when Tristan was sheathing his sword, Arthur forcefully broke through Tristan's defense, and the side of his steel longsword struck Tristan's leg.

"Ugh—!" Tristan cried out in pain, forcing himself to distance himself from Arthur.

Arthur seized the opportunity to lunge forward, holding his sword in his right hand while grabbing Tristan's wrist with his left and squeezing it tightly.

"Hmm!" A strange sound came from Tristan's mouth, his right hand fell limply to his side, and the sword he had just changed fell to the ground with a "thud".

The blade of the steel longsword rested not far from Tristan's neck. He looked up and saw Arthur's confident smile.

"The outcome is decided, Prince Mark."

Tristan, kneeling on the ground, stared blankly at Arthur for a long time before finally uttering, "How sad..."

He slumped weakly to the ground: "What I am truly proud of is my archery... but since I have lost, please address me as Lord Tristan from now on... Your Majesty."

Arthur reached out and helped Tristan up: "Remember to attend tomorrow's council meeting, knight."

Tristan nodded silently and stood to one side.

Arthur placed the steel longsword back on the weapon rack, turned to the anxious Gawain, and said earnestly, "Gawain, I also accept your allegiance. However, your strength needs improvement. I hope you have learned something from my exchange with Cui Qing just now."

Gao Wen took a deep breath and nodded: "Understood, Your Majesty."

At this moment, three figures appeared on the training ground.

“If you want real training, I’d like to arrange it for you, young knight.” The leader of the three wore silver-white armor, and his long black hair was casually draped behind him, like a second cloak.

He walked up to Arthur and knelt on one knee: "Your Majesty."

The purple-haired knight Lancelot and another light-gold-haired boy behind him also knelt down in worship.

Gawain, who was standing next to Arthur, saw the little boy and exclaimed, "Gahoris, what brings you here?"

The little boy named Gahoris smiled and said, "Brother Gawain became a knight, so I came with Uncle Anno and Brother Lancelot."

Arthur smiled kindly and helped Anno up: "Lord Anno, welcome back."

“I am deeply apprehensive, Your Majesty.” Anno stood up, his expression serious. “A knight who has erred must be punished, Your Majesty. But Lancelot is not only my son, he is also your subject.”

"Is it about what happened last night when you were drunk..." Arthur paused for a moment, then sighed, "Lord Anno, you can punish Lancelot."

Lancelot remained kneeling on the ground, filled with remorse.

To lose one's composure in front of a foreign princess (Isolde) is a very serious mistake.

Anno nodded, turned around, and said sternly to Lancelot, "Then, Lancelot, as your father and general, my punishment for you is—"

"Go to the inhuman realm, risk your life, and wipe out the creatures there!"

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Chapter Sixty-Three: Go after them, Gawain

Two unfamiliar faces appeared in King Arthur's council.

The quiet, silent red-haired knight Tristan, and the inexperienced young knight Gawain.

No one will question King Arthur's decision, but these two suddenly emerging members of the new elite class will certainly be challenged.

In Britain, knighthood is kingship, and within the knightly community, strength is the most important measure of worth.

The common people and knights of Britain would often discuss in their leisure time who was the strongest knight in Britain.

Some say it is King Arthur Pendragon, because the King of Knights is naturally the strongest knight.

Many people also say that Knight Anno, who accompanied Britain during the reign of the late king, was the strongest knight in Britain. Some even believe that Anno's son, Lancelot, has surpassed the elderly Anno and is the strongest knight in Britain.

There are different opinions.

But in reality, the British high command knew perfectly well which knight was the strongest. Many of the commoners who remembered Anor's deeds during the reign of King Uther did not survive the famine of a few years ago and became starving corpses in the darkness before dawn.

King Arthur announced the punishment for Lancelot's drunken misbehavior in the council. Several knights wanted to plead for Lancelot, but seeing that Lancelot's father, Anno, said nothing, they gave up.

The council was dissolved, and Anno sent Lancelot out of the city.

He patted Lancelot on the shoulder and said calmly, "This is not just a punishment, my son. I hope it will help you grow and benefit you for the rest of your life."

Lancelot smiled confidently. Having been exposed to the core of power at a young age, he understood the implications and knew that his father and the king would not harm him: "I understand, Father."

He mounted his horse, glanced back at Anno, waved, and then galloped away, followed closely by several watchtower knights.

Anno stood at the city gate with his arms crossed, gazing into the distance at the dust kicked up by Lancelot's horse until it settled before turning back into the city.

In this era, there were no convenient means of communication. While Anno had confidence in Lancelot's strength, there were also many powerful individuals in that area. Who knew if Lancelot might encounter an invincible enemy?

Inside the city, in a secluded courtyard not far from the royal court.

This was the residence of Morgan Fidel Pendragon, the daughter of the late king, King Arthur's sister, and the eldest princess. When she was away on a journey and her eldest son Agrave was away for a long time, only Morgan Fidel's other three children lived here.

The second son is Gawain, the third son is Gahoris, and the only daughter is Gareth.

But from today onward, the only permanent residents here will likely be Gahoris and Gareth.

Merlin, the court magician dressed in white robes, entered the princess's residence with a smile.

"Do you wish to match the strength of the powerful knights within the royal court, Lord Gao Wenqing?" the mage asked.

Gawain paused, lowered his head to think for a few seconds, then looked into Merlin's eyes and asked seriously, "What should I do?"

He needs strength to prove his status, and he longs to stand shoulder to shoulder with Lanmarok, Lancelot, and others, and even more so, he longs to pledge allegiance to his uncle.

Merlin narrowed his eyes slightly and said cheerfully, "Head east, catch up with that son of Anno, and you will get what you want."

Gao Wen swallowed hard.

Then, in silence, he picked up his sword and walked out the door.

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Chapter Sixty-Four: What kind of person is Anuo?

Gawain's horse was very fast, and within a day he caught up with Lancelot's pace.

It was already late at night.

"Lord Lancelot!" Gawain, somewhat weary, managed to raise his voice and call out to Lancelot.

Lancelot stopped and looked back.

A young knight with short, light blond hair rode disheveled on his horse, panting heavily as he galloped towards him.

Lancelot squinted, using the moonlight to make out the young man on horseback, and replied, "I remember you are... Lord Gao Wenqing? The knight newly appointed by the king at the council yesterday morning?"

Gawain finally caught up with Lancelot, a slight smile appearing on his tired face. He nodded and said, "Thank you for remembering my name, Lord Lancelot!"

Lancelot nodded: "I remember the names of all the knights of the kingdom. And you...?"

He could tell that Gao Wen's horsemanship was not very good due to his age, otherwise he wouldn't be so tired.

Fortunately, the horse was a good horse and brought Gawain here.

Even so, the horse was exhausted.

"The court magician Merlin indicated to me that if I wanted to become stronger, I should come to you."

“Mr. Merlin…” Lancelot pondered for a moment.

Mr. Merlin was his father Anno's only friend. Other knights in Britain, even the king, treated Anno more like an elder.

"So this was at Father's behest?" Lancelot had clearly misunderstood.

Merlin's style of doing things was full of irregularities, and he only mentioned this to Anno.

Of course, Anno didn't object.

He smiled at Gawain: "In that case, you shall come with me to the inhuman realm..."

"Yes!" Gao Wen seemed overjoyed.

“But!” Lancelot looked at the young and inexperienced knight with a serious expression, feeling a pang of pity, but still said firmly, “You should know what the inhuman realm is like.”

Gao Wen nodded: "I understand, but I am not afraid."

"A knight should be fearless as long as he holds a sword, is skilled in martial arts, and has Britain in his heart!" he said with pride on his disheveled face.

Lancelot paused, then gave a self-deprecating laugh: "Then, come with me!"

Their horses galloped off at high speed once again.

After daybreak, the two arrived at the sacred lake.

Lancelot remembered clearly that there was an entrance to the inhuman realm deep within the forest where the sacred lake was located.

He settled the exhausted Gawain to one side, then went to the edge of the sacred lake and knelt down: "Fairy who doesn't want me to call you Mother, I know you don't want to see me, but—"

He didn't say anything more, but simply buried his head deep in the ground. After a while, he got up and left.

After he left, a head emerged from the center of the lake, gazing in the direction he had gone.

Exhausted, Gao Wen leaned against a tree and dozed off for a while before a fragrant aroma wafted into his nose.

He opened his eyes and found Lancelot grilling fish.

Lancelot handed Gawain a piece of bread: "Eat up, Gawain. After you finish eating, we'll be entering the inhuman realm."

Gao Wen didn't stand on ceremony; he simply nodded and accepted the grilled fish.

He recalled seeing Anno at the gates of Camelot's court that day and asked Lancelot, "Lord Lancelot, Lord Anno is your father."

Lancelot nodded: "Yes."

"What kind of person is he?" the young knight asked curiously.

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Chapter Sixty-Five: The "Gentle" Anno

Lancelot poked the campfire where they were grilling fish with the stick in his hand: "My father..."

“I was adopted by my father when I was six years old. Back then, my father, how should I put it, wasn’t as gentle as he is now.”

“Gentle?” Gawain exclaimed in surprise.