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

As an outstanding knight personally trained by Anno, Bindu naturally passed the test with ease.

After a brief thank you to Agguiwen, Bindu followed the squire into the building.

At this moment, the next knight to enter the second level appeared. It was a familiar face, Knight Kai, King Arthur's sworn brother.

Bindu didn't dislike Agcuvin; on the contrary, he admired some of his political decisions.

However, the two have very similar personalities, so they don't have much interaction.

The third checkpoint: the entrance to the Camelot Royal Court.

From afar, Bindu spotted an extremely imposing figure standing there.

That was Anno, the Knight of the White Chalk of Britain, who was the examiner of the third round of King Arthur's Round Table trials.

Bindu couldn't help but feel a chill.

He was once a knight under Anno's command, and he was deeply impressed by Anno's grueling training.

Although they are all the most basic, the sheer quantity is overwhelming!

As the final hurdle, Anno was naturally responsible for the most important and difficult one.

The first test is force.

The second test is etiquette.

The third test is wisdom and faith.

Simply put, it tests your humanity.

Anno patted Bindu on the shoulder and handed him a piece of paper.

This is the exam paper written by Anuo, containing questions that test your humanity.

Here's an example of the first question: A carriage is traveling to a fork in the road and cannot stop. You are the driver of the carriage.

The carriage wheels are covered in spikes; running over someone would be fatal. You are at a fork in the road ahead. On one road, one person is bound to the ground, while on the other road, five people are bound to the ground. Which road would you choose?

Looking at these problems, Bindu fell into deep self-doubt.

He looked at Anuo, his eyes glazed over, and opened his mouth.

Dude, are you kidding me? You're skipping training and starting to do new things?

Bindu shook his head, and after some deep thought, he gritted his teeth, tore the paper with the questions written on it to shreds, and threw it on the ground.

He looked at Anno, who had a surprised expression, and said loudly, "I will not let such a thing happen in Britain. If it does happen, I will choose to kill the horses to stop the carriage."

After saying that, he knelt on one knee, waiting to be punished by Anno.

However, Anno revealed a satisfied smile and helped Bindu up: "There's no need for that, Lord Bindu. The only wrong answer to this question is to choose to crush it, whether it's the path of one person or the path of five people."

"So, congratulations, you have passed the test and have officially become a member of the Knights of the Round Table!"

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Chapter Sixty-Nine: Morgan's Actions

About seventy people passed Gao Wen's test, and all seventy-plus people passed the second test. However, the unexpected third test kept the vast majority of them out.

Arthur sat at the head of the round table, looking at the knights around him who had passed the trials.

First were the three examiners: Gawain, Agravivan, and Anno. Then, in order of passing the trials, they were: Bindo, Kay, Lanmarok, Lancelot, Bedivere, Tristan, and Bos.

King Arthur couldn't help but chuckle: "In the end, it turns out that only you are qualified to sit at the same table with me and discuss matters."

Kai smiled and nodded: "To be honest, among all the knights in the country, only you guys can answer Uncle Anno's question correctly."

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded.

In Britain, knights are expected to respect the lives of the people. For a knight, Anno's question is a wrong answer if it involves killing civilians.

Correspondingly, as long as you don't harm people's lives, then you're in the right.

This question actually has many flaws, but it's enough to satisfy people of this era.

Even so, only a few knights within the royal court could confidently declare that they would not harm the people.

Arthur stood up and said solemnly, "Then, gentlemen, please take your seats under the watchful eye of the court magician."

Once everyone was seated, Arthur glanced at Merlin standing to the side and nodded.

Then, she drew the "Golden Sword of Inevitable Victory" from its sheath and raised it high toward the center of the round table.

Anno drew his chalk sword, Gawain drew his sword of victory, and Lancelot drew his sword of indestructible lake light, given to him by the Lady of the Lake.

Everyone drew their swords, a total of eleven people, formed a circle, raised them high, and pointed the tips of their swords at the same point.

"Hereincarnate, the strongest knightly order in Britain is officially established!" Merlin said with a smile. "From this day forward, you may be called the 'Knights of the Round Table'."

The sunlight of the setting sun streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, as if in celebration.

Ten seconds later, everyone sheathed their swords. King Arthur looked at his knights and smiled slightly: "Then, let the first council of the Knights of the Round Table begin."

......

Inside Morgan Freeman's magic workshop.

Having gathered enough materials, Morganefeller finally created a respectable artificial human embryo.

She looked at the crimson embryo, a maniacal smile spreading across her face, which bore a striking resemblance to Arthur.

She made a crazy decision.

She wants to implant the embryo into her own body and nurture the child herself.

But the birth of this child requires one most important thing...

Morgan Fairer had the embryo implanted, and the pain and exhaustion left her completely drained.

But she still mustered her strength and concocted a potion.

A bottle of extremely special magic potion.

......

Guinevere had a fairly happy year.

She married the man she wanted to marry and learned his secret. Her only regret was that he couldn't have a child with her lover.

The Round Table Council had been established for two or three days, and the whole of Britain was greatly shaken. Arthur was in a good mood, and Guinevere was happy as well.

She strolled alone in the park next to the royal court, breathing in the fresh air.

But then they saw a person dressed in a black robe flash past in the corner.

Guinevere frowned slightly and walked towards Arthur's room, intending to report the matter.

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Chapter Seventy: Special Fruit Wine with Magic

It was already evening, and Arthur was alone in his room dealing with some matters.

At the door, Morgan surveyed the room and then looked around to make sure no one was there.

Once she was sure it was safe, she removed her hood and veil and went into Arthur's room.

Arthur noticed someone coming in, looked up and thought it was his wife Guinevere, but found it was his sister Morgan Fairer, with whom he rarely spoke.

She was puzzled, but out of courtesy, she stood up and bowed slightly: "Sister Wang, good day."

"Good day, my sister, my king." Morgan Freeman was unusually enthusiastic, his face flushed, though it was barely noticeable in the setting sun.

Arthur looked at the face that resembled his own and felt a little uncomfortable, but since his sister was willing to come to him and her attitude wasn't as harsh as before, she must want to get along with him.

His relationship with Sister Wang has always been a source of anxiety for Arthur.

She emerged from behind the desk with a smile, her tone light and cheerful, as if the fatigue from handling official business had vanished: "Sister Wang, is there something you need from me at this hour?"

Morgan Freeman smiled slightly: "You recently formed the Knights of the Round Table, and I saw that you were overworked, so I wanted to come and see you."

As she spoke, she took out the things she had brought.

"A piece of bread and a glass of fruit wine, I hope you can take a break." She showed a concerned and distressed expression on her face at the right time, as if she were really a sister who cared about her younger sister.

The bread was just ordinary bread, but the fruit wine was Morgan's real purpose.

It was a bottle of wine laced with a potion, created specifically for Morgan Freeman's plan to destroy Britain, a potion designed to target Arthur.

Arthur smiled and replied with a relaxed expression, "Thank you for your concern, Sister Wang."

Morgan nodded and said goodbye: "Well then, I'll be leaving now. Take care of yourself."

With that, he walked out of the room.

Arthur scratched his head. Was it just to bring him food?

She sat back down, picked up the bread, smelled it, broke off a piece, crushed it, and examined the crumbs.

She breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't poisonous.

Although he wanted to build a good relationship, Arthur still had a basic sense of vigilance.

After putting down the bread, Arthur picked up the fruit wine, poured a drop on the table, and watched it evaporate quietly.

Arthur also examined the traces left behind, and they were found to be non-toxic.

It seems it really was just food delivery.

Arthur felt relieved and began to wonder if he was under too much pressure. He started to have all sorts of wild thoughts, and even his sister, Wang Jie, began to have doubts.

Morgan Freeman used his invisibility magic outside the door to secretly observe everything, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

Magic is not poison, and she controlled the amount of magic to a perfect dose that was imperceptible yet effective. Unless Merlin came, no one else could possibly detect it!

Now, please drink this special glass of wine, my sister...

Arthur didn't sense any poison, and besides, she had been quite busy lately. Looking at the bread and fruit wine, her stomach rumbled.

Arthur glanced at the paper recording the events, then at the food, and swallowed hard.

Anyway, it was given to me by Sister Wang, and she didn't have any bad intentions. I was hungry too, so...

Arthur quickly stuffed the bread into his stomach and drank the fruit wine in one gulp.

Morgan, standing outside the door, was already bursting with excitement.