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

Anno sat on the orc corpse and used a tattered cloth he had found somewhere to wipe the longsword in his hand.

The sword appears to be made of excellent material. It has been with Anno for almost a year without any damage.

Anno has been able to operate in this region thanks to his armor and this longsword.

"Hey, looks like you've been working out pretty well." A voice that Anno found quite annoying came from behind him.

Anno instinctively swung his sword backward, but felt no real impact.

Upon closer inspection, they discovered that Merlin, that annoying old bastard, was standing by a tree in the distance.

"Where do you think you're going, you old thief!" Anno gritted his teeth.

With a "whoosh," the longsword in his hand was hurled at Merlin, who was nearly scared to death and quickly dodged.

Bang!

The longsword continued its momentum, smashing the large tree Merlin had just been leaning against, breaking it to pieces and embedding it straight into the ground behind it.

Anno remained in the stance of throwing his sword, staring at Merlin, who was clutching his chest and panting heavily, clearly terrified. A sinister smile crept across his lips.

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Chapter 8: The Journey Begins, King Uther and the Saxons

"Have you thought of your last words?" Anno strode up to Merlin, looking down at him, his clenched hands making a cracking sound.

"Um, um." A bead of cold sweat trickled down Merlin's temple. At this moment, Anno was already a little bit taller than Merlin (Merlin was 178cm, and Anno was 181cm).

"Um, Anor, can you calm down first?" Merlin gripped his staff tightly and took small steps backward.

"Calm down?" Anno sneered. "You've left me in this godforsaken place for so long and haven't even told me how to get out. Calm down my ass. Stand still, I'm going to be gentle."

Merlin looked at Anno's ferocious smile, blood-stained armor, and muscular build, swallowed hard, and quickly changed the subject: "Wait, wait, I didn't come here for you to beat me up. I have something to ask of you!"

"Please me?" Anno slapped the trunk of a tree next to Merlin, making the whole tree tremble violently. "Hurry up and say it, so I can get to work."

Merlin breathed a sigh of relief, glad that the man was willing to listen to him: "King Uther recently wanted to take action against the Saxons in the north and asked me, a court magician, to see if I could find some help. I immediately thought of you when I heard about this. You see, if you go to the battlefield, your position as a knight will be secure."

"You still remember making me a knight back then?" Annohe smiled, clenched his fist, and forcefully tore off a piece of bark.

Merlin continued, "Look at how high your combat power is now. You'll definitely make a name for yourself on the battlefield. Besides, the Age of Gods is about to perish, and the world will belong to humans from now on. These non-human races can still contribute something before they die out, right?"

Anno's gaze turned peculiar: "Aren't you also a non-human race? Why are you siding with humans?"

"Well, I just have a preference for humans..." Merlin forced a smile.

He is a hybrid of human and nightmare, and can indeed be considered a non-human race.

Anno shook himself off and walked straight into the distance.

Merlin breathed a sigh of relief when he realized he was finally out of danger.

Anno pulled his sword from the ground, flicked off the dirt, and glanced at Merlin. "Let me tidy up a bit, then I'll go." He decided to wash his armor briefly in the stream. He probably couldn't get it completely clean, but since he was about to enter human society, he wanted to be as neat as possible.

"Alright." Merlin resumed his ambiguous smile, stood up, brushed off non-existent dust, and accompanied Anno toward the water's edge.

Upon reaching the water's edge, Anno removed his armor, revealing his well-developed muscles. In his original world, such muscles would have caused people to scream with excitement, but Anno would certainly not be happy about it. Almost every fiber of these muscles was earned through his own battles.

Anno asked Merlin for a thin rope and tied up her long hair, which she had grown over the past year. For some reason, Anno was reluctant to shave her hair.

Anno didn't need to take anything, so he simply followed Merlin and left.

Before returning to human society, Anno asked Merlin to take him back to the sacred lake, and Anno thanked the lake briefly.

After that, it became the story of the British White Knight.

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Chapter Nine: King of Knights, Uther

"This is Camelot, the capital of Britain," Merlin said with a smile, pointing to the majestic city walls ahead as he rode his horse.

“Ah, um.” Anno also rode on his horse, surveying the legendary capital city.

The city wall was ten meters high. In an era of low productivity, it was truly remarkable to be able to build a structure of this caliber.

Incidentally, Anno learned horseback riding on short notice.

The two left their horses at the city gate and entered Camelot. In the city, only the king and victorious knights were entitled to ride horses.

Along the way, Anno, clad in armor and possessing a robust physique, frequently attracted the attention of passersby. Had Merlin not been by Anno's side, the patrolling knights would likely have already come up to question him, given that Anno had a longsword tucked into his waistband.

Merlin, holding his staff and concealing his face with his hat, said to Anor beside him, "King Uther has decided to set out on war in three days. Will you come with me to see the king now?"

Without hesitation, Anno replied, "Okay."

He now has the strength to back him up, so there's no need for him to be as cautious as when he first arrived in this era.

Merlin settled Anno in an empty house, which was fully furnished, indicating that Merlin had arranged it in advance.

Anor stayed there until evening before he and Merlin went to see the current monarch of Britain, Uther Pendragon.

That is, the father of King Arthur.

Camelot Palace is not particularly large, but it is decorated very lavishly.

A man of about 30 years old sat on the throne on the steps, wearing gold and blue armor and a crown. His face was imposing and dignified. He was looking up and down at Anno, who was standing next to Merlin.

Anno was also scrutinizing this king.

Without a doubt, King Uther possessed the qualities of a king.

Merlin removed his hat and introduced him to King Uther: "Your Majesty, this is the helper I brought, a human from the non-human realm—Anno."

King Uther frowned: "From the non-human realm, what do you mean?"

Merlin maintained his smile: "He is an orphan I adopted. He used to train in the non-human realm, clearing out orcs and goblins."

King Yuther nodded: "I see. Then Lord Anno must be quite strong." As he spoke, King Yuther glanced at the longsword at Anno's waist, his meaning clear.

Anno understood that King Uther wanted to test his strength as a prospective knight, and smiled confidently: "As you command, Your Majesty."

Merlin smiled and led the way for the two.

As a court magician, he held an exceptional position, being one of only two people in all of Britain who could walk in front of the king.

Merlin led the way, and King Uther rose from his throne, his height even surpassing that of Anor. He followed Merlin, while Anor brought up the rear.

The three arrived at an open space with several weapon racks and armor sets, clearly where King Uther usually honed his martial skills.

As a nation that reveres chivalry and martial prowess, the King of Britain was naturally one of the strongest knights.

Merlin consciously stepped aside, leaving the space to King Uther and Anor.

Yuther took a longsword from the weapon rack and stood opposite Anno.

The two bowed.

Anno drew his sword from his waist, looked solemnly at Yuther standing not far away, and exhaled a breath of hot air.

This man gave me a much stronger feeling than those orcs and goblins.

He had to make the first move; this was a knight's respect for the king.

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Chapter Ten: King Uther's Approval, An Initial Understanding of Slave Society

Anno moved his feet and leaped forward, wielding his sword in one hand and slashing at Yuther.

Yuther's pupils contracted, and he raised his longsword to block Anno's attack, but Anno's immense strength forced him to take a step back.

Note that Anno is slashing with one hand, while Yusser is parrying with both hands.

Yuther was surprised, but he remained calm and exerted his strength to try and suppress Anno.

Instead of advancing, Anno retreated, taking a step back to avoid Yuther's sword, and thrust the tip of his right sword straight at Yuther's head.

Yuther was prepared. He turned his head to dodge Anno's attack, then grabbed Anno's sword-wielding right hand with his backhand, while he himself swung the sword at Anno's ribs with one hand.

Anno was clearly a seasoned veteran. He suddenly lunged forward, dodging Yuther's sword and causing Yuther to stumble, forcing him to release his grip on Anno's right arm with his left hand.

Yuther clearly hadn't expected Anno to get so close. He was knocked back several steps, felt a pain in his chest, and gasped for breath.

Anno, who had just knocked Yuther aside, gave him no chance and immediately wielded his sword with both hands, delivering a powerful downward slash.

Yuther panicked and quickly held his sword horizontally in front of him.

Anno's strength was not easily countered, and Yuther was forced to take a few steps back again by this attack.

Anno did not draw his sword again; at this point, the outcome was already clear.

Anno tossed his longsword aside, walked up to King Yuther, knelt on one knee, placed his right hand on his chest, and looked up at the king with a complex expression.

King Euthyr looked disappointed, but also slightly surprised.

Although his martial arts skills may not be the strongest in Britain, they are definitely among the top tier. Now, he was defeated in less than ten rounds by this young man who was more than ten years younger than him. Yuther couldn't help but wonder if this world was really real.

Moreover, Yuther was quite pleasantly surprised at this moment.

Anor was an ally brought in by Merlin. The Saxons in the north, led by his brother, the Lowly King Vortigern Pendragon, were plotting against the Kingdom of Britain. The appearance of the exceptionally skilled Anor at this time was definitely good news.

Anor was performing a homage ceremony; if King Uther were willing to place his sword on Anor's shoulder, Anor would become King Uther's knight, at his beck and call.

King Yuther came to his senses, smiled nonchalantly, raised his longsword, and gently tapped it on Anno's shoulder. From that moment on, Anno officially became a knight.

Anno stood up, smiled at Merlin, and silently walked behind King Uther.

The three returned to the royal court.

King Uther sat back on his throne, with Merlin and Anor standing below.

By this time, it was completely dark.

King Uther said, "Merlin, go and settle Lord Anor first. Tomorrow I will announce here that Lord Anor will become my guard knight."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Merlin smiled and bowed.

Anno bowed in response, and then left the royal court with Merlin.

King Uther was left sitting on the throne, pondering the role that Anor could play.

Merlin did not take Anno directly back to their residence, but instead took Anno to a market.

To be precise, it's a "talent market".

One of the few dark sides of Camelot.