In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

On paper, the strongest is undoubtedly the Lion King, who possesses the Knights of the Round Table and the Tower of Radiance. Next is Ozymandias, who has a large number of fantasy species. The Mountain People are undoubtedly the weakest.

But Yanan hadn't forgotten that behind these mountain people stood a true big shot.

The Angel of Death - The Old Man of the Mountain.

Hassan was both the first and the last.

This guy's the kind who'd chop someone's head off at the drop of a hat...

Since the Old Man of the Mountain doesn't have many recorded actions in this singularity, Anan couldn't determine just how strong he was.

However, judging from how easily he could infiltrate the Great Temple of Radiance and cut off Ozymandias's head, he is probably not far from being in his perfect state.

In other words, this King Hassan, like him, may very well have descended into this world as a Grand Servant.

Yanan didn't really want to deal with the other party. Hassan's personality was unusually eccentric, especially this King Hassan, no one ever knew what he was thinking.

If they can reach an agreement, that's fine, but if they accidentally offend the other party, then Yanan will have a real headache.

Being targeted by the ancestors of assassins is no laughing matter.

"Indeed, let's try to contact Ozymandias first."

Although Ozymandias has an equally eccentric temper, it doesn't matter; at least he can beat this one...

"I wonder if this guy still remembers me. Although Heroic Spirits rarely remember their previous summoning experiences, he was, after all, the Sun King of ancient Egypt. That guy should... um?"

As if suddenly noticing something, Yanan turned to look at a small, rocky hillside a hundred meters to his left.

Yu Duchen's feedback told him that there was an unfamiliar brainwave signal there.

The next second, Yanan's figure vanished from the spot.

"Humans?"

Looking at the little girl who was pressed tightly against the stone wall, her eyes filled with fear and timidity, Yanan raised an eyebrow slightly.

It's true what they say, you get a pillow right after you start sleeping.

The little girl looked to be about twelve or thirteen years old. She seemed to be malnourished, as she was rather thin. Her clothes and her tender little face were dusty and looked rather disheveled.

She carried a basket on her back and held a sickle tightly in front of her, looking at Yanan with a tense expression.

"Don't be afraid, little friend, I'm not a bad person."

Yanan smiled and crouched down, while quietly releasing the mental power of Feather Dust to soothe the little girl's emotions.

The little girl's tense body gradually relaxed, but she still held the sickle in her hand and asked cautiously:

Are you one of those guys from the city?

“A guy from the city?” Yanan was slightly taken aback, but then he realized what he meant and shook his head with a smile. “Of course not, I’m just a traveler.”

"Traveler?" The little girl's eyes revealed obvious curiosity.

“It’s the kind of person who wanders around aimlessly, helping others solve their problems along the way,” Yanan said with a smile.

"Helping others solve their problems..." The little girl paused slightly, a hint of something indescribable flickering in her eyes.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Yanan." Yanan extended his hand to the little girl.

The little girl hesitated for a moment, then extended her small hand and shook hands with Yanan: "My name is Mira."

Thanks to the effect of the Feather Dust, Mira quickly lowered her guard against Anan and began to chat happily with him.

According to Mira, her family lived in an unnamed village about four or five miles away, where the villagers were all refugees who had gathered together to escape the "white killers in the city."

Mira's parents were all doctors, and perhaps due to her family tradition, Mira has a certain talent in this field. She came out this time to collect herbs.

"Are you all alone?" Yanan was slightly surprised. In such a dangerous world, wouldn't his family worry about letting a teenager come out alone?

Mira lowered her head slightly, obscuring her expression: "My family... has been taken away."

“…” Yanan fell silent.

Suddenly, Mira knelt down, startling Yanan.

“Mr. Yanan.” Mira raised her head, her large amber eyes pleading. “You said you’re a traveler who helps people solve their problems, I… I beg you, please help me rescue my father and the others, okay? I’ll give you any reward, even myself. I’m a doctor, I’m very useful, please…”

Looking into those tear-filled eyes, Anan sighed softly in his heart and reached out to help Mira up.

"Don't worry, that's why I came here."

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On the way back to the village, Yanan and Mira talked a lot. Although the little girl was young, she was very articulate, which gave him a general understanding of the world.

Overall, it was pretty much as he had anticipated.

Camelot, led by the Lion King, forcefully occupied this land. The Knights of Justice, acting on the King's orders, searched everywhere for civilians, sending those with "pure and noble hearts" to the City of Chalk.

Those with "evil and dark hearts" are mercilessly strangled.

To escape the knights, people had to leave their homes and search for hiding places. Mira and her parents were unfortunately caught up in one of their escapes.

To protect their daughter, Mira's parents chose to stay behind to cover their retreat, but the result was that her mother was killed and her father was sent to the City of Chalk.

"I don't understand. My mother is such a kind person. She helps my father take care of his sick relatives, picks out herbs, teaches me to read and write, and tells me bedtime stories... But why, why do those people let my father go, but they do the same to my mother..."

"And then there's Grandma Vanessa, her smile is always so kind. Every time she bakes bread, she shares some with the children who come running when they smell it. Everyone loves her, but why is it that even she..."

Looking at the little girl's trembling shoulders, Yanan sighed silently and gently patted her head.

Mira looked up at Yanan with teary eyes: "Mr. Yanan, did my mother and the others really do something wrong?"

Yanan paused for a moment, then looked up at the sky:

"No, the problem isn't with them, it's with the world."

Chapter Four: The Nameless Village

"Our village is just ahead."

After winding around in a narrow canyon for a while, Anaen finally followed Mira to the nameless village she had mentioned.

In fact, Yanan had sensed a large number of brainwave signals from hundreds of meters away, but he did not expect that Mira’s village was hidden in such a remote place.

Indeed, the wisdom of the working people should not be underestimated.

The village was not large, with only about a hundred people. It was surrounded by a defensive line made of piled stones, and guards with bows and arrows patrolled the towers at all times.

However, Yanan doubted how useful these things would be if Camelot's Knights actually found them.

"stop."

A tall, tanned man stood at the village entrance and stopped him and Mira.

“Uncle Moen.” Mira stepped forward and greeted the man.

“It’s Mira.” The man’s serious face softened slightly, then he turned to look at Anan, his eyes revealing a hint of wariness. “And who is this person?”

“His name is Yanan. He was a refugee I met while gathering herbs, so I brought him back,” Mira replied, following Yanan’s previous instructions.

Yanan stood silently to the side. To avoid any misunderstanding from the villagers, he had changed his silver armor into a slightly worn-out outfit and disguised his appearance to some extent, making him look no different from an ordinary refugee.

Refugees? Moen glanced at Yanan, his brows furrowing slightly. The situation outside was chaotic, and bringing a stranger here would be far too risky.

If Mira hadn't been so young and the only doctor in the village, he would have already given her a thorough dressing-down.

"Let's just get rid of this guy..." Moen was about to speak when another idea suddenly popped into his mind.

We're all refugees, and survival is hard for everyone. Since we've met, let's help each other out if we can...

As the thought crossed his mind, Moen's heart softened a little, and he sighed, "Take him to the village chief. Let's make it clear beforehand that we're short-handed right now and can't afford to support anyone who's not working."

“Yes, I know.” Yanan smiled and followed Mira into the village.

Watching the two figures disappear into the distance, the young guard on the tower whispered, "Has Uncle Moen taken the wrong medicine today? When did he become so easy to talk to?"

"Yes, yes, back when he was a blacksmith in the village, he would pick up his hammer and chase people for three whole streets without a second thought." Another guard nodded in agreement.

Suddenly, a deep voice came from below.

"You two, you're really bored, aren't you? You even have the nerve to whisper to each other? You'll be standing here for another hour!"

The two young guards' faces turned deathly pale.

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"Good afternoon, Uncle Kolaman. I've found a herb that, when taken three times a day, should help relieve your headaches."

"Grandma Rosen, are you feeling better? Are you alright? That's good. If it relapses, please come see me immediately."

"Ah! Grandpa Hall, you weren't here when I came to see you last time. I've found a solution for your insomnia, and I'll bring the medicine over for you later."

As soon as she entered the village, Mira shed her fragile and pitiful appearance from before, and with a bright and sunny smile on her face, she skipped and hopped around, greeting everyone enthusiastically.

When the villagers saw the little girl, their slightly tired expressions softened a bit, and they responded to Mira with smiles.

"Oh, it's Mimi La! I just baked some dark bread, let's eat together."

"Thank you, Grandma Rosen, but I have something to do with the village chief. I'll come back later." Mira nodded obediently and led Yanan towards the other side of the village.

The old man looked at the still-warm black bread in his hand, then at Mira's retreating figure, and sighed softly:

"What a wonderful child, what a pity..."

Looking back at the villagers, Yanan smiled at Mira and said, "It seems everyone likes you."

"It's probably because I'm quite young..." Mira smiled shyly.

Yanan shook his head. Anyone with eyes could see that it was this little girl's enthusiasm and initiative in helping these villagers that soothed their weary souls, which was why they were so friendly to her.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that this was the same person as the little girl who had been kneeling and crying earlier.

“Everyone here has lost the most important thing.” Mira glanced back and said softly, “So, I want to cheer everyone up, even if it’s just a little bit of help.”

“…” Yanan fell silent.

A child who should have been innocent and carefree was forced to bear a maturity far beyond his years.

This is certainly touching, but even more so, it evokes heartache.