In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

“You’re a good child.” Yanan gently stroked Mira’s head, paused for a moment, and then continued, “And a good doctor too.”

Mira gave a shy smile.

A few minutes later, Mira led Yanan to the village chief who was clearing land.

According to Mira, the village chief was almost fifty years old, but looking at his gray hair and hunched back, Yanan felt that he could easily be described as seventy or eighty.

"Oh? Is this a guest brought by Xiaomila?" The village chief put down his hoe, rubbed his back a few times, and a kind smile appeared on his deeply lined face. "Of course I have no objection to that old man. Welcome to join us."

"Thank you." Yanan bowed slightly, glanced at the churned soil around him, and asked curiously, "Did you dig all of this out by yourself?"

"Yes, don't let my old bones fool you, I was quite the expert at farming back in the village," the village chief said with a smile.

Yanan hesitated for a moment: "But you are the village chief..."

The village chief waved his hand: "Now that things are like this, does it matter whether I'm the village chief or not? If we can cultivate more land, we can grow more grain and feed more people. These things are much more important than a village chief."

“I was being presumptuous.” Yanan nodded, pondering to himself how to help the old man improve his health.

He would never hesitate to show kindness to such a respectable person.

"I'm a little thirsty, Xiaomila, could you please bring me the water from that rock over there?"

“Okay, Grandpa Village Chief.” Mira nodded obediently and turned to leave.

Once Mira had walked a distance away, the village chief turned to look at Anan and smiled:

"This guest, you shouldn't be... a vagrant, right?"

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"This guest, you shouldn't be... a vagrant, right?"

Seeing the old village chief's smiling face, Yanan raised an eyebrow slightly.

Although he was not in a position to panic at the discovery of his identity, it was undeniable that a sense of curiosity and surprise arose in his heart at this moment.

The old man before them had no magical energy fluctuations whatsoever. His frail body looked as if he would fall over with a gust of wind, and he exuded an aura of age beyond his years. He was undoubtedly just an ordinary person.

How did he see through his disguise?

As if understanding his expression, the old village chief chuckled and said, "I suppose you haven't truly experienced the life of a refugee. People like us, who wander from place to place and live on the edge, can't possibly show a compassionate look to a stranger like you do."

"We have to do everything we can just to survive."

Yanan was silent for a moment, then said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to deceive you, I just didn't want to cause any unnecessary trouble."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "If you mind, village chief, I can leave immediately. But before I leave, please allow me to ask a few questions. Rest assured, I will pay you accordingly."

The village chief pondered for a moment, then slowly shook his head, causing Yanan's mood to sink slightly.

"A guest is a guest, and no matter who you are, since Mira brought you here, it means you have a connection with our village," the old village chief said with a smile. "If you don't mind, please rest here for now. However, our village's current conditions are rather poor, and we may not be able to offer you anything of value."

Yanan breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "Village Chief, you're too kind. I'm very grateful that you're willing to let me stay. Thank you."

With the village chief's permission, Yanan finally settled down in the village.

There weren't any extra houses in the village, so Anaen built a small wooden cabin on the outskirts of the village using rune magic, and also made some simple furniture.

Although a Heroic Spirit doesn't need to eat or sleep, who would willingly endure hardship if given the opportunity?

The next day, under Mira's guidance, Yanan began to familiarize himself with the village.

Just as Moen and the old village chief said, the current situation in the village is not optimistic, because everyone has fled and did not bring much with them, so all kinds of living resources are scarce.

Everyone here, whether old or young, has many things to do every day in order to survive.

So Yanan also found himself a job as a doctor, firstly because the village was currently lacking medical resources, and the only doctor, twelve-year-old Mira, was simply not enough. Secondly, being a doctor would be the quickest way for him to integrate into the village.

With the Black Abyss White Flower, the injuries and illnesses of these ordinary people are nothing more than a piece of cake for him. As long as they don't die on the spot, even if they only have a breath left, he can save them!

After treating several patients, the villagers no longer doubted his medical skills, and their previous rejection and suspicion turned into enthusiasm and trust.

Moen even sent Yanan a whole leg of pork that night, but he politely declined.

Thanks to his identity as a doctor, it only took a few days for Yanan to successfully integrate into the village and earn the respect of the villagers.

"Grandpa Hall, have you ever heard of the [Mountain People]?"

Under the eaves, Yanan and an old man with white hair and beard ate and talked.

According to the village chief, Hall is the oldest and most knowledgeable person in the village, and you can ask him any questions you may have.

The old man took a bite of the rough black bread in his hand, chewing slowly with his few remaining teeth, a thoughtful look appearing in his cloudy eyes.

"[The Mountain People]...that's a strange name, but I don't remember ever hearing about this organization."

Yanan frowned slightly and continued to press, "What about the Sun Dynasty?"

The old man thought for a moment, then shook his head: "Never heard of it."

Yanan pondered for a moment: "Have you ever seen any strange people, such as those with long arms, dark skin, and skull masks on their faces, or creatures with wings, lion-like bodies, but human-like features?"

The old man looked at him with surprise, then chuckled and said, "Young people have such rich imaginations. I don't know where you heard these strange things from, but I've never seen them or heard anyone mention them."

Anan frowned even more: "Did you encounter anything unusual?"

"Yes," the old man said firmly.

Yanan's eyes lit up: "What is it?"

“Those knights from the city,” Old Man Hall said after a moment of silence, “I have never seen anyone as powerful as them… Each one of them possessed immense strength, their armor was impervious to blades and spears, and they never hesitated for a moment when killing; they were like a group of cold and ruthless steel.”

"Moreover, it is said that above those knights, there are the so-called Knights of the Round Table. Those people are hundreds of times stronger than ordinary knights. To be honest, I can't even imagine what kind of people could be so terrifying."

Because they weren't human to begin with... Yanan shook his head, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

If it weren't for the lack of information, this place would likely be quite far from the territory of the Mountain People and the Sun Dynasty.

“However…” the old man hesitated for a moment, “Although those knights are very powerful, I have heard that there is another equally powerful opponent.”

"You mean there are other forces opposing them?" Yanan raised an eyebrow. Besides the Mountain People and the Sun Dynasty, who else could stand against Camelot?

"Yes, and I've heard that this faction was founded by someone whose strength rivals that of the Knights of the Round Table." The old man frowned as he recalled, "It's said that the founder was a girl in a red dress who loved to sing, but..."

The old man coughed lightly, his expression slightly strange, and said, "It seems you sing terribly..."

The girl in the red dress likes to sing... Yanan's lips twitched slightly. Could it be...?

"I remember that power's name was something like... the Holy Roman Empire?"

"Something's happened! Something's happened!!"

Suddenly, a series of urgent shouts shattered the tranquility of the village. Everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and turned around to see a young man carrying a tall, blood-soaked figure on his back, running non-stop toward the village.

"It's Moen!!"

"What happened? Wasn't he out on patrol? How did he get so badly injured?!"

"Where's Mira? Quick, call her over here!"

Soon, Mira rushed over with a medicine bag, but seeing Moen covered in wounds and blood, she had no idea where to start. She was sweating profusely and completely lost.

Ultimately, she was just a twelve-year-old girl. No matter how talented she was, she still lacked experience.

Moreover, Moen's injuries were so severe that even his father might not be able to cure him.

"Let me do it." A gentle voice came from the side. Mira subconsciously looked up and saw a familiar face.

“Mr. Yanan.......”

Anan knelt before Moen, black and white light converging in his hand to form the shape of a spear. Pure white light emanated from the spear, enveloping Moen within it.

Under the creative power of the Black Abyss White Flower, Moen's wounds healed at a visible speed, and his face, which had been as pale as paper, gradually regained its rosy hue.

More than ten minutes later, the light gradually faded, and Yanan breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "It's alright now."

He raised his head, and the villagers around him suddenly took a few steps back, their eyes filled with an indescribable mix of disgust and fear.

I knew it would turn out like this... Yanan sighed helplessly.

These past few days, he has been restraining himself from displaying his extraordinary power in front of ordinary people. Even when treating others, he only uses the power of the Black Abyss White Flower while using Feather Dust to create the illusion of feeding them medicine.

Ignorant people are always afraid of phenomena that are beyond their understanding. These villagers had never come into contact with supernatural powers. The only people they knew who could use such powers were the white-clad killers from the city.

Moreover, the Black Abyss White Flower is itself a knight's lance.

It seems that what just happened has brought back some unpleasant memories for them.

However, the situation is urgent, and if they don't use the Black Abyss White Flower, Moen will truly be beyond saving.

It's about time I left...

"What are you doing?!"

Accompanied by an angry voice, an old figure stepped out.

"village head......."

"Grandpa Village Chief..."

The old village chief walked to Yanan's side, glanced at Moen, whose injuries had healed, breathed a sigh of relief, and then turned to Yanan and bowed solemnly:

"Thank you, Mr. Yanan, for saving Moen."

"It's nothing. I'm a doctor, saving lives is my duty," Yanan said with a smile as he helped the old man up.

The village chief glanced at the surrounding villagers and said angrily, "Look at the way you're all doing this! Mr. Yanan has helped us so much these past few days, never asking for anything in return, and this is how you treat him?!"

It was clear that the old village chief had a high level of prestige; when he spoke, no one dared to stand up and refute him.

"If it weren't for Mr. Yanan's intervention this time, Moen would be dead! He's a good man and a friend of our village. Don't you even have that most basic conscience?!"

Everyone exchanged glances and lowered their heads in shame.

The old man took a few heavy breaths and turned to look at Yanan again: "I'm sorry, Mr. Yanan, I apologize for their offense just now."

“It’s alright, I understand everyone.” Yanan smiled and waved his hand, then paused and added, “Actually, I was planning to leave here in a few days anyway, so this doesn’t affect me much.”

“I know,” the old village chief said with a wry smile. “I know that someone like you can’t stay here forever. I’m ashamed that I left you with this impression. If you don’t mind, please let us prepare a farewell feast for you.”

“No need. The village’s resources are limited. Let’s leave them for those who need them,” Yanan said with a smile.

The old village chief opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn't say anything. He just sighed and said, "...Thank you."

“Mr. Yanan, may I come with you?” Mira suddenly asked from beside her.