In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

"Alright, alright, I promise you, once things are over here, I will never build the magic workshop in the basement again, is that alright?" She covered her mouth with her hand and chuckled.

Anan nodded slightly, and his gaze inadvertently fell upon the alchemical doll on the experimental table. Looking at the light green patterns covering the doll's body, a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

"This is......"

He took two steps at a time and walked forward to carefully observe the patterns.

Morgan stood to one side with a smile, a hint of pride in his pale gold eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, Yanan suddenly raised her head, looking at Morgan with a slightly shocked expression: "Sister Wang, could it be that this is...?"

“That’s right.” Morgan nodded with a smile. “This is the final version of the second-generation pseudo-circuit, and all the specifications perfectly meet your requirements.”

An uncontrollable look of ecstasy instantly flashed in Yanan's eyes!

The pseudo-circuit is finally complete!

With this, he can equip the Key of Domination to the Knights, and then his "Godslayer Knights" plan will finally be completed!

"Following your method, I created a buffer zone between the simulated circuit and the host's mind, reducing the mental impact of the simulated circuit, and then simplified the instructions..."

Morgan was about to explain his improvement ideas when he suddenly felt a strong force coming at him, and then he was pulled into a warm embrace, with a strong masculine scent coming from his nostrils.

"Thank you so much, Queen!" Annan hugged Morgan's curvaceous body tightly, excitedly saying, "With this, we can easily defeat the Lowly King and even unify the whole of Britain!"

However, after a while, he still hadn't received a response from Morgan.

He looked down in confusion and saw Morgan's pretty face flushed, her pale golden eyes glazed over, and her slightly parted cherry lips exhaling a sweet breath like musk and orchid.

As the initial excitement subsided, Yanan realized what he had done. But looking at that stunning face and feeling the soft, full touch in his arms, he felt his reason being stripped away little by little.

His hand unconsciously slid down, quietly climbing up her full, high breasts, and gently pinched her through the silky dress.

“Mmm—” Morgan shuddered and couldn’t help but let out a low moan.

As if encouraged, Yanan suddenly increased his strength, kneading it into various shapes at will.

Morgan had never experienced such a shock before. She wanted to stop Yanan's actions, but she couldn't muster any strength at all. Her body became increasingly limp, as if she had lost her bones. If it weren't for Yanan supporting her, she might have collapsed to the ground like mud by now.

Seemingly still not satisfied, Yanan quietly reached out with his other hand towards Morgan's impressive figure.

Even through the dress, he could clearly feel its delicate and full texture.

Morgan's pretty face grew increasingly flushed, as if she had become a doll, offering no resistance and allowing the man in front of her to play with her body at will.

Yanan's breathing became heavier and heavier. Looking at those bright red lips that shone with a faint, glossy sheen, he felt that his throat had never been so dry.

His head slowly descended, and Morgan suddenly felt a surge of inexplicable panic, murmuring softly:

"no......"

Yanan paused abruptly, his confused eyes instantly clearing, and he hurriedly pushed Morgan away.

Morgan quickly snapped out of her daze and, recalling what had just happened, felt a surge of intense shame. She didn't even dare to look up at Annane.

An eerie silence fell over the room.

Yanan turned his head away in utter embarrassment and coughed lightly, "Sorry, Sister Wang, I... I was a little out of line just now."

Morgan took a deep breath, used magic to calm herself down, looked up, and smiled, "It's okay, we're family. Isn't it normal for family members to have some intimate gestures?"

"Uh, yes...yes."

Anan's gaze inadvertently swept over Morgan's disheveled dress, and a strong impulse suddenly surged within him again, startling him so much that he quickly used the power of Feather Dust to calm his emotions.

Morgan noticed this as well, and her pretty face flushed slightly again. But thanks to the magic, she quickly calmed herself down and casually straightened her dress.

This made Yanan even more embarrassed.

To change the subject, he had no choice but to say, "By the way, Sister Wang, there's actually another thing I wanted to talk to you about."

He then shared his experiences over the past period and his thoughts on the Knights of the Round Table.

“Those old bastards, they really dare to mess with me, the Pendragon family, playing such petty tricks in front of us.” Sure enough, Morgan’s face immediately darkened, and he sneered, “Perfect, since they don’t want to work here anymore, let them give their positions to the right people.”

She looked at Yanan and nodded: "Your idea is very good. Don't worry, Yanan, I will definitely help you solve this problem!"

Yanan breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "Then I'll have to trouble you, Sister Wang."

He then chatted with Morgan for a while longer before turning and leaving.

Looking at the closed door, Morgan gently ran her finger across her red lips, a sweet smile curving her lips slightly.

"You little rascal."

Chapter Nine: Karls' Opportunity

"Your Majesty? Your Majesty!"

"Hmm... Ah!?"

As if waking from a dream, Yanan turned to look at Bedivere in front of him: "What's wrong?"

"Your Majesty, you seem quite distracted these past few days," Bedivere asked, puzzled. "Is it because you've been working too hard lately?"

"Is...is that so?" A hint of embarrassment appeared on Yanan's face. He guiltily looked away and coughed lightly. "Maybe it's because I've been working too much lately, and it's making me a little distracted."

"Really?" Bedwell's eyes showed a hint of anxiety and concern. "Then why don't we call it a day? You should go and get some rest."

“No need, I’ll just take care of myself a bit later.” Yanan shook his head. “Alright, let’s continue our previous conversation.”

Bedwell frowned slightly, sighed inwardly, and could only helplessly pick up the report in his hand and continue: "Winter planting is progressing steadily, and farmers have sufficient seed reserves. If nothing unexpected happens, this year's situation should not be much different from previous years."

Yanan nodded slightly: "That's good. Agriculture is the foundation of a country and is related to the livelihood of the nation. We must not be negligent in this regard."

He suddenly noticed a hint of hesitation on Bedwell's face and asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

Bedivere gave a wry smile: "Your Majesty, I don't really understand why you would entrust me with such an important task as agriculture. Although it may sound irresponsible, I really don't know much about this area, so... I would like to ask you to rescind your order and let someone else who is more suitable take this position."

Bedwell wasn't deliberately shirking responsibility. Ever since Yanan appointed him as Minister of Agriculture, he had been trying to learn about agriculture, but unfortunately, he had never been exposed to these things before and had zero foundation, so he had to start from scratch.

However, Britain has never had a systematic agricultural knowledge, and people's experience is basically passed down orally. As a result, the difficulty for him to learn it is several times higher.

Moreover, the policies proposed by the king also involved agricultural matters. Bedwell needed to absorb agricultural knowledge to consolidate the foundation, and at the same time, he also had to consider how to implement the king's policies.

It could be said that his workload these past few days has been almost as heavy as Yanan's, but he is still the slowest among everyone, which is putting a lot of pressure on Bedivere.

Yanan pondered for a moment and said, "That's true. I did overlook this aspect... Don't worry, I'll bring someone over for you in a few days. With his help, you won't have to worry about this."

Bedivere looked at Anahn with suspicion. Did the king have agricultural talent among his men?

The next day, Yanan arrived at the outskirts of Camelot and found the old knight, Karls, whom he had sent from Tylerbil to Camelot.

"God... God?"

Kars, who was working in the field, stared blankly at the suddenly appearing Yanan in front of him, and for a moment wondered if he was dreaming.

“It’s been a long time, Karls,” Yanan said with a smile.

Kars trembled, and only then did he realize that the person standing in front of him was indeed a god!

He hurriedly tried to kneel down, but the moment his knees bent, an inexplicable force lifted him up again.

"I told you, don't kneel down as soon as you see me. I'm really not some kind of god." Yanan shook his head helplessly.

Karls scratched his head and laughed awkwardly, "I'm just used to it."

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Anan asked Kars about his experiences since arriving in Camelot.

He had imparted all his agricultural knowledge to Kars, but since he was unsure how effective this knowledge would be in this land of the gods, he sent Kars to Camelot ahead of time to test it.

Kars did not disappoint him. Over the next few months, he diligently and meticulously followed the knowledge taught by Anaen to cultivate crops and achieved a very gratifying harvest.

Led by Kars, Yanan arrived at his granary, where he was storing grain. He was startled to see the granary piled high with wheat.

“My Lord God, the tools and knowledge you gave me are so incredibly useful!” Karls’s old face flushed with excitement. “Especially that plow, it allowed me to cultivate the land more than ten times faster than others, and dig very deep! And that seed drill was so fast and convenient when sowing seeds! Then, following your instructions, I watered, fertilized, weeded, and removed pests from the wheat every day, and not a single wheat stalk had any problems; they all grew exceptionally well! The grain I grew by myself is enough to supply an entire village for a whole year!”

Yanan's heart skipped a beat. Although he had prepared in advance, he had not expected the final result to be so exaggerated.

However, he was also well aware that the main reason for this result was that the use of farming tools had greatly improved Kars's farming efficiency. After all, the land in this era still retained traces of the Age of Gods, and the yield was exceptionally high. Under such circumstances, the output ratio of grain was actually very astonishing. The more land that was cultivated, the greater the final harvest would be.

As for agricultural knowledge, it didn't actually play a very significant role.

To give a simple example, the three-field system played a pivotal role in the history of European agriculture, but it was completely useless in this era because the land here remained fertile at all times, and there was no need for fallowing or replanting.

This knowledge may only truly come into play when the age of gods fades away.

However, before that, they must make the most of this last opportunity.

Yanan took a deep breath, not minding Karls's mud and dust, and patted him on the shoulder: "I'm glad, Karls, you did a perfect job and did not disappoint me."

Karls was trembling with excitement; his efforts had finally been recognized by the gods!

The theory had been tested and had achieved such remarkable results that Yanan had no more reservations and said directly, "Karls, I will arrange for you to join Camelot's agricultural department to be responsible for promoting all of this knowledge and tools. This may be a very troublesome task, so be prepared."

Karls almost fainted. Although he was simple and honest, he had lived for so long and had seen a lot of human relationships. How could he not understand what Yanan meant?

It is no exaggeration to say that if this matter can be accomplished, his name will be forever etched in the history of Britain!

"My Lord God, are you really... going to give me such a precious opportunity?" Karls' voice trembled with intense excitement and fear.

“Isn’t this exactly what I promised you?” Yanan smiled, then vanished like the wind.

Carl looked down at his rough, muddy hands, tears streaming down his face.

Chapter Ten: Yulina, in Danger!

Upon returning to the palace, Anaen summoned Bedivere and told him about Kars.

Upon hearing this news, Bedivere was overjoyed and couldn't help but feel a deep admiration for the king's foresight.

Having settled matters on the agricultural front, Yanan quickly turned his attention to the pseudo-circuit.

He arrested three death row inmates from prison and conducted live experiments on the pseudo-circuit. If, after a month, these three experimenters still did not experience any adverse effects, then it could be basically confirmed that the second-generation pseudo-circuit had been successfully developed.

At that time, his "Godslayer Knights" plan can be officially launched.

However, before that, he still had to solve a problem—a shortage of manpower.

The Key of Domination can split into a full thousand, but his Knights Order currently only has three hundred members, leaving a gap of seven hundred to be filled.

But he couldn't just stuff any mediocre people into the order. After all, this knightly order was his trump card for sweeping across Britain in the future. He had poured a lot of effort into this order, and if it were ruined by a few bad apples, he would be so frustrated that he would vomit blood.

Moreover, the Key of Domination has very high requirements for its host; ordinary soldiers simply cannot gain the Key of Domination's recognition.