In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

No one responded.

She tilted her head in confusion, hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and pressed her ear against the door.

"Lily, what are you doing?"

Artoria was startled and turned around to see Kai looking at her with a puzzled expression.

Are you here to see Anan?

Artoria blushed deeply, like a child caught doing something wrong, and stammered, "I... I didn't... that... I... my teacher..."

A thought flashed through her mind like lightning. Without thinking, she blurted out, "The teacher forgot to assign homework today!"

Kai: ...

He looked at Artoria with a pained expression: "Didn't the teacher say that we'd have a few days off because the day of the King's Election is coming soon? Where did this homework come from?"

"Oh, I see... I'm sorry, I forgot." Artoria guiltily looked away and turned to leave as if fleeing.

“Anan has gone to the blacksmith to pick up his order. If you want to find him, go there.”

Kai's voice came from behind, and Artoria almost stumbled. She immediately changed direction and headed towards the exit of the manor.

Watching Artoria's retreating figure, Kai sighed softly.

“Lily…”

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"Thank you very much, Uncle Karl."

A smile appeared on Yanan's face as he looked at the neatly arranged row of iron tools in front of him.

Karls was somewhat apprehensive and quickly lowered his head: "Please don't say that, Your Majesty. It is already an immense honor for me to be able to help you."

Anan glanced at Kars with a hint of helplessness. He himself couldn't remember how many times he had explained to Kars, but the stubborn old knight still believed that he was a noble god.

Now that things have come to this, he's too lazy to care anymore. Let this guy call him whatever he wants, as long as he doesn't kneel down whenever he sees him like he did at the beginning.

"My Lord, what is the purpose of all these things you have forged?"

This question had been troubling him ever since Yanan handed the blueprints to Kars three months ago. Now that the actual object had finally been cast, he decided to ask the question while the deity was in a good mood.

Yanan glanced at him but didn't answer directly. Instead, he smiled and said, "What use do you think these things are, Uncle Karls?"

Karls hesitated for a moment, then tentatively said, "I have a feeling that these things might be related to the land and food."

A hint of surprise appeared in Yanan's eyes.

As Carls said, these things are indeed related to the land.

This is a batch of farm tools.

He mainly studies sickles, hoes, shovels, and plows; he is still researching other more complex tools such as curved plows and seed drills.

Six months ago, when he first arrived in Taylor-Bill, he went to see the agricultural level out of curiosity.

After reading it, he felt like he wanted to gouge his own eyes out.

They don't even turn the soil over, they just scatter the seeds anywhere, that's called sowing. After planting, they don't care for them, they don't weed or fertilize, they just let them grow freely. When they mature, they pull them out one by one by hand.

To be honest, he once wondered if he had traveled to the primitive era.

What made him even more desperate was that, during his conversation with Sir Hector, he discovered that it wasn't just Tyler Bill who was like this, but the whole of Britain!

There is absolutely no systematic agricultural knowledge here, nor any tools to assist agricultural production; it's all entirely dependent on the weather.

The atmosphere of the Age of Gods pervades this place, so even though people still use such primitive farming methods, food reserves are still quite sufficient.

But Yanan knew that this wouldn't work.

The Age of Gods is about to disappear from the earth, and these unique advantages will gradually fade away. Humanity will need to rely on its own hands to create the future.

When that time comes, their first challenge will be the food problem.

With that primitive farming technique, famine will definitely occur, and a large number of people will starve to death.

Famine is a terrifying thing. The demise of most dynasties in history was indirectly or directly related to famine.

Therefore, he must start now to change people's production concepts.

The first thing to do is to teach them how to cultivate the land and how to use these farming tools.

However, he certainly couldn't do this alone; he needed to find some helpers.

Yanan looked Kars up and down, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Even though they had never seen such a tool before, they instinctively felt that it was related to land and food.

This old knight might have a special talent in this area.

"My Lord God, did I say something wrong?" Kars shrank back and asked somewhat nervously.

"No, you're right. These tools are indeed related to the land and food. They have a common name: farm tools."

Yanan pointed to the farm tools and explained their functions to Kars, while also mentioning some tips for agricultural production.

The more Carls listened, the wider his mouth opened and the brighter his eyes became.

"That's amazing! Absolutely amazing! According to you, my divine being, with these... farming tools, and combined with the techniques you mentioned, our grain yield can increase by at least several dozen times!"

Karls looked at Anahn with eyes full of boundless reverence. As expected of a god, the tools he casually crafted could produce miraculous effects.

Such profound wisdom is as dazzling as the sun in the sky!

Foolish mortals cannot even comprehend one ten-thousandth of it!

Yanan nodded inwardly. Without any actual testing, the old knight was able to so quickly figure out the function of these farm tools based solely on his description. He certainly had some talent in this area.

He patted Carls on the shoulder and smiled:

"So, are you interested in etching your name into this history-altering feat, Karls?"

Chapter Fifteen: Morgan le Fay Guinevere

After leaving Karls' blacksmith shop, Yanan chose to take a longer route home.

It wasn't that he didn't want to take the shortcut, but rather that recently, with the day of the King's Election approaching, a large group of knights from out of town had arrived at Tyler Bill's place.

These guys are as energetic as bulls in heat, and since there's nothing else to do here, they spend all day looking for people to spar with and fight.

Because of his black hair and eyes, he attracted a lot of attention. Every time he appeared, a large group of guys would jump out and clamor for a battle with him that would cost them the honor of being knights.

He was so annoyed by the constant nagging that he took matters into his own hands and gave a good beating to the loudest ones.

I thought this would intimidate the others, but I didn't expect these guys to get even more excited.

He was so frightened by these guys that he had no choice but to flee back to the manor and hide there for a month.

He came out today because the Karlsto people brought him news that the farm tools had been completed.

Even so, he dared not appear on the streets of Tyler Bill.

According to information obtained from Kai, the number of knights gathering at Tyler Bill has been increasing recently.

"Why bother? King Arthur's position has already been decided, so what use would your arrival be?"

As Yanan walked along the sparsely populated forest path, he shook his head and sighed.

Although the road was a bit long, the scenery along the way was quite nice, and there was a clear stream running alongside it, so Yanan didn't find it boring.

A strange sound suddenly entered his ears.

He stopped, his brow furrowed slightly, and focused his attention. He vaguely heard the sound of water splashing, and at the same time...

"Help... help..."

Someone is drowning!

Yanan's gaze suddenly sharpened, and he shot out like an arrow released from a bow, quickly heading towards the direction from which the sound came.

After about 500 meters, he finally arrived at the accident scene.

In the middle of the river, a woman wearing a black and blue dress and with long, light blonde hair was tightly hugging a rock, weakly crying for help, and seemed to be about to give up.

"Don't worry, I'm coming to save you right away!"

Anan drew upon the magic within him, creating a mysterious symbol in the air.

[Runes - Elements]!

An invisible ethereal wave rippled outwards, and the turbulent water flowed as if it had been brushed by a pair of giant hands, suddenly becoming calm.

Yanan immediately drew another symbol.

[Hand of Runes]!

A pair of illusory large hands emerged from the void and reached out to grab the woman with light golden hair.

Deng!

A light green barrier suddenly appeared around the woman with pale golden hair, blocking Anahn's [Hand of Runes] from the outside.

Runes?

Anan frowned slightly; it was clearly a rune with autonomous triggering properties.

In this era, anyone who can master runes must have an extraordinary background.

But now is not the time to think about these things; saving lives is the priority.

He pointed his fingers like a knife and lightly sliced ​​across his palm, creating a gash from which a few drops of blood seeped out, outlining even more complex runes in the air.

[Primal Rune Rune Hand]!

The original runes were the power that Odin, the king of the gods, gained after drinking from the Fountain of Wisdom. The later runes were merely simplified versions introduced to make them easier for people to understand. In terms of power, the two are not even in the same league.

However, the original runes were hundreds of times more complex than runes, and the mana consumption was astronomical.

But during an unintentional practice, Anaen discovered that he could actually use blood instead of magic to construct the original runes.

He was very confused about this and even asked his mother for advice, but Scáthach told him nothing.

Intuition told him that Scáthach must know something, but unfortunately, he never got a definite answer until he left the Land of Shadows.