The Infinite Journey of a Certain Flame

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"This is because of the spices, very special spices."

Chapter Seventeen: The Unknown King Arthur

"Spices? Such precious things, how did you manage to get so much of them?"

Lancelot looked at the potato chips in his hand, then sniffed them, still delighted by their unique aroma.

This is a sign that the taste buds have been awakened to their most primal desires.

This also suggests that the food Kiana collected might have a value far exceeding its physical worth.

"Rare? I wouldn't say so."

Kiana touched her chin, then spread her hands and said, "These kinds of things are plentiful where we are; they're quite common snacks."

"Snacks? Like desserts or something similar after a meal?"

Lancelot listened to Kiana's explanation and couldn't help but laugh, "You should have said so earlier. If it's something precious, you don't have to force yourself to use it as food."

"Huh? Uh..."

Something precious?

Could it be that Lancelot mistakenly thought my potato chips were something precious?

This is really quite speechless...

But it's fine, anyway, it's too complicated to explain, so I might as well let her guess it herself.

Kiana shook her head and said, "I made this myself, don't worry. I have a special method for making it, it's not particularly valuable at all."

Kiana is very familiar with this food; you could say she has mastered its taste to an extreme degree.

"Oh? Can I have another one to try?" Lancelot rubbed his hands together excitedly and asked expectantly.

"certainly."

Kiana nodded in agreement.

Kiana then took out a bag of potato chips from her system inventory.

"Why don't you try these potato chips first!"

"it is good!"

Lancelot took the potato chips, tore them open, took a bite, chewed for a few seconds, and then frowned.

"How is it? How does it taste?" Kiana asked expectantly, staring intently at Lancelot.

"Hmm~ The taste is alright, it's just a bit salty, but the flavor is fantastic, these chips are really great," Lancelot praised.

"Haha, eat as much as you like. Okay, enough chatting, let's go?"

Kiana didn't want to explain what potato chips were or why she made them.

After all, the more you talk about these things, the easier it is to make mistakes.

If Lancelot senses something is amiss, I'll have to come up with another excuse to fool him.

That would make you seem boring and uninteresting.

It will also damage his reputation within King Arthur's camp.

So, it's best to avoid doing anything outlandish...

Kiana exhaled a breath, then reached out her hand to Lancelot.

"What?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I just wanted to hold your hand and take you back. If you don't like it, then forget it."

Kiana smiled.

Upon hearing her words, Lancelot paused for a moment, then a look of displeasure and embarrassment immediately appeared on his face.

Damn it! Do I look that weak?

You actually treated me like a little sister?

For a moment, Lancelot felt that his identity as a knight had been severely disregarded.

However, he couldn't say anything, so he could only puff out his cheeks and follow Kiana slowly forward.

The lush green forests were gradually replaced by dilapidated houses.

Before the dilapidated wooden fence, groups of ragged, emaciated abandoned people waited.

In front of them stood dozens of Vikings, poorly equipped and savage, but exceptionally strong.

They have already told these outcasts that they have switched allegiance and followed Kiana.

So now, the object of loyalty for these outcasts has become a traveler who traverses countless worlds.

"Chief, everyone has assembled. If you find it troublesome, we can..."

They abandoned the elderly and children.

Upon seeing Kiana's arrival, the Vikings immediately displayed a respectful attitude.

They all stepped forward to attend to Kiana, even pushing Lancelot aside.

"Old people and children? What have they done to you?"

Kiana frowned as she stared at the strong and savage Vikings.

"Uh..."

When she questioned them like that, the Vikings were somewhat at a loss for words.

Seeing the atmosphere getting a bit tense, Lancelot pushed his way through the crowd and explained, "Because strong adults are the most useful, while the elderly and children... are only a burden under difficult conditions."

Kiana shook her head silently upon hearing this.

"That's really cruel..."

After she finished speaking, she slowly walked forward and stopped in front of the refugees.

The refugees stared at her, their cloudy eyes revealing helplessness and fear.

They knew they couldn't escape...

I have been abandoned.

She could only rely on the strength of a woman to protect herself and the place where she lived.

"I know you are afraid of me, but there is no need to be. I am not one to abandon others easily. While I cannot protect you forever, I can introduce you to a worthy monarch."

Kiana spoke slowly, and although her voice was very calm, her words shocked all the refugees.

"Is there anyone in this world who can save us? We are the forgotten people, we have no hope, no hope at all."

"Yes, you all have no hope left, only I can save you, so I hope you can believe in me."

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes, I need your trust. Remember, from this day forward, your fates will be intertwined with hers."

"Her? My lord, what exactly are you referring to...?"

"No need to ask any more questions, just follow us."

As Kiana finished speaking, the refugees fell into deep thought.

"If you don't get a reply, then we'll take that as your agreement, okay?" Kiana looked at everyone and said slowly.

"Please take us with you, sir!"

"Yes, this is the only way we can know our own destiny. We must understand our destiny; otherwise, even if we live in this world, we won't know what our fate will be!"

The many refugees spoke passionately, seemingly deeply interested in their own fate.

"Okay, very good." Kiana smiled slightly.

"Sir, how should we address you?" The refugees followed Kiana slowly, asking in hushed tones.

"My name is Kiana, you can just call me Kiana," Kiana said with a smile.

"Yes, Lady Kiana, where are you planning to go next?"

"Now? We have to go home. Oh, right, there's some food here. Eat up, you must be starving!"

Kiana said, taking out bag after bag of bread from her system space.

Because she had exchanged a lot of bread, she didn't have to worry about not being able to feed the refugees.

When the disaster victims saw that so many loaves of bread had suddenly appeared on the ground, they were stunned for a moment, and then they began to scramble for the bread and were moved to tears.

"Thank you, sir!"

"Thank you so much, sir! You are so kind!"

They knelt on the ground and worshipped Kiana repeatedly, as if they were worshipping a god.

Kiana felt a pang of sadness looking at the state of these disaster victims.

She turned and gestured to Lancelot.

Then, Lancelot produced a piece of bread from somewhere and handed it to the disaster victim.

Upon seeing this, the disaster victims gratefully accepted the bread that Lancelot offered.

"Thank you, sir!"

"Thanks!"

The disaster victims bowed to Lancelot with deep gratitude, and then they tore off the bread wrappers and devoured the bread.

Seeing this, Kiana didn't stop them, but stood there quietly watching.

Seeing this, Lancelot couldn't help but wonder. He felt that Kiana's behavior was a bit strange and wondered what she was up to.