The Infinite Journey of a Certain Flame

The teacup is black and looks like it's made of wood.

Lancelot picked up his teacup and took a small sip. He wasn't particularly interested in the tea, but the leaves smelled quite fragrant.

The tea leaves were just picked by Kiana.

Although the tea leaves were freshly picked, Lancelot still thoroughly enjoyed them.

"Hmm, this tastes pretty good. Maybe it's because the chips she gave me were so delicious? Next time I see her, I'll ask her for some more, burp!..."

Lancelot hiccuped, his eyes slowly becoming a little blurry, but he wasn't asleep yet, so he looked away from his teacup.

Looking at the words on the teacup, Lancelot suddenly felt a strange sensation.

"These letters... they look so familiar..."

Lancelot tried hard to recall any letters he had ever encountered before. He remembered where he had seen them before, but his mind was blank, and he couldn't recall what they represented at all.

"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. I'll rest for a while first; I'm so sleepy right now."

Lancelot yawned, closed his eyes, and prepared to take a nap.

But just then, there was a knock on the door.

The sudden knocking startled Lancelot.

Who is it?!

"it's me."

As Lancelot asked the question, a white-haired girl slowly pushed open the door and entered.

She had a head of snow-white hair and was wearing a gorgeous and stylish long robe.

She has a face almost identical to Artoria's, but her temperament is completely different.

"You are... Queen Morgan!"

"Looks like you still remember me? How are you getting used to how I look now?"

Upon hearing this, Lancelot suddenly woke up.

I never expected this woman to come here in person.

What exactly does she want to do?

Lancelot frowned slightly, but he quickly dismissed his doubts and smiled.

"Of course. There's probably no one in the world more suited to this pose than me. This outfit is truly beautiful, suits me perfectly, and my body is suited to it. This is my dream!"

Lancelot stood up and bowed to Queen Morgan.

"I've come here to tell you something. I've made my decision; I can help you build a new nation. Your kingdom will become one of the most powerful kingdoms on this continent."

Upon hearing this, Lancelot was startled.

He never expected that Queen Morgan would offer him help in building a kingdom.

It's important to understand that their current population is only around four or five thousand people. If they were to build a large city on such a small piece of land, it would require enormous financial and material resources, and there's no guarantee that it would be effective.

However, with the support of Queen Morgan, the situation would be different.

But why would she suddenly decide to sponsor me?

"I'm not entirely sure of your thoughts, Your Majesty."

"It's very simple."

In response to Lancelot's question, Morgan sneered, "I can't wait to see the look in her eyes when she fails miserably just before she gets what she wants."

"Uh, well... okay."

Although Lancelot was quite resistant inside, a voice in her mind compelled her not to disobey Morgan.

Thus, a previously unknown supporter suddenly appeared on Artoria's path to unifying Britain...

Chapter Nineteen: So you are the famous King Arthur!

The town gates slowly opened, and the small group of visitors looked rather insignificant in front of the renovated, towering city walls.

The guards responsible for opening the city gate slowly stepped forward and stood at attention in front of the visitors.

"Welcome, Your Majesty King Arthur greets you all."

Looking at these town guards in front of me, whose equipment wasn't great but whose demeanor was quite outstanding.

Among that small group of visitors, the bejeweled knight at the head silently suppressed his arrogance.

His name was Shelley, and he was the lord of the nearby territory.

I came here to pay my respects because I heard that a powerful new lord had risen to power here.

The lord here is said to have proclaimed himself King Arthur, wielding the sword in the stone, and boasted that he would eventually become the king of the underworld.

His attitude was extremely arrogant; none of the nearby lords dared to speak so recklessly.

However, it must be admitted that this lord was not only eloquent.

At least since she annexed this territory, she has won almost every war she desired.

For lords of good character and excellent reputation, she will generously ask if they are willing to join her and swear allegiance to her.

As for those notorious and infamous rogue lords, he said he would, wielding the Xuanwang Sword, loudly recite the words of judgment.

After the other party expressed remorse, he personally cut off their head and swore to uphold justice.

"A terrifying guy... He's either a madman or a true king."

Sherrell slowly waved his hand, signaling his men to bring a double...

They carried over the large box they had been holding.

"I wish to extend my goodwill to King Arthur; this is my gift. I hope we can live in peace every day."

The men then opened the box, revealing the gold and silver jewelry inside.

The dazzling light instantly attracted the attention of everyone present.

"This is my token of sincerity to your lord." Sherrell handed the box to one of his men, gesturing for him to give it to the group of guards.

A message of praise was also included.

King Arthur, you are the supreme ruler of this land. You should know my identity and everything I have done for this land.

I don't know how to describe my admiration for you. But nothing that happens on this land can diminish your brilliance and might. In this world, only you deserve to possess it.

Our Snow Wolf family is the most noble race on this land, and your heroic deeds are the greatest actions on this land.

On this land, no one can disobey your orders. Your orders are the glory and hope of the entire Snow Wolf Clan.

King Arthur, your glory illuminates this land; in my heart, you will always be a hero. Forever!!!

The gratitude of our Snow Wolf family to you is like a never-ending, surging river.

After Shelley's men finished reciting, they officially handed over the box. The guards took the box and were thrilled to see the mountain of wealth inside.

This is all money! They've never seen so much money in their lives.

The Snow Wolf Clan is the overlord of this land, and their wealth is naturally considerable, even surpassing that of ordinary nobles. However, he had never witnessed such a massive accumulation of wealth before.

He really learned a lot this time.

He reached out and gently stroked the gleaming gold coins, a smile of excitement spreading across his face.

His eyes were fixed on the gold coins in the box, as if they were already his.

The dementia of these minor characters caused discomfort and contempt among some people.

Sherrell's gaze fell on the two guards carrying suitcases.

"Who are you people? This belongs to your lord. What right do you have to look at it?"

Sherrell spoke in a cold voice, his words carrying a threatening tone, a characteristic attitude of the Snow Wolf Clan leader towards outsiders.

The guards carrying the suitcases ignored Shelley's words.

"I'm asking you a question. Get out of here now. Take the things to your master, or else... hah."

Shelley's eyebrows furrowed, and his expression darkened.

"this..."

It wasn't until they were threatened that those incompetent guards finally realized just how far they had gone in their actions.

The servant dared to touch the gift that someone else had given to the leader...

If this happened anywhere else, it wouldn't be surprising if someone chopped off their hand!

Fortunately, the merciful King Arthur probably won't hold us accountable...

With this thought in mind, the guards all turned around and looked at the crenellations above the city gate.

At this moment, a blonde, blue-eyed girl, draped in a heavy cloak, gazed at everything happening below the city.

She had a head of beautiful golden hair that shone with a golden glow in the sunlight.

She was an extremely beautiful young girl, 1.75 meters tall, with a curvaceous figure, fair and delicate skin, and a pair of bright blue eyes that sparkled with intelligence.

She watched the people carrying suitcases silently, her eyes unblinking.

In fact, she had no interest in the gold and jewels in that box.

Although these things symbolize wealth and luxury.

But as a knight king, she would never covet these material possessions.

In contrast, she was more interested in this adversary who had come to surrender.

Kiana.

Artoria softly called to the white-haired girl beside her.

Upon hearing her call, Kiana, who was observing the Snow Wolf Clan Chief, turned around.

"what happened?"

"If I remember correctly, this is the third lord to come and surrender. Do you think he might betray me like the previous two?"

Yes, Shelley was not the first lord to come and surrender.