The Infinite Journey of a Certain Flame

There were two others before him, but those two chose to betray him immediately after gaining his initial trust.

Although it caused some trouble, it was quickly defeated by itself and a just verdict was delivered.

If this is the same, then it seems we need to prepare quickly.

However, Kiana's response to Artoria's concerns was quite decisive:

"It doesn't seem like it."

"why?"

"Because this guy is more sincere than the previous two; at least he used something he likes to express his loyalty to you."

Kiana's statement makes a lot of sense.

At least this guy didn't come empty-handed. Compared to those two guys who talked big but then took advantage of the situation, he was practically too sincere.

"That seems to be true... So, should I accept these treasures or not?"

"The suggestion here is still..."

"Take it. If you're too honest, the other person might think they're being ostracized."

Kiana's analysis was quite reasonable, with almost no flaws.

Therefore, Artoria did not raise any objections.

She nodded and said, "Then let's get ready to welcome this friend into the cause of unification."

...

"Please hand the box over to your master. It is your honor and your mission."

These are gifts from your lord, and their value is greater than your lives.

You must remember that in your hearts, King Arthur's power is invincible.

In your hearts, your lord is God.

The life and death of everyone in this castle are in the lord's hands. You just need to do as he tells you, and you won't go wrong.

Of course, if anyone dares to defy the lord's orders or disobey his instructions, then your fate will be similar to that of the wealth you possess.

Do you understand?

Shelley's voice once again reached the ears of everyone around.

The guards all looked terrified.

They all nodded.

They certainly understood what Shelley meant.

In this world, as long as there is power, no one dares to disobey their orders.

Their identities are the best evidence.

A look of satisfaction appeared on Shelley's face, and he continued:

"I believe your owners will be very happy the moment they receive this gift."

Moreover, I can tell you that our lord has a very good character. He has never liked killing and will never harm innocent humans.

So all you need to do is obediently follow his orders, and he will make you live a happy life.

This is also your honor.

Upon hearing Shelley's words, the guards all breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as they can return to their tribe safely, they can live a peaceful and ordinary life.

For them, living to old age is enough.

They were not greedy or extravagant; they only hoped to enjoy life to the fullest, rather than fight desperately in war.

Seeing this scene, the blonde girl standing by the battlements couldn't help but shake her head.

Although the leader's words sounded nice, his arrogant expression and domineering attitude revealed his true colors.

Such a person doesn't deserve the title of 'noble' or 'great' at all.

"You can get out of here." Shelley glanced indifferently at the guards in front of her.

Yes, it's because of us, but because of him.

The guards agreed and then turned and slowly walked towards the foot of the city wall.

Sherrell's lips curled up slightly, revealing a disdainful smile.

It seems this so-called King Arthur is nothing special; he can't even train his few dogs properly!

Haha, it seems it wasn't because she was so powerful that she was able to take care of those guys.

It's not because the guys he fought were all such useless trash.

"I should have brought more people and just pushed them here. What a blustering guy... Heh."

Sheryl lowered her head, and the unruly and greedy spirit within her seemed to be slipping out of control.

He now felt that the so-called King Arthur was nothing special, and next time he would bring his own army to show him who could become the true king of Britain!

Unfortunately, the imagination is beautiful, but the reality is harsh.

Guided by the incompetent town guards, Shelley slowly entered the city.

Upon entering the city, he felt a sense of sudden enlightenment.

The city was not as chaotic and impoverished as one might imagine; on the contrary, it was quite lively and prosperous, with various shops lining the streets and caravans constantly coming and going.

The streets were lined with all sorts of exquisite shops, and the dazzling array of goods caught Shelley's eye, stirring a surge of excitement within him.

He wanted to go on a big shopping spree and buy some things he liked.

But at that moment, he suddenly felt that several burly men were blocking his way a hundred meters in front of him.

Sherrele frowned as she looked at the group of people.

The burly men were dressed differently from people from other places; they wore silver-white armor and looked very imposing.

Moreover, the skin not covered by those crude armors was engraved with strange patterns that shimmered dazzlingly in the sunlight.

Upon seeing that scene, Shelley's eyes narrowed instantly.

He had seen the patterns of these runes somewhere before.

That was the equipment used by powerful figures he had seen before.

Unfortunately, the equipment had already disappeared when he left Britain. He never expected to see it in this city. No wonder he hadn't noticed them earlier.

But what's with these unusual armor designs? Which army did they belong to?

Sherrell looked at the few people blocking his way, his mind racing.

He quickly realized that these people in front of him were the infamous Viking pirates!

That was a pirate crew renowned throughout Europe. Their crew consisted of elite pirates, and their strength was formidable. Even the most powerful nobles would be intimidated by them.

He's someone you should give way to; he's arguably one of the most dangerous people in the city.

This is the territory controlled by King Arthur, so how did they get here?

As he thought about it, his eyes gradually narrowed.

"Could it be that this so-called King Arthur is actually a puppet supported by the Viking pirates?!"

"Oh, so you've been here all along?"

Just as Shelley was lost in thought, a pretty white-haired girl slowly appeared between the pirates and them.

The girl wore a white and red cloak, the colors of which resembled the afterglow of twilight, making her appear as majestic as a god.

The crown atop her high ponytail added a touch of royal elegance to her appearance.

She wore a faint smile, like the winter sun.

She exuded a powerful aura that was impossible to ignore, making Shelley feel a sense of oppression.

It felt like facing an emperor.

He could even sense that the girl in front of him could kill him at any moment!

But he didn't even have the ability to fight back.

The feeling of being easily crushed to death is absolutely awful.

Sheryl couldn't help but feel secretly relieved.

Fortunately, he changed his plans in time and did not lead his troops to attack directly; otherwise, if he had faced such a figure... he would probably have been crippled or killed.

So she is the famous King Arthur?

"leader!"

"I'm happy to serve you. What are your orders, Chief?"

"My great axe is itching for action! Which coward will it take us to slay this time, Chief?"

The cheers of the Vikings seemed to have answered the question in Shelley's heart.

Judging from the attitude of these barbarians, they seemed to respect this young woman quite a bit...

They were actually able to tame the Vikings and use them for their own purposes...

At this moment, Shelley no longer dared to underestimate this place and hurriedly stepped forward to greet them.

"What an amazing skill, King Arthur!"

"What?"

Looking at the man who was trying to get close to her, Kiana tilted her head and scratched her head in confusion, wondering why he would call her King Arthur.

Chapter Twenty: You're Asking Me Just How Strong I Am

"I think you may have mistaken me for someone else, a guest who has come from afar."

Kiana turned around and looked at the powerful Snow Wolf Clan Chief in front of her.

The other party had an outstanding temperament, giving people the feeling of being as cold and dangerous as the dire wolf in their family crest.