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The two were young men, but now they have become old.

Recalling that Britain had always lost battles in the past few years, Artoria advised:

"Arthur, Britain is always losing wars now, and even horse breeders may not be safe. Why not find a place to be an apprentice while you are still young? Learn some skills, save some money, marry a wife and live a good life. It is better than staying in the army."

Arthur heard this and said:

"Altria, I heard that Duke Goroas has feelings for you."

Altria's beauty was well-known in the dukedom, and Arthur had also heard that Duke Goroas coveted Altria. His relationship with Altria was not that of a lover, but it was better than that. As a former partner, Arthur regarded Altria as his own family member and sister, so he would not allow the despicable Duke Goroas to tarnish his sister's innocence.

So, he made a decision.

"Altria, I want to kill Duke Goroas."

"Arthur, don't do anything stupid!"

"I'm awake!"

Arthur said firmly:

"I can endure humiliation, but I cannot watch the most important person being bullied. I am ready. Tomorrow night I will sneak into the Duke of Goroas' bedroom, pierce his chest with a dagger, and then cut off his sinful head. I will never let you be defiled by this shameless guy!"

Altria wanted to persuade him again, but Arthur had made up his mind. Under Altria's worried eyes, the boy named Arthur resolutely chose to become the criminal who assassinated the nobles for the sake of his sister.

So, after a night of fear, Altria saw Arthur coming to the stable with a human head.

"Did you kill Duke Goroas?"

"No." Arthur shook his head.

"Whose head is this?"

"How should I know? I saw this man walk into the Duke's bedroom and entangled with the Duchess, so I thought he was the Duke of Goreas. So I killed him under the cover of night, cut off his head, and escaped amid the panic of the crowd. I wanted to give you the head of the Duke of Goreas to vent my anger, but I didn't expect to find out when I arrived at the door of the stable that this guy was not the Duke of Goreas at all." Arthur was also distressed when looking at the head in his hand.

"But, since he was able to enter the Duke of Goloyas' bedroom, this person must be a noble! If you kill a noble now, the whole of Britain will not be able to accommodate you. Run away quickly!" As Altria spoke, she took out a few gold coins from her arms. These were the savings she had accumulated over the years in the Duke's manor.

Facing his sister's gift, Arthur shook his head and said:

"I don't need this."

"But without money, how can you escape?"

"I still have a way out. Just because Celtic Britain can't tolerate me doesn't mean that everyone can't tolerate me. Although I don't know who the head in my hand belongs to, just because he is a noble, he will definitely be the target of a bounty from the enemy country."

"Enemy country? Arthur, do you want to surrender to the Germans?"

"Altria, do I have any other way to survive now except to join the barbarians? I will rely on this head to join the barbarian army and kill Duke Goroas on the battlefield. I will never let you be bullied by anyone! Believe me!" Arthur said firmly:

"I want to ask you for one thing. Can you give me a name? Arthur is a typical Celtic name. I need a name that fits the style of the Germanic barbarians. Only in this way can I better integrate into the barbarian army and have a chance to kill Duke Goroas on the battlefield."

Looking at Arthur's determined eyes, Altria finally agreed to his request.

"What do you think of the name Saxon? It's the name of the white dragon king in the legend. It's very heroic!"

"Saxon? That's a good name."

Before leaving, Arthur gave another instruction:

"Altria, from today on, don't mention me in front of anyone, and don't let anyone know about me. I don't want you to have anything to do with me. I don't want you to be implicated by me. I just hope you can find someone you love and live a happy life. Promise me to be an ordinary girl, okay?"

Altria nodded upon hearing this.

So, with a new name and an unknown head, Arthur, a Celt, left the Duke's manor and Celtic Britain and embarked on the road to join the barbarians.

Looking at Arthur's departing back, Altria knew that she would have to say goodbye to the boy named Arthur from then on.

But at that time she had not anticipated one thing, that is, in British legends, there are not only white dragons known as Saxons, but also red dragons.

And the red dragon and the white dragon...

Destined to be mortal enemies!

A few days later, the truth came to light.

The man killed by Arthur was indeed a British nobleman, but the identity of this nobleman was much more valuable than Altria and Arthur had imagined.

The person killed by Arthur was actually the current King of Britain, Uther!

Faced with the relentless pressure from the northern barbarians, the Celtic king, instead of thinking about how to govern the country and resist foreign enemies, actually had the leisure to run to the home of one of his most important ministers and have an affair with the wife of the Duke of Goreath!

Because it was an affair, in order to save his face, King Uther used means to drive away the heavily guarded guards in the Duke's mansion, which gave Arthur the opportunity to assassinate. So in the Duke of Gorras's manor, King Uther, as a king, was beheaded by a civilian. It was really ridiculous!

Chapter 196: The Road to the Knight King (Part )

After King Uther died, the people of the dukedom finally understood why Duke Goroas had been staring at his maid all day long instead of being intimate with his wife. It turned out that his wife had been requisitioned by the king, so he had to vent his desires on the maid.

As a result, the whole of Britain did not feel sad because of the king's death. All the citizens were talking about the king's love affairs and began to mock the green hat on the Duke of Golgotha's head. And people of insight were deeply saddened by the current situation in Britain.

A country where the king does not do his job but spends all day visiting his ministers' bedrooms. And a country where the most important minister does not think about serving the country but spends all day staring at his maid, this kind of Britain is doomed no matter how you look at it!

Moreover, seeing such a big thing happening in Britain, the Germanic barbarians in the north expressed their willingness to add fuel to the chaos. A soldier named Saxon in the barbarian army claimed that he had killed King Uther. With King Uther's head, he was appreciated by the barbarian king and became his adopted son.

Under his leadership, the Germanic army launched a southern expedition and defeated the leaderless Britain in one battle. On the battlefield, the newly promoted Germanic prince was unstoppable and dared to charge at the massive army with only a spear. Moreover, he was very charismatic and easily surrendered a large number of Celtic troops, making the Germanic barbarians even more unstoppable.

It was also at this most critical moment that Merlin, the greatest magician in Britain, returned to the castle. He brought a sword embedded in the stone and declared that anyone who could pull out the sword would become the king of Britain.

"Britain needs a king now!"

In the majestic castle and the magnificent palace, the great magician Merlin stood high above and announced to the nobles from all over Britain. However, facing Merlin's impassioned speech, the nobles were very indifferent. It was because all the nobles present knew that Britain was now a broken ship, and no matter how good the captain was, it would be difficult to change its fate of sinking.

Instead of thinking about becoming the king and turning the tide, it is better to take the opportunity to secretly build good relations with the northern barbarians. Although the Angles and Celts have deep hatred for each other, the nobles of both sides have often been related by marriage. Fighting for their own nationality is a foolish act that only the untouchables can do. The bloodline between the nobles has long surpassed the national barriers. You are in me and I am in you.

But if they become king, not only their fate, but also the fate of their family will be tied to Britain. If Britain perishes, not only the person who becomes king, but also the entire family will be buried with Britain. Which is better, the wise nobles naturally know how to choose.

So, even though no magic was performed, the sword embedded in the stone seemed to carry a heavy burden. No one was willing to pull out the sword, simply because no one was willing to shoulder the responsibility of a king and perish with the country.

The sword in the stone still stands there quietly, waiting for its true owner.

Just as the nobles were trying to shirk their responsibilities, the barbarians in the north launched another attack, and this time the focus of their attack was the duchy commanded by Duke Goroas.

Even though the Duke of Goreas made all kinds of compromises, the Saxon prince, the commander of the barbarians, still continued to attack the Duke of Goreas's territory. The war also spread to the heartland of Britain along with the barbarian army.

Is this war?

As the maid of Duke Goroas, Artoria also went to the battlefield under the order of the Duke. However, as a maid, she did not go to the battlefield because of her superb swordsmanship. Her main job was to carry corpses on the city wall.

The barbarian army surrounded the Duke of Goroas's castle in layers, and various siege weapons launched fierce attacks day and night. The Saxon prince seemed to have a grudge against the Duke of Goroas, and the barbarian army rushed up the castle walls fearlessly. In just one day, the walls were filled with corpses.

Some of these corpses belonged to Celts, some to Germans, and some were Gaul mercenaries; some Celts wore barbarian armor, and some Germans wore British armor. Everyone was killing each other. Life was so worthless in the mud of war.

Artoria walked up the high wall carefully in the rain of arrows and carried the body of a German. He looked very young, with beautiful short blond hair and a handsome appearance, but he had lost his life in the ravages of war. His mouth was open, his eyes were bulging, his tongue was stretched out, and he lay on the wall like a dead fish.

Altria took his body down from the wall and stripped off his armor. On the battlefield, armor was an extremely valuable strategic material. Altria's mission was to strip the armor off these bodies and leave it for the soldiers to use.

This job is disgusting, because the blood on the corpses is very dirty, and most of these soldiers who have become corpses have not taken a bath for a long time, and they always have a strong stench. But for Altria, who came from a poor family, this is not a difficult job, it can only be said to be a hard job.

In short, Altria did a good job, but her personal excellence was not enough to reverse the tide of the war. Under the attack of the barbarian army, a dukedom was not worth mentioning. In just three days, the barbarian army broke into the castle and killed all the family members of Duke Goroas. The Goroas family, which was once invincible in the dukedom, disappeared in the face of war, just like the countless untouchables whose families were destroyed in the face of war.

The Goroas family was destroyed, and Altria was no longer a maid. She needed to find a new job and start a new life. But before starting a new life, she still needed to overcome another difficult hurdle in her life.

Walking on the streets filled with corpses, Artoria carefully avoided the search of the barbarian soldiers.

Because the siege was too difficult, after the castle was breached, the barbarian Saxon prince allowed the barbarian army to plunder the surrounding towns. For a time, the Dukedom of Goroas became a living hell.

Next to Altria is a bakery. Altria knows the owner of the bakery because she used to steal bread here when she was a wanderer. She was once beaten by the owner for stealing bread.

Now, facing the barbarian army, the boss no longer had the arrogance he had when he beat Altria. He protected his wife and daughter behind him and begged the barbarian soldiers in front of him:

"Officer, please let my family go! You can take my savings and bread. I only ask you to let my wife and children go."

The only response to the boss's request was the scornful laughter of the barbarian soldiers. They had experienced life and death on the battlefield and finally won the victory, so they naturally needed a woman to vent. The purpose of their coming here was the woman, so how could they let go of the boss's wife and children?

Just when the bakery owner was in despair, Artoria suddenly rushed in through the window, knocked down a barbarian soldier like a golden lightning, and then took away the sword from the soldier's hand. After a long period of training, Artoria's martial arts were comparable to the best knights. The sword in her hand was like a dragon, and she easily dealt with the other three looting soldiers.

Seeing the enemy being defeated, the bakery owner immediately expressed gratitude to Altria. However, when he saw Altria's long golden hair, the owner and his family were stunned.

Blonde hair, she is also a barbarian!

"What are you standing there for? Run for your life!"

After hearing Altria's reminder, the boss immediately fled home with his wife and children and fled far away. Altria looked at the barbarian army gathering in front of her and could only smile bitterly:

"I stole your bread so many times before, this time I will pay you back with my life!"

But in the end, Artoria did not die because one person stopped the barbarian army's attack when they were about to attack.

He is Arthur.

No, his current identity should be the adopted son of the Barbarian King, the Saxon Prince.

No one could have imagined that King Uther’s head was so valuable, just as no one could have imagined that King Uther had once cuckolded the Barbarian King.

The Barbarian King hated King Uther to the core because his only son was actually King Uther's blood. So when Arthur came to the Barbarian King with King Uther's head, the Barbarian King felt that Arthur, as a Celtic, was closer to him than his own son, and immediately adopted him as his adopted son.

This is the relationship between medieval nobles, chaotic, absurd, ridiculous, and funny. You can never imagine whether anyone is related to anyone, just like you can never guarantee that your daughter's daughter is also your daughter.

After meeting again, Saxon swept away the haze of the past and became more confident and sunny than ever before. He showed off his tall horse and sturdy armor to Artoria, and threw the head of Duke Goroas in front of Artoria, telling her that the reason he attacked here was just to kill this bastard and protect her sister.

Facing such a Saxon, Altria's attitude was very cold. Recalling the previous wars and deaths, Altria felt that the Saxon in front of her was so strange. Obviously, he had Celtic blood flowing in his body, but Altria felt that he was more barbaric than any Germanic man, just because he had a hatred for Britain that surpassed anyone else.

"Altria, come with me to the north?" Saxon said:

"You are a Germanic Angle. The golden hair on your head is proof of your bloodline. The north is your true home. Come back with me, and I will make you a noble. Of course, if you wish, I can make you my princess."

Facing Saxon's sincerity, Artoria shook her head and said:

"I don't want to be a noble, I don't want to be a princess, I only ask one thing of you. Arthur, can you go back to being the knight you once were?"

"knight?"

When Saxon heard Altria's request, he was stunned for a moment, then he laughed.

He laughed so crazily and so pathetically.

"I once dreamed of becoming a knight. I fought hard for it. Do you know what I experienced on the battlefield? I slept among the dead. I was awakened by the stench of blood. I lay in ambush for three days and three nights to kill a lone knight. I didn't eat or sleep. I fought hard to defeat my opponent."

"But what's the result? What's the result?"

"My captured armor was stolen, my achievements were replaced, I fought like a madman, and the British nobles treated me like a fool."

Facing the most important person in his life, Saxon vented his inner dissatisfaction:

“What kind of world is this!”

"Just because I'm not a noble, I have no power or influence. In the army, I have to endure all kinds of bullying and be trampled on like a dog. I've had enough! From the day I was trampled underfoot, I gave up my dreams and dignity. I want to climb up, by any means necessary."

"I know that the Barbarian King adopted me as his son just to use me, but I don't care! I fawned on the Barbarian King like a dog. I abandoned my nation, country, dignity, honor, and everything about myself as a human being. Finally, now I have everything again. Although I am not a knight, I can make anyone a knight, even if that person is lazy and doesn't know how to grow crops."

"Altria, face reality! The so-called chivalry only exists in the songs of bards. In reality, knights are essentially just dogs beside the king!"

"When I understood this, I secretly swore that I would become the king! I would kill all the sinful Britannia on the battlefield and throw all those who looked down on me into hell. Then, I would rely on my military exploits to force the Barbarian King to pass the throne to me. I would become the supreme ruler of this land!"

"Abandon those childish and ridiculous chivalry fantasies and come with me. I will share everything I have with you, whether it is power or honor, and you will rule this land with me."

Saxon sincerely invited Artoria to become the king of this land with him, but Artoria shook her head and said:

"I don't ask you to extinguish your hatred for Britain, nor do I need the power and glory of the nobles. I just hope you can stop the killing. I don't care how many nobles you kill, but the people of Britain are innocent. As long as you can guarantee the safety of the people, I can give everything I have. Even loyalty and love."

Facing Altria's request, Saxon hesitated. After a moment of silence, he finally shook his head and said:

"I can't promise you that."

Altria was silent.

"These barbarian soldiers chose to follow me just to rob me of money, food and women. If I can't meet their demands, they won't recognize me as a prince of a foreign race. I can't give up everything I have worked so hard to get just for your ideals."

Altria knew Saxon's choice and could understand his choice.

But at the same time, she also has her own choices and persistence.

"I once met a young man who brought me hope when I was most desperate. I used to think I was as humble as an ant, but he told me that a lowly life can also be noble because of morality, and a blond barbarian can also become a recognized knight."

"From that day on, I dreamed of becoming a knight, a knight who upholds the spirit of chivalry. Even though I know that such behavior is stupid, there should be such stupid people in this world. Because I was saved by a stupid knight, he made me know that even in a dark world, there is still light."

Facing Saxon, Altria smiled and said:

"Maybe he has taken a different path, but that doesn't mean his previous path was wrong. Today, I will inherit his name and follow his path. Not to change the world, but just to let the people of this world know that true knights exist!"

Altria said goodbye to the young girl she once was and set out on the road to the capital. Along the way, she saw more wars and more bullying, and knew how bumpy the road of a knight was. But the more she saw it, the more determined she became, just because she wanted to prove to the world, and to one person, that the spirit of a knight was always there.

It is like a star, in the distant starry sky.

It seems out of reach, but as long as you are willing to pursue it, you will reach it one day.