Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

In addition, Samael vaguely remembered that the name Morgan le Fay had supernatural connotations related to goddesses and fairies, so it was rumored that Morgan also had a goddess and fairy side.

Moreover, in Scotland and England, there are legends of evil fairies stealing and abandoning children, as well as stories of kind fairies taking the initiative to help raise babies for humans.

Kind-hearted people are often called "little fairies" or "little fairy girls".

For example, Lancelot, the Knight of the Lake, is said to be a human baby raised by a kind fairy.

In short, Morgan's existence is much like that of a fairy godmother in later fairy tales, who takes the place of mortal parents, raises special children, and teaches them skills.

Driven by a desire to prove himself and reclaim the power that rightfully belonged to him, Morgan also intended to cultivate them into his right-hand men.

Unfortunately, all four of his sons who had completed their apprenticeship sided with the Knight King.

After all, from a practical standpoint, their family and their bloodline both needed to be subservient to the monarchy, not to an abandoned witch.

However, before the conflict between Morgan and Artoria escalated completely, the four Knights of the Round Table still maintained a basic level of respect for Morgan, their "mother."

Therefore, the four Knights of the Round Table naturally harbored considerable hostility towards this suddenly appearing "old father."

Am I now considered to have been promoted to "Godfather"?

Having understood the whole story, Samael was both amused and exasperated.

As they talked, one dish after another was served. Morgan noticed that Samael didn't seem to care about her so-called adopted sons and was preparing to sample the British food with great interest. The little unease in the witch's heart quietly eased.

However, Samael, who was saving his appetite for a feast at the royal banquet, had his expression change repeatedly when he saw the various "food" dishes laid out on the table.

It must be said that he seriously overestimated the state of British court cuisine around the 5th century AD.

As for meat, there is a wide variety, including geese, rabbits, suckling pigs, larks, doves, ducks, and more.

However, since spices were once as precious as gold, it was considered good enough to sprinkle some local parsley leaves and salt on top. Expecting to recreate the taste of later generations was simply a pipe dream.

Since the Knight King's triumphant return, the Round Table has taken over the defense and catering of the entire palace.

The food prepared by these rough soldiers had basically the same characteristics: it was easy to eat and store, plentiful and filling, and as long as it was edible, that was enough.

Therefore, after a few cuts, some pieces develop carbonized layers resembling crocodile skin, while others remain half-cooked and still have traces of blood.

What's even more outrageous is that there are hearty dishes like black pudding that are popular here.

Note that this is not the kind of dessert pudding. The main ingredient is animal blood. The method is to mix animal blood with oats, salt, and spices, wrap it in some materials such as pudding or sausage casings, and then boil it in water.

Upon opening the packaging, the lingering fishy smell and the dark color made Samael hesitate.

During a march, even a simple and convenient stew won't taste much better.

Taking a wild rabbit as an example, skin the rabbit and remove the meat from the bones. Cut the meat into chunks and boil it in a pot with the blood, then remove it and place it in cold water. You can add chopped onions, parsley, or other spices to the broth and bring it to a boil again. Add the washed meat and bones back to the broth and bring it to a boil once more. Serve.

While seafood is available, the ingredients prepared for large-scale banquets are unlikely to be freshly caught fish. They are often smoked or salted, which greatly diminishes the taste.

Yes, it also has a distinctive odor from the pickling process, which is torture for Samael, who has a sensitive sense of smell.

As for vegetables...

Although it seems that due to the travels of the feathered serpent god Kukulkan and the global integration during the Covenant War, American ingredients such as potatoes, which should have been introduced to Europe in the 14th or 15th century, also appeared on the dining table.

But there's not much to say, it's just a few things: peas, potatoes, cabbage, etc., and the cooking method is simply to boil them in water. All green things need to be boiled thoroughly...

The prevailing view at the time was that green vegetables were bad and that eating them raw was harmful to health.

Incidentally, eating fruit raw is a common practice, but the traditional way to prepare it is by boiling, making jam, or turning it into fruit wine...

Looking around, the only thing that could be considered edible was freshly baked white bread with some raisins, bacon, and jam. It was barely palatable, but due to the limited cooking techniques, it was still somewhat rough to chew.

This was considered decent treatment; at least they didn't get to eat black bread, and instead, they didn't get to eat pebbles, sand, strips of cloth, sawdust, grass stems, or anything like that.

Suddenly, Samael felt a deep sympathy for the Knight King on the second floor.

One can imagine what kind of life Artoria led in the military, surrounded by this group of Round Table beasts.

If this continues, it's no wonder Wang's stomach is in danger.

Chapter 71: On-site Farewell, Son Laughs

Similarly, the three little ones, Bavanshi, Melusin, and Bagst, after eating a few bites of the delicacies from the royal banquet, would start to wriggle in their throats, their little faces would scrunch up, and their complexions would turn increasingly green, almost as if bile could be squeezed out.

However, under Morgan's watchful gaze, the three of them finally managed not to vomit up the biochemical products in public.

At this moment, the three of them, whose appetites had been spoiled by Samael, realized that their caregiver had unintentionally elevated the quality of their diet by several eras.

Soon, having learned their lesson, the three little ones, no longer daring to eat indiscriminately, tacitly put down their knives and forks, turned their heads in unison, looked at Samael with deep affection, and subconsciously licked their lips.

To be honest, they were missing the simple, unpretentious braised pork their families used to make.

Samael responded with a wry smile, equally unable to bring himself to eat the table full of culinary abominations.

Just as the ancient serpent hesitated, accompanied by the dull thud of armor plates striking each other, the Sun Knight stepped forward, knelt on one knee in the center of the hall, and made a solemn proposal to the Knight King on the second floor.

"My king, this banquet is too dull. I would like to invite one of the warriors present to spar with me in swordsmanship to liven things up for everyone."

But those blue eyes turned unabashedly to Samael's side, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Wow, are you going to have a live "father swearing goodbye to son" moment?

Samael, who was being targeted, was both amused and exasperated.

"Gawain! Do you know what you're doing?!"

Morgan slammed his hand on the table, his face grim, his voice icy, and his gaze toward the Sun Knight hardened with a chilling intensity.

Regardless of winning or losing, this challenge is essentially a demonstration of their attitude towards their godmother's choice of husband.

Moreover, this likely also includes the intention of getting revenge for Artoria and for themselves.

The King of Britain condescended to invite a nobody to join the Round Table, only to be repeatedly refused, which was tantamount to disrespecting the entire Round Table.

Now that this man has become their nominal father, how could the proud knights easily lower their heads?

But as Morgan's adopted son who was sent to the Round Table, such a declaration in public was tantamount to open betrayal and rebellion, which only confirmed the decline of another royal bloodline.

The lords who had been watching the spectacle looked at the witch with a newfound aversion, their last vestiges of fear gone, replaced by mockery and ridicule, and they began to jeer and jeer.

As political creatures, praising the powerful and belittling the weak, kicking someone when they're down, are all standard operating procedures. Few people want to be associated with that princess who was destined to fall from grace.

The surrounding noise and the bone-chilling cold from the side made Gao Wen, kneeling in the center of the hall, feel a chill run down his spine and couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

He didn't mean to go against Morgan's mother, but things had come to this point, and he was in a difficult position, so Gawain had no choice but to bite the bullet and explain.

“Mother, this is merely a friendly exchange of skills between knights. I would like to ask the person even the King praises what makes him so outstanding. Please do not interfere…”

The enraged witch's brow furrowed with murderous intent. Just as she was about to speak, an arm beside her pressed her down.

Immediately, Samael grinned and dropped his knife and fork, abruptly stood up and stepped forward, instantly leaping to Gawain's side.

The ancient snake's lightning-fast movements seemed to convey a strong sense of urgency to the three of them, as if it were trying to escape some terrifying beast lurking in their seats.

The next moment, the fairy girls looked down at the food laid out on the table, which was almost untouched, and immediately understood everything.

I was so sleepy, and someone brought me a pillow. How thoughtful! Gao Wenqing…

Samael looked at the blond handsome man with gentleness and appreciation.

Well then, you'd better accept my reward!

Samael smiled with narrowed eyes and spoke calmly.

"You want to ask me for advice? Sure, as your elder, I'll reluctantly offer to guide you."

His words shocked everyone present, and all were astonished by the man's arrogance.

Gao Wen's expression stiffened slightly, but he did not immediately retaliate. He subconsciously turned his gaze to the second floor.

The knight king on his throne nodded slightly in agreement.

Immediately afterwards, Kai, who had met Samael twice before, stepped out from the side of the Knight King, stood in front of the second-floor railing, and made the formal announcement.

"Since both sides have agreed, this battle is permitted to proceed under the King's witness, but as agreed, only swordsmanship can be used, and ether, sorcery, and special weapons are not allowed."

Gawain nodded, voluntarily handed over the holy sword Cavendish, and untied the Percylek belt from his waist. He then took two standard greatswords from the Knight of the Righteousness, and with great chivalry, let his opponent Samael choose first, giving him a serious reminder.

"My wrist is very strong, I suggest you wear protective gear in case of any unforeseen circumstances."

"What a coincidence, me too. It's best not to fight me with swords."

The ancient snake responded with a smile, casually picked up a weapon, and walked towards the open space. Its leisurely demeanor suggested that it didn't take the duel seriously at all.

Kai shook his head helplessly, turned around and walked back to his original spot, somewhat reluctant to watch what was about to happen.

Well, considering the two drinks we had, this is all I can do to help you.

Anyway, it's not a life-or-death struggle, and it's not like it's three times Gawain during the day. At most, you'll get a beating from that gorilla and break a few bones. Good luck to you.

"Boom!"

However, as soon as Kai took a step, the hall shook violently, and the crystal ceiling above his head swayed wildly.

The marble pillars supporting the palace creaked, and the light inside flickered, as if a major earthquake had just struck the place.

Gao Wen! You muscle-bound bastard! I told you to watch your step, you're just tearing the house down, do you think repairing it doesn't cost money?!

Kai, who instantly foresaw the loss, turned around angrily, veins bulging on his forehead.

But the moment Kai looked down, the accusation that had risen to his throat was immediately swallowed back down.

At this moment, the financial steward's eyes were like those of a dead fish, staring straight ahead, and all his words finally condensed into one sentence.

Holy crap, that's outrageous!

Similarly, as the smoke and dust in the hall gradually dissipated, all the lords, large and small, and even the Knights of the Round Table nearby, were petrified, staring dumbfounded at the sun knight embedded in the pillar, like a mural.

"I told you not to fight me with swords, but you wouldn't listen..."

Amidst the languid murmurs, a slender figure cracked her muscles, stepped across the cracked marble slabs, and tossed a greatsword, now only its hilt remaining, in front of the crowd.

A group of bewildered minds filtered through the entire scene frame by frame, based on their memories.

However, after reviewing the footage dozens of times, the audience members looked on as if they had seen a ghost.

Because in the previous exchange, there was indeed no trace of ether or magic left; it was purely the power originating from the body before him!

Samael was not surprised by this result.

After all, Gawain's physical attributes, particularly in terms of strength, were only at the B+ level.

However, he not only inherited the beastly powers of the mother goddess Tiamat, but was also the prototype for many serpent gods and dragons from various worlds, and possessed the bloodline of the Norse Jotunheim frost giants.

Both of these are top-tier power-type freaks, so Samael is definitely a monster in human skin.

Even after a series of demotions, he is still at least an A+.

In terms of pure strength, let alone the current Gawain, even if it were three times the strength of Gawain during the day, he could withstand the opponent's buffs and defeat him directly.

However, this guy is really tough; he still managed to wake up after all that.

Samael stopped and gazed at the gorilla that had peeled off the stone pillar, lying sprawled on the ground, yet was still wriggling and struggling to get up. He was filled with admiration.

Chapter 72 The Freak Who Soloed the Knights of the Round Table

Pain, pain that almost reached the limits of my physical endurance!

Every bone and muscle in his body was being torn apart by excruciating pain. His overburdened nerves had turned these unbearable sensations into numbness to relieve the burden on his body and prevent the suffering body from fainting.

Even so, Gawain, who was lying on the ground, struggled several times but could not control his numb hands and feet.

Just then, clear footsteps approached, and a fair arm hung down in front of the Sun Knight.

"How are you? Can you still hold on?"

Gawain looked up at Samael, then turned away in frustration, leaning on his broken sword, and knelt down on one knee towards the second floor.

Despite his reluctance, the invincible Sun Knight finally managed to move his lips with difficulty.

"I have lost, please punish me, Your Majesty..."

"Samael wins this battle."

The Knight King, who was watching the battle, spoke in a cold and indifferent tone, without the slightest fluctuation or wavering. After officially announcing the results, he turned to Gawain, his eyes calm and unwavering.

"Gao Wenqing, this is just a fair competition. There are no rewards or punishments for winning or losing. You may step down and rest."

Although he was not punished, Gawain was still ashamed and limped toward the Round Table's camp. Only then did Gareth and Gahoris dare to go up and help their brother.

Gao Wen did not insist on being helped by his younger siblings, but his figure appeared somewhat desolate as he walked.