Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Count me in. Teach me how to beat these animals, and I'll treat you to drinks later..."

Immediately afterwards, an unspoken understanding arose, and the Knights of the Round Table signed up one after another.

Some were burning with fighting spirit, some were indignant at the provocation, some remained calm, and some were playful and curious... One after another, they challenged Samael.

The ancient serpent accepted all challengers, calling out their names one by one, and successively brought down more than a dozen Knights of the Round Table who wanted to take on the challenge. At the end, it pointed out the relevant problems without any politeness, forcing the trainees to admit defeat and leave the stage.

It wasn't until Samael almost single-handedly defeated two-thirds of the Knights of the Round Table with just a greatsword that Lancelot, the strongest knight chosen by his colleagues, finally made his appearance.

The two fought fiercely for nearly a hundred rounds, their figures leaping and their swords flashing, a sight that dazzled the eye.

Samael's combat experience had reached its peak, making him proficient in everything.

Unfortunately, experience may work against children who rely on it, but against truly gifted players, its advantage gradually disappears.

Lancelot happens to be an incredibly talented swordsman, possessing an A+ level of [Infinite Martial Arts]. Anyone with that skill would be a master of weaponry in their own right.

What's more, this thing also has the blessing of "a knight never dies unarmed," meaning it can turn anything it picks up into a weapon that suits it.

In addition to the previous battles, this group of Knights of the Round Table, who had joined forces, had learned quite a bit about Samael's secrets and methods. With preparations in place, Lancelot, while not exactly able to handle the situation with ease, was at least able to keep up with the fight.

Therefore, the two sides fought back and forth for nearly two hundred rounds, and neither side could determine a winner for the time being.

Finally, Kai, feeling the pinch of the lobby renovation costs, called a halt in time, bringing an end to a spectacular battle.

Therefore, I hate naturally gifted players. A certain snake who almost single-handedly defeated the entire Round Table rolled its eyes at Lancelot, full of resentment.

Chapter 73 Artoria is getting on in years

"We've eaten, we've fought, it's time for us to say goodbye."

After dealing with the enthusiastic group of male escorts who offered him pillows, Samael casually tossed aside a knight's greatsword that was broken again, briefly informed the Knight King on the second floor, pulled Morgan, who had gotten up in sync with him, and turned to walk out of the hall without any politeness.

The three little ones at the table, upon seeing that they were about to leave, suddenly beamed with joy at the sight of their scrunched-up faces on the table. They excitedly dropped their knives and forks and dashed out with lightning speed to join in the festivities.

The table was laden with imperial delicacies, almost exactly as they were before.

It wasn't until Morgan and his party had gone far away that the British lords, large and small, who were still deeply shocked, finally snapped out of their daze and focused their attention on the figure that shone brightly in the night. Their previous disdain was swept away by awe once again.

This guy's level is probably far beyond human capabilities. Once he appears on the battlefield, he's no longer someone that can be overwhelmed by sheer numbers.

He single-handedly took on almost the entire Knights of the Round Table, and afterwards remained calm and composed, clearly still having energy to spare.

In a sense, he alone is equivalent to more than half a round table.

With such a powerful swordsman, coupled with Morgan, a natural-born witch, the strength of Orkney in the Land of the End has skyrocketed, showing signs of rivaling the Holy City of Camelot.

It seems we need to re-evaluate our relationship with that princess.

The lords had different thoughts, and their subtle exchanges of glances carried an indescribable and ambiguous meaning.

"Old man, we've let a big fish escape."

At some point, Jazz Kai approached Hector, crossed his arms, nudged his father from behind with his shoulder, and glanced around with a venomous look, making a mocking comment.

"so rude!"

The old knight slapped his wayward son on the shoulder without any hesitation. His large, hard hand, honed from years of farming, made Kai wince in pain.

Kai rubbed his shoulders, gazing at the figure that had disappeared into the night outside the door, and sighed softly.

"But there's nothing we can do about it. They're willing to invest so much, even sacrificing themselves."

Sir Hector, who also sensed the ulterior motives of the lords around him, frowned slightly and nodded helplessly.

If I had known better, I shouldn't have agreed to the princess's request to send this nameless swordsman who appeared in Cornwall to Morgan, which led to some restless lords seeing a bad sign.

But it must be said that this proud and aloof princess is truly willing to go all out.

"On another note, fishing should be done with bait, unlike these animals who just rush in and muddy the water. Even the biggest fish will be scared away by them, right?"

"..."

Hector paused for a moment, then looked at his somewhat shifty-eyed son with a deep gaze.

"You're beating around the bush, there's clearly something else going on in your words. What exactly are you trying to say?"

Kai, whose thoughts had been exposed by his father, gave an embarrassed smile, glanced at a certain spot out of the corner of his eye, and spoke in a casual manner.

"Artoria, you're not getting any younger, are you?"

"Uh-huh?"

Hector nodded subconsciously at first, then after a moment of realization, his tone changed instantly, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

However, when Hector looked back, he found that Kai, sensing the danger, had already slipped away and disappeared into some hidden corner. The old knight was so angry that he couldn't help but curse under his breath.

You unfilial son, you've been gossiping about the monarch behind his back. If I catch you, I promise I won't kill you!

At this moment, the commotion in the hall subsided. Although both sides were very restrained, the banquet was inevitably affected.

Even though both sides tried their best to restrain their power, the aftershocks of the battle still overturned many tables and dishes, and as time went by, the food from before was getting cold.

The Knight King on the throne frowned slightly as he looked at the chaos on the first floor, then turned to look at the silver-haired, one-armed assistant standing straight to the side.

"Sir Bedivere, do you have any contingency plans?"

Bedivere raised his hand to his chest and nodded slightly.

"Your Majesty, there is no need to worry. The kitchen has made preparations in case of any unforeseen circumstances."

"Yes, very good. Let's continue the banquet and serve the dishes."

The Knight King nodded slightly, then placed his hand on his lower abdomen, as if he had thought of something, and subconsciously asked a question.

"By the way, who's in charge of meals today?"

"It's Gao Wenqing."

"..."

Bedivere responded quickly, and the Knight King's hand, which had just picked up the knife and fork, trembled slightly, and he fell silent, which was unusual for him.

A moment later, as the cooled food was removed, the Sun Knight, who had the appearance of a warm-hearted man, beckoned the Serious Knights, who were wearing mismatched aprons, to quickly bring out the prepared emergency plan.

A big bowl of mashed potatoes...

In short, it's absolutely filling.

Under the glow of the fluorite lights, the faces of the guests appeared slightly green.

It is worth mentioning that Gawain was also in charge of the daily meals for the Knight King during the Twelve Dynasties War.

His extensive experience as a head chef has allowed this Sun Knight to take "efficiency" to the extreme.

There was only one dish he liked to make: mashed potatoes, which were filling, easy to carry, and simple to prepare. Artoria ate Gawain's mashed potatoes while fighting on the battlefield, a meal she ate for over a decade.

By habit, no matter how much Gawain cooked, the food-saving Knight King would devour it all without a trace of expression.

Now, all of you lords are fortunate enough to enjoy the treatment of a king.

Of course, in addition to staple foods like mashed potatoes and vegetables, a complete meal definitely needs to be paired with meat.

So the lords dug through the mountain of mashed potatoes on their plates, and the scalded pieces of monster carcasses, still bloody and with tendons in their flesh, emerged, forming all sorts of bizarre platter shapes.

The lords' faces turned even greener.

On the throne, the Knight King picked up a purplish-red monster eyeball from the mashed potatoes, stuffed it into the mouth of his open lower mask, and chewed it with a crunching sound.

The mashed potatoes are adorned with tiny eyeballs that create a striking visual and gustatory effect.

The bursting liquid, as always, creates a soul-stirring sensation in the mouth.

Following Wang's example, trembling hands picked up forks and began to cut the food on their plates.

Bedivere forked a piece of blood-stained monster carcass, stuffed it into his stomach, and looked down at the mountain of mashed potatoes rapidly being whittled down in front of the throne, a hint of tenderness and satisfaction in his eyes.

The eyeball is one of Wang's favorite parts to eat, and luckily he asked Gao Wen to prepare this part separately.

In the hall, Sir Hector's teeth ached, yet he still hadn't chewed the bloody monster's carcass in his mouth.

He paused for a moment, put down his knife and fork, looked up at Artoria who was devouring the mountain of mashed potatoes in the bowl like a whirlwind, and at his aides and Knights of the Round Table who looked satisfied. He fell into deep thought.

This reminded him of the swill in his pig trough and the farm woman who got up early to feed the pigs, hoping the piglets would eat more and grow fat.

Immediately, a thought unconsciously entered the old knight's mind.

Artoria, she seems to be getting on in years...

Chapter 74 Saying no with his mouth, but his body tells a different story

Meanwhile, near the royal kitchen, in a secluded and abandoned courtyard, figures gathered around a burning campfire.

The flickering firelight illuminated five faces—two adults and three children—representing Samael and his entourage who had left early.

While the British world of bizarre cuisine might be considered a royal banquet to be avoided, the scorpion, who is more inclined to enjoy life, would certainly not neglect his palate and stomach.

The proposal received unanimous approval from the Bavanshi trio.

Seeing that it was getting late and Morgan didn't know how long it would take to get home, he simply relied on his vague memory of the palace and led the group through many twists and turns to find his childhood secret base, where they built a simple stove.

Samael then used ingredients from a nearby kitchen to prepare a fairly lavish dinner for everyone.

First, there's a pot of braised pork that these little guys have been longing for.

"Here, you give it a try. I'll grill a few more skewers of meat and vegetables."

As they neared completion, Samael handed the spatula to Morgan beside him, while he skewered the marinated meat from the bowl and placed it over the fire to grill. The three impatient little ones, eager to distract themselves, also came to help, hoping that the meat on the skewers would cook faster than the meat in the pot.

Even more so, Bagst, who was starving, couldn't wait to put his kebabs into his mouth before they were fully cooked on both sides.

Although the taste isn't perfect, the marinating with the seasonings selected by Samael makes it passable.

Even if it's bad, at least it's food for humans to eat.

The food at the dinner party instantly reminded her of the swill in the pig trough.

The meat skewers that were barely edible suddenly seemed much more delicious and rare, greatly increasing Bagst's sense of happiness.

Soon, the fairy knight, who was known for his gluttony, endured the scalding heat and quickly devoured the dozen or so skewers in his hand, then sat there expectantly, waiting to be fed again.

Soon, tempted by Melusin's food, Bagster lowered his head and let himself be petted, just like a docile large dog sitting on a stone bench.

Bavanshi snuggled up to Morgan and presented her meticulously crafted work to her mother for her appreciation.

Gu She estimated the time, took over the task, lifted the pot lid, picked up the spatula, and stirred the thick caramelized sugar, the rich aroma spreading in all directions.

As the fork easily pierced through the soft, glistening fat and lean meat, the signal that it was edible instantly awakened the cravings in the three little ones' stomachs.

Immediately, Bawanshi, Bagst, and Melusin stared longingly at the meat chunks, which had almost lost their juices, were now a glossy red, and smelled incredibly fragrant. They couldn't help but swallow hard, and glistening saliva clung to the corners of their mouths.

However, before they could even start eating, a rustling sound came from outside the abandoned courtyard.

"What are you doing? It smells so good."

Under the moonlight, a finance manager who had fled the banquet early sniffed, climbed over the wall, and walked over with a smile. He sat down very smoothly and, imitating the three little ones, picked up a few skewers of meat and put them on the fire to smoke.

"Why aren't you waiting by the Knight King's side? What are you doing here?"

"If you can't save face in person, someone should apologize privately on behalf of those animals at the round table..."

Kai answered with a smile, put a skewer that was about 70% done into his mouth, and his eyes lit up. Without any hesitation, he took a few more skewers.

This action immediately enraged the little ones.

"Don't be shy, eat, eat, eat. It's all royal ingredients anyway, so let's eat together."

Kai blinked and offered his advice in a very familiar manner, appearing warm and hospitable.

Having just visited the kitchen and obtained the ingredients, Samael was caught red-handed by the owner. He couldn't just kick the guy out, so he could only roll his eyes and tacitly allow him to help sell the stolen goods.

It seems that competing with Artoria for food has honed his impressive eating speed. After only a few words, a dozen or so skewers of meat have vanished, and even a considerable amount of braised pork has been devoured.

Fortunately, this guy was aware that he was just trying to freeload. Seeing that there weren't many ingredients, he led the little ones and swaggered into the kitchen, each carrying two lamb legs back to make up the numbers.

With the logistics supervisor embezzling from his own office, the six accomplices decided to stop pursuing overly refined food and instead had a rough, open-air barbecue.

The barbecue, which lasted for several hours, emptied about a third of the kitchen's inventory before finally coming to a successful conclusion.

He fed the little ones, each with a round belly, into the carriage, and stuffed it full of dried fruit and rare ingredients specially offered by the royal palace. Such actions made even the little girl, who was initially indignant about the food being snatched away, feel a sense of goodwill towards Kai Dasheng.

Finally, the logistics manager who had accompanied them throughout the trip thoughtfully escorted the carriage out of the palace, reminding everyone to attend the coronation ceremony at noon the next day, and meticulously explaining the precautions and preparations to be made in advance.

Although they had only spent a few days together, Samael and his group's goodwill towards Kai grew rapidly.