Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

The middle-aged man looked up at the lush greenery outside the window and couldn't help but sigh.

"It's good that things have calmed down. These days, as long as we're willing to work hard, we won't starve. Everything will be alright."

Everyone nodded in unison, their eyes shining with hope.

However, this brief but tacit prayer was quickly broken by a new topic of conversation nearby.

Amidst the chaos, people continued to discuss the hottest news of the moment as a pastime, and the content was varied and diverse.

For example, His Majesty the Lion King not only explicitly forbade the capture and open sale of fairy slaves, but also lifted the restrictions of the Round Table, accepting the fairies of the Nameless Forest and allowing other races to serve the royal court in Camelot. In this relief effort and the suppression of several disasters, several fairy knights, including Habertrot, Melusin, Bufanshi, Bagst, and Mordred from Orkney, shone brightly…

For example, recently the price of magical minerals on the market has skyrocketed, and people in the Holy Capital are buying them up in large quantities, while miners are urgently needed in various places...

For example, the people who fled from the City of Seven Hills to Britain due to the decline of the Roman Empire brought many changes, one of which was the newly built churches in the villages and towns. Of course, compared to doctrines of messiahs and saviors, the practical benefits of receiving bread and towels for praying on the Sabbath were more attractive to them...

As the sun rises and sets, after a day of hustle and bustle, night falls, and the villages and towns become quieter and more tranquil.

Diners who had enjoyed themselves returned home and habitually looked out the window.

A pair of eyes reflected the spiraling golden beam of light supporting the heavens and the earth under the night sky, illuminating the brilliant Milky Way, dispelling the darkness, and the stardust quietly fell to earth, merging into the grass, the rivers, and the soil, seemingly making the green of the earth even more vibrant.

Tomorrow may be another day worth looking forward to.

With their own hopes and dreams, everyone got up and went home.

The shop owner greeted customers warmly and waved goodbye to regulars who were paying their bills.

As he walked to a table in the corner, he was stunned by a Roman gold coin engraved with rose petals that was under his plate.

In an instant, the shop owner seemed to realize something and turned around to look out the door in a daze.

As night fell, a figure he had never noticed before pulled up a white hood and walked away into the distance.

Could it be...that lord?

Something's not right, I must be overthinking it...

The shop owner compared the coins in his mind, then came to his senses, shook his head with a wry smile, and somewhat regretfully put away the ancient coin. He got up, closed the doors and windows, and announced that the shop was closing for the day.

Chapter 123 The Crisis of an Inevitable Glory (3/5)

Under the deep darkness of night, a solitary figure stood at the crossroads outside the village, gazing back at the dim lights.

"Well, that Queen is even more outstanding than we imagined."

Behind the lush trees ahead, an inquiring question came from the white-haired succubus. Pointing to the rising band of light originating from Camelot in the night sky, the demon smiled knowingly, its expression full of playful encouragement.

"However, things seem to have developed a bit beyond your expectations. By the way, are you really not going to step in and do something about it, Lord Star Sword Master?"

"outstanding?"

Samael pulled down his hood and shook his head slightly.

"For the sake of a relief effort, you directly imprisoned all the lords, forced them to cut off their own flesh and bleed, and put yourself and the entire noble class on the opposite side. You are not even willing to do the superficial work of winning one side, isolating another, and attacking the other. Do you think that is smart?"

"What's wrong with that? As long as there are a large number of righteous knights and the Round Table, would those lords dare to rebel?"

Mary stroked her smooth, jade-like chin, blinked her dreamy purple eyes, and asked curiously.

The question is, is the same round table we have now?

Samael glanced at the nightmare and lowered his voice.

“If things were really that easy, the fairy knights wouldn’t need to step onto the stage.”

Meili paused for a moment, her purple eyes flashing, and she gradually realized what was going on.

In his quest to conquer the realm of the gods and find the Holy Grail, the Knight King took not only the most elite troops from the Round Table, but also his most loyal core members…

The remaining ones are not absolutely loyal; in many cases, they are absolutely disloyal.

In addition, the lineage of the Round Table is basically derived from the bloodlines of noble families and aristocrats.

In other words, Her Majesty's actions, which seemed decisive and intimidating to the courtiers, actually sowed the seeds of some hidden dangers.

The white-haired succubus narrowed its eyes, smiled, and then raised another objection.

"But in any case, the situation in Britain seems to be really improving. Aren't you worried at all?"

"Do you know that before a patient is dying, they may experience an abnormally excited state called a final burst of energy?"

Samael gazed up at the beam of light piercing the night sky, his eyes deep and dark, and softly murmured something.

"The Holy Lance is already like water without a source, a tree without roots. It can barely sustain Camelot for long. How long do you think it can last to make its power cover the entire Britain and forcibly restore its fading mystery?"

Meli understood immediately, her smiling eyes sweeping across Samael's profile as she drawled out her words.

"so……"

"We don't need to do anything, just wait patiently."

Samael gave a simple answer, then fell silent, gazing absently at the band of light originating from Camelot.

Beneath the surface of prosperity lies a crisis that will inevitably lead to destruction. Just as oil is poured on a raging fire and flowers are adorned with splendor, many things may appear glamorous on the surface, but in reality, undercurrents are already surging beneath.

Moreover, maintaining the prosperity of the entire Britain is something even the Lion King, the original host of the Holy Lance, could not do.

Morgan could only have accomplished such a feat if…

The ancient snake clenched and unclenched its fists in its sleeves several times, finally lowering its eyelids, extinguishing the light in its eyes, and began to walk into the depths of the dense forest.

"Let's go back to Avalon..."

Mary nodded, picked up the matching Cathy Palug, and followed behind at a leisurely pace. As she observed the figure ahead, the white-haired succubus's smile grew even wider.

Time flies like an arrow, and half a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

After enduring twelve dynastic wars, the four calamities, geological upheavals, and extreme winters, Britain finally ushered in a long-awaited period of peace.

With the rare and abundant harvest of grain finished being harvested from the fields, threshed, milled, and stored in granaries, the hearts of the people, which had been hanging in suspense for more than half a year, were finally at ease.

After all the hard work, it's time for a celebration to reward yourself for the past six months of hard work.

On Avalon Island, a silent figure stands before a withered, massive tree stump, gazing through the thin mist on the water at the smoke rising from the distant village and the burning bonfire, lost in thought.

It wasn't until a cold wind swept in, its chill seeping through his clothes and into his flesh, that the man snapped back to reality.

It seems like winter is approaching...

Meanwhile, in Camelot, at the end of the tower.

The queen, clad in silver knight's armor with her face hidden beneath a lion-mane helmet, seemed to sense something. She rose from her throne, walked to the front of the corridor, and gazed at the city's dim lights, muttering to herself with a frown.

"What's going on outside? It's so noisy."

"You do not know?"

Accompanied by the crisp scraping sound of armor plates, a figure dressed in red and white heavy armor, carrying a sheathed greatsword, walked from around the corner, stood in front of Morgan, then took off his horned helmet, swung his short ponytail, revealing a youthful face, scratched his head and asked a question.

Seeing the figure standing in front of the railing, not responding for a long time, Mordred rolled her eyes and replied irritably.

"You've become so forgetful, you can't even remember this. Today is Samhain."

Samhain?

The Queen paused for a moment, then gradually realized what was happening, a hint of nostalgia appearing in her eyes.

A year has passed, time flies...

"By the way, should we open the gift that was delivered from outside and take a look?"

Mordred, true to her carefree nature, approached Morgan and, looking at her rather awkward figure in the armor, casually asked a question.

The witch, who had been stabilizing the situation and concealing her true intentions like a lion king, shook her head slightly.

"No need, do whatever you want with it."

"Really? You don't want something from Avalon? Then this is mine!"

Mordred's eyes lit up, and she cheered with excitement, eagerly rummaging through the gift box for something she had jotted down during the day.

However, just as Mordred found her target with a beaming smile, a hand reached out from the side and snatched the simply packaged box from in front of her.

"Keep this, and you can deal with the rest yourselves..."

"Tch, stingy!"

The understated announcement left Mordred looking sullen, and he couldn't help but let out a soft hum.

But soon, the carefree and rebellious girl couldn't resist coming closer, intending to peep.

"What did you send? Let me see."

Morgan tried to dodge her several times, but couldn't shake off Mordred, who was jumping around like a house cat. He knew that if he didn't satisfy the girl's curiosity, he wouldn't have a peaceful night. So he had no choice but to open the package and check the contents of the box in front of everyone.

Upon lifting the lid, a small packet of charcoal, a symbol of blessing during Samhain, and a thin letter come into view.

Mordred's hands itched, and she instinctively reached out to snatch it, but the witch was very alert and decisively struck first, absorbing the letter into her palm, turning her back, and tearing it open to read it.

"What does it say? It makes me..."

Mordred jumped around, unable to contain her restless curiosity.

Stab it!

However, before he could finish speaking, Morgan had already torn the letter in his hand to shreds without any expression. The letters fluttered down like snowflakes into the wastebasket.

"From now on, there's no need to send these things to the palace."

The witch responded coldly, and the atmosphere in the arena became deathly silent.

Chapter 124 A Frenzy for Meatball Lovers (4/5)

Mordred fell silent, looking down at the ground with a somewhat dejected expression, and asked in a muffled voice.

"You still resent him because of what happened before?"

"No."

Morgan shook his head slightly, raising his eyes to look at the dazzling band of light under the night sky, his gaze cold and deep.

"But this country no longer needs him, nothing here needs him anymore, and even that name will not appear in Camelot's records."

"Why should I! My partner has done so much for you and for us!"

Hearing that everything Samael had done was to be negated, the rebellious knight was somewhat indignant.

"Enough, Mordred!"

The words fell to the ground, the cold, stagnant voice beneath the lion-maned helmet echoing throughout the hall.

Morgan's fingers curled into a fist, and a halo of light, resembling a spear or a staff, suddenly appeared on the ground. A dark golden aura spread out, and a heavy pressure swept over Mordred, causing his armor to creak and his body to bend uncontrollably.

"Since you've chosen to stay, then do what you're supposed to do, and don't ask questions you shouldn't ask. These aren't questions you need to consider!"

The rebellious knight, ready to confront the oppressive pressure, removed his armor and stubbornly raised his head, giving the figure on the throne a cold laugh.

"Do you think that besides that crybaby Bawanshi, who among us would want to stay by your side and be bossed around by you all day long?! If it weren't for agreeing to his request..."

However, Mordred seemed to remember something at this point, and her words came to an abrupt halt.

"In short, no matter what you think, I always believe that my partner has his own reasons for whatever he does!"

Immediately, Mordred glared resentfully at the figure on the throne, then turned her head away, letting out a cold snort.

Morgan ignored Mordred's dissatisfaction and made no attempt to persuade her to stay. She sat quietly on the throne, like a frozen sculpture, though the light from the end behind the throne flickered on and off.

As the clamor of Samhain celebrations throughout the city gradually subsided, the cool moonlight shone through the windows of the tower, illuminating the figure bending down to pick up items at the table.

With a barely audible sound, a few scraps of paper were placed on the table, piecing together the original rough outline.

The letters contained nothing more than the person's experiences during their travels and rest periods, including humorous anecdotes and trivial observations, with a touch of warmth and everyday life permeating the lines.

But as the story nears its end, the man's true intentions become clear.

"I've recently tried making some new dishes to suit your taste. Would you like to come over and give me a try?"

"The scenery here is beautiful. Would you like to watch the sunrise and sunset at the Garden of Avalon with me?"

"I heard that you live in Orkney, which is quite nice. Would you like to travel with me to the Land of the End?"

"If you like, we can settle down there together..."

“If you change your mind, light this seed, and I will wait on that island until the next Samhain Festival…”