The King of Elden does not die alone!

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Mia and Melina squeezed into the truck bed, looking for a place to land.

Merlin took the initiative to take on the task, which was rare. He led horses from the stable, with three people responsible for three horses.

Altria climbed onto her horse and looked up at the sun which was half covered by clouds.

Just about to say something.

Then a blind spot was discovered.

"Where are we going?" She looked at Merlin, somewhat bewildered.

"Where?"

Merlin blinked subconsciously and repeated Altria's question.

He clearly had no plan for this either.

After a brief silence, he immediately reacted.

"Ahem," Merlin cleared his throat pretending to be calm, "Altria, if you have to ask others how to do everything, you won't be able to become a king who can stand on your own."

"Hmm." Altria frowned.

Most of the time, she was told what to do by others.

What day is today, what classes should I take, what should I do, and where are the shortcomings?

It's hard to say how many things she did based on what she wanted to do.

Of course, drawing the Sword of the Kingchooser is one of them.

But after he drew his sword, Merlin drove him out to practice...

Therefore, the brief moment when she made the decision on her own was already covered up by Merlin's subsequent actions.

So, now she was riding on her horse, standing on this road, where should she go?

The girl pondered.

Go south? The south is the area occupied by the Angsa people. As the future king, her greatest mission is to drive the Angsa people out of this land.

But it has not yet been fully recognized by the Sword of the Chosen King.

If I fight the Anshars, will I be recognized by the Sword of the Kingchosen?

No, no.

Altria shook her head in her heart.

Even if she had the will, she was currently lacking the strength.

If we go south rashly, we can only fight alone.

Is a king without followers still a king?

"Let's go north."

Altria said.

They were now in Wales.

Large areas of land in the north have not been invaded by the Ansa, and the Celtic kingdoms on the islands are a great place to travel.

"By the way, what does Miss Mia think?"

Altria asked as soon as she finished speaking.

Mia is also a future king, and there must be an equal relationship between kings.

"I'm not familiar with this island." Mia waved her hand.

Even the future Britain was unfamiliar to her.

Not to mention the British Isles in this era, whose place names are completely inconsistent with the future.

"Ah, that's right... Let me tell you about the current situation!"

"Well, how about starting with the year?"

"Is this so..."

Altria still underestimated how unfamiliar Mia was with this land.

"If it's too much trouble, just keep it simple."

Mia smiled awkwardly.

Just listen to Altria's story.

The British Isles were in turmoil.

The beginning, of course, was the collapse of the huge empire on the continent. Britain, which had been protected by Rome for hundreds of years, lost its protection. After the power that brought unification withdrew, Britain fell into a chaotic era ruled by the kings of the Celtic nations.

Uther from Wales, as the fastest rising and most powerful prince, concluded an alliance with the British kings, won the support of the princes, and was crowned as the Supreme King of Britain.

Although the British princes still ruled their own small kingdoms, Britain was unified, at least in name.

But the existence of one person destroyed the tacit understanding between the princes and the Supreme King Uther.

His name was Vortigern, and he was the younger brother of King Uther. In order to fulfill his own desire - to rule Britain, he allowed foreigners to shout his name.

He is the incarnation of the white dragon that is prophesied to destroy Britain.

Vortigern led the alien alliance of Angles, Saxons, and Jutes, pulling Britain into the eye of the chaos.

The alien allied forces, led by Vortigern, landed on the island and destroyed the legacy of the great empire of the past left to Britain - the city called Londinium.

The rest of the story is known to Mia, who doesn't even know Britain.

In order to fight against Vortigern, King Uther borrowed Merlin's magic to create a red dragon that could fight against the white dragon, namely Artoria.

However, due to King Uther's defeat in the decisive battle with Vortigern, the Kingdom of Britain collapsed, and Artoria was sent back to King Uther's hometown anonymously and handed over to the loyal minister Ector to raise.

Then there is the story of Artoria pulling out the sword from the stone.

During the ten years that Artoria came of age, the British lords had no way to resist the strong armor and sharp swords of the Ansa Alliance and lost a large amount of land.

In the southeast of the British Isles, the fertile land that once belonged to the Celts has long since changed its name and become the land known as "England" in the mouths of foreigners.

It means the land of the Gelug people.

It was clearly a country that was invaded and plundered, but they shamelessly named it after themselves, as if it was a gift from God.

Wales was able to resist the invasion of the Ansas with its mountainous and rugged terrain. If you go north along the coastline, through the narrow area that has not been invaded because the Ansas are out of reach, there are still several weak Celtic kingdoms in the north.

That's where Altria wanted to go.

The goal has been determined.

And there is no reason to delay.

The group of six said goodbye to the village elders who came to see them off and embarked on their journey smoothly.

The outline of the carriage creaked as it turned under the heavy cargo.

They passed through the village land and gradually entered the mountains that rose from the earth.

A few hours later, they walked out of the forest. On the rising mountains around them, the tall trees gradually disappeared, and were replaced by grasslands that undulated like waves.

This reminded Mia of the grassland north of Lake Yakir at the border.

But compared to the border area.

The scenery of the earth is obviously more brilliant under the sunlight.

This is a respectable hilly area that is green and lush in spring, with smooth rammed earth roads and one or two farmhouses occasionally dotted on both sides.

It's probably time for lunch.

At the beginning of the journey, when supplies were sufficient, the meals were also very rich.

Kai was frying sausages and eggs in a frying pan, while Merlin picked a handful of white, round mushrooms from somewhere.

The aroma of butter filled the air next to the campfire.

This is called traveling!

Mia looked at the sausages sizzling in the pan with envy, and couldn't wait any longer, so she took out her own pan.

Recalling the days at the border.

That's not called traveling, that's called asceticism.

Bread? Biscuits? Of course not.

The meat is the prey that is caught first, and the vegetarian food is wild vegetables and loya fruit from the roadside.

As for high-carb staple foods?

Ah, sorry, there is no such thing.

At best, sprinkle some wild spices on barbecue or stew.

There are no villages at the border where you can buy supplies.

Looking at the sumptuous dishes, Mia decided to let loose.

Put the green basil leaves into the mortar and crush them together with the peeled garlic and walnut kernels.

Add salt, butter.

Crush the butter firmly and mix thoroughly with other ingredients.

The later Italian pesto is ready.

In today's terms, it was Roman style.

Then crack three eggs, beat them in a wooden bowl, pour in the butter and mix well.

Heat the pan, add butter, and make some milky scrambled eggs.

After cooking, serve the dish. There is no need to add oil to the empty pan. Place the evenly fat and lean marinated meat in a hot pan and fry it until it is crispy and fragrant.

Finally, cover the pan with sliced white bread and toast it with the remaining lard.

Assemble the white bread, bacon slices, scrambled eggs, and garlic pesto.

"Finish!"

This is a single serving.

Cut it in the middle with a knife, and you will see the white, green and red colors layered together, forming an extremely attractive color.

“It looks delicious.”

Altria, who had noticed Mia making some new food, squatted beside her, waiting for the finished product to come out of the oven.

"Hum-"

Mia held the pot proudly.

Although it's not very neatly assembled.

But even by afterlife standards, this is a pretty tasty sandwich.

This kind of eating method does not exist in this era.