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"In order to deal with the Saxons' provocation, the lord summoned all of his knights and agreed with the Saxons to have a knight duel in three days."

"After the news spread, many knights from nearby territories also came to help, and are now resting in the lord's mansion. If you don't have a place to stay for the time being, you might as well go to the lord's mansion to rest for a few days."

Lin En declined the boss's invitation, but left the address of the hotel and mentioned that she was looking forward to the duel in three days.

After Lin En left with the fruit, the boss closed the shop and walked towards the lord's mansion.

“This way, no one will come to my door in the next few days!” Lin En said to himself.

Lin En deliberately revealed his whereabouts and also stated that he was a Celtic and would go to watch the duel. After the lord got the news, he would not send anyone to disturb Lin En's rest. Even if he was worried about Lin En, he would only send someone to secretly watch him. Even if he was discovered, he could use excuses such as secret protection to get away with it.

And Lin En wanted this period of time. He wanted to use this time to learn in detail about the current situation of the civilians under the rule of the humble king. After all, this place has been separated from Camelot for decades, and coupled with factors such as foreign invasions, many places are different from Camelot.

The most obvious one is the price of food. In Camelot, King Uther was seriously ill for several years, which led to Camelot's lack of prestige and inability to suppress the various kingdoms under it, resulting in frequent wars. In addition, the concentration of true ether decreased, and food production decreased. Due to various factors, the price of food near Camelot was extremely high.

In this city, the price of food is shockingly low, almost half of that in Camelot, and this is because the price has increased due to a war that just ended on the border.

Although the King has not left the capital for nearly ten years, his authority still binds the nobles under his command. At least from what Lin En had inquired about, there was no news that any of the territories had ever gone to war.

Finally, there was the territory. According to the information Lin En had gathered, this city, several towns, and dozens of manors and villages around it all belonged to the lord. And this lord was just a baron.

Will, who is also a border baron, only has a castle and a dozen manors and villages.

The gap is so big that it makes people wonder how Will has been able to defend the border over the years. Was it with the help of other border nobles?

The End of the Age of Gods: Chapter 70: What Kind of Person is Vortigern?

"More defensive than offensive?"

This was the conclusion Lin En came to. Although it was a little hard to understand, this was the attitude that the humble king showed.

He locked himself in the royal city and sent his henchmen to guard the borders, where there were conflicts between the Celts and the Saxons.

"If it were me, I would directly start the military merit system and march all the way to Camelot, filling the void of the aristocracy with new military merit nobles. After the victory, I would cross the river and destroy the bridge, and drive the Saxons out of Britain!"

Lynn vented his overly excited heart for a while, then calmed down and thought about the problem.

Although it was just Lin En's imagination, it was indeed credible. With the strength accumulated by the humble king, it was still possible to seize a few pieces of land while Camelot was unable to take charge of the overall situation. What made the humble king consolidate the border?

"Is it Merlin?"

After thinking about it, Lin En could only come to this conclusion. After all, he was the strongest person of this era and the candidate for the future crown. Only he had the ability to suppress the humble king in the capital.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. If Merlin had this kind of strength, why didn't he just defeat the humble king? Taking a step back, Merlin could also take charge of the overall situation when King Uther was seriously ill, instead of letting Altria attack each country one by one.

"Forget it! Let's not waste brain cells!"

Finally, Lynn gave up thinking and turned to enjoy his breakfast.

Today's breakfast is two slices of soft toasted white bread and a cup of still warm milk.

The flour was made from freshly dried wheat, and together with the honey and a pinch of salt provided by Lin En, the lady boss used all her skills to bake the bread to perfection.

Lin En cut the bread with a knife, and the rich aroma of wheat hit her face, filling the whole room with this tempting aroma. Lin En bit off half a piece of bread and drank a sip of warm milk, and the fatigue from yesterday's journey was swept away.

After eating and drinking, Lin En put on his armor, picked up his helmet, hung his sword on his waist, and hid his oak stick in his cloak. After he was ready, Lin En walked out of the room.

Leading the equally spirited warhorse and taking the lunch handed over by the boss, Lynn walked towards the city gate.

As he approached the gate, Lin En saw the fruit shop owner from yesterday. He was sitting in the groom's seat and saying something to the guard.

Since Lynn was not wearing a helmet, the boss recognized him and waved and greeted him as he approached.

"Good morning, Sir Knight."

Lin En also stopped and nodded to him. At the same time, Lin En felt a pair of eyes staring at him from the carriage.

Lin En did not sense any hostility, so he pretended not to know and continued to move forward. After leaving the city gate, he mounted his horse and headed off into the distance.

Lynn's destination was the nearby manor where the Saxon knights were stationed. Lynn had found out the exact location of the manor during his stroll yesterday. To avoid trouble, all the civilians chose to walk around it.

Lynn didn't see a single person along the way, neither farmers entering the city nor civilians leaving the city, which shows that in the eyes of the locals, the Saxons did not have a good image.

Following the horseshoe prints, after passing a few roads, you can see a small manor. Lin En did not try to get closer, but used magic to enhance his vision and observed the manor from a distance.

This was the first time that Lynn had seen the Saxons of this era. Like their descendants, the Saxons had blond hair and fair skin, their eyes were generally emerald green, their facial features were three-dimensional, and their noses were high, which was consistent with the Asians' view of Europeans and Americans.

The Saxons in the manor were doing morning exercises. Except for a few who were training in swordsmanship, the rest of the knights mounted their war horses, walked out of the manor and started galloping on the land.

Although their numbers were not large and their formation was not neat enough, their power was not weak, and there was even a hint of murderous intent emerging when they charged.

Lin En just watched from the side and then left. Although he was far enough away, there was no guarantee that some knight with keen perception would notice Lin En's gaze, and it would be hard to tell what would happen then. Lin En did not want to be involved in this dispute.

Lynn's destination today is the surrounding villages. Lynn wants to see how the lives of civilians in the Beastial King's territory differ from those in Camelot.

The day passed quickly. Lynn wrote the last stroke on the parchment and then put the quill back into the package.

The sky was gradually getting dark. Lynn closed the window, lit the candlestick, and finally confirmed the contents of the parchment.

After arriving at the village, Lin En was riding a warhorse and wearing armor, so he looked like a knight of noble origin. Soon after entering the village, someone came to greet him. The person who came was the village chief.

After Lin En used some tricks, the village chief immediately told Lin En everything he wanted to know, including this year's harvest, the taxes to be paid, the family's grain reserves, and most importantly, his opinion of the humble king.

"Who is the humble king?"

This was the answer given by the village chief at that time. Only then did Lin En remember that "Humble King" was a derogatory term for Vortigern, and only the knights of Camelot would call him that.

"Your Majesty? Who knows? I have never seen His Majesty, so how can I know what kind of person His Majesty is?"

At that moment, Lin En suddenly realized a question. Why did he think that the humble king was evil? Because he invited invaders, because he started a rebellion to kill his own brother, or because he was an enemy of Altria?

The only thing Lin En knew about Vortigern was a short description in a novel in his previous life. His adoptive father, who had followed Vortigern, had never told Lin En about him. Merlin had also never mentioned Vortigern's character, only saying that he was evil.

Lynn suddenly realized that he had no reason to be hostile to Vortigern. The agreement between Merlin and Lynn ended the moment Lynn put the crown on King Arthur.

"I see. Influence from the past life?"

Just as you in front of the screen have imagined, when you travel through time to this era, the first thing you have to do is to join King Arthur, find a way to join the Knights of the Round Table, then make achievements, and finally change King Arthur's tragic ending.

This is undoubtedly the most perfect route. You will have like-minded friends, a picturesque boss, a knight loyal to you, and maybe someone who falls in love with you.

It's like a game whose ending has already been determined.

Lynn looked at the handwriting on the parchment and for the first time developed a little interest in the British white dragon, the sad king who would rather attract invaders than kill his own brother.

The End of the Age of Gods: Remarks on the Release

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The End of the Age of Gods: Chapter 71: The Duel of Knights

Two days passed in a flash, and today is the day of the duel.

In order to demonstrate the bravery of the knights, the duel venue was chosen in the large square in the center of the city.

Lin En got up early that day, washed up and had breakfast before heading towards the Grand Square. Shortly after Lin En left, the boss temporarily closed the tavern and took his wife to the Grand Square.

It was still early when Lin En arrived, and there were already crowds of people gathered around the Grand Square. The guards and patrolmen of the City Lord's Mansion were trying to maintain order. Now it seemed that their work was effective, at least the crowds in the Grand Square had been driven away.

Lin En was still wearing a grey hood today, with his armor and weapons hidden under a wide robe. To outsiders, he looked like a relatively strong civilian who no one would want to offend, but he wasn't scary either.

As time went by, more and more people gathered in the square. Many people stayed for a while and left when they saw there was nothing exciting to see, but more people continued to rush here. The sun also slowly moved upwards until it illuminated every corner of the city.

At this moment, the gate of the lord's mansion burst open, and dozens of fully armed guards walked out in neat steps. They were wearing armor full of scars, with long swords on their waists and long spears in their hands. Everyone's face was hidden in the helmet, and the invisible momentum spread out.

The guards formed a semicircle around the square, their eyes under their helmets staring at the direction of the city gate. There was complete silence around the square, and everyone knew that today's protagonist was about to appear.

The sound of neat horse hooves could be heard from afar. The city gate opened, and a whole team of fully armed knights on war horses rushed in from the city gate. The huge noise woke up all the civilians who were still sleeping, and they all opened their windows to look at this ostentatious team.

They wore shining armor, their scabbards were inlaid with gemstones of various colors, and their capes fluttered behind them as their horses accelerated. It was clearly the main road in the center of the city, but they ran along it and it felt like a war.

When they were less than a hundred meters away from the crowd, all the knights shouted at the same time, scaring the crowd back. The knights had no intention of slowing down, and rushed directly to the large square, only slowly stopping when they approached the center of the square.

Even the battle-hardened guards clenched their spears at this moment. The knights' charge was unmatched in power. If the enemy had not stopped, dozens of guards who were not in formation would have been directly broken through with just one charge.

"The smell of gunpowder is very strong!"

Lin En muttered. He stood in the crowded crowd, facing the knights' charge. Even Lin En himself did not have the confidence that he could stop such an attack. Of course, it was still easy to escape.

"Maybe I should learn some defensive magic!"

Such a thought flashed through Lin En's mind, but he immediately put it behind his mind because the sound of horse hooves could be heard again in the lord's mansion.

If the knights' charge just now was like a July storm, then the formation of knights that appeared now was like heavy rocks.

He was also wearing armor covered with scars, with a long sword wrapped in a cowhide scabbard on his waist. The knight's lance was hung on both sides of the warhorse. The knight held the reins tightly with both hands, trying his best to suppress the fighting spirit in his heart.

The team's speed was not fast, and the impact it brought was not as great as the knights' charge, but the crowd quieted down at the sound of their orderly horse hooves. People watched the knights step onto today's stage, like the protagonist who would appear last and was about to win.

The two sides stood still and looked at each other for a while. Then the leading knight took two steps forward tacitly and took off his helmet.

The leader of the City Lord's Mansion was the City Lord himself, and also the Border Earl appointed by the King himself. He was a veteran who survived the war that affected the whole of Britain more than a decade ago. Time took away his youth, but also tempered his temperament to be more stable. Even if the other party came to provoke him, he did not directly come to the door to ask for a duel like he did more than a decade ago.

He found the audience and the venue, and brought all the people and equipment before asking for a duel!

The captain of the Saxons was also a middle-aged man in his forties, who had also participated in the war more than a decade ago. However, the war not only did not temper his temper, but made him more radical, as aggressive as the young men. You must get what you want immediately.

What Lin En didn't know was that the outcome of this duel was not only about the face of both parties, but also about the ownership of the border command. The winner would become the commander-in-chief of the border for the next few years, so both sides were determined to win.

The method of the duel had been discussed several days in advance, starting with the compulsory course for knights: fighting on horseback.

The horses' footsteps were heavy but rhythmic, and the moment the sounds intersected, the outcome was known. Even if a wooden lance was used, the speed would still cause the knight to fly several meters away and then fall heavily to the ground. Those with good physiques could still struggle a few more times, but those with poor physiques would just lie there motionless.

Lynn was fascinated by the sight. Although this tournament was incomparable to the one King Arthur participated in, the murderous aura in it was even more intense. After all, King Arthur had already drawn the Sword of the King at that time, and the tournament could only be regarded as a test. Neither side in the battle had the intention of killing anyone.

But this competition was different. In addition to replacing the metal spear tips with wooden ones, both sides treated each other as mortal enemies on the battlefield. Sometimes they would subconsciously want to finish off the opponent, and the fighting was silent and bloody.

After the first level, almost half of the people on both sides were left. After all, they were all warriors who survived the war. Without some strength, they would have died on the battlefield.

The second match was about swordsmanship. Lance was usually only used during a charge, and in normal times, knights preferred to use swordsmanship against the enemy.

So both sides dismounted, drew their swords from their waists, and began the second round of duel.

Lin En carefully checked each long sword, but did not find anything similar to a holy sword or a magic sword, so he lost interest.

Different from the adrenaline-fueled horseback battles, the swordsmanship of these knights emerging from the battlefield was disappointing. There were no sophisticated swordsmanship or gorgeous moves; each move of the warriors was so simple.

Relying on their speed, exerting their strength, and the intuition honed by hundreds of battles, they use the least effort to cause the greatest damage. This is the killing skill of warriors, not a performance by knights to show off their swordsmanship.

The End of the Age of Gods: Chapter 72: Arrival at the Royal Capital

Lin En watched for a while and then left secretly. Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, this kind of competition with real swords and guns looked very exciting, but in Lin En's eyes it was more like a small fight.

Lin En had also watched King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table sparring. They would draw their holy swords and fight. At first, it was just simple swordplay, but gradually they started firing flares at each other. Although they didn't use their full strength, the power was amazing enough.

There were almost no people on the streets. Those who had free time went to the big square to watch the free performances, while those who had jobs were busy with their own things. No one would wander around the streets at this time, except Lin En.

Lin En first walked towards the hotel, then disappeared into a small alley beside the road. When he came out again, he had a different face.

Then Lin En followed the route that had been prepared long ago and headed towards the Lord's Mansion. Relying on second-rate illusion, he successfully passed the guards at the door and entered the City Lord's Mansion.

Lin En's goal was to get a map of the surrounding area, and it would be even better if he had a map of the entire territory. Since almost all the knights had gone to participate in the duel in the square, the guards who stayed behind to protect the lord's mansion were also somewhat absent-minded, and they were all concerned about the outcome of the duel.

So Lin En easily entered the city lord's mansion and began to search room by room. Soon he found the lord's study.

On the wall of the study, there was a map of the border area, which not only marked the city, but also the location of the surrounding friendly forces and the deployment of border sentry towers, and even some sentry towers deployed by Lin En. It seemed that the last tentative attack had achieved some results.

Lin En recorded the whole thing in his mind, and then began to look through the letters on the table. Unfortunately, Lin En did not find the letter sent by the humble king himself. Logically speaking, if the border wants to go to war, it must obtain the permission of the capital, or at least a letter of appointment signed by the king.

But Lynn found nothing, but letters between the lord and several nearby lords. The contents of the letters were almost all requests for help, not to fight against the Saxons, but to meet the impending disaster.

That's right, the lord used disaster to describe the possible invasion of Camelot, and even without the king's order, he secretly colluded with the surrounding nobles and prepared to establish a complete warning circle.

If the king was a hot-tempered or suspicious person, he might order the arrest of the lord the moment he heard the news, and collect evidence to prepare for the death penalty.

"It seems that the nobles under the humble king do not have a good impression of Ka Meili!"

Lynn came to this conclusion and kept it in mind, preparing to go back and write a letter to inform Altria of the situation. As for how to use it, that was Merlin's problem to consider.

For Lin En, the mansion without high technology and without magicians guarding it was like returning home. After Lin En investigated the information, he returned to the hotel along the same route.

The innkeeper and his wife were still watching the duel in the square, but Lin En had already returned to his room, packed his few luggage, and rode his warhorse towards the city gate.