I'm a druid in Type Moon

Arriving at the forest closest to the city, Lynn waved and called a gray pigeon. He tied the letter to the pigeon's leg, told the pigeon the destination, and then waved and let it fly away.

This pigeon will cross the border and deliver the letter to Lynn's castle, where there are special carrier pigeons responsible for communication between the castle and the royal capital.

Now that the official business is done, it's time to take care of your own personal affairs.

The location of the royal capital is marked on the map of the lord's mansion. It is about a month's journey from here, and there are several towns along the way where you can rest.

Lynn began to head towards the royal capital, and along the way he saw scenery that was different from Camelot.

If the main contradiction in Camelot is the division between kingdoms and the oppression of the common people by the nobles, then the main problem of this territory is the mutual exclusion between two different ethnic groups.

The Saxons, as invaders, were eager to gain more land, but they could not attack Camelot due to the constraints of the humble king, and could only fight for power with the original nobles. The Celtic knights did not like the Saxons who were competing with them for territory, so they suppressed them in various fields, such as food and wealth.

But the common people on King Biao's side lived well. After all, there were fewer nobles here, and each noble ruled over more land than his own title, so the exploitation of the common people was much less. In addition, there were bumper harvests year after year, and there were no natural disasters or man-made disasters, so the common people lived a relatively easy life.

Walking and strolling along the way, Lin En traveled through half of the king's territory. He displayed his druid abilities several times along the way and was immediately greeted with the kneeling worship of the common people.

In Camelot, the faith of druids has actually been slowly replaced by Catholicism. On the one hand, it is because of the disappearance of druids. A dozen years is enough to blur a person's memory, and so is faith. On the other hand, it is the instigation of the ruling class. You must know that the druids once stood on the side of the humble king. After the defeated nobles returned to their respective territories, they began to tamper with the image of druids and eliminate the influence of druids.

In the humble king's place, druids are comrades who have fought together. Many knights have been saved by druids on the battlefield, and when they return to their own territories, they begin to spread the word about the druids' kindness. Even if the druids disappear from people's lives, there are still traces of them left.

Gradually, Lin's identity as a druid began to spread. When the local lord called Lin that for the first time, Lin thought he had been exposed and that the other party was going to take action. Unexpectedly, the other party respectfully welcomed him into his home, treated him well, and then sent him out of the city. The gifts he gave him were all rare seeds.

"Very skilled! These people!"

Lin En looked at the old man who was determined to send him to the city gate, and felt a faint druid aura on him. The source should be the owl pendant on his chest, which was hand-carved from oak and looked to be quite old.

This should be a gift left by a druid to his friend, something like an amulet.

As the news spread, more and more people wanted to catch a glimpse of the druids, so Lin En had to quicken his pace. Finally, one day two months later, Lin En arrived at the so-called royal city.

This royal city is very similar to Camelot.

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The End of the Age of Gods: Chapter 73: Invitation

If Camelot is the ideal white city, then this capital is the pale lightless city. The walls are also made of marble, but they give people a completely different feeling.

Even standing far away, Lin En found it difficult to see the whole picture of the city. There was a force devouring the light there. Even under the scorching sun, it still gave people a dim feeling.

According to the information Lin En had inquired along the way, there were very few people settling in this city, and most of them were Vortigern's former subordinates and soldiers. They gave up the rights that were within their grasp and chose to rest here with their king.

That's right, eternal sleep. When Lin En stepped into this city, it was as if he had entered a dim dream. The empty dream was almost manifested as reality here, and the two worlds seemed to overlap here.

"What a terrifying barrier!"

Lin En leaned against the wall, trying to relieve the sleepiness that was coming. His weak constitution was exposed at this moment. The defensive measures Lin En had prepared had almost no effect on this kind of powerful magic, so he could only rely on his constitution to resist it.

“Is this a defensive measure for the city?”

Lin En guessed that if so, Lin En admitted that he was defeated. Because of the distraction, the illusion that Lin En had been maintaining had been declared invalid, revealing Lin En's true face. The legend about Lin En had begun to spread throughout the territory. I believe that the capital must have received relevant information. Soon someone passed the news that Lin En appeared at the city gate to the humble king.

"Should we retreat? We can still retreat now. Get on your horses and head towards Camelot. As long as we don't enter the city, we won't be discovered."

Lin En thought in his mind and recovered from the shock just now. He raised his head and looked into the city, then froze in place.

In the center of the city, among the continuous palaces, a tall oak tree stands there, as if a touch of green suddenly appeared in the black and white world, and all the light is attracted by it.

Lin En was sure that this oak tree must be related to druids, because the moment he saw the oak tree, the oak staff in Lin En's hand began to tremble.

This oak staff was a relic left to Lynn by the old man who adopted Lynn and was a survivor of the previous generation of druids. Lynn used it as a staff. Although as time went by, its help to Lynn was not as obvious as when he was a child, it was still Lynn's most handy weapon.

Lynn had always thought that this oak staff was made from branches of the oldest oak tree in Avalon, but it seems that Lynn guessed wrong.

“One more reason why I can’t leave,” Lynn thought.

Thoughts turned around a thousand times, but reality was just a moment. In the eyes of outsiders, Lin En was just in a trance for a while, and he regained his consciousness by holding on to the wall. He continued to move forward.

But just such an inconspicuous action attracted the attention of the guards. One guard wanted to go forward to check, but was stopped by his colleague next to him. The colleague whispered a few words in his ear, and then the two left together.

Lin En didn't pay attention to the guard's small movements. His attention was focused on the streets. People were coming and going on the streets, and the streets were orderly. There were no vagrants and patrols commonly seen in other cities. The public security was even better than some cities in the future.

Lin En walked on the street and found that all the pedestrians looked at him intentionally or unintentionally, and even whispered to each other. Lin En didn't care too much. His dress was indeed a little strange. He used illusion to weaken his presence before. Now that the illusion was gone, it was normal to be a little conspicuous. What's more, Lin En was carrying a warhorse, and his identity as a knight was undoubtedly revealed.

So Lin En found a secluded corner and performed the illusion again, then continued to wander around the royal capital. He had to find a place to stay first.

While Lin En was strolling, two guards who came to the city gate had already arrived at the palace gate and informed the guards at the palace gate of the news. After the guards received the news, they reported it to the housekeeper. After hesitating for a moment, the housekeeper looked up at the bright sunshine and walked towards the deepest part of the palace.

At the deepest part of the palace there was a gate made of fine iron. There were two fully armed knights guarding the door. When they saw that it was the butler, they opened the door for him.

The butler walked in and entered the darkness. In the dark palace, there was a heavy and even breathing sound. The butler deliberately increased the sound of his footsteps to attract the attention of the owner of the palace.

"Who is it? Oh! It's you, Sack! Go a little further!"

Sack, the old butler who had served Vortigern for nearly forty years, continued to walk forward until he reached the center of the palace.

The ubiquitous darkness was absorbed, revealing the original appearance of the palace. There were no magnificent decorations, no throne or red carpet, but only an oak tree that occupied most of the palace.

Next to the oak, a pale dragon lay there, opened its heavy eyelids, and looked at the person who came.

"What's up, Sack?"

White Dragon, Vortigern asked his old steward, Sack, the lord of this royal city.

"King! The druid you are waiting for has arrived in the royal city."

The dragon was silent for a moment, and his eyes looked through space at Lin En who was strolling on the street.

"A bit weak! It looks like you're not here to kill me!"

Vortigern's tone was very complicated, as if he was expecting something, yet resisting something.

The oak tree lowered its branches and made a rustling sound.

Sak remained motionless, waiting for the king's order.

The dragon withdrew his gaze, let out a long sigh, and said:

"Go and bring him here. I want to see him!"

"Yes! King!"

Sack took the order and walked out of the palace at a leisurely pace. The door behind him slowly closed, and darkness enveloped him again.

Lin En walked around the capital for a while but couldn't find a place to stay. At the same time, he also found that the houses here were generally large. In addition to the shops on the first floor and the residences on the second floor, almost every family had a large backyard. Lin En also heard the neighing of horses. It seems that the rumor that there are knights everywhere here is still true.

At a certain moment, the people who were chatting suddenly shut up and looked in Lin's direction. Lin's first reaction was that his identity as the Border Baron of Camelot had been exposed, and the humble king disliked him as a great druid and was ready to kill him in the capital.

But Lin En, whose hand had touched the oak stick, quickly calmed down because he suddenly realized that there was a breathing sound behind him.

"Your Majesty the Archdruid, the king wants to see you."

The old voice said this to him.

The End of the Age of Gods: Chapter 74: Audience

"Is this human?"

This was the first thought that popped into Lynn's mind as she turned around.

What was flowing in his body was not so much blood as refined magic power. His eyes were red-gold, as if lava was flowing in them.

This old body is just a useless shell; the purer thing residing inside is the true body of the creature opposite.

"The King wants to see you!"

The old man repeated calmly.

"it is good!"

Lynn swallowed and spoke with some difficulty.

"Then please come with me."

The old man saluted Lin En and then rode on the warhorse behind him.

Lin En also rode on his warhorse and followed the old man towards the palace. The people around him stood up at the same time and watched the old man leave.

Lin En opened and closed his mouth, silently strengthening his perception. In Lin En's perception, it was as if there was a demon lurking inside the human in front of him. The ill will that was difficult to conceal and the power that rivaled it blended together, bound in this gradually aging body.

"Dragonborn? No, a failure?"

Lin En thought of the magic book he saw in Morgan's magic workshop, which recorded that some mythical beasts had the ability to create their own bloodline. The most famous one was the offspring of dragons and other magical beasts, which could possess some of the abilities of dragons.

Lin En thought of the dragon scale soldiers he had seen before, which should be the same product.

"Which lunatic came up with this idea? You have to know that there are less than ten years left until the end of the Age of Gods. It is still unknown whether these dragonborn can survive in the human world!"

Lin En cursed inwardly, but then he remembered King Biao's purpose. The other party wanted the Age of Gods to survive, so he decided to transform into a white dragon to maintain the connection with the Inner Sea of ​​​​Stars. How could he consider what would happen after the Age of Gods ended?

A long journey passed while Lynn was daydreaming. Following the old man, Lynn passed through the palace gate guarded by guards, the front door guarded by knights, an empty hall, and finally arrived at the gate guarded by two fully armed dragonborn.

After seeing the old man, the two dragonborns worked together to push open the door behind them. Light poured out from it, illuminating Lin En's eyes.

The first thing that caught my eye was the giant tree that almost occupied the entire palace. The top of the giant tree penetrated the sky and there was no end in sight. It was like a scene from a myth. In the distant past, people lived on trees, were born on trees, and died under trees. A tree was a family, and a forest was a tribe. Although there was no family living on the giant tree in front of me, there was a small tree house under the tree.

The old man was not surprised at this. He took Lin En to the cottage and knocked on the door.

"Come in!"

The people inside said so.

The old man stepped back and motioned for Lin to go in. Lin did not hesitate and entered the room with a gentle push.

The decoration inside the room was very simple, with a round table, two chairs, a display rack with various things on it, and the heads of several ferocious beasts hanging on the wall. Facing Lynn was the eye of a huge elk.

Lin En felt a little strange. Although he saw the corpses of these animals, he did not feel disgusted. Instead, he felt a sense of familiarity.

"Are these treasures made by druids?"

Lin En was secretly shocked. No wonder the old man didn't leave many treasures to him. It turned out that they were all left with Vortigern.

"Come, sit down!"

The white-haired old man sat in a rocking chair facing Lynn, with a pot of freshly brewed hot tea in front of him, with a faint fragrance lingering around.

It was exactly the same as the one he had snatched from Merlin!

Lin En thought to himself, sat opposite the old man, picked up the teapot and started pouring tea. Although he had not carefully learned the etiquette in this regard, it was much better than the half-baked ones that the British had figured out on their own.

The old man stared blankly at Lin En warming the cup, brewing, and dividing the tea. His movements were more accurate than those of his old friends, and the words he wanted to say were blocked in his mouth. When Lin En placed the divided tea in front of him, he finally said something.

"You're not very good at magic, but you're pretty good at learning these nobles' tricks!"

Lin En took a small sip first, and it was exactly the same as the tea made from the tea leaves he kept in his study.

"After all, my job is to perform sacrifices, not to fight!"

This statement is correct. Druids belong to the intellectual class among the Celts and generally do not go to the battlefield.

The old man choked again, and drank the tea in the cup in a gulp. Then he slapped his palm on the table, stared at Lin En with wide eyes, and shouted:

"How dare you, the Archdruid of Camelot, appear before me? Aren't you afraid of being killed by my sword?"

If the old man had said this the moment they met, Lin En might have been a little flustered, but from his performance just now, Lin En had understood something, so he was not panicked at all and said calmly:

"To be precise, I am the Archdruid of all of Britain!"

The old man looked into Lynn's eyes, and after making sure that what he said was from the heart, he smiled.

"You are right, you are the Archdruid of Britain and you should not be involved in this war!"

"But you brought in an intruder!"

Lynn's tone intensified, his eyes fixed on the old man without blinking.

"Indeed, it's my fault!"

The old man, no, Vortigern, admitted his mistake frankly.

This time it was Lin En's turn to be stunned. He saw the old man in front of him and looked at him carefully for the first time.

His hair has turned a little gray and his face has wrinkles. He is wearing a smart suit and there is an unconcealable fatigue in his eyes, like an overworked old man.

"Have you also believed those rumors outside and thought that I am a tyrant who will not listen to advice?"

Lin En was about to ask back, but the old man added:

"Yes, I am a tyrant!"

Lynn wanted to roll her eyes, but held back.

The old man smiled again, looked at Lin En who was hesitant to speak, and said slowly:

"Ask anything you want to ask!"

Lin En took a deep breath, regained his composure, and asked the question in his mind: