I'm really not an old sword

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The twelfth person she had never met.

If that's the case, then so be it.

Just a variable.

He is very powerful, no less powerful than Gao Wenqing in the daytime. If he is willing to follow her, she will not refuse.

But she could feel it.

The power in the other person's body is almost the same as hers.

It gave her a familiar and friendly feeling.

It was as if... they were twins she had never met.

Lin Qingsu was silent for a moment, then said, "Arthur Pendragon."

No one refuted.

If someone else dared to impersonate King Arthur in front of the Knights of the Round Table.

They would draw their swords and kill each other without hesitation.

But the man in front of him looked exactly like the male image that the magician Merlin had forged for the king during his time in Britain.

And the kingly aura on him would not lie.

The first thing they thought when they saw him was, "Could this be King Arthur?"

Now his words only confirmed their suspicions.

However, even so, the other Knights of the Round Table, except for Mordred, showed a look of shock in their eyes: "How is this possible?"

"That's it."

No provocation, no questioning.

After hearing this, Longominiard accepted his presence calmly.

He slowly told the Knights of the Round Table about his speech which was interrupted by Lin Qingsu's arrival.

Lin Qingsu listened quietly from the side.

There was no difference at all from the plot he was familiar with.

The goddess Longomyniad realized the truth of the burning of humanity and realized that "the world cannot be saved." She summoned the Knights of the Round Table to help her complete the Holy Inquisition.

Simply put, it is to select humans who meet the requirements and enter the "Tower of the End" transformed by the Holy Spear.

Longominiade needs the Knights of the Round Table to help her defeat Charles I and his army first, and then select suitable saints to enter the tower and eliminate any existence that intends to resist her, waiting for the peeling of the Holy Lance.

Then, with complicated expressions on the Knights of the Round Table's faces, he let them discuss it on their own.

She would wait until sunset to hear their decision.

To go or to stay.

For Lin Qingsu, these things were not within his scope of concern.

The simulator is locked.

It is impossible to contact Tamamonomae, nor can the small world be accessed. After calling it out, the only result is [System Busy].

"Dad?"

Turning around, a blonde girl in blood-red armor walked over.

"Why, you look so heavy." Lin Qingsu smiled, which was considered as confirming each other's identities.

It was indeed that unfilial son of mine.

Unlike the unruly look he usually saw on her, she now looked serious and had some of the demeanor of an adult.

"It's you." Mordred breathed a sigh of relief. "What do you think?"

"What? You want to kill me, your stepfather, for your biological mother." Lin Qingsu said in a joking tone.

Mordred remained silent.

"As expected, it's better to have a biological child."

Lin Qingsu teased, stood up and patted Mordred on the head.

"Don't think about those useless things. Even if you split into ten parts, you can't beat me."

"I'm not a kid anymore."

"It's no use telling your father this." Lin Qingsu caught the retreating Modred and knocked her on the head.

"Why are you going?"

"I'm going to talk to your mother."

my mother?

Seeing Lin Qingsu walking towards Longomyniad, Modred always felt that something was strange there.

The other knights who were gathered in twos and threes also cast their eyes over.

"How about listening to me?"

Longominiard looked at him.

"I have a proposal."

Rongominiad seemed to be devoid of any human emotion.

The way of speaking is also straightforward.

After hearing her talk about her purpose, Lin Qingsu herself found it a little hard to accept. No wonder several Knights of the Round Table accepted the call, but in the end would rather die than follow her.

Except for Lancelot, the traitor who 'has his own ideas.'

Regarding Lancelot, Lin Qingsu could only say.

If killing him now wouldn't cause trouble, he really wanted to kill this traitor with a sword.

What a noble thing to say.

Whether it is compared with the die-hard Gawain, Tristan, and Agrawen.

Or compare it to Mordred, who reformed himself and wanted to fight to the death as a vassal of King Arthur.

Or perhaps it was Bedivere who remained steadfast and believed that King Arthur needed to be saved.

He doesn't deserve it.

Two betrayals in a row.

If only he had a little self-awareness.

They should have been like Lan Mallock, Gareth and the others, who would rather die than follow from the beginning.

Everyone has their own aspirations. Lin Qingsu didn't care about Lanmalok and the others' ideas, nor did she feel any disgust towards the Knights of the Round Table who chose to leave Camelot before the Battle of Camelot. It was normal for them to leave because they felt they could no longer stay.

The rebellious army will only dislike but not hate.

People go to high places and water flows to low places. If they want greater benefits and cannot give them, then it is understandable that they rebel.

Just kill him.

But Lancelot.

He rebelled from the beginning and went out to form a team to fight against King Arthur, but Lin Qingsu didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Pretending to be a loyal minister is only half done.

After being criticized by others for a few times, he suddenly said, "I think the king is wrong!" What does it mean to defect with the army he had been secretly accumulating?

Just because of the massacre of civilians?

What a joke!

Back in the Middle Ages, weren't there fewer massacres of unarmed civilians for food or other reasons?

Or are there fewer times when you have to watch people outside starve to death while you enjoy the luxury of fish and meat?

Why didn't you come out then?

Are you here to act like a big shot now?

Lin Qingsu does not hate opponents with whom he has no way to advance.

Even the likes of Kotomine Kirei, Faldius, Leif, and Ashiya Michiman.

They have their own pursuits and they are consistent.

Although the road was blocked and he did not approve of the path they took, he also did not think they did anything wrong.

Everyone has their own aspirations.

What he can't stand the most is the traitors who jump back and forth.

Or a double traitor who jumped twice in a row!

He's the ultimate traitor who pretends to be a loyal minister for a long time, but always turns against you at the most critical moment.

Damn thing!

You ungrateful animal!

If this was his subordinate, he would have locked him up in a small dark room, and then find a group of magicians to keep him hanging on to life, making him half-dead and conducting human experiments on him, severely torturing his body and soul.

Closer to home.

Lin Qingsu said: "I don't think you are right."

The world suddenly became silent, with no other sound except the whistling of the wind.

The Knights of the Round Table each gripped their weapons tightly.

Longominiard raised his eyes slightly, his expression still unchanged.

"I don't think there's any chance of human nature being saved."

"Even if there is a slight possibility, even if there is really no possibility, I will do it."

"But I'll help you."

Lancelot's eyes flickered slightly.

Gawain, Mordred, and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

They can be so cruel as to attack their colleagues for the sake of the king.

But for the king, attack the king...

A hint of disappointment flashed in the eyes of Lanmalok, Gareth and others.

They completely disagreed with Longominiard's approach.

More importantly, they felt extremely unfamiliar with this 'king'. In comparison, the male king they had never seen before was more like the Knight King they had been loyal to in the past.

It is for this reason that, under double negation, they decided to refuse to follow Lungominiad.

"I will help you get rid of all those who want to rebel against us."

"I will help you protect your 'city'."

"But as a condition, I will build a new city outside of that one for those humans who don't meet your expectations to live in."

"Let time decide who is right."

After saying this in one breath, Lin Qingsu looked at her, waiting for her answer.

After a while, Longominiard nodded slightly: "Okay."

......

The white holy city stands in the center of the desert.

In the palace.

A rectangular table was placed in the center of the palace.

Lin Qingsu sat at the end of the long table, while Aguguiwen was holding a report and talking about the recent battle achievements.