I'm really not an old sword

"Just keep doing your job, farming and working, and I'll protect you."

After comforting the people, Lin Qingsu walked to a camp surrounded by wooden fences.

I saw a familiar figure in the heavy rain

"Funi."

"His Majesty?!"

Fanny was startled, but the child who was separated from her by a fence started shouting excitedly.

"It's the King!"

"Ah, and Instructor Percival and Instructor Galahad! That's Lord Mordred! Lord Lancelot!..."

The children in the pen gathered around.

The loud shouts called out all the children who were running in the rain on the playground and some children in the tents.

"Are you watching the kids?"

Fanny nodded nervously.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

Lin Qingsu was about to speak when her attention was attracted by the active children in the railing and she walked to the edge of the fence.

"It's really the King!"

Lin Qingsu smiled and asked curiously, "It's raining so hard, why are you still running outside?"

"Lord Percival said it's called...it's called..."

"You're so stupid! Lord Percival just told me the other day that this is called weight training!"

"I'm not stupid!"

The children inside the fence started laughing and playing, forming a sharp contrast with the anxious adults outside the fence.

Rushde asked, "Your Majesty, what happened in the explosion in the city just now?"

"He's just a petty thief who doesn't know how to live or die."

"The instructor is so useless!"

The children showed disgusted expressions, and Percival and Galahad smiled helplessly.

Upon hearing this, the other Knights of the Round Table smiled bitterly and looked at each other.

It's really useless.

With the presence of these Knights of the Round Table, the assassin was able to break into the depths of the Holy City without being noticed and had to be discovered by the king, who almost injured him.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty! When I grow up, I will definitely be more powerful than the instructors. Then I will protect Your Majesty!"

"Tsk! You, the last one, still want to protect His Majesty! I will protect His Majesty, and you, the last one, should just do the odd jobs and teach the students."

"You wanna fight?!"

"Just fight, no matter who you are afraid of!"

Lin Qingsu smiled as she watched the children playing and laughing inside the fence.

Talk to them one by one and answer their questions.

After a long time, he asked several upright knights to take the children back to the tent and cook some broth for them to keep away the cold.

"What do you think of them?"

'They' refers not only to the children, but also to the adults.

Lin Qingsu spoke vaguely.

But for Guinevere, even if Lin Qingsu just sang a scale, she would understand what he meant.

She held his hand and hugged his arm, as if trying to use her soft body to relax him.

"I will always be with you, my king."

"That's not what I'm asking you."

"I will always be with you." Guinevere just stubbornly but infatuatedly repeated: "Until eternity."

Lin Qingsu smiled helplessly. Although the answer was irrelevant to the question, she had to admit that he did relax a little.

"Call back the other Knights of the Round Table."

......

A dark shadow suddenly appeared in the dark alley.

He knelt on one knee with his sword in hand.

The dark blue flames representing the eyes dimmed, and a painful sound of bones rubbing against each other seemed to come from the throat.

"He bore the goddess's wrathful blow."

The sound of footsteps, neither light nor heavy, appeared in this deserted town.

A frivolous laugh was heard: "You look very embarrassed, Wang Hassan."

Wang Hassan raised his head, with a faint blue flame dancing in his eyes, as he looked at the man with different-colored hair in a kimono who was walking towards him.

"I'm here to seek cooperation."

Ashiya Doman stopped when he was five meters away from Wang Hassan.

"Although according to our factions, we are enemies that cannot coexist."

"After all, my king wants to build a new world, and you want to continue this world."

"But after all, we now have a common enemy."

"As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend, isn't it?"

The blue ghost fire in Wang Hassan's eyes flickered slightly.

He did not draw his greatsword.

This is what the 'master' that Ashiya Michiman is currently loyal to wants to pursue.

It was to travel back 46 billion years to the time before the birth of this planet, to experience the moment when the 'celestial body' in this realm was born, and to take possession of all the energy at that time.

In other words, it means making yourself a "new celestial body" and creating a new world without death.

And King Hassan and the beings behind him want to continue the history of the planet.

The two are mortal enemies with no room for reconciliation.

However, now, a variable suddenly appeared between the two of them.

The goddess Longomeniad.

And Arthur Pendragon.

Originally, the goddess Longominid was troublesome, but not to be feared.

No matter how strong she is, with her personality, they have many ways to deal with her as long as they have enough time.

But Arthur's appearance changed all that.

The goddess Longominid, who was originally indifferent to everything, would listen to him and care about his existence.

But what Arthur seeks is more dangerous than what the goddess Longomeniade does.

If we say that after the success of what the goddess Longominiade did, the benefits were biased towards Ashiya Doman's side; then what Lin Qingsu did was to be stuck just right between the two sides.

The planet's will and Valhalla are fighting the devil and his minions.

Suddenly, Arthur jumped out from the middle.

He does not seek to destroy, nor does he seek to continue the future of official history.

He wanted to build a new empire that would last forever.

He wants to continue the history of the "Singularity" and save everyone he can see.

This is an outcome that neither side can accept.

Goetia sent the demon gods into the future and introduced several breaking points into the course of human history, causing it to collapse.

But what Arthur did would keep it going.

What the planet's will and the heroic spirits want is the continuation of official history.

What Arthur does also threatens official history because he wants to create a new history.

If the two are compared to two points, then Arthur is the obstacle in the line connecting the two, suddenly jumping out and speaking to both parties.

"Stop fighting! If you want to fight someone, kill me first!"

It was as if when two legions were fighting fiercely, a giant MT suddenly jumped out and started a group taunt.

It made fun of both sides.

Unfortunately, when the Demon King and Valhalla discovered him, he had already become a powerful force. A single Crown or Demon God could not wipe out the Holy Sword User who was protected by the Goddess, and they could not send multiple Crowns or Demon Gods to attack him without restraint.

There is a fixed quota for history.

For example.

In an era, due to various factors such as war and chaos, one or more heroes or great men will emerge.

There will also be a few evil people who oppose them.

But the stage of this era is so small.

Only these few people can appear. If there are more, it will go against the rules and violate the rationality of the times.

You can sneak a little in there without being noticed.

But if you stuff too much.

Just like a balloon filled with water, it cannot withstand the huge force that does not belong to this period of history, but its result is not destruction.

Instead, it will create a chaotic future that neither side can foresee.

It doesn't matter if we stuff in those unknown little people, but their power is simply not enough to reverse this era.

Then we can only cooperate.

After thinking it all through, Wang Hassan looked at him deeply, turned around and blended into the dark rain.

Ashiya Doman looked at him with a smile, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "It's a pleasure to cooperate with you."

Chapter 15: Guinevere with a Fever

"What do you want to do, Your Majesty?"

In the palace corridor, Galahad and Percival stood in front of the huge French windows and watched the rain.

With their physical fitness, they are no longer afraid of the severe cold.

However, thinking of His Majesty's calm demeanor just now, which was like the calm before a volcanic eruption, Galahad began to feel uneasy.

"Maybe he wants to kill someone."

Galahad was silent for a long time and then heaved a long sigh.

"What does it have to do with us?" Percival said, "Your Majesty is different from my king. He knows our personalities. Our mission is simply to stay in this city, teach the children, and protect the civilians. As for those matters, Mordred and the others will handle them."

"As for the rest, don't worry about it, don't think about it, or..."

Percival placed his hand on Galahad's shoulder: "I will free you."

There is no murderous intent, only a plain narration.

Galahad couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The traces of betrayal are difficult to erase.

Because of his father Lancelot's previous 'betrayal', everyone except Gareth had a thorn in their hearts.

Even though he, as a son, was not involved at that time.

However, this was the first time that Percival had warned him so directly.