Sage's Queen's Cultivation Diary

"Lily, is he your father?" Cavel took Uther's hand away from him with a look of disgust, and Cavel's face was full of doubts.Not to mention why the king of a country has nothing to do and ran to such a remote place, just comparing the size difference between the big one on the other side and the petite one here, it has to make people suspicious.

"Perhaps...really." Lily looked at Uther, who was taller than her teacher by a head, and then at herself who could only reach Cavel's neck with the dumb hair, her tone was equally hesitant .

"I've never met my father, and I don't know what he looks like. But Merlene shouldn't lie to me."

"Really." After dispelling a little bit of suspicion, Cavill began to re-examine the two people in front of him.

Uther Pendragon.King of Camelot, King Uther, undead warrior.

In Cavel's memory, this man named Uther is a great king and a great warrior.Although it is far less legendary than King Arthur, who is often talked about by later generations, his name is naturally worthy of being praised by the world for being able to write his own strong stroke in the long river of history.

"pity."

It's a pity that the virtuous king is always lonely, and the virtuous king is always lonely.The name of the wise king will be enshrined as a god, and the voice of the wise king will be recorded in history.So the virtuous king will die alone, maybe on the cold throne, maybe in front of the charge of the two armies, or maybe in front of the people he loves so much.

No matter where you die, you will always be alone. The people will cry sadly and pray devoutly, but no one will lift up the fallen king, which is an unforgivable blasphemy to them.

"You...are you really King Uther?" The answer has long been known, from the gray eyes of the man in front of him, full of lifelessness.

"Haha! You still don't believe it? It's no wonder, I wouldn't believe it if it were me." Uther smiled heartily, his blond hair like Lily's was pushed back by him, revealing his resolute face.

"But no matter what you think, I am King Uther, and no one else dares to call himself Uther except me!"

In the gloomy eyes is the arrogance and pride that make people admire, which is not something that can appear on the body of a fake.Slightly bowing, Cavel saluted the king who should be respected.

"Then, please go back, Your Majesty."

The respected king always does the most arrogant wrong thing, and then bears it all, King Uther has already carried the sins of the whole Camelot, and now his selfish and stupid purpose that seems to Kavel It was obvious, "I know the purpose of your coming here to take Lily away, so please allow me to refuse."

"..."

Uther was silent.It was the first time that the monarch of the Kingdom of Camelot was rejected so simply. After looking at Kavel for a long time, he withdrew his smile, which finally turned into a soft sigh.

"Melin, you are wrong, this guy is nothing like me."

"Envy?"

"Maybe, I have fought in the battlefield for so many years, gained fame, status, and strength, but I have gained so much, but I can no longer have my own will like him."

"This is your own choice, not worthy of pity."

"Really..." Hearing Mei Lin's words, Uther showed an ugly smile.

"You really still hate me."

King Uther, the great king, the immortal king, the dying king, at this moment, the face of this king seemed to have aged dozens of years in an instant, giving people a feeling of old age, and he no longer lost the arrogance of a king.

Pulling out a fancy two-handed sword from his waist, there was a wry smile on his mouth.

"I'm sorry, my partner. For next year's ceremony, I can only cast you into this shape. I hope you won't be too angry."

The sword was held in Uther's hand, shining golden light.

"Foreigner!" Uther pointed his sword at Cavel, his thick voice was strangely solemn at this time, "How far into the future have you seen?"

"It's far away." Caville was not surprised that his identity was exposed. Since the other party has a magician like Mei Lin who knows the past and the present, it will only be a matter of time. "Further than you think."

"How is Britain?"

"Well, although there have been glories and declines, he has always existed in this world."

"That's good." Uther smiled, "What about Arthur?"

"She will be a king much greater than you, she will be admired by thousands of people, she will become an epic legend, and she will lead Britain to unprecedented strength."

The future king of Britain was looking at her teacher and father with wide eyes. She guessed something from their conversation, but she still couldn't believe it.

"Then why are you stopping me? Isn't it what you teachers are supposed to do to witness the success of your students!"

"You should know this kind of thing best."

That's right, only a king can understand a king, and Ming Zhi's pain of becoming a king is still imposed on Lily, and Uther's actions make Caville feel angry from the bottom of his heart.

"It's painful, the feeling of being at the top." As if to vent his inner anger, Caville continued.

"Then let me tell you, Lily, who was pushed to the throne by you, will be far more painful than you. She will feel betrayed by everyone, she will live in loneliness all her life, and she will die alone in Avalon with confusion!"

"It's all for Britain!"

"That's why the British dynasty belonging to Pendragon is destined to be destroyed!" After roaring, Cavel ignored the disbelief on Uther's face, walked straight to him, and pulled up his collar.

"King, you shouldn't be aloof. Your idea of ​​being able to bear everything is not as great as you think. You are just selfishly, complacently, and proudly depriving your subjects of their will!"

"Of course, in this way they can live without worry! The great king will provide them with the direction to go forward, and will always stand at the forefront to guard them. They don't have to think about anything, just stand behind the king. , after all, they have always been like this, and their king has always been like this."

"Enough!" Mei Lin's slightly flustered voice sounded, and the development of the situation was somewhat beyond her expectation.

"But what if the king leaves them? The walls guarding the beasts collapse. Can the Celts, who are used to being protected, take up the courage to fight? No! Because their king has taken away their will, their king Let them give up thinking, their king always opens the way for them alone!"

"So, the Celts who have lost their will are doomed to perish! You will be pushed to the gallows by your own hands!"

"I've said enough!"

"Not enough! Not enough!" Cavel let go of Uther, turned around and put his hand on Lily's face, forcing the corner of her mouth into a smiling face.

"Do you know! When this child was captured by adventurers and fled to my house, his face was exactly the same as yours now! I know your difficulties and the sacrifices you made for Britain. I admit that you are indeed great , but you put such a big burden on such a girl, and you are so despicable that it makes me want to vomit!"

"So I'm sorry, I won't give Lily to you, I finally made this silly girl smile, I finally made her friends, I finally found my hope of living, how can I let you be so selfish Guy takes it all!"

Yes, in the final analysis, I am also selfish, and the preaching of a selfish villain sounds so ridiculous.But even so, Cavill is determined to change the girl's miserable future.

"Really, is our Britain destined to be destroyed..." Uther murmured, his gray eyes looked at Meilin. Consciously moved his eyes away, extinguishing the only luck left in Uther's heart.

"You are really gentle, Merlin." The King of Camelot said this, and the exquisitely carved two-handed sword was retracted into its sheath by himself.

Walking in front of Caville, User looked at Lily, and there was a moment of tenderness in his vicissitudes of life. He turned around, but the figure of Wei An became a little shorter. Meilin gave Caville a complicated look, and followed Uther's footsteps.

"You're dying." Looking at Uther who was about to leave, Cavel said flatly, and then shook his head at Lily who was a little shaken by hearing this sentence.

"..." Uther didn't stop, the future of Britain's destruction seemed to have crushed everything about him, and now he was nothing more than a walking corpse.

"The future is such a nasty thing."

"It's the year 499 of the Imperial Calendar." Carville continued his story.

"And King Arthur will succeed in 500."

That's right, in Cavill's memory, if there is no deviation between the so-called imperial calendar and the chronology of his original world, then next year Camelot will usher in a gentle and powerful new king.

Arthur Pendragon.

The birth of the new king means the fall of the old king, that is to say, Uther must die before Lily pulls out the sword in the stone.

"Yeah~ I'm dying..." Uther's voice came over, indescribably depressed.

"Yeah, you're dying." Before next year, the King of Camelot's glorious life was coming to an end.

"Lily, did you see it?" Caville retracted his gaze from Uther, lowered his head and asked the restless girl, "This is the end of your father's pretentious life."

"teacher....."

"So, after you become king, you must not follow his old path." The plain words came out of Cavel's mouth, making Usher and Meilin stop, "Got it?"

"It's no longer necessary. Since Britain is doomed to perish, there is no need to do these useless struggles." Uther turned his head, his dazzling blond hair was a little dull, he smiled, and his tone was somewhat self-deprecating, "After all, The future cannot be changed."

"No, no, no." Facing Uther's self-abandonment, Cavel just smiled and lowered his head to Lily and blinked, and gently pushed the girl to Uther's front, their eyes met.

The first face-to-face between the child and his father, or the handover of the new king of Britain and the old king, made Cavill feel a little emotional.

"Look, old Uther, the girl in front of you now is very different from the Arthur in my memory, that is to say!" Cavel spread his hands.

"The future, hasn't it been changed!"