Type-Moon, a human love simulator

Chapter 56 Beauty is only worthy of the strong!
Kelar almost died of laughter. In the original trajectory, even the most loyal Aguiwen thought that his aunt Lily was more suitable to be a king than his own complicated and contradictory biological mother.

And he was distorted by the education of Merlin, the scumbag, and became a "perfect king" without blood, tears, warmth, and understanding of human hearts.

The current Altria is far better than the original one. Not only has she received an imperial education, she also has three or four years of experience in governance. She and Kelar have gone deep into the grassroots and witnessed the lives of ordinary people...

Such an impeccable king has few rivals even in the whole world. It is nothing more than that Artoria is confident and says with confidence that she will become Arthur the Great who surpasses all the Roman emperors.

Not only is his political skills so sophisticated, his strength has also reached the level of a first-rate hero at such a young age. If he had a suitable weapon, it would not be impossible for him to fight against enemies of a higher level.

"Morgan, there's actually nothing to fight for on this throne."

Kelar patted Morgan's hand and advised: "You have a large territory anyway, so why don't you learn from me and be a noble lord who enjoys his life. Don't always think about fighting for the throne. You have to know that Lily is also a British dragon..."

Morgan shook his head and said stubbornly: "You don't understand, what I'm fighting for is not just the throne!"

"What is that?" Kailarchi asked, "It can't be that they are trying to steal someone's life, right? There's no such thing as a beauty that can only be possessed by the strong!"

"How can it be!!!"

Morgan's voice rose several notches for some reason, so loud that it almost attracted the attention of bystanders. She seemed to have noticed this, and her voice returned to normal. She snorted and said, "Who am I, Morgan? How could I snatch someone from others?"

"Humph! Is there anyone in Britain who is worth fighting for?"

Perhaps her arrogant image was deeply rooted in Kelar's heart, Morgan's stubborn and extreme reaction did not arouse Kelar's suspicion.

Morgan felt a little regretful after she had spoken stubbornly, but she couldn't admit it, let alone take back what she had said. She felt very uncomfortable and her pretty face was a little conflicted.

"I hope Kelar didn't misunderstand me. There is actually one person worth fighting for..."

I don't want to say that, but I don't know why.

Morgan was feeling depressed and thought anxiously: "Well, I guess I'm not hated. I'm so annoyed!"

Morgan lowered his head and struggled with his arrogant nature. He thought for a long time, and when he turned around, he saw Kelar leaning against the bay window of the castle, staring out of the window in a trance, with a cold and calm expression...

His already outstanding appearance, coupled with his stern look at this moment, further highlights Kelar's attributes as a handsome young man.

“He’s so handsome.”

"But what is Kelar thinking about? Is he thinking about me too..."

Morgan was full of thoughts here, but what was Kelar thinking about?

"..."

"Well... I built so much cake for nothing, but in the end I didn't even get to eat a single bite of it. I'm so disappointed!"

Kelar thought to himself, "I thought it was just a small birthday party for three or four people. Besides, the cake is just an appetizer, so it doesn't matter if I make a little less. But so many people showed up all of a sudden."

"No, the more I think about it, the angrier I get. Besides, I'm so hungry. I'm not full at all... Well, it's decided. When we have the roasted pig later, I want to eat the whole thing. I want to perform a show in front of everyone: I eat a pig in three bites!"

Thinking of this, a mysterious smile emerged on Kelar's face. Morgan's heart trembled when he saw it. Why did Kelar suddenly smile? Did he see through my thoughts?

He is worthy of being called the saint of Britain. Is there anyone wiser than Kelar in the entire British island?
Morgan couldn't help but sigh with emotion. Although Kelar was once her disciple, his achievements and abilities have far surpassed hers. The Celts like to eat pork, especially wild boar. As a fishing and hunting nation, the Celts believe that domestic pigs are not wild. Only wild boars running wildly in the mountains and forests are the delicacy of Celtic warriors.

In fact, to put it bluntly, the wild boars in the forest have gone through the survival of the fittest in nature. The domestic pigs in captivity will not be abandoned if they are in poor health. The wild boars often fight with other animals, so they will naturally become stronger, and the chance of becoming a monster is much greater than that of domestic pigs.

Before, Kelar went into the mountains and caught three wild boars, one of which reached the level of a magical beast. Its bones and blood had miraculous effects and could even be used as spellcasting materials to reduce the consumption of magic power.

"These are three wild boars that I hunted myself. Should they be enough for everyone?"

As Kelar spoke, he tore off a roasted pig's front leg and finished eating it while he was talking.

Altria knew Kelar too well. While he was still speaking politely, the little lion had already eaten two pig legs at an astonishing speed and was moving on to the ribs...

Well, when it comes to eating, no one can beat her (sure)!

Upon seeing this, Kelar swallowed the polite words he had prepared, sat down and started eating, making the barbecue as fast as drinking meat, and his speed was no slower than that of Altria.

Morgan was dumbfounded. She couldn't help but pull the childish ghost who was having an "eating competition" with Altria and asked: "Kai, are you in Maple Ridge so poor? You don't have enough food to eat on weekdays or what..."

"Get out of the way, women will only slow down my eating speed!"

Unfortunately, Kelar was in no mood to answer Morgan's question at this moment because he was about to lose.

"I'm done eating!" Artoria put down the bone she had chewed clean, wiped her greasy mouth gracefully, looked at Kelar with a little pride, and made a "yeah" gesture.

"Oyster!"

Kelar lowered his head in disappointment: "I lost. Please, it's all your fault..."

These two people ate a whole pig each. The rest of the people who hadn't eaten yet were dumbfounded. It seemed that they were just joking when they were dividing the cake. When it came to the real situation of eating, these two people would not laugh and joke with you.

Of course, the remaining pig is indeed the best one, and has become a wild boar at the level of a monster.

Although the Celts were brutal and cruel on the battlefield, they also had the hospitable habits of all fishing and hunting peoples, and would use their best things to entertain their guests.

Gao Wen pulled Aguiwen hesitantly and whispered, "According to what mother said, this will be the master we need to be loyal to in the future. I am a little worried about who will serve as the assistant officer in charge of logistics."

Gao Wen joked, "Our lord eats too much. The logistics pressure must be very great. What if there is a shortage of military rations?"

"..." Agguiwen looked serious and hard as iron. He nodded seriously and said, "This is indeed a problem. I will advise the king to store food in the capital at all times. If there is no other way, then I will be the only assistant officer."

After the banquet, Morgan did not return Kelar's exclusive weapon, the Sword of Truth. Instead, he just let him take a look at it and then took it away.

No, it should be said that he let Artoria and King Uther take a look.

Hi~ Who said I'm stupid?

The witch with black stockings tied around her flesh was not stupid at all at this time.

(End of this chapter)