I weave my destiny in parallel time and space

Under the cliff with the sword in the stone, Xia Ya didn't know when he appeared there.

He silently raised his head and looked at the hilt of the sword that was mostly submerged in the cliff. He raised his hand, and a burst of energy flew out from the sword in the stone, forming a ball of light in Xia Ya's hand.

That was the power of destiny Chara poured into it when she was casting the Sword in the Stone, but at this moment, the Sword of the King's Choice has completed its mission.

Char did not set any rules such as the knight's code when he made this sword, so even if Arthur violated the knight's code, it would not break.

But apparently, the power of fate also affected Arthur.

He closed his palms, and the power of fate disappeared from his hands.

At the same time, a voice came from behind him.

"I knew you'd be here."

Charia was not surprised. He turned back and looked at Arthur standing behind him.

Standing next to him was a man in military uniform with short red hair. He was a head taller than Arthur, about 1.8 meters tall, very burly, with two obvious nasolabial folds on both sides of his nose, but overall very handsome.

It is Arthur's confidant, the red wolf Wolf.

He was looking at himself curiously.

Xia Ya smiled, looked at the sword and joked.

"It took me more than a week to make this sword, and you just threw it away so casually?"

Hearing these words, Wolfe's pupils shrank slightly, and he looked at the back of the mysterious man in front of him with slight surprise.

He suspected that he had heard wrongly.

But then, Arthur's next words negated his suspicion.

"I also guessed that this sword has something to do with you."

Arthur stood beside Char and looked at the sword.

"After all, this sword is so similar to the sword you use, even the style has not changed much.

A generally practical long sword would not have so many flashy gems and gold. "

The corner of Xia Ya's mouth raised an imperceptible arc.

"You are indeed different from the past. You have learned to be sarcastic."

Arthur shrugged, "Those officials in the imperial capital, if you talk to them nicely, they won't listen to you."

Char turned to look at Arthur, "Would you like to have afternoon tea with me?"

Arthur raised his eyebrows and said, "Of course, I happen to have some time now."

"It may take some time." Xia Ya said.

Arthur frowned slightly. He thought for a moment, then turned to Wolfe and said, "Go back and tell the others that I will handle some private matters."

"My emperor." Wolfe came back to his senses and hesitated to speak.

"Don't worry, I won't be in danger." Arthur said.

Wolfe raised his head and looked at Char.

"You can call me Merlin." Xia smiled.

Bairin

Wolfe frowned, as if he had indeed heard this name somewhere.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

The memory of this name also flashed through his mind.

His pupils shrank slightly and he raised his head sharply.

But Char and Arthur had already disappeared.

The two of them turned into two black shadows and flew towards the distance.

They returned to Sky Island and came to the balcony outside the principal where Char and Alicia had sunbathed together.

The hot tea on the table is steaming, and it looks like it was brewed not long ago.

Arthur gradually came back to his senses. He looked around slightly absentmindedly, at the sea of ​​clouds reflecting the sun in the distance and the magnificent castle.

They are now on an island floating in the sky.

Arthur can't describe his feelings now, but Chinese students from the 21st century will obviously feel the same way.

After all, everyone will encounter this kind of thing a few times after graduating from school.

"Have you moved to another place?" Arthur said.

"No." Xia Ya sat on the armchair and poured a cup of tea for herself and Arthur, "This is another place, the place we live in has not changed.

This is a school, a school that specializes in teaching magic.

Alicia also works as a teacher at this school.

It's called Hogwarts. "

Arthur looked around and asked, "Did this school exist a long time ago?"

"If you are talking about the school called Hogwarts, then it did exist very early. If you are talking about this school, then it was established not long ago."

Arthur nodded thoughtfully, "I understand."

He picked up the tea cup on the side and took a sip. During this period, he had been leading troops to fight. Because of assassinations from time to time, he had never sat down and relaxed like this before.

"Are you really planning not to use that sword anymore?" Xia Ya asked.

Arthur's eyes darkened.

“You were there when I took my oath.

Now, an innocent mother died at my hands.

I can no longer hold that sword. "

Xia Ya leaned lazily on the armchair and whispered, "Life is short, and everyone can choose how to live, whether it is self-interest or dedication, and everyone can get self-satisfaction from it.

But in this world, when you gain something, you will also lose something.

You abide by the spirit of chivalry and want to be a noble person, and you have a high bottom line in your heart.

I can understand the self-satisfaction you get from this.

But this can also become your weakness.

Your enemy will not be a noble person. "

"I will not change my beliefs because of others." Arthur looked at the white clouds in the distance and said, "Even without that sword, I can still defeat my enemies."

Xia Ya curled her lips, picked up the tea cup on one side and took a sip without saying anything else.

If the king follows the will of others, then the king will not be a king.

"I experimented with my idea in West France." Arthur said slowly, "I changed this country into a republic, but the effect seems to be unsatisfactory."

He looked at Char, "I let the people choose their own rulers. This sounds really good, but in practice there are many problems.

People's education level is not high, and most people don't understand politics. They know very little about the people they can choose from, and most of them can only vote randomly.

In order to let the people know themselves as quickly as possible and get more votes, the candidates have tried every means to increase their momentum, package themselves, and make various promises to the people, some of which are even completely illusory.

But many people believe it to be true.

And the most important thing is that those who can create the greatest momentum become the best candidates, and only those who control newspapers, can guide the direction of public opinion, and have funds can support such momentum.

In the end it became a meritocracy.

In this way, mass politics is always limited to a narrow scope, and voters can only vote among a limited number of people.