In Order to Become a Heroic Spirit, I Had to Do Things in History

But despite this, he is still the king of Britain, the king of knights.

"Hey, knights of Britain, raise your head." King Uther's hoarse voice came from the throne.

Everyone stood up straight and looked at this male lion who had been sick, hurt, and eroded by the years with all his teeth and mane with different expressions.

"I understand that my time is running out." King Uther held the throne with dry hands, but there was a slight smile on his pale face.

There was a commotion from the knights below.

"When I was young, when I first sat on the seat below me, I was very ambitious." King Uther said to himself, "In the beginning, I dreamed of conquering Ireland and Rome."

"Afterwards, I understood that delusions are always delusions. Britain had just recovered from the war at that time, and there was no way to start a war at all."

"So I thought about making Britain rich and strong."

"I did it. With your help, Britain's population has doubled and the economy has improved." King Uther patted the armrest of the throne with tears in his eyes.

Anno smiled lightly.

In farming and other places, he provided a lot of help to King Uther, and the residual vision of modern people played a big role in this era.

He was 17 when he came into this world and is now 34 years old. Many things have been forgotten with the years.

King Yosser stood up from the throne tremblingly, leaning on his scepter, and slowly walked out of Camelot's court step by step.

Annuo supported his friend who was a dozen years older than him, his king.

After a while, everyone came to a cemetery.

This is the only cemetery in the Camelot Royal City, where all the knights who died for Britain are buried.

King Uther walked to a boulder. This boulder was a piece of extraterrestrial meteorite iron, which was cut into cubes by Merlin and used by King Uther.

King Uther drew out his own sword, which was no longer the same sword that was used in the previous battle against Votigen.

Its name is "Cailbur".

King Uther stood beside the Meteorite, holding the Cailbur, brooding.

Suddenly, he exuded a terrifying and powerful aura.

This is the mysterious, wind power that belongs to Pendragon.

King Uther seemed to have become the fierce and fierce lion that he used to be.

The arm muscles bulged, and the Golden Sword of Victory was deeply inserted into the meteorite.

"The one who draws this sword is the new king of Britain." After saying this, King Uther left without looking back, accompanied by Anno and Merlin.

Leaving many knights talking about it.

"Put a sword to choose a king, this is what"

"This is too"

"Wang Xuanjian, Wang really has courage."

No one dared to try it.

On the way back to the royal court, King Uther took Anno's hand and said, "Sir Anno, among all the knights in Britain, you are the only one who I can safely hand over this country to you. Qualified to draw that sword."

King Uther's dim eyes gleamed, staring at Anno.

An Nuo was stunned, then smiled: "Wang, you know, I won't pull it out, even if I'm qualified."

===Chapter 29 Refused to be King===

Early the next morning, there was bad news from the Camelot Royal Court.

Uther Pendragon, the knight king who ruled Britain for 30 years, passed away.

Before the death of King Uther, he inserted his sword into the knight's cemetery, claiming that the one who drew the sword was the new king of Britain.

After the burial of King Uther, the court magician announced to leave the Camelot royal court and went to find the new king of Britain. The lord of the British chalk knights, Viscount Anno, disappeared with him.

Before he left Camelot, he disbanded the Knights of the Chalk, a knights who had made great contributions to Britain.

Together, these news detonated the entire Camelot.

Anno took Lancelot with Merlin on the way to Sir Hector's house.

They knew who the next king of Britain was, claiming that the search was just a cover for getting out.

After the death of King Uther, Camelot was a leaderless state. If the two of them were to control the situation with their current identities, they would only become the target of public criticism.

Although Anuo is powerful and holds real power, he really doesn't want to go to the muddy waters of politics. Isn't it good to have children at home every day?Honestly being a military lone minister is the best choice for Anno.

The Dumb King is still a little lacking in ability, so he wants to take a trip with Merlin with three children to exercise their abilities.

Kai is the oldest of the three and the most outgoing.

Lancelot, a shy boy, although not weak, is often too frizzy.

Artoria still has many unfinished courses, and Merlin has to teach her for another year.

"Are you really not going to try that sword? As the king said, you have the qualifications to become the King of Britain." Merlin's mouth always had a smile on his face.

"Yes, father." Lancelot also agreed.

"Shut up, Lancelot." Anno gave Lancelot a stern look, then turned his head to look at Merlin helplessly, "Being the king of Britain is not my destiny, Merlin, don't say such things again. already."

Lancelot scratched the back of his head and coughed awkwardly.

"Okay." Merlin didn't care at all, just smiled.

Camelot City.

The former princess, Morgan Feller, came to the knight's cemetery.

She looked at the golden sword of victory inserted in the meteorite iron, her face gloomy like a pool of stagnant water.

But she still walked forward, slender fingers wrapped in black gloves gripping the hilt of the sword.

With a little force, the sword does not move at all.

With all his strength, the sword remained motionless.

Morgan Feller gritted his teeth bitterly, snorted coldly, and left the knight's cemetery.

This good father of his own, it seems that he never planned to pass the throne to himself.

The people around who were watching in secret saw that Morgan Ferrer failed to draw his sword and ran to tell him.

They never dared to draw their swords, just because they were afraid of this Princess Morganefeller.

But now that she has failed, with the help of King Uther, they pull out and they are the kings of Britain.

The already greedy heart suddenly became more presumptuous.

For a time, the knight cemetery was overcrowded.

The tombs of the ancestors were trampled and trampled.

Many knights tried to draw the sword of the king's choice, but none of them were successful.

"Only the most perfect knight can draw this sword." A knight who failed to draw the sword said this sentence in despair, and then left in a daze.

===Chapter 30 Departure from Inhuman Realm===

"Mr. Anno, Lancelot, and Mr. Merlin?" Arturia, who was putting horses on a meadow, looked at the three people riding on the horses and was a little surprised.

I was surprised because the time interval between Anno's visit was too short, the two times were only more than a month and less than two months.

And this time I came with Merlin.

She couldn't help but carry a terrible conjecture in her heart.

"Leah." Lancelot greeted friendly.

Merlin smiled and did not speak, while Anno looked at the young girl with a complicated expression.

More, still regret.

Arturia has never been exposed to what a girl of this age should go through. She was raised as a man since she was a child, and now, at the age of less than 15, she is about to become the king of a country.

Anno really thought about not letting the girl who was destined to be sad at the end become the king, and took that seat by himself, but every time he saw the old face of King Yosser, every time he thought of Artoria swearing to him that he would protect this country. , his originally not strong desire will be quietly extinguished.

Just suffering for this child.

Anno stretched out his hand to pat Leah's head, but his hand stopped in mid-air, and finally hung down.

She will be his king, even if she is not yet, it is better to get rid of it as soon as possible.

"Lea, we are here to tell you a message." Anno's voice was low.

Arturia swallowed, and the hand holding the reins trembled slightly.

Lancelot turned his head away in embarrassment. In the years he lived in Camelot, he had seen many faces of King Uther. This stern and kind elder on the surface gave him a lot of knightly lessons. Lancelot was also saddened by his departure.

Merlin sighed slightly and said nothing.

"Your biological father, the King of Knights of Britain, Uther Pendragon, has passed away." After Anno finished speaking, he fell into silence.

As if struck by lightning, Artoria froze in place.

The wind rustled across the lawn.

"How?" Artoria still had some feelings for this father who had only met a few times.

"We are here this time to pick you up, to make the final preparations for you to ascend the throne." Merlin said aside.

"Let's go to Hector's house first." Anno shook his head and patted Merlin on the shoulder.

After a while.

"That's the way it is, so we're leaving now with Arturia," Anno said to Ser Hector.

"My king, my king," Sir Hector burst into tears and was very sad.

He had been with the king since his youth, and was the most loyal and affectionate person to King Uther in all of Britain.