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

He took out the longbow-shaped harp from behind and played it quietly.

The breeze gently stroked Tristan's long red hair, and there was a slight smile on his calm face.

And Isolde just smiled and looked at Tristan playing solo under the moon, neither of them said anything to break the silence.

But the sound of the piano can sometimes lead to something.

A figure appeared not far from Tristan.

Tristan stopped playing warily and looked at the man.

Princess Isolde was a little puzzled: "Sir Tristan, what's the matter?"

Tristan murmured, "Isolde, someone's here."

Hearing this, Isolde looked at the bright moon sitting in the sky, feeling a little cold, and couldn't help hiding behind Tristan.

Tristan's hand was on the rapier hanging from his waist, and he looked at the figure with a very impolite tone.

A rustling sound came.

A tall figure walked from the shadows into the moonlight.

Short, crisp purple hair, and shiny silver plate armor that reflects in the moonlight.

Tristan knew this man, and his name was Lancelot, son of Anno, the British chalk.

When his uncle's country was destroyed by Anno, he had a side with these knights.

But in Tristan's impression, Lancelot is a serious, brave and combative person, but there seems to be something wrong with Lancelot now.

At this time, Lancelot was full of alcohol, his face was flushed, he would occasionally hiccups, and he was staggering when he walked.

This is, drinking too much?

Tristan frowned and called out tentatively, "Mr. Lancelot?"

Lancelot didn't respond, just staggered towards Tristan's direction.

"Ugh..." A whimper came from his throat.

Tristan felt a little weird.

Such a voice should never appear on a knight.

Lancelot drank a lot at the court banquet and ran out of the city on horseback. He was drunk and heard the sound of Tristan's piano, so he was attracted.

"Arthur... Lea... woo..." Lancelot whimpered and made an inexplicable voice.

At this time, the sound of horse hooves came from a distance.

Isolde and Tristan's attention was drawn to the past.

I saw a knight with long black hair galloping over on a horse.

Tristan sighed, he really chose a bad place to play the piano today.

He recognized the knight, who was the father of Lancelot, who had fallen unconscious on the ground, that is, Anno.

Anno dismounted and did not choose to talk to Tristan Isolde first, but leaned over to check Lancelot's situation.

It turns out that Lancelot was simply drunk.

Anno sighed deeply, his eyes turned to the vigilant Tristan and Isolde behind him.

After thinking about it in his mind, Anno remembered a name: "You are... Prince Tristan of Mark Country?"

===Chapter 56 Mark's Prince===

Tristan was surprised: "Qing Annuo...you actually know the name of the next person?"

Anno was a little old, and nodded calmly: "I usually remember the politicians in the surrounding countries of Britain, I remember the Mark Kingdom, it was destroyed by me, then Lord Tristan, you came to the hinterland of Britain. …”

While speaking, he put his hand on the hilt of 【Chalk】.

Tristan motioned for Isolde to stand back and swallowed, "I have no intention of becoming an enemy of Britain..."

Anno threw the drunk Lancelot on the horse's back and patted the horse's neck.

The horse left Lancelot on the back, and Anno's eyes returned to the vigilant Tristan.

"It doesn't matter, but you are a hidden danger after all... I won't let Britain fall into even possible danger, so..." Anno glanced at Isolde, "However, let the lady leave first."

Isolde consciously backed away, looking at his loved ones with hope and confidence.

But Tristan is not so confident anymore. He had been thinking about attacking Anno or escaping with Isolde just now, but Anno's actual attention had been following him, making him unable to move at all.

The chalk came out of its sheath, and a drop of cold sweat dripped from Tristan's temples.

"Then, I'm going." Anno shouted in a deep voice.

Tristan only felt the shadow coming, and he hurriedly raised his saber to parry.

Ping!

The two swords split at the touch of a button, but while Anno stood still, Tristan took a few steps back.

The sword he uses is a rapier, usually using his own speed to outwit his opponent.

But now that the speed is not inferior to him, Annuo, who is practical still with a broad-edged sword, instantly falls behind.

Annuo's strength was unforgiving, and the powerful slashes came one after another. Although Tristan could keep up with the speed, his strength was weak, and he was defeated by Annuo.

Isolde on the side tried to support and shouted loudly: "Master Tristan, don't lose to this uncle!"

Tired of parrying, Tristan's pupils shrank when he heard Isolde's voice.

Anno grabbed the neutral block and slashed at the side of Tristan's rapier.

Tristan's saber snapped, and his entire body was pushed by the enormous force to roll on the ground several times, and his smooth red long hair became messy.

"Master Tristan!" Isolde shouted in horror.

Tristan clutched his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood donation. Just as he was about to look up, he found that Anno had put the sword on his neck.

Tristan threw the half dagger in his hand and smiled bitterly: "I lost."

Anno was not overjoyed: "I've been crazy for a few years, and I've taken advantage of it."

"It doesn't matter, my swordsmanship is indeed not as good as yours." Tristan was very free and easy, "Go ahead, Mr. Anno, if you can, please let me have a decent funeral, and don't let me expose my corpse to the wilderness. Also, don't kill Isol. Germany."

Anno nodded: "The knight will not do anything to the lady, then, goodbye, Prince of Mark."

As he spoke, he held up the chalk.

"No! Don't kill him!" A flustered and sad voice came from one side.

Isolde pounced at the fastest speed in his life, protecting Tristan with his back before Anno's sword fell.

Anno frowned.

The chalk in his hand stopped in mid-air.

At this moment, the fifth person who came to the wilderness at midnight appeared.

===Chapter 57 Arthur is a woman?===

Different from the arrogance in the wilderness, the newlyweds in the Camelot Royal Court still continued the awkward atmosphere of the day.

Arthur shook his head, trying to calm himself down.

Guinevere saw what Arthur seemed to want to say, she smiled and said, "Wang, what do you want to say, as a wife, I will listen carefully."

Arthur was stunned, scratched the back of his head, and wanted to play with his stupid hair after a long absence.

Arthur was thinking about what to say, while Guinevere was smiling and waiting quietly.

Arthur smiled bitterly and sat beside Guinevere.

"My queen, what I want to say is the cruel truth to you. Even so, do you want to know?"

Guinevere took Arthur's hand and kissed the back of her hand. "I have it for you, my king."

Arthur took a deep breath, and in Guinevere's reddish eyes, he took off his dress.

However, it is not the strong muscles that are revealed, but the truth that Arthur has deceived an entire country.

"That's what I'm going to tell you, my queen, Guinevere." Arthur's chest was bandaged, hiding the king's secret.

Guinevere looked at Arthur, her pupils shrinking, showing an expression of disbelief.

"King Arthur...a woman?" she muttered to herself, covering her mouth.

Outside Camelot City.

Tristan grabbed Isolde by the shoulders: "Princess, are you trying to shame my knighthood?"

Isolde sobbed softly: "I just don't want you to die, Cui Qing, please forgive me."

Anno didn't care about the relationship between his sons and daughters, and he didn't regret not being able to kill Tristan, but looked at the people who shouldn't be here.

"Merlin, what are you doing here?" Anno asked in a relaxed tone.

"It's just a dream, don't worry about it." The young man in a white robe responded with a smile.

Anno glanced at Tristan, who was sitting on the ground, and sighed.

"All I care about is Britain and the King, and the rest is up to you." As he said, he inserted the chalk back into the scabbard.

Tristan looked at Anno and then at Merlin, wondering what they were talking about.

He frowned: "You two, please don't play around. As a knight, I, Tristan, can't afford to lose."

"I don't care about your honor, knight." Anno's expression seemed to be always icy, and he stretched out his hand to pull Tristan up, "Just think I let you go."

Tristan stood there, confused.

"Let's be more specific, Merlin." Anno motioned for Merlin to explain.

"Hey, Lord Anno, do you remember, supporting the parliament before the war." Merlin smiled.