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

"Remember, the king wants to form a knight order composed of the strongest knights."

"what do you mean……"

Merlin nodded: "The king of the table for the knights to conduct the parliament has found a suitable table, but now, there are very few knights qualified to board it."

"The king told me at the end of the banquet to pay attention to the subject country or the powerful knights who do not serve the lord."

"And this melancholy Tristan is a suitable candidate."

Anno nodded: "From the perspective of strength, he is indeed strong enough."

Tristan was a little angry: "Are you humiliating me, Knight Arno."

He obviously lost to Anno, but Anno still praised him. In his opinion, this is the humiliation of the winner to the loser.

===Chapter 58 Why is King===

"This is not a humiliation, Lord Tristan." Anno spread his hands, "Although this is suspected of boasting by myself, but——My strength is very strong, and a sword fight with me can support me. There are no more than ten people in the British Isle who can make three moves."

Tristan opened his mouth, but found himself unable to say anything.

I couldn't help being a little annoyed, but I didn't know who to vent to, so I could only stand there dumbfounded.

Anno tried to give himself a kind smile: "You heard what Merlin said just now, what do you think, Lord Tristan."

Tristan glanced at the man who almost killed himself, but now he was talking with him, and sighed: "I will swear allegiance to King Arthur."

He understood that he couldn't run away, and in the duel just now, he did lose to Anno, and it was only natural that the loser should be dealt with by the winner.

"Then, we will work together in the future. You are welcome, Lord Tristan." Anno stretched out his broad and rough palm.

Tristan grabbed Anno's hand and shook it, expressionless.

Merlin glanced at Princess Isolde, who was hiding behind Tristan, and smiled brightly: "Then, Lord Tristan, see you tomorrow, try to go to the royal court as early as possible, Anno and I will not disturb you and this place. a lady."

As he spoke, he grabbed Anno's cloak and left quickly. Before leaving, he glanced ambiguous at the two people standing under the moonlight.

Isolde's face flushed instantly, but Tristanque looked at the hand he had just shaken with Anno as if he had not heard of it.

"It's so sad..." he muttered to himself.

Inside the royal court.

Guinevere looked at King Arthur's body in disbelief, and couldn't help but touch the bandage that Arthur had tied on his chest.

"Uh..." Arthur blushed slightly, and let out a murmur that was obviously not a male.

"Ah, I'm sorry, Wang." Guinevere apologized subconsciously.

But she seemed to realize something: "But...why are you a woman?...If you are a woman, why would you marry a wife?"

She withdrew her hand and held her forehead, her eyes blank.

Arthur looked at Guinevere in a trance, feeling pain in his heart for some reason.

"As a symbol of Britain, as a man, I am obviously more suitable for this chaotic era." She said in a low voice, "So I need to disguise."

"Since I was born, as a baby girl, I have been educated as a man, whether it's fighting, etiquette, words and deeds... everything is based on men."

"I admit that I am not inferior to men, even stronger than most men!" Arthur stood up, buckled, walked to the window, and stared at Camelot in the night, "But my truth is still a woman. "

"But women can also become kings. Why do you pretend to be a man, deceive the world, deceive Britain, and... deceive me, who loves you?" Guinevere raised her head in pain.

Arthur didn't dare to look back at Guinevere, she just looked out the window: "Because Britain needs a male king, and as for deceiving you, it's because I want to deceive the world."

"Then why don't you find a man to be the king of Britain? Instead, you find a woman?"

"Because I am the child of King Uther, because I have been taught by two teachers, because I have drawn the sword of king's choice, because I am determined to protect this Britain inherited from my father." Arthur's voice trembled, said slowly.

===Chapter 59 Gawain and his siblings===

Guinevere didn't look tall, but the tall and straight Arthur seemed to have figured out something.

"I am married to King Arthur, and I am King Arthur's queen."

She also stood up, walked to Arthur's side, took Arthur's hand, and held it tightly.

"Whether you are a male Arthur, or the current Arthur..." She looked at Arthur's deep eyes and said seriously.

"Queen..." Arthur's body froze for a while, showing a relieved smile at Guinevere.

"Then, it's getting late, Wang, please go to bed..." Guinevere's face showed an unnatural flush.

Arthur was taken aback: "Huh?"

Guinevere opened the door to the new world, took Arthur's hand and walked back to the bed.

"Wait a minute, queen, wait! . . . um!  …"

……

Merlin and Anno return to Camelot together after saying goodbye to Tristan.

The two are not much different in height, but one is thin and the other is strong.

"Speaking of which, when you and I first met, I looked much younger than you." Anno stroked his unshaven chin and looked at his friend.

"But I'm the forever young flower magician, Big Brother Merlin. It's inevitable to look young." Merlin's smile carried a hint of reminiscence.

An Nuo shook his shoulders indifferently: "I'm almost forty, it's not an exaggeration to say that I look old. As long as this body can still fight for the king, it won't stop."

"There is no war right now, will I not be used to staying in the Royal Court of Camelot to handle government affairs?"

"Well, I'm not used to it." Anno moved his wrists, "but Mr. Agog can help me a lot."

"By the way, I heard that the younger brother of Aegi Wen approached you?" Merlin said.

"The young man who often acts with Lan Malok." Anno raised the corner of his mouth unnaturally when he mentioned the child, "He came to me and said he wanted me to help him train to become stronger."

"My name is Gawain?"

"Ah, Gawain. He also has a younger brother and a younger sister, Gahoris and Gareth. Although they are the princess' children, they are all cute."

"Isn't Argonaut also the princess' child? Does it seem too gloomy?"

"I don't think he is gloomy." Anno didn't care, "As a brother, calm and calm are a must."

The two chatted while walking, and soon came to the gate of Camelot King City.

Anno's mount was pacing the city gate with Lancelot on it.

Lancelot was lying unconscious on the horse's back, with a pool of vomit lying on the ground next to him.

Annuo showed a blue vein on his forehead: "This bastard!"

He stepped forward, took Lancelot down, put it in his arms, and said goodbye to Merlin.

"Merlin, help me set up this horse, I'll deal with this bastard first. This drunkenness has shamed his knighthood, and I need to tell the fairy."

Merlin just smiled and waved: "Say hello to the fairy for me."

Anno nodded, mounted another sturdy horse, and galloped away in the direction of the holy lake.

Merlin glanced at the Wang Ting in the city: "Well, I won't ask you for leave tomorrow. Anyway, I guess Wang won't have a meeting tomorrow... I guess he won't get up either."

Lancelot, who was thrown on the horse by Anno: "Lia..."

===Chapter 60 Lancelot===

"Father, I was wrong." Lancelot knelt in front of Anno with a sad face.

Anno looked at his adopted son and sighed: "Where did you go wrong?"

"Excessive drinking has shamed my knights, and I am talking crazy in front of foreign knights." Lancelot's face was full of regret.

Anno shook his head, crossed Lancelot, sat on the edge of the holy lake, and looked at the peaceful lake.

"Lancelot, my boy, you have, have walked the field for two years."

"I understand what you are thinking, but...she is the king of Britain, someone you and I are loyal to, you have to understand." Anno's words made Lancelot feel endless pain, "Look clearly at your heart, Lancelot."

"Father, I understand..." Lancelot said in a low tone.

A stream of water swam in the middle of the holy lake, and a figure emerged from it.

As always, young, intellectual, and graceful.

The Fairy of the Lake did not choose to blame Lancelot, but pulled Anor aside.

"Do you remember when you first came here, An Nuoqing."

An Nuo thought about it for a while, and his face was full of nostalgia: "Yes, I was 17 years old at the time, but I was not as capable as my son."

"Drunkenness shames his chivalry, he is not mature enough," said the fairy of the lake.

"what do you mean……"

"It's not appropriate to punish him directly, it's better to treat this as an experience."

Anno smiled and nodded: "I understand."

As soon as he turned his head, the fairy stopped him.

"An Nuoqing, there is one more thing." The fairy in the lake showed a sad expression.

"Please speak." Anno listened intently.

"When I gave you the treasure armor, you promised to owe me a favor."

Anno nodded: "Yes, fairy."

"Now this favor...you can pay it back." The fairy sighed.

"Does the fairy need me to do something?" Anno wondered.

The fairy looked at Lancelot, who was kneeling by the lake, with a distressed expression beyond words.