Radiant Enemy

"So - I don't quite understand your knight's thinking. Obviously I asked him what reward he wanted, but he proposed what he has been doing all the time. This is too strange." Silgner was writing to a pen pal At the time, he also wrote about Dilmudor.

The parchment book absorbed the ink, and under the handwriting of Hilgna, another line of beautiful handwriting appeared: "Sill, your idea is a bit overwhelmed to other knights." Right? But I can understand the knight's thoughts in your mouth, for a loyal knight, serving his king is the greatest reward."

Hilgner raised his eyebrows because of the pen pal’s thought of not eating fireworks, and wrote his reply: "This is impossible, Arthur. As long as you are a human being, you must have desires—— Of course, I don't deny that there are human beings without desire in this world, but they must be very few. And I can be sure that my knight is definitely not the kind of person without desire/desire."

Hilgner waited for a while, but the pen pal didn't reply for a long time. He guessed that Arthur might have dropped his pen in a hurry to deal with the enemy's invasion, so he closed the parchment, put it away, and walked out of the room.

Hilgna had a bird's-eye view of the entire city. Although he had quickly withdrawn from La Grocita before, the scouts he sent and the people he had placed had already taken control of the entire city. The grain depot and weapon depot were being counted by his trusted staff. Then, the frightened civilians also resumed their usual routine and work after a lively festival.

One good thing about this era is that even if the king on top is changed, as long as their lives are not affected, the people will not resist.

"The first step has been successfully taken, and the next step is the surrounding lords." Silgner looked towards the end of the grassland in the distance, with an expectant smile on his face, and he stretched out his hand to hold the scenery in his eyes. In the palm of my hand, I can feel the excitement and anticipation slowly permeating from my heart.

When Hilgna calmed down his heart that was pounding because of excitement, Diarmuid, who had been following him in a spirit form, saw that Hilgna did not return to his bedroom, but went down the tower along the stone steps , and asked softly: "Master Hilgna, are you going to the street? Please forgive me, there is still some chaos in the city, it is better to bring some more guards."

"Couldn't you be able to protect me by yourself?" Hilgna's rhetorical question stunned Diarmuid.

His reply sounded immediately: "Even if I, Dilmuduo, are smashed to pieces, I will definitely protect my lord!"

Hilgna didn't come on a whim. After he took over the city, he naturally received the news that his father, Monarch, had stumbled and fallen from the watchtower.

He went to see, and the face with the lingering panic was indeed Monarch, and the prophecy was faithfully fulfilled.

Monarch died because of him, but not by his hands.

Hilgna thought he would be sad or happy, but he looked at Monarch's body, but he didn't feel anything.

At that moment, Hilgner wondered if he was becoming more and more cold.

His ambition is by no means just a small La Grocita, but Hilgna began to worry about whether what he brought to this land was a good thing.

Diarmuid saw Hilgna's unpredictability and depression, so he carefully proposed to let the lord go with him to relax.

"My lord will be very busy in the days to come, so why not take this opportunity to take a good look at your territory."

Dilmudo's proposal was quite satisfactory to Hilgner, he nodded, asked his subordinates to bring the horses, straddled the horses and galloped out of the city gate.

The city of La Groche Tower was built completely according to Hilgna's plan. One side of the territory here is close to the sea, and countless shells can be obtained.

And those shells have played countless functions in his hands, such as the soap and fertilizer that every traverser will make, and the gun/powder that Hilgna has been unable to make a decision for a long time.

Charcoal and sulfur can be obtained with a little effort, and the other is potassium nitrate extracted from shells.

However, due to various concerns, Hilgna did not make the black/fire/powder.

The feeling of running was very comfortable, and the hesitation and worries that Hilgna had accumulated in his heart dissipated like a cloud of smoke.

The breeze blowing on his face and the sunlight falling on his body made Hilgna smile faintly.

He reined in the reins—of course, he also got out the saddle in advance—and looked at the rippling prairie like waves.

Dilmudo showed his figure. He didn't ride a horse, and he easily caught up with the steed driven by Hilgna with his superb equestrian skills just by running.

Dilmudomi's golden eyes looked at his lord tenderly, from his soft white hair blown by the wind, to his rosy face covered with a little sweat, and those blue eyes that seemed to fill the sky Eyes, and asked softly: "Master Hilgna, are you in a better mood now?"

Hilgner didn't ask Dilmudo why he knew he was in a bad mood - he had been the ruler of a country after all, and he wasn't immature enough to let others easily see what he was thinking.

This is probably the unique skill of the familiar who was summoned by himself, commonly known as 'can read the air'?

Casually thinking about the words that are destined to be unanswered in this world, Hilgna responded and said, "Go back."

Dilmudo bowed his head in response, and escorted Hilgna back to the castle with his hidden figure.

While Hilgna was orderly bringing the surrounding forces of La Grochita under his command, Cu Chulainn was running across the fields and rivers, returning to Ulster, telling his parents and the monarch that he had found the mate he wanted.

"That's the time to congratulate you, Cu Chulainn. A partner who can make you fall in love must be extremely beautiful." Kangqiufu looked at his sister's child lovingly, and he asked: "Then when do you plan to bring her back to Al Sturt?"

Cu Chulainn touched his chin, and said frankly: "My partner is the lord of a country, and he refuses to go back to Ulster with me, so I plan to marry there."

"What?! Married?!" King Konchuf of Ulster exclaimed in astonishment. He didn't know whether he should be surprised that Cu Chulainn had found a man as his partner, or should he be the Prince of Light of Ulster. It was shocking that it was the one who got married.

Cu Chulainn has his own plans: "The country he lives in is called La Grocchita, and he will make many strange and useful things, which will definitely bring earth-shaking changes to Ulster! "

Although Cu Chulainn is very happy to have found the right partner, he is also planning for his hometown of Ulster.

As far as Hilgna's mind seems to contain countless refreshing ideas, it will definitely make Ulster more and more prosperous—just like La Grocchita.

"If I don't allow it, you won't stop." Kang Chufo clearly knew Cu Chulainn's firm and stubborn temperament.

After thinking about it carefully, Kangqiufu waved his hand helplessly, and said, "I see, you can choose something you like from my treasure house and bring it there as a dowry——Ulster's Son of Light The dowry can't be too shabby, it's a joke!"

For example, a certain pink-haired queen of Connacht once deliberately brought a huge army and her beloved chariot across the edge of Ulster's territory, just to show off her financial resources and strength.

Cu Chulainn nodded vigorously, then ran to the king's treasury and carefully selected them.

"This is too old, it will be difficult to use." Cu Chulainn threw away a sword.

"This pattern is too rustic, Hill won't like it." Cu Chulainn said to himself and threw away another roll of fabric.

When Cu Chulainn set foot on the road back to La Grochita again, the most valuable, most exquisite, and sharpest cloth, swords and spears, as well as cattle and sheep in Ulster were packed by Cu Chulainn. gone.

Conchuf and other members of the Red Branch Knights watched Cu Chulainn rush away with his good friends and a lot of 'dowry', the braid hanging behind him was like a wagging tail , almost to the sky.

Everyone could see how much anticipation and excitement he was, as if he couldn't wait to leave.

"This is the married son, the splashed water..." The Ulster knights, who saw Cu Chulainn not even looking back at them reluctantly, sighed with complicated emotions.

As for Great Britain across the sea from Ireland, Arthur had no time to take off his blood-stained armor, so he hastily shut himself in the room, and carefully took out the well-protected parchment.

The handsome blond and blue-eyed King of Knights wiped his damp hands after washing with a handkerchief, and then solemnly opened the book.

This sheepskin suddenly appeared in front of Arthur one day.

At first Arthur thought it was Merlin who made some strange magic props. Arthur was deeply hurt by the whimsical ideas that his court magician popped up from time to time, and of course his knights of the round table also There was no escape.

But although Merlin likes to play tricks on people, she will never hurt Arthur, this is certain.

After hesitating for a while, King Arthur still put on his armor, and then touched the sheepskin book through the armor.

The fluctuation of magic power came from the smooth and flat cover, and soon the sheepskin book opened automatically, but there were all blank pages inside.

Arthur was puzzled, so he simply asked Merlin.

After checking over and over again, the court magician showed a meaningful smile, and said to the young Wang: "This is a sheepskin book that can communicate in two directions. According to my inspection, there are no traps. Why don't you try it?" Try to communicate with the other party?"

Arthur frowned, and was about to refuse, but Merlin saw through his thoughts and said, "The direction where the magic power of the parchment book is connected is on the far side of the sea. I think the other party must be a magician who doesn't know you. In that case , you can hide your identity and communicate with him, maybe it will be very rewarding."

It can also be regarded as giving King Arthur a little room to breathe after pulling out the sword in the stone.

At least, let the king who bears the fate of Great Britain be able to make friends who can communicate on an equal footing.

The author has something to say:

I like Arthur so much, let him play first~

And Diarmuid is a translated version of Diarmuid, the same person!