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The knight carefully considered his language, and spoke slowly:

"I heard that the giant and ant disaster last night were all accidentally caused by one person."

"Afterwards, she first summoned the dragon, resurrected the people who died in the disaster, and then used magic to restore the building, making the greatest possible remedy for what she had done."

"And now, in order to express my apology, I decided to organize a large-scale joint concert to heal the pain in people's hearts."

Arturia was surprised by the new student, and she was stunned for a few seconds before she realized it.

disaster?pain?concert?What is this all about?

It doesn't feel like it's related at all, but if you think about it carefully, there seems to be a little bit of connection.

"Where is the concert going on? Let's go and have a look."

At this time, the sound of music suddenly came from the radio, followed by a female voice.

"Hi everyone, I'm Lala*Satalin*Beruk."

"Thank you for coming to our concert. This performance is to apologize for what happened last night. I hope everyone can forgive my mistakes."

"Then, the first song will be sung by myself, and the title of the song is - Give You Bright Galaxy."

Arturia stopped under the big tree by the roadside, closed her eyes, and listened to Lala's singing.

It's really nice to hear, knowing the mistakes and being able to correct them, and putting them into action, this is not something that anyone can do.

From others to herself, at this moment, she unconsciously thought of herself.

The past self has done so many wrong things that after the Battle of Kamchu, the kingdom is about to be destroyed.

If Shirou hadn't crossed over, I'm afraid his future would have ended in Kam Hill like in the legend of King Arthur.

The footsteps of passers-by gradually approached, and gradually increased.

Arturia didn't care about this, she still closed her eyes, and seriously felt the emotion contained in Lala's singing.

She is a very frank girl. Since she has made the best possible remedy and apologized in the form of singing, naturally no one can blame her for it.

Imagining, a familiar sound of footsteps came from not far away and stopped on the right.

Shiro?

Arturia subconsciously opened her eyes, however, not only Shirou, but also Gawain, Kai, Gareth and other long-dead Knights of the Round Table appeared in front of her eyes.

"You... are all here."

Looking at the two Tristans in the crowd, Artoria subconsciously thought:

Sure enough, it is a Heroic Spirit summoned from the future.

Even Mordred answered the summons, but Lancelot was nowhere to be seen, and he did not forgive me.

"My lord, Gao Wen came here in response to the call."

"My lord, Gareth answered the call."

...

...

Amidst the voices one after another, Artoria unconsciously shifted her gaze to someone who was silent in the crowd.

After a long time, he opened his mouth slowly:

"Master Mordred, do you have anything to say?"

"I'm here to supervise whether you have rebuilt Camelot properly. If you don't do well, I will definitely raise the banner of rebellion again and take your throne away."

While speaking, Mordred drew his sword and said calmly:

"If you feel scared, kill me right here!"

Artoria put her right hand on the hilt subconsciously, then let it go quickly, and asked in a daze:

"Do you hate me that much?"

silence.

Shirou looked back and forth between the two of them and shook his head helplessly.

Such obvious arrogance, she couldn't understand it.

Really, Tristan was right, King Arthur really didn't understand people's hearts.

"My lord, since Mordred came here in response to the call, it means that she is already reflecting on her original mistakes."

Arturia was thoughtful. Indeed, compared with Lancelot who never answered the call, since she answered the call, it was enough to show that she was already reflecting.

As for verbal malice, there is no need to pay too much attention to it.

"Mordred, for you, the Battle of Kamchu may be in the distant past."

"But to the people of this country, that was only a short time ago, and the wounds of the war still linger on the land of Great Britain."

"From now on, you can use your own eyes to see for yourself what you did and the bad consequences."

call……

Mordred breathed a sigh of relief, finally he didn't have to end up in the same fate as Lancelot.

In order to prevent the father from changing his mind, it is better not to say those words that may irritate her.

"it is good."

……

A few days later, reinforcements from different worlds left Xuezhan City one after another.

However, there are still quite a few people who stayed, coupled with the existence of any door, this world firmly played the role of a transfer station.

During this period, after several days of fermentation, the dragon's wish and the resurrection of the dead, which were only spread in a small area, intensified, and finally spread to King Arthur and Shirou.

"My lord, this is a petition sent by the people. Most of it is written by the world behind the door, but many of them are also written by the people of our country."

Artoria, who was reviewing the documents, glanced at Gao Wen who came in from the door, was startled by the cardboard box of letters in his arms, and stopped writing unconsciously.

"Gao Wenqing, what is this petition about?"

"It's a petition for our kingdom and the world behind the door to jointly hold the Star Martial Arts Festival, but the point is that every petition has the words that we hope that the wishing dragon will be added to the championship reward."

"It turns out that they have taken a fancy to that wish."

Arturia showed a "really so" expression on her face, even she had fought for the Holy Grail in order to realize her wish.

Moreover, it is still a Holy Grail that does not know whether the wish will be granted.

But the wishing dragon is different. It is said that many people saw the scene where the dragon turned into seven beads and flew away after fulfilling their wishes, and was intercepted again.

The person who cut off the bead was a reinforcement he had invited, and in their hearts, the Wishing Dragon was naturally under their control.

Speaking of which, the Xingwu Festival originally used the wish fulfillment as a prize, but it is a pity that the main body of the wish fulfillment is a consortium with rich financial resources but limited ability.

It is said that wishes can be fulfilled, but the scope is very small.

No wonder they want the wishing dragon. With the high-quality wish that even the dead can be resurrected, the Xingwu Festival should be more popular and the scale will become larger.

Chapter 490 II I am looking forward to that day

Chapter 493 Chapter 490 II I am looking forward to that day

"Gao Wenqing, can I trouble you to call Shirou over? I want to discuss this matter with him."

"No problem, please wait a moment."

Gao Wen left, and Artoria continued to review the documents.

A few minutes later, as soon as Shirou entered the door, he saw the pile of petitions, thought for a while, and quickly understood.

"Have they taken a fancy to Shenlong?"

"Yes, what does Shirou think?" Artoria stopped writing and raised her head to ask.

"Dragon Balls are not our private property, and cannot be promised to others in any form. However, it is not a bad thing to jointly hold the Xingwu Festival."

After all, the Xingwu Festival, as a feature of this world, has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Jointly holding the Xingwu Festival can expand the influence of the kingdom and facilitate the recruitment of talents.

"But the Star Martial Arts Festival is not very friendly to our kingdom. The aristocratic family-style education system we implement is too backward compared with the college-style education system."

"It is said to be held jointly, but when the Star Martial Arts Festival starts, everyone will be surprised to find that the contestants are all members of the opposite world."

"In this way, it will only embarrass the kingdom."

Arturia thought about it, and pondered:

"I understand what Shirou means. If we want to jointly hold the Xingwu Festival, we must carry out educational reforms."

"That's right, we don't want people from our kingdom to win the championship, but we can't have no one who passed the preliminary selection, right?"

"It seems that education reform is imminent. Can this matter be entrusted to Shirou?"

"Sorry, you can only be responsible for this matter yourself." Shirou shook his head slightly, "Although the conflict between the academic system and the nobility is not so big that it is difficult to reconcile, it is still a very big obstacle."

Shirou stopped talking and did not continue, but Arturia had gradually understood.

Indeed, in ancient and modern history, any major reform will be accompanied by certain turmoil, whether large or small.

"I will build schools in all major towns in the kingdom on the orders of King Arthur, and force school-age children to go to school."

"Coercion is not appropriate, let's change it to inducement. For example, every child who enters school, the family can get a certain amount of food or money subsidies."

"Okay, let's do this. By the way, how can the teacher solve it?"

"Borrow some people from the modern world. In addition, let's hire noble children from poor families with high salaries."

"Will this put some pressure on the kingdom's finances?"

"Don't worry about this. The world behind the door has given us part of the tax. Moreover, the inherent assets of the eliminated consortiums are being counted. This part of the income is enough to support the education reform."

"Very well, that door came just in time. As for the petition to jointly hold the Xingwu Festival, let's put it down for now."

……

Lancelot (human being), who was staring at the monastery, suddenly felt a sharp edge coming from behind him, and hurriedly dodged.

But the assailant seemed to have foreseen what was going on with him, and he slashed his right arm lightly with a sword.

"who are you?"

Lancelot switched the sword to his left hand, barely parried a few times, and took advantage of the gap between being beaten to look at the person.

The whole body is wrapped in a pitch-black armor, and the sword in his hand feels faintly familiar.

"Lancelot!"

The visitor let out a roar, and rushed over with his sword raised again. Lancelot could only rush to parry with the sharp sword light, and was helpless to fight back.

"Who are you? Are you a killer sent by the Knights of the Round Table?"

"The killer sent by the Knights of the Round Table? Are you worthy?"

The visitor was attacking Lancelot and cursing non-stop.

"What are you? You deserve to be assassinated by the Knights of the Round Table!"

"Obviously he has been kicked out of the kingdom, but he still stays here so shamelessly, what's the difference between him and a mangy dog?"

"You coward! Coward! Trash! Scum..."

Amidst the constant abuse, Lancelot suddenly found that the other party's voice was extremely familiar, and his sword-handling habits were exactly the same as his own.

"It turns out that I was dreaming. I didn't expect that I would dream of another self."

"Dream? Since you think so, then it's all a dream."

After becoming a heroic spirit, Lancelot has gradually forgotten everything about his life, but the regret in his heart is growing day by day.

Because of his unethical love, the kingdom was destroyed. If everything could be done again, would he still go to Guinevere?This is an unknown.

However, after finally returning to the former Camelot, he was unanimously rejected by the Knights of the Round Table, and was driven away without even seeing the king.

Such humiliation made the remorse in his heart even deeper.

And this kind of mood reached its peak in an instant when he saw himself in the past as a human being.