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Chapter 36 I am the good shepherd. A good shepherd will lay down his life for his sheep.
When Kelar came out, Hector subconsciously wanted to quarrel with him, but he held back.

After all, there are so many people here, and it would be embarrassing to leave his son speechless.

In the past, you could threaten to use force, but now if you use force...

Emmm, Kelar, who can subdue 70,000 people alone, has become the British Martial God. My old arms and legs are not enough to do anything, right?

Don't let anyone take advantage of you to take revenge on you. It's never a good look to be beaten black and blue by your own son.

But to be honest, the number of times Hector beat Kelar was so few that it could be counted on one hand. After all, he didn't want to make an enemy of his own son, and there were many cases of fathers and sons killing each other among the Celtic barbarians.

After discovering that beating Kelar was not enough to change his mind, Hector stopped hitting people in order to prevent incidents of father-son estrangement.

Fortunately, he doesn't need to step in under such circumstances. The Ansas under King Benedict and the Celts under King Uther have accumulated deep hatred for each other after so many years of bloody battles. Who doesn't have a relative who died at the hands of the Ansas?

For example, his deputy, a grand duke with an entire county as his fiefdom, a territory larger than that of the Duke of Kent, but he is very young and is of the same generation as Kelar.

The main reason was that his father died in the war with the Ansa. In this turbulent Britain, even great nobles often died in battle. This was also in line with the Celtic's perception that nobles had the responsibility to defend their land.

A lord who abandons his territory and flees is not worthy of being a member of the nobility. The family's fiefdom will be taken back and given to the noble who has made great contributions in recovering the territory.

But if the lord died fighting to defend his territory, the territory would be passed down to his descendants, and Uther, as king, had the responsibility to help the loyal nobles regain their territory.

"Sir Kelar, please forgive my rudeness, but I have some doubts in my heart."

The Duke was very polite. Facing such an existence with unrivaled military power in Britain, even the most unruly Celts would maintain the highest respect.

Kelar nodded calmly and said, "Although I have guessed that what you said may not be pleasant to hear, I still allow you to speak. Remember, this is your honor."

"Thank you for granting me such an honor." The young duke asked respectfully, "Why don't you order the execution of these Ansa bastards?"

"According to our Celtic tradition, war is like hunting. Killing all these prey, which are like livestock, is in keeping with the honor of a Celtic warrior."

"The glory of the Celtic warriors?" Kelar asked in return, "What does that have to do with me? You are barbarians who kill without restraint. Do I have to follow you and slaughter the captives with blood on my hands?"

"Duke, don't bring your Celtic barbaric traditions into my body!"

Kelar looked at all the Celtic Knights calmly and said, "Since you have come to Maple Ridge, you must abide by my laws. I only say one thing, and all of you must obey it. You must know that "killing is not good", and killing is prohibited here!"

“I am the good shepherd. A good shepherd lays down his life for his sheep.”

"Don't say I didn't warn you about this."

Kelar was already feeling a little bad because of Morgan's departure, and these Celtic barbarians wanted to brainwash Kelar with their barbaric traditions, so he naturally would not indulge them.

"I heard that you had already defeated and subdued all 70,000 people. Why did you let 20,000 people go?" There were 20,000 Ansar people who were concerned about their wives and children in the north. After they told Kelar the truth, they were released by Kelar.

Some people kowtowed before him solemnly and swore that they would bring their wives and children to settle in Maple Ridge when they returned to the north. They were willing to stay here and contribute to the development of Kelar's territory.

The Duke was so distracted by Kelar's aura that his courage could not help but stagnate. He felt a little embarrassed and annoyed when he realized that he dared not refute Kelar. He turned to ask, "Sir Kelar, your behavior is already aiding the enemy."

"These bastards will invade our Celtic territory again with weapons next time."

"No, because those who are forgiven by me are all kind-hearted and worthy of education." Kelar said with a smile: "No one dares not to obey my teachings. They will never take up weapons and go to any Celtic territory again."

"Kailar, killing is much easier and more final than teaching."

At this time, Sir Hector, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up: "Are we crazy people who are born to love killing? But this is the simplest and most effective solution."

"If your idea is true, then the so-called education is useless. Those bastards are just superficially obedient. They kneel down and beg for mercy in front of you, and pick up their weapons again after you leave... What can you do?"

Hector sighed and said, "Even if you kill them all afterwards, the damage and losses they caused cannot be undone."

Well, it is quite useful to learn dialectical thinking. At least I can have a conversation with my saintly son.

Listening to Kelar calling "barbarian" left and right, Hector must be unhappy, right?
"Really? Do you all think so?" Kelar tilted his head and looked at the people in front of him. His eyes swept over, and Hector, Merlin, and the young Duke all looked at him. The meanings expressed by these people were self-evident.

Kelar's method is too naive, too childish and too stupid!
Only Altria took a step forward and stood behind Kelar, just as she had stood behind Kelar amid the opposition and doubts of all the knights of Maple Ridge, holding his sword, following him and watching him subdue the Ansa people alone.

"I am Kelar, Lord of Maple Ridge."

Kelar's voice was gentle and calm, unlike the Celtics' usual irritability and bloodthirstiness. It made people feel good when they heard it. The voice was not loud, but it was accurately conveyed to everyone's ears.

"He was also the one who defeated 70,000 Ansa pirates..."

"Celtic knights, tell me, do you think so too? Are you also dissatisfied with my behavior?"

Kelar's voice changed from gentle and polite to majestic and heavy, but it still did not have the typical temper and roar of a Celtic barbarian. However, this calm before the storm was chilling.

Especially those Ansa people, some of the less courageous Ansa people, were already kneeling on the ground, making the sign of the cross with their hands, and muttering something in the direction of Kelar's castle.

Even the brave Ansa people couldn't help but turn pale and whispered "Saint Kelar"...

Seeing these Ansa people who were completely different from the past and could even be described as docile, the Celtic knights who were lined up in battle formation and ready to charge at any time could not help but look at each other in bewilderment.

Yes, this is the territory of Kelar, the territory of Kelar, the great Celtic hero and saint who had just defeated 70,000 Ansas single-handedly.

(End of this chapter)