Type-Moon, a human love simulator

Chapter 49 Bad woman! Wait for me!

"A holiday for one person alone?" Altria glanced at Kailar, who was sorting papers at his desk, and then said, "Kai, are you willing to celebrate my birthday?"

Celebrate my birthday alone, as a holiday that belongs to me alone...

The second half of the sentence was left unsaid. Although Altria was a Celt, due to her personality, she was more reserved than the Cyris.

Kelar did not notice the deep meaning hidden in Altria's eyes. Girls of this age have ever-changing minds. Not to mention that he did not notice it at all, even if he noticed it, he could not guess what Altria was thinking.

"Of course, Lily." Kelar answered without hesitation: "Let me help you host your first birthday party!"

"Lily, do you have any friends you want to invite?" Kelar asked with a smile, "We can't just celebrate your birthday with the two of us, right?"

"There's nothing wrong with two people." Altria muttered quietly, but she knew rationally that this was somewhat unrealistic, so she said: "Invite Sir Hector and Merlin. If Kai knows someone, you can invite a few more."

"It's a pity that Lancelot lost his mind and went back to Avalon to lick his wounds with his mother."

Kelar couldn't help but shook his head and said, "Otherwise, there will be more people wishing our Lily a happy birthday."

Altria thought to herself, "They are not important. As long as there is one person in the whole of Britain who is willing to celebrate my birth, that is enough."

Altria's birthday is December 30th, and the Celtic Samhain is on November 1st, which means it's not long since the Chinese New Year.

"Morgan, I'm going to celebrate Lily's birthday and hold a party in Maple Ridge. Lily asked me to invite friends, and you were the first one I thought of."

After thinking for a while, Kelar continued, "By the way, if you are willing to come, remember to bring my sword. You took away my decorative sword, and now I can only use a dinner knife and a branch to fight."

After Altria left, Kelar left a message to Morgan out of habit. After Morgan left, Kelar would occasionally leave a message to Morgan whose connection had been disconnected. Anyway, she couldn't hear him, and she wouldn't say with disgust that she would never help him again. It was just the right place for him to talk to her.

Altria could tell him anything, and those in the territory who were educated by him could call him Saint Kelar with admiration and pour out all their distress and doubts to him.

But Kelar couldn't confide his feelings to anyone, because in this era, he was alone and no one understood him. Since he chose to embark on this path, he had to bear everything on his own.

Just after Kelar finished leaving the message, he stood up as usual to prepare for Altria's first birthday, when a response came from the link that he thought was broken.

"it is good."

"???"

Even with Kelar's intelligence, he was still dizzy and didn't know what to say for a moment.

So you've been hearing it all along?!

"Hey! Morgan!!!"

Kelar was so anxious that he sent dozens of 60-second voice messages in a row: "Can you hear it? You could hear it all before??? No... No matter what you heard before, it was all fake. I tell you, it was all fake, do you understand?" "Don't be silent, bad woman, answer me!"

"Speak! Morgan, answer the phone..."

"..."

Kelar was very furious for a while, but Morgan never showed any intention of responding. Kelar could only be furious, thinking that he would be in trouble next time they met!
Morgan, the mimic baby is hot!
I'm waiting for you in Maple Ridge, just wait for me, wait!!!

"..."

Rubbing his cheeks, Kelar regained his spirits and finally put Morgan, the bad woman, out of his mind. He began to think about how to celebrate Altria's birthday.

"How about making a birthday cake?" Kelar scratched his head and thought to himself, "I don't think I've ever celebrated birthdays for anyone... and King Uther's condition has worsened a lot this year. I don't think many people will come, right?"

After the New Year, King Uther's health became worse and worse. It seemed that in the next few months, his life would come to an end.

He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to see Altria's next birthday.

"Forget it, let's just have a normal birthday party. Make a birthday cake and roast a whole pig to feed Altria, that's about it..."

Kelar had a good idea, but the problem was that Maple Ridge didn't seem to have complete materials, especially the sugar reserves were very low, so he might have to send someone to Rome to buy some.

Britain had sugary crops and honey, but the processing skills of the Celts and Ansa were too crude, and only in Rome could you buy crystal clear snow sugar.

This was not a problem for Kelar. The Ansa were good seafarers and would naturally make good maritime caravans. Especially since Rome was always at war, many strategic reserves were very scarce, even to the point of having to buy them from the barbarians.

Keral transported the weapons and iron ore needed by the Romans, as well as the materials and furs of Warcraft to Western Rome, in exchange for a large amount of Roman gold coins and luxury goods. These luxury goods were then circulated among the British nobles. In short, Keral's territory was close to the sea and he controlled the ports, so he could make money on both ends every time he went out to sea.

After thinking for a moment, Kelar asked, "Lily, what is the foreign exchange reserve of Roman gold coins?"

"It's already more than 10,000, and the Romans seem to have started targeting our caravans." Altria thought for a moment and said, "Our caravans will go through a lot of meaningless searches, and it seems that they are forcing us to pay money to get in through the back door, or to find a great nobleman as a backer."

"You're almost extinct, and you still have the heart to think about this?" Kelar smiled, shook his head and said, "No wonder the Western Roman Empire is getting weaker and weaker... Then we can trade directly with the Visigoths next time. The purchasing power and liquidity of Roman gold coins are still quite strong."

Although each country had its own currency, the currency of the Roman Empire was common, which was quite similar to the meaning of the later Daole.

"Also, find a time to spend all the Roman gold coins. The Western Roman Empire doesn't have many years left, and I can't predict exactly when the Hun king will destroy the Western Roman Empire."

It's funny to say that the Western Roman Empire had gradually turned into a nesting doll country, because the Visigothic Kingdom of the Goths was within the territory of the Western Roman Empire, and gradually encroached on and surrounded the Western Roman Empire.

Now most of those fighting against Attila the Hun king were Goths, and the Romans as a nation were simply unwilling to serve in the army.

(End of this chapter)