In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

“Strength?” Yanan stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, and glanced at the melancholy Sorrow Knight beside him. “If we don’t count Lanmarok, I reckon Lord Tristan alone could defeat them all.”

He felt that his description was probably correct, after all, Tristan was one of the best among the Knights of the Round Table. In terms of martial arts alone, he could even rival Lancelot, the head of the Round Table. He had considerable skill in archery, spearmanship, and swordsmanship.

Given the disorganized state of the Knights at the time, even if they had fought together, they might not have been a match for Tristan.

Tristan was taken aback at first, not expecting to be used as a comparison, and then bowed slightly, saying, "You flatter me."

The nobles exchanged glances, and a sense of utter absurdity arose in their hearts.

How could a group of ordinary knights be trained into such a terrifying legion in just three months? Such an exaggerated thing could only happen in myths and legends!

But then they suddenly remembered that this new king himself seemed to possess godlike power, and that the story of three hundred knights charging into an army of twenty thousand was something that only happened in myths.

If a person is capable of accomplishing one impossible task, then why can't he accomplish a second one?

"Your Majesty, I wonder what methods you used to train these knights? Could you tell us so we can see for ourselves?" another count said.

The others immediately stared at him as if he were an idiot. Such important information could only be revealed by a fool, otherwise how could he say it so easily?

“Sure,” Yanan nodded.

She actually said it!?

Almost all the nobles, including several grand dukes, were shocked.

"Your Majesty, you...you really intend to tell us the method?" the count, who had spoken earlier, stammered. He had only wanted to give it a try and hadn't held out much hope, but he hadn't expected Yanan to agree so readily.

“Why not?” Anan smiled slightly. “We are all Camelot’s people. The stronger you become, the stronger Camelot will naturally become. The greater our chances of defeating Vortigern and even unifying Britain will be. Isn’t that a good thing?”

Defeat Vortigern and unify Britain!

Upon hearing this, many nobles were shocked; the new king's ambitions seemed far too great.

Defeating that white dragon was already incredibly difficult, yet he was thinking of unifying the entire British Isles?

This is something only the Roman Empire of yesteryear could have accomplished!

In the past, they would have just secretly mocked the other's overestimation of his abilities, but at this moment, they couldn't help but feel a strong sense of admiration for Yanan.

"Please rest assured, Your Majesty, from this day forward, the Kemons family will always be your strongest support. Whenever you need us, the Kemons soldiers will clear away any obstacles in your path!"

"No matter what dangers we face, the Kent family will resolutely carry out your will."

"And the Taramon family..."

As if moved by these words, several nobles immediately swore allegiance to Anaen.

Duke Marco sighed inwardly. He had thought the new king would be a cunning little fox, but he never expected him to be such a selfless person who had completely given up personal gains for the prosperity of the country. This brilliant spirit made him feel ashamed.

Perhaps only someone like him could pull the sword from the stone and bear the destiny of the chosen king.

Anan looked around and saw a map of Camelot hanging on the wall. He led the group forward and drew a winding line on it using runes.

"Actually, my training method is very simple. I just choose a path of trials and have them complete it. By the way, as long as someone can successfully complete this path of trials, I will recognize him as a true knight."

The nobleman looked at the marked road and frowned slightly.

"I remember there was a cliff about 1,000 meters high in this area..."

"Isn't this the legendary 'Death Jungle'? It's said that hundreds of people die here every year."

"What are you all compared to this 'Flying Dragon Ridge'? Do you know why it's called that? Because this is the damn lair of a wyvern!"

Overwhelmed with emotion, some nobles were unable to maintain their composure and even swore.

This isn't a trial path; it's a dead end!

No one doubted whether Yanan was lying to them, after all, these places were rarely visited by anyone, and they could easily find out the answer by going back and investigating.

“Now I know why your knights are so strong.” The count couldn’t help but give a wry smile.

The other nobles nodded in agreement. To be able to get through such a dead end, even a pig could take flight.

“If you wish to send your soldiers to attempt this trial, I can have the Knights summarize their experiences and share them with you,” Yanan said with a smile.

Many nobles were shocked. If they had this experience, their soldiers might actually be able to get through this road!

Although they certainly won't be able to undergo the same transformative growth as the Knights of Anan, their strength will definitely be significantly enhanced!

"If we want this experience, what price would we have to pay?" a nobleman asked cautiously.

"Didn't I say before that my ideal is to make Camelot stronger, until one day he can defeat Vortigern and unify Britain?" Anann glanced around, his tone calm and collected. "Therefore, I will give all this experience away for free, without taking a single penny!"

"You are truly a great monarch," many people exclaimed from the bottom of their hearts.

"I was just doing what I was supposed to do." Yanan appeared calm and collected on the surface, but he was secretly overjoyed.

You think you can just get something for nothing? There's no such thing as a free lunch!

During the conversation, he had used the power of Feather Crossing Dust to silently integrate the [Erosion] power of the Earthly Treasury Soul into the minds of these nobles, causing them to unconsciously submit to him.

Otherwise, given the nature of these seasoned veterans, how could they have been so easily fooled by his few words into swearing allegiance on the spot?

In fact, with the power of Jizo's Soul, it wouldn't be difficult to brainwash these guys into becoming puppets. However, Anan felt that doing so was not in line with his values. Moreover, once they became puppets, their usefulness would be greatly reduced. It would be better to let them willingly risk their lives, which would be both easy and efficient.

Besides these people, he also planted the seeds of corruption in other nobles, which will naturally blossom and bear fruit when the time is right.

As for those that he hadn't paid any attention to at all... of course, they were the ones he was already planning to clean up.

Now that the new king has finally ascended the throne, wouldn't it be a waste to not clean up these cancerous tumors?

Yanan did not intend to take the initiative, because he wanted these guys to obediently jump into the trap on their own.

Deng!

Suddenly, all the lights in the palace went out, plunging the surroundings into complete darkness.

Artoria instinctively stepped in front of Anahn, her holy blue eyes scanning the surroundings warily.

However, Tristan remained completely still, as did Duke Marco, who also appeared unfazed.

Apart from them, the other nobles remained calm and showed no signs of unrest.

Tap tap tap...

The crisp sound of footsteps echoed in the quiet environment, and a beam of light suddenly shone on the woman who had appeared on the second-floor platform at some unknown time.

She was a tall woman in a black and blue evening gown, exuding a mysterious charm like the night. Her snow-white chin was slightly raised, revealing her swan-like long neck. Her pale golden eyes looked down at the crowd below, subtly filled with queenly nobility and arrogance.

“That is…” Artoria’s eyes widened instantly, a strong look of disbelief appearing in her holy blue eyes.

"First of all, I would like to thank you all for accepting the invitation to attend this party. Although we are all old friends, I still see many unfamiliar faces. So before the party begins, please allow me to introduce myself."

"I am the eldest daughter of the late King Uther, the ruler of the Kingdom of Onic, and the heir to the [Power of the Island] of Britain—"

Morgan Lefebvre Pendragon.

Chapter Sixty-Five: Supporting the Younger Brother

After hearing Morgan Lefebvre's introduction, many nobles had a strange look in their eyes.

In their circle, almost no one does anything meaningless; every word and action they take often carries a deeper meaning.

Morgan's overbearing attitude from the outset clearly indicated a desire to exert pressure.

So, what was her purpose in doing this?

Many people focused their attention on the black-haired man wearing silver armor.

Yanan stood with his hands behind his back, looking completely calm and collected.

Artoria stared at Morgan for a long time, then turned to Anan and said urgently, "Your Majesty, isn't that...?"

Before she could finish speaking, a finger suddenly appeared on her lips.

"We can talk about it after the party," Yanan said with a smile.

Artoria blinked and nodded.

Morgan Lefebvre stood on the second-floor platform, taking in the postures of everyone. His gaze lingered on Yanan for a moment before subtly shifting away.

"I'm sure you're all wondering why I'm suddenly organizing this party. Actually, the purpose of this party is very simple: I mainly want to introduce someone to you, but I think you should all be familiar with him."

"Three months ago, during the king selection ceremony, this person pulled the sword from the stone and became the chosen king prophesied by the great sage Merlin."

“A month ago, in Lucammons, he single-handedly defeated the beast tide and saved tens of thousands of lives. Then he led three hundred iron cavalry to defeat the Ghanaian army, giving Camelot a brilliant victory after fifteen years.”

"Now, he has sworn an oath before all the people of Camelot that within three years he will sweep away the northern border, drive out the foreign enemies, and bury that evil white dragon completely!"

"Now, let us welcome the Chosen King of Camelot, the Destiny of Britain, Arthur!"

Ta-da!

Several lights instantly focused on Yanan, and after a brief silence, everyone spontaneously burst into applause.

"What exactly does Morgan mean by this?" Duke Marco frowned slightly.

Tristan stood quietly to the side, without saying a word.

Large beads of cold sweat trickled down Count Hugh's face. For some reason, he suddenly had a very bad feeling.

“Then, Arthur, may I ask you to come to my side?” Morgan smiled.

Yanan nodded and whispered to Artoria beside him, "I'll be right back."

Artoria nodded slightly, watching the other person walk step by step towards the second floor.

As they watched Yanan's retreating figure, many nobles wore rather strange expressions. The way things were unfolding seemed to be quite different from what they had imagined.

"You've gone a bit too far with this," Yanan said quietly, standing next to Morgan.

"How else can we keep these guys in line?" Morgan scoffed.

Yanan shook his head helplessly, but a warm feeling still welled up in his heart.

He looked at the crowd below and a smile appeared on his face: "Hello everyone, I am Arthur."

Clap clap clap, and another round of long-lasting applause.

“There’s one more thing I need to tell you all.” Morgan’s gaze swept across everyone’s faces. “Actually, I had already met Arthur before tonight’s party, and even spent quite a bit of time with him.”

The audience erupted in uproar!

Arthur and Morgan had actually been in contact before this?!

Why have they never heard of such important news?