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"..."

Artorius raised his head and looked directly at Ian.

"Is the situation in Britain already so bad?"

"No one is even maintaining the city walls of the capital..."

The smallest details often reveal what things are like.

The collapse of the city wall is not simply due to disrepair - behind it is the reflection of a series of problems such as lack of manpower and insufficient resources.

It's like when you find a cockroach, there may actually be a hundred cockroaches lurking near you.

Artorius in front of him obviously realized this.

This made Ian feel that although he looked very poor, he must have received a good knight education.

However, Ian did not directly answer the question.

He just patted Artorius's head and said with a smile:

"Artorius, did you know your hair is loose?"

"Eh?!"

Artorius touched the back of his head and realized that the thing that wrapped his hair was gone.

"This..." He seemed a little flustered.

Seeing Artorius like this, Ian calmly took out a piece of cloth from the pile of things he bought for Artorius.

He tore off a piece from it cleanly and handed it to the person in front of him.

"Here, can you make do with this?"

"Thank you, thank you..."

Artorius took the torn cloth from Ian somewhat embarrassedly, and then wrapped it around his head with extremely skillful hands.

The originally messy long golden hair was quickly gathered into a wrapped ponytail.

"I'm sorry." Artorius apologized after he had cleaned up, "I let you, Mr. Ian, see me in such a mess."

"Fortunately."

Ian didn't intend to delve into it.

His attention was actually still on the question that Artorius had just asked.

"But what I want to tell you is that Britain's current situation may not be so ideal."

“But that’s all going to change.”

"Changes?"

"Yes." Ian nodded. "One day, Britain will surely change under the leadership of a king. I have always believed in this."

"Under the leadership of a certain king..."

Artorius nodded as well.

"Mr. Ian, you are right."

"At some point in the future, Britain will change."

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30. Farewell at sunset

[From that day on, chatting with Artorius became part of your daily schedule.]

【He is also very happy to see you and share many things with you that he has not mentioned before. 】

[For example, he knew swordsmanship and often practiced with his brother. Another example is that he was actually very hungry when he entered the city.]

【You have confirmed that he did not see anything about you at the beginning. 】

【You are glad that you didn't kill him outright. 】

[You feel that it is very easy to get along with him, and you don’t notice that there is a significant change in the way he looks at you.]

【Good times are always short. 】

[It is time for you two to part ways. ]

[As agreed, you arrived at the city gate. 】

"Time flies, Artorius."

Ian sighed as he looked at the setting sun hanging over the mountain in the distance.

"Are you really leaving tonight?"

"Yes, Mr. Ian." Artorius responded very politely, "If we don't leave now, we won't be able to return on time."

"If this happens, my brother and father will definitely worry about me."

"I see..." Ian nodded.

"Okay, it's best if you have your own considerations, but the road is not easy to travel at night."

"How about this--"

Ian untied the long sword tied at his waist and handed it to Artorius.

"This sword is for you."

"this……?"

Artorius looked at the sword that Ian handed over and could hardly believe his eyes.

He quickly waved his hand to refuse: "No, I can't accept this sword! This is your companion who has been with you for a long time, right? I absolutely cannot accept it!"

"There is no such thing as partners or no partners."

Ian said with a smile.

"The sword is a weapon, and swordsmanship is just a trick to kill people."

“No matter how beautiful the words are, this is the truth.”

"Would you treat a murderous thing as your partner?"

"This……"

Although he knew that this was a step paved by Ian in order to get him to accept the sword, Artorius was still hesitant about whether to accept it.

Seeing this, Ian thought for a while, then pretended to be a little angry and said:

"Why, Artorius, do you think I dislike it because I used it?"

“No, no, no!” Artorius waved his hands quickly, “That’s not the case! Mr. Ian, I don’t dislike this sword at all!”

"In that case, why not accept it?"

"..."

Artorius had no choice but to be led into an irresistible dead end by Ian.

He could only stretch out his hands and take the blade from Ian.

"Mr. Ian, I really don't know how to thank you for your help these days."

"No need to thank me." Ian crossed his arms, "I believe every knight in the capital would make the same choice as me, it's just that you happened to meet me."

"By the way, there's also this."

【You carried out a large bag of rations.】

[You moved it to Artorius's cart.]

[In his astonished gaze, you smiled and rubbed his head. ]

"We've prepared quite a bit this time. If you want to distribute it to the refugees on the way, it shouldn't be a problem."

"But the same thing applies." Ian stroked Artorius' hair, "Do what you can. Don't do things beyond your ability."

"If you go back hungry, your brother and father will probably think that there is a famine in the capital."

"So, you know what I mean?"

"Um, oh..." Artolis seemed to be still immersed in the impact of the big bag of rations, looking a little dazed.

"Well - you don't have to worry about the city wall. I've taken the responsibility, and it can't be held against you, so just go back without worry."

"Mr. Ian."

Artorius looked at the man who was stroking his head.

"Why are you so nice to me? We didn't even know each other before."

[Your mind recreates the image of Artorius, who looked somewhat similar to Morgan, after he let out his hair.]

[You can say that you know the answer to the question. 】

[Of course, you will definitely not say these words in your heart. ]

You chose to use "apology for being rude during the search" as your reason.

【Artorius has no doubt about you at all.】

[She seemed to have remembered something, and after saying "wait a minute", she turned back to look for something on her little wooden cart.]

"found it!"

As Artorius said this, something appeared in her hand.

Ian took a closer look and was stunned for a moment - it was a scarf.

and many more.

It doesn't seem like it can be called a scarf.

Because where the threads intertwine, there are forks that cannot be ignored;

The small balls of wool in various places indicate that many accidents occurred in the process of weaving it.

The last and most unignorable point is that it is not finished at all.

Calling it a scarf is really too luxurious.

A more accurate description would be a fabric similar to a scarf.

"What is this?" Ian confirmed.

"I knitted the scarf." Artorius lowered his head, looking quite embarrassed.

"Well...I just learned it recently."

Ian couldn't help but smile a little.

"Does this mean these few days?"

"Yes, it is."

"..."

Ian glanced at the "scarf" in Artorius's hand, then looked at him again, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"Well, Mr. Ian... is it that bad?"

“A little bit.”

"Really..." Artorius pulled his hand back.

"That's true."

"Yes, so give it to me."