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The girl was trying hard to put on a positive face and imitate the bard's tone when her voice suddenly cracked, and she almost burst out laughing herself.

She was also naturally aware that Lu Kang had been collecting information on various 'military strategies'.

Although she didn't quite understand why a magician would be so obsessed with this, she still did her part.

of course.

What she really wanted was to go on a trip together.

Following this guy... it should be quite fun, right?

Before Chapter 200, the story begins with the Rain Witch and the furtive Merlin.

In Morgan Lefebvre's memory, the boy named Subatai, who came from the vast southern continent, had always been a very interesting person.

This was also the feeling she had when she first met him at that banquet.

It can detect its own 'track' and chase it into the garden.

To be able to outmaneuver oneself in magical battles compared to one's normal state.

even.

Daring to openly provoke Vortigern, the 'Humble King' whom even he, in his abnormal state, greatly feared...

In addition, he had a handsome and lovely face at the time.

That day, Subatai had already left a deep impression on Morgan.

This made her feel a little curious and a little friendly towards the boy—it might not be true affection, but she was by no means repulsed, and even felt somewhat close to him.

It was precisely because of this closeness that Morgan, quite unusually, did not object when she heard the magician Merlin, whom she despised, mention the marriage proposal, and did not show her disgust for Merlin, which she never bothered to hide.

It was because of this closeness that she frequently visited Windmill City after that day, and often took Lu Kang to extremely high places.

She likes to look at windmills.

I enjoy feeling the wind.

She also enjoys looking out over the whole of Britain from a very high place—overlooking Britain that is destined to belong to her.

She preferred talking to Lu Kang, enjoying listening to the boy's relaxed yet unrestrained conversations and his sharp critiques of various people and things.

He said Vortigern was nothing but an old scoundrel who held power on the island, and he criticized Merlin as a big liar who liked to deceive. He talked about the resurgence of the Roman Empire in the south, but then said that it was just a false prosperity before its collapse.

He also said that this year's harvest in Windmill City will surpass previous years, getting better year by year. He said that with the help of Windmill City, even the poorest people in Britain will not suffer from hunger.

He also said that the class known as knights would sweep away all threats in the future.

This is to protect Britain.

Protect her kingdom.

Although the boy would often make his own jokes and talk about the failure of their first meeting without any hesitation, and would often bicker with her and ask her to call him brother, Morgan didn't dislike these words. She liked and even enjoyed this leisurely and carefree feeling.

Many times, she would also look forward to Lu Kang leaving this city.

He went with me to the places he often talked about.

Go on adventures, just like the poems written by the bards of Britain.

The day she had been waiting for.

And it has finally arrived.

...

Faced with Morgan, whose face was full of pride but was actually tsundere, whose face clearly showed that she wanted to go with you, but who insisted on pretending to beg you, you were helpless, but you still took the opportunity to extend an invitation to the girl—using the tone of 'brother' to respond to 'sister'.

Naturally, you received a glare from the girl, as well as a powerful elbow strike.

You pulled the girl onto the carriage and rode away, startling her so much that she clung to you tightly.

The horse jolted, and Morgan was pressed against Lu Kang's chest.

She gripped his collar tightly, the cloak billowing in the wind, revealing the taut lines of her thighs beneath her short skirt.

Each bump sent her chest slamming heavily against his arm, the soft touch penetrating through her clothes.

"Slow down, slow down!" Her ears were red and her voice trembled, but she refused to give in and let go.

Lu Kang could smell the faint scent of wild roses in her hair and the hot breath she exhaled when she was breathing rapidly—but he just laughed very freely.

She insisted on coming along.

How she decides to travel is no longer up to her!

Even so, Lu Kang still pulled on the reins and slowly slowed down on the road. Morgan, realizing his loss of composure, let out another soft hum, but did not loosen his grip on Lu Kang's clothes—it was hard to say whether he was genuinely afraid or doing it on purpose.

She simply raised her eyebrows and gazed at the boy in front of her.

Compared to our first meeting two years ago, the young man before me is now tall and handsome, as if he has undergone a transformation, no longer so naive, but increasingly charming.

Morgan was stunned for a moment.

Upon realizing what had happened, she couldn't help but lower her eyes.

The entire journey was speechless.

...

Starting from Aquinus, the windmill town in southern Britain, you begin your journey across the land, challenging legendary heroes of bygone eras.

You traveled 50 miles north of Windmill City, traveling by day and resting by night, and arrived at Oak Valley at noon on the third day.

This valley in southern Britain, surrounded by ancient oak trees, is home to the legend of "Iron Arm" Brennan—who is said to have smashed through a ten-meter-high boulder with his iron-armed arms, a feat he was proud of.

[You know, this is a Celtic warrior at the very top of the 'Heroic Realm'.]

But when you learn his techniques during the 'challenge' and smash boulders with a branch, this old warrior, who can easily crush horseshoes with his bare hands, is so amazed that he braids his beard into a plait.

Morgan secretly used magic to make all the acorns in the valley grow mocking expressions.

After that, you continued traveling northwest for another 70 li, and on the seventh day you arrived at the shore of Blackwater Lake.

[On the shore of the lake lives Godric the One-Eyed, whose harpoons are said to be able to pierce through ten layers of leather shields forged by demon bulls.]

You used Morgan's hairband as a bowstring, and the arrow you shot stuck in a dead tree thousands of meters away.

The old fisherman was deeply moved by this. He had heard of your reputation and said you were a true knight. He gave you the luminous scales as a keepsake.

On the thirteenth day, you arrived at the Great Rock Fortress, 120 miles away, near northern Britain.

The lord here, "Stone Shield" Kadoc, is renowned for his defense; his shield has never been breached, and it is said that he even once blocked a heavy hammer blow from "The Lowly King" Vortigern.

But you used the scales given to you by the old fisherman to dazzle the other person with sunlight, and Morgan took the opportunity to change the family crest on the shield into a ridiculous graffiti.

The defeated lord gave you a strange rock that could produce drum sounds when struck; you gave it to Morgan as a gift.

[In this process, you continuously gather 'intelligence' on the martial arts of Celtic warriors who are close to or have already reached the realm of great heroes, and compile it into your thought circuits, gathering it within your 'arsenal'.]

[In this process, you successfully raised your arsenal to the level of a great hero by gathering 'intelligence'.]

The reputation of the 'Grand Duke' began to spread among the heroes of the old era, gaining increasing recognition.

During this time, you also had your share of banter and arguments with Morgan.

In a state of tranquility and leisure

You are heading north.

[One month after leaving the windmill city]

You are getting closer and closer to the northern British territory occupied by the 'Humble King'.

...

That was a legend that happened before the legend, a story that happened before the story.

By piecing together fragments of information from the Arthurian legends, we can infer that before the legend of the 'King of Knights,' there existed a group of real people whose lives were intertwined. The most perfect story should not be limited to a single era.

And in that poem that began, the ancient bard described it this way.

They said it was a travelogue about a 'knight' and a 'witch'.

The knight's grand duke, the witch in the rain.

That was before the king became king.

It was also when they were still young and inexperienced.

Before the Legend of King Arthur

During his travels, Morgan enjoyed listening to your stories about the adventures of the girl known as the Rain Witch, who loved to travel in the rain.

It's like telling another version of yourself's story.

...

"This rain is really heavy."

Hiding in the tree hollow, Lu Kang gazed at the torrential rain pouring down outside. The cascading water droplets formed continuous lines hanging from the ground, seemingly trying to glue the sky and earth together. The misty curtain of water blurred the scenery, making everything in the distance appear unreal and indistinct. Inside the rain, the cave fire flickered. The boy looked up and saw Morgan sitting beside the fire, and couldn't help but marvel, "It's rare to see you so quiet..."

Morgan, however, simply stared at the campfire.

"Su, tell me a story before the rain stops!"

She said it suddenly.

Lu Kang was about to tease her when he noticed that she was secretly forming a healing magic seal on her left hand—the barely perceptible scratch on his wrist was glowing faintly.

The girl gave a soft hum: "This is the 'reward'."

During these days, in the process of 'challenging' those famous and even great heroes on the British islands, in order to gather more accurate martial arts intelligence, Lu Kang would often remove the barrier of true ether to experience the martial arts more personally and to collect more accurate intelligence.

In the meantime, some minor injuries are naturally unavoidable.

A few bumps and collisions are perfectly normal.

But Lu Kang can actually heal himself.

His mind magic far surpasses Morgan's magic in terms of versatility.

However, he didn't spoil the mood, but instead asked:

Which one do you want to hear?

"Whatever." She turned her face away. "But if it gets boring, I'll turn you into a frog."

"Then I'll put you in my pocket and continue traveling around with you!"

"What? Travel Frog—"

Lu Kang responded, thought for a moment, and then smiled.

He said, "But as for a story... I do have one."

"Let me tell you a story about the 'King of Knights'."

Upon hearing the story's title, Morgan paused, instinctively thinking, "You have such 'wolfish ambitions'?" In modern Britain, everyone knew that Lucan was undoubtedly the leader of the knights, the Grand Duke of the Knights—not a 'king,' but if the knights were to elect a king, he would be the only candidate.

However, Morgan's words had not yet been spoken.

A sudden burst of coughing came from the rain.

Lu Kang looked in the direction of the sound and simply said calmly:

"'Sage' Merlin, have you finally decided to come out?"

He thought to himself that using the story of King Arthur would indeed bring this guy out!

"Ahem... I was just passing by, just passing by." The handsome young man with red eyes, dressed in a white robe, walked out of the rain with even more embarrassment.

He was met with Lu Kang's teasing smile.

He was also met with Morgan's stern and disgusted gaze.

He raised his hands: "Really, you believe me!"

Chapter 201 The North, Spreading with Warcraft, The Embryonic Form of Martial Arts Training: The So-Called Big Data Martial Arts Training!

Merlin the Wise, during his travels with the King and his sworn brother, the Knight Kael, once said: 'I once traveled north with the pinnacle of chivalry, witnessing countless ancient sights along the way.'