Otherwise, you can find another savior.

"On the one hand, you allow goblins to pour into Londinium, but on the other hand, you don't trust those goblins?" Ash put down the water glass and fell softly on the bed.

The ends of her hair turned into ice blue and fell on her chest.

"No, trust will still be given, but this 'trust' has conditions attached." Shiomi said, "You should know very well. Even when the clans were moving towards unity, Feng and Wing had repeated their mistakes. If they hadn't realized that they were helpless in the face of the great disaster, how could they have accepted the alliance?"

"Capricious." Jian understood very well.

Those goblins only believe in their own judgment and ideas, and follow anyone's instructions. It's just that they don't know what to do next, and it just happens that there is someone who can tell them.

Once they feel they are capable, they will immediately abandon everything that happened before and act according to their own ideas.

If clans cannot attack each other, then slaughter the humans and goblins who leave the clan.

If peace meant no more wars, that would be boring.

……

Reasons like these, big or small, no matter how insignificant, can be the fundamental driving force that drives goblins to do whatever they want and act recklessly.

"What if... things develop in the worst direction?" Jian asked again.

But Shiomi sighed deeply: "You don't want to know."

"..." Jian suddenly felt a little cold.

She could no longer imagine that the ideal she had spent thousands of years building with her own hands would be shattered again.

Between her and him, who could not accept it more?

Who will be more angry?

The answer was about to come out, but Jian hoped very much that the answer would not appear.

Hugging Shiomi from behind and resting her face on his shoulder, the warmth of their skin returned, and she felt her mood return to calm.

"I'm sorry to make you feel uneasy," Shiomi said.

"This isn't your fault. It's the inevitable test of what we do," Ash said softly. "I'm just worried that you've invested too much in Londinium..."

"What you said, don't you have any feelings for Londinion?" Shiomi hugged her in his arms.

"In fact, I care more about Britain than Londinium." She added with emphasis, "Of course, I care more about you than Britain."

"No wonder you always hint that I should become the King of Britain as soon as possible. So that's how it is?" Xi Jian asked.

"That's not what I meant." Ash slapped his chest resentfully. "Perhaps I'm even more indifferent than my husband thinks. As long as Britain can survive, I don't care whether the island's fairies or humans exist."

"I know."

"I know you know."

"...Don't take the conversation off track like that." Shiomi frowned, as if angry. "My wife is so indecent, I'm afraid as a husband I won't be able to resist punishing her."

With a sudden force, Jian pushed him down onto the bed.

"What punishment is it? Tell me about it."

"I want to make sure you can't get out of bed for the next few days." Xi Jian turned over, and the offensive and defensive positions suddenly changed.

"Can you do it? If you can, then give it a try."

She raised her hand and stroked his face, which was the same as when they first met, and ran her fingers through his sweaty hair.

"Don't regret it."

“…Hmm~.”

Chapter 81: Oxford Ruins

After the summer, Londinium had returned to the normal track after the end of the expedition and resumed its usual production and prosperity.

Taking advantage of the period of peace in the city, Shiomi and Ash handed the affairs of Londinium to Bawan See for supervision, and assigned Tetrot, Grimm and others to assist. Then they set out west with their guards, embarking on a tour to Oxford, the territory of the Fang Clan.

In name, this time Shiomi and Ash were just inspecting the situation in Oxford, cleaning up the remaining Morse and other disasters in the area, and preparing to hand over this land to Yaling Reinecke of the Fangs.

After the rise of Londinion, apart from Reinek, only a small number of Fang fairies chose to follow. Most of the Fang fairies did not want to submit to Shiomi, but they disdained to coexist with humans.

These Fang clans are now the backbone of the anti-Londinian forces and are an important part of the obstacle to Shiomi and Ash's unification of Britain.

But precisely because Oxford is too close to Londinium, after the decisive battle of Oxford seven hundred years ago, the Fang Fairies completely abandoned this place, retreating west to Salisbury and the north, colluding with the resistance forces of other clans.

Oxford, baptized by war, has never become a battlefield again. After seven hundred years of wind, rain and even disasters, the ruins stand there, like a signpost of history, telling a silent story.

"It really is... a sign of ruin."

After cleaning up Morse and the black dog that were active at the Oxford ruins, Jian gently took off his hood and looked at the surrounding scenery.

The Royal Guards were stationed in an orderly manner at various intersections in the city, on guard against disasters that had not yet been completely suppressed and might occur again at any time.

Under Shiomi's training, Londinium's Round Table Army has acquired the ability to fight in groups and deal with most disasters.

Except for the once-in-a-millennium disaster that can only be suppressed by Xiomi and Zhao.

"After all, Reinecke and the Fang Fairies who followed him into Londinium have all integrated smoothly into the city and regard Londinium as their second home."

After inspecting the surrounding situation, Shiomi and Jian walked towards the bell tower in Oxford.

"As expected, if there were no fairies and no people, even the most prosperous city would be reduced to ruins." Jian didn't find it shocking.

Compared to the scenes in my hometown Orkney, everything here is just a reproduction in another sense.

She is calm enough and indifferent to goblins to be able to use violence with a wand, but she lacks the necessary brutality in her heart to become a cruel magician.

"Don't worry, this place will be rebuilt eventually, or it will continue to look like this."

Shiomi raised his hand, and vines grew out of the ground, pushing aside the broken walls that blocked their path.

"I have rung the five pilgrimage bells. Before the Fang Clan opposed Londinion, they never even thought of destroying this place." Looking at the equally dilapidated bell hall, Jian sighed.

"After the decisive battle of Oxford began, I took control of the area around the Bell Hall." Shiomi said, "Perhaps Reinecke didn't explain the matter of the bone bell to the Fang Clan, or perhaps the Fang fairies didn't care at all. Anyway—"

"It went very smoothly?" Jian laughed, and she also remembered the situation of the decisive battle.

After taking on the role of wife of the Lord of Londinium, Zhi spent most of her time in the rear. The Battle of Oxford was one of the few major battles in which she personally visited the front lines.

This is done because the ash has two purposes.

On the one hand, he wanted to test his battlefield command ability on the front line, and on the other hand, he wanted to accumulate more battlefield experience.

"That's right." Xijian nodded.

Every battle fought in Britain defies common sense.

When a certain existence on the battlefield is powerful enough to control the direction of the battlefield situation, all that remains to be done is to "use the right tactics to unite and the unusual tactics to win."

Correctly utilize superior forces and flexibly change tactics according to battlefield conditions.

The battlefield, which could have been crushed by a single soldier, was portrayed as a victory under their leadership.

"It's been more than three hundred years since the last expedition," said Jian.

"Are you referring to that ridiculous battle at the River of Tears?" Shiomi showed a strange expression. "The anti-Londinian army gathered there, intending to use the magic of the Dorachi River to lure our army into the river..."

For the goblins, this is indeed a sinister and even vicious plan.

The only flaw is that the anti-Londinian forces have forgotten how long Shiomi and Ash have lived in Britain and are already familiar with the customs and culture of Britain.

The River of Tears, which holds no secrets, is no exception.

"So my husband cast a rune on the entire army that prevented them from seeing the River of Tears, causing the enemy army, which was originally sure of victory, to retreat. He himself drowned in the river as a result." Ash also thought that the war was ridiculous.

Originally, the two sides had equal forces, and Jian had gone to the front lines specifically for this purpose.

But the result was that kind of scene.

"The right time, the right place, and the right people." Xi Jian shook his head. "On the battlefield, these things are all very important. In that battle, the time was evenly matched, the enemy had the advantage of the place, and our army had the upper hand in morale."

What remains is to deprive the other party of the geographical advantage.

In that situation, simply ordering the entire army to ignore the River of Tears in order to avoid the fairy territory and not be lured by the drifting objects was unrealistic.

Using magic to interfere with cognition is the most correct approach.

"In short, the battlefield isn't that interesting." Xi Jian paused at the steps of the bell hall, turned around, and looked into Jian's clear blue eyes. "Now that you're here, I don't need to worry about your eyes becoming stained from seeing too much blood."

"What about you?" Jian shook her head. Her fairy eyes could still see through the truth, but the price was that Xi Jian had purified them for thousands of years. "There is always a cold flame burning in your eyes. Even if it doesn't burn me, it will burn yourself—"

"Why can't it be... something within sight?" Xijian turned around and looked at the ruins of Oxford. "I'm actually used to seeing killing. At this point, Jian doesn't need to worry about me."

There was a hint of melancholy in Jian's eyes.

"Even so—"

She knew very well that her husband had a strong heart before he met her.

Don't chase after one-sided hopes, and don't succumb to the despair before your eyes.

But no matter how hot the blood is, it will inevitably become cold.

"Even so, we have to do what we have to do."

Xi Jian said this, took her hand, and walked up the stairs to the bell hall.

Chapter 82: The Last Pilgrimage Bell

"'The Song of Paradise, the Voice of the Inner Sea, born to be chosen, judged, and corrected. The Bone Bell of Beginnings points the way home for those who have strayed. —Forgive their sins.'"

Standing in front of the pilgrimage bell, Ash quietly recited the blessing words that he knew by heart under the watchful eye and protection of Shiomi.

After 1,800 years, the bell, which had already rung five times, once again announced the sound of a certain voice in a form that spread throughout Britain.

But things have changed over time.

Britain is no longer the country it was 1,800 years ago, moving slowly but hopefully towards clan union.

The rise of human forces and Londinium is taking Britain in a direction never imagined by any elves.

Regardless of whether the goblins of Britain accept this path.

Although it was midsummer, a strong wind blew in Britain, which made people sway uncontrollably. Shiomi had to exert a little effort to avoid being affected.

The wind did not last long. It slowed down in just a dozen seconds and continued to blow gently on the face as before.

"How is it? After ringing the last pilgrimage bell, do you feel any changes in yourself?" Shiomi asked calmly and gently.

Jian lowered his eyelids, as if he was meditating, or as if he was feeling the power of the fairies in paradise.

With the last of the restrictions initially placed on her body removed, she finally had full power.

The world became extremely clear in her eyes, whether it was the true ether or the four elements, or everything else that was not included, all were clearly visible.

She was now certain that no matter what magic Shiomi used in front of her, she could see through its entire essence at a glance and recreate it in her own hands.

But... there was no crazy joy...

Jian slowly raised his head and looked at the man in front of him.

A husband who has been with you for thousands of years, never leaving you.

"It seems... even if I ring all the bells, I still can't let go of you and complete my mission." Jian smiled awkwardly and shyly. "Power has completely renewed my understanding of the world, and it has also completely renewed my heart. The part about you is still dazzling and warm."

"See, I told you it was okay." Xi Jian couldn't help laughing.

Jian closed one eye and looked at him slyly. "Except for the inherent barrier derived from the mental landscape, which cannot be replicated, I have mastered all the magic my husband learned and passed down."

"I knew it a long time ago." Xi Jian shrugged calmly, "You are the kind of magic genius that makes me want to be jealous, but I can't."

She rushed into his arms with the wind, gently hugging this body full of familiar warmth and breath.

"I still love you, so much so that I can't fulfill my responsibilities."

"I am the same." Xijian hugged her soft waist and answered in her ear.

Then, Jian's voice suddenly became serious:

"In fact, I have been aware of the doubts in my mission since I rang the bells of Orkney, but I kept them to myself. Now, perhaps it is time to tell you all this."

"'Correct Britain's mistakes'...it's indeed very ambiguous. I guess Paradise had already set up supplementary prompts corresponding to the Pilgrimage Bell when they sent you to the ground." Xi understood.

Jian rose from his arms. "My husband once said that in the history of your birthplace, in the distant past, white giants ravaged the earth, but were finally repelled by the Holy Sword of the Star."

"Hmm. So I guess that for some reason, there is no Holy Sword of the Star in this world, which led to the white giant completing its predation on the planet." Shiomi replied.

"Your speculations so far have been pretty close to the correct answer," Ash said. "I'm not entirely sure why, but the six-winged Primordial A-ling, responsible for forging the Holy Sword of the Star, failed to fulfill her mission. Therefore, I was given the 'mission' to rectify this 'mistake.'"