I weave my destiny in parallel time and space

The old man talked to the young man for a while, and Xia Ya didn't speak. He just stood outside and waited quietly, listening and waiting.

After a while, the door of the wooden house slowly opened, and an old man walked in. He was wearing a gray robe, messy, with unkempt gray hair and beard scattered randomly, and his face was full of the traces of time. The traces on it look like they are at least seventy or eighty years old.

But his eyes were still bright. He saw Xia standing at the door, and their eyes looked at each other for a while at that moment.

After a while, a voice came from inside the wooden house.

"Teacher, is there someone outside?"

A young man walked out of the wooden house and stood beside the old man. The young man was very handsome and had dark hair, somewhat similar to young Arthur.

He looked at Xia Ya curiously, and Xia Ya also looked at him quietly.

"He is the teacher's friend." The old man touched the boy's head and said.

He took out some coins from his body and threw them to the boy, "Go to town and buy two bottles of rum. Go to the store I often go to. You can handle the rest of the money yourself."

"Yes!" The young man responded excitedly, took the money and ran out along the mountain path.

Naturally, the old man didn't really want to drink, he just found an excuse to get rid of him.

"This kid has good energy." Xia Ya said as she watched the young man leave.

"His name is Mordred," the old man said.

Xia Ya nodded, "It's just that the name is not auspicious."

The old man smiled and saw that his appearance changed under Char's gaze. His hair became more shiny and his wrinkles gradually disappeared, turning into Arthur's appearance.

Arthur looked at Sissi who was being held by Char.

"What's this kid's name?"

"You can call her Sissi." Xia Ya said.

Arthur knelt down, looked level with Sissi, and then smiled softly.

"Can I give you a gift?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and a scabbard appeared in his hand, which was Avalon's scabbard.

"Here, take it."

Sissi was a little at a loss, she raised her head and glanced at Xia Ya.

"Take it." Xia Ya said softly.

So Sissi reached out and took the scabbard. The moment her hands touched the scabbard, the scabbard decomposed into countless light spots, and then poured directly into her body.

"Gone." Sissi looked at herself in a panic.

"No, it's not gone." Arthur whispered, "It's just that it belongs to you."

"This gift you gave is too precious." Xia Ya whispered softly.

"This is what you gave me originally, isn't it?" Arthur stood up slowly and said, "I no longer need this thing."

Xia Ya stared at it quietly, "What exactly do you want to do?"

"Come in and sit down," Arthur said.

He led Xia Ya into the wooden house. The wooden house was not big. There was only a living room on the first floor, with several dining tables, bookshelves, and a workbench. The stove on one side was burning with flames, providing some warmth. .

There is an attic here. The small attic should be where they usually sleep. The layout of this place is very similar to Char's original castle.

Arthur took them to sit down at the dining table on one side and poured a glass of water for himself and Char.

He did not answer Xia Ya's question, but began to explain the child's life experience.

"That child is the son of Victor's daughter Vivian Britannia."

"He looks a lot like you." Xia Ya said.

"It can be considered as having a part of my bloodline." Arthur said, "She collected my blood to create life and used some ancient witchcraft.

She wants him to avenge her father and kill me.

I used another identity to find her, that of an ancient magician, and successfully gained Vivian's trust and became the child's teacher. "

"This is a child with a rough fate." Arthur murmured in a low voice, "He was born out of hatred and did not have any maternal or paternal love.

I may not be able to be his father, but at least, I can lead him to the right path. "

"But your purpose should be more than that." Xia Ya said.

Arthur was silent for a while, and then said, "You should have listened to the whole thing outside just now, and you should have already made some guesses."

"Are you sure you want to make this choice?" Xia Ya said calmly, "You have many other options."

"I know." Arthur's eyes were quiet, but without any hesitation or hesitation.

“I can choose to send troops to deal with those nobles, take back their fields for redistribution, and alleviate the conflicts that currently exist in Britannia.

When I pass away, I can go to the grave with the reputation of a generation of wise kings, and even be remembered for generations to come. "

He raised his eyes to look at Xia Ya, his eyes burning, "But this is not what I want."

“And like I told the kid, nothing is going to change, it’s just going to be delayed.

I have never been someone who sweeps dirty things under the bed and thinks they don’t exist, nor do I leave problems to future generations to solve.

A top-down revolution can only cure the symptoms but not the root cause. Only bottom-up can completely change the country. "

He pondered for a moment and said in a low voice.

"Three years ago, I went to the south for inspection. There, a new aristocracy emerged and annexed a large amount of land.

I went to a town within his sphere of influence. The people in the town warmly welcomed me, and the noble also welcomed my arrival.

I received countless cheers and cheers there. "

“But do you know what that town is like?

Because they lost their land, many people could only become laborers in factories and farmhands on noble farms, receiving meager wages.

This is pretty good. I live a tight life and can support myself and my family.

There are still many people who can only work in black factories. They have no minimum wage and no time limit. They can only work hard to find a way out through health.

That day, I became seriously ill or disabled due to the dangers of pollution and irregular work.

What's more, he can only become a vagrant, living on the streets, and no one will care if he dies on a cold winter night.

Although Britannia is rich now, in fact, in places where the power of the imperial power has not reached, there are still many places that have not changed at all, or are even worse.

Even if the environment is stable, they have no direction to resist.

But even so, they did not show any anger towards me as the emperor. Their eyes were full of expectation, excited that they could see me in person.

The local nobles and officials arranged a grand lavish ceremony for me, with guards in formal attire and a luxurious carriage inlaid with gold.

The cost of a welcoming ceremony is what thousands of families spend for a year.

The people who welcomed me on both sides of the street included homeless homeless people with no clothes on, and dirty workers who worked illegally.

Can you imagine the irony of that scene? "

Arthur stared at Char.

“I see in them the imprint left on their hearts by the centuries-old monarchy of Britannia.

In your words, I see servility in them.

The Britannia I wanted, not the Britannia like this.

They need to understand one thing.

Even the lofty monarch is still a human being, not a god.

He will still bleed and die."