Humans Are in Britain, the Noble Phantasm God's Key

"The significance of a banquet is not eating and drinking, but a means of communication." Yanain said lightly.

"As far as this bunch of uncivilized monkeys are concerned, I don't think they have anything worth socializing with." Ned Hogg said disdainfully.

Yanain shook his head helplessly. Although Ned Hogg's view of human beings has changed a lot since this period of time, it is only limited to the people around him, such as the Knights, Artoria, Lance Lotter et al.

As for the others, they were still no different from uncivilized monkeys in her eyes.

At this time, the other nobles suddenly noticed that two strange faces had entered the banquet. However, when they noticed the silver armor and the iconic black hair and black eyes, they couldn't help showing strong astonishment in their eyes.

"Huh? That's... Arthur!?"

"No way, Morgan actually invited him?"

"What the hell does that mean, Morgan?"

Many nobles frowned slightly, feeling a little uneasy in their hearts.

Morgan's coveting of the throne is well known, and she actually invited the new king over at this time. If there is nothing tricky about it, they wouldn't believe it if they were killed!

Fortunately, Camelot had the confinement circle set up by Merlin, otherwise they might have been considering whether to leave early.

With Morgan's crazy character, who knows what she will do!

However, there are still some nobles who applaud secretly from the bottom of their hearts. As long as Morgan and the new king fight, the difficulty for the latter to ascend to the throne will definitely increase several times!

After all, Morgan is also the eldest daughter of the former king and the successor of [Island Power]. If she is determined to add trouble, even the new king will have a headache.

At that time, adding Felius, who can cover the sky with one hand, is almost equivalent to completely cutting off the possibility of the other party ascending the throne!

Thinking of this, the corners of their mouths couldn't help but raise a happy arc. If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, they couldn't even help laughing.

Yanain had a panoramic view of everyone's expressions, the corner of his mouth raised a meaningful arc, and walked forward with Artoria as if nothing had happened.

"I really didn't expect, Your Majesty, that you will come to this banquet."

A tall man in a tuxedo came over, followed by a red-haired man with a melancholy temperament.

"This is a great opportunity to help the king expand his network. If he gave up for nothing, wouldn't the king be a fool? What do you think, Duke Marco?" Yanain smiled.

Duke Marco was taken aback for a moment, then laughed loudly and said, "As expected, His Majesty, a person who can lead [-] cavalry to kill [-] troops should indeed have such extraordinary courage."

Yanain narrowed his eyes slightly. He had announced that three hundred cavalry were against twenty thousand troops, but the number eight thousand popped out from the corner of the Duke of Cornwall's mouth.

This shows that the opponent has basically grasped the truth of the Battle of the Great Plains.

The old fox...he cursed secretly in his heart, but still had a flat smile on his surface: "You are too famous."

Although Duke Marco looked bold and unruly, his thoughts were more delicate than embroidery needles. He deliberately said eight thousand, just to see how Yanain would react.

To his surprise, Yanain remained calm.

This made him involuntarily let out a long sigh in his heart, both sad and happy.

The sadness is naturally because Yanain's maturity and prudence make him feel a lot of pressure. As the saying goes, being with a king is like a tiger. A monarch who is not showing his emotions is a disaster for a courtier like him.

He is happy because he has placed his bet on Yanaen from the very beginning. The higher the quality of the other party, the greater the possibility of ascending the throne, and the more benefits he will naturally get in the future.

"By the way, the Duke of Marko sent Tristan to escort the king, and the king hasn't thanked you yet." Yanain smiled.

"It's just a trivial matter." Duke Marco waved his hand boldly.

"How can this be a trivial matter." Yanain laughed. "It just so happens that the king recently discovered a silver mine in Ghana, but the specific reserves have not been detected yet. I wonder if Duke Marko is interested?"

Duke Marco narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes stayed on Yanain's face for a moment, with a smile on his old face: "Your Majesty is really a big hand."

"Where there is gain, there is loss, and if there is loss, there is gain. If you can't give anything, you will naturally get nothing." Yanain said.

"Haha!" Duke Marco laughed twice, and nodded with satisfaction, "If that's the case, then I'll be disrespectful."

Even for a nobleman like him, the value of a silver mine is enough to be called "precious", but what really satisfied him was Yanain's attitude.

Knowing how to exchange benefits and not being stingy and selfish is a very important quality for a monarch.

If you want to gain a firm foothold in this kind of upper-class society and gain the support of others, you must show visible and tangible benefits. Otherwise, no one will respond to you even if you just talk about it.

【No permanent friends, only permanent interests. 】—No matter which era it is in, this is universal truth.

"Sorry, Duke Marco, may I ask you a question?" Arturia said suddenly.

"Of course, beautiful lady, it is the duty of a gentleman to help a girl solve her confusion." Duke Marco laughed.

"Well, I don't understand why Tristan can come in with you?" Artoria looked puzzled, "Didn't it mean that each invitee can only bring one of his female companions to this party? ?”

Duke Marco was slightly taken aback, and then laughed loudly: "Girl, it is true that each invitee can only bring in one family member, but there is no restriction that it must be a female companion. Presumably you should be from those who You can hear it from a guy who has never been to a banquet, haha, sometimes I hear this too."

"Is...is that so?" Artoria pulled a stiff smile on her face, "Sorry, I'm ignorant."

Merlin you bastard! !

She gritted her teeth secretly, and decided to chop Merlin into pieces with the Sword of Promised Victory when she returned home!

Next, under the recommendation of Duke Marco, Yanain got to know many other nobles, and other nobles continued to join in, making the nobles around him almost reach five points of all the nobles present. The second, completely became the focus of the audience.

The rest of the nobles looked at this scene, some looked a little hesitant, while others looked paler.

A slightly wealthy nobleman stood in the corner, looking at Yanain surrounded by the crowd, his face pale as paper.

He is Earl Hugan, the elder brother of the Minister of Finance. Over the past ten years, the two brothers have secretly amassed innumerable wealth by taking advantage of their positions.

A few days ago, he heard that the new king had appeared, and because he was worried about the incident, he secretly sent killers to assassinate the new king, but none of those sent out came back.

Now that the new king returned to the capital with a great victory, he thought that the opponent would be obstructed, but he did not expect so many nobles to stand on the opponent's side.

Now he can only pray that Morgan Le Fay and Felius can cause enough trouble for the new king to prevent him from taking the throne.

Chapter 118 Chapter 64 Feather Dust + Ksitigarbha Yuhun (3/62)

Yanain and the surrounding nobles were talking with each other, the atmosphere was harmonious and harmonious, and Artoria next to her gradually adapted to the atmosphere here. Although she still held back and dared not speak, at least she was no longer holding on to Ya Naen like before. Nunn's arm was gone.

"I have long heard that His Majesty's Knights are invincible and invincible, and all of them have undeserved courage. I don't know where His Majesty recruited so many talents?" A count laughed.

The rest of the nobles cast their eyes one after another, and they were also very curious. It has only been three short months since the new king emerged, and where did he find such a terrifying army.

Before this, they had never heard of such a legion in Britain

"Although it's a little boastful, I didn't actually look for these people on purpose." Yanain smiled, "After the king selection ceremony was over, a group of knights did not choose to leave immediately, but stayed in Taylor Bier, intending to pay their respects to them. I pledged allegiance because I was struck by their sincerity, so I gave them that chance."

Many nobles' hearts were shocked. Doesn't this mean that this knight order was cultivated by the new king himself?

Duke Marco's eyes flickered slightly: "I don't know how strong they were at that time?"

"Strength?" Yanain touched his chin, thought for a moment, and glanced at the sad knight beside him with a melancholy temperament, "If you don't count Lan Maloch, it is estimated that Sir Tristan alone can defeat them all Bar."

He felt that there should be no problem with his description. After all, Tristan is one of the best knights of the round table. In terms of martial arts alone, he is even comparable to the leader of the round table, Lancelot. Whether it is bow, spear or sword, he has excellent skills. Not bad attainments.

Given the loose state of the Knights at that time, even if they went together, they might not necessarily be Tristan's opponent.

Unexpectedly, he would be used as an object of comparison. Tristan was startled for a moment, then slightly bowed and said, "You are too famous."

The nobles looked at each other, feeling extremely absurd in their hearts.

How could it be possible to train a group of ordinary knights into such a terrifying army in just three months? Such an exaggerated thing can only happen in myths and legends!

But they suddenly remembered that the new king himself was suspected to have the mighty power of a god, and wouldn't such a thing like three hundred knights rushing to kill twenty thousand troops only happen in fairy tales?

If a man is capable of one impossible thing, why should he not be able to do the second?

"Your Majesty, I don't know what method you used to train these knights in the first place. Can you tell us and let us have a good experience?" Another earl said.

The others immediately stared at him with idiot eyes. Unless the new king is a fool, how could he say such important information so easily.

"Okay." Anain nodded.

Actually said it! ?

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

"Your Majesty, you... are you really planning to tell us the method?" the earl who had spoken before stammered. He actually just wanted to try it out, and he didn't have much hope. However, he didn't expect Yanain to agree. So refreshing.

"Why not?" Yanain smiled slightly, "Everyone is from Camelot, your strength has become stronger, and naturally Camelot's strength has also increased. In the future, we will defeat Vortigern and even unify Isn't it a good thing that the hope of Britain will be greater?"

Defeat Vortigern and unite Britain!

Hearing this, many nobles were shocked. The new king's goal was too big.

Just defeating that white dragon is already extremely difficult, but he still wants to unify the entire British Isles?

This is something that only the Roman Empire did!

In the past, they would only secretly laugh at each other's overreach in their hearts, but at this moment, they couldn't help feeling a strong admiration for Yanain in their hearts.

"Please rest assured, Your Majesty, from now on, the Kaimengs family will always be your most solid backing. As long as you need it, the Kaimengs soldiers will definitely clear all obstacles in front of you!"

"Regardless of mountains of swords and seas of fire, the Kent family will resolutely carry out your will."

"And the Taramon family..."

As if moved by these words, several nobles swore allegiance to Yanaen on the spot.

Duke Marco sighed secretly in his heart. At first he thought that the new king would be that kind of treacherous little fox, but he never expected that the other party would be such a selfless person who completely abandoned his personal life for the sake of the country's prosperity. His gains and losses, this brilliant spirit really made him feel ashamed.

Perhaps only this kind of person can pull out the sword in the stone and bear the fate of the chosen king.

Anain looked around and saw a map of Camelot hanging on the wall, so he led the crowd forward and drew a zigzag line on it with runes.

"Actually, this king's training method is very simple. He just chooses a road of trials and then asks them to complete this road. By the way, as long as someone can successfully walk through this road of trials, then this king would recognize him as a true knight."

The nobleman frowned slightly as he looked at the marked road.

"I remember that there seems to be a 1000-meter cliff in this place...."

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

"What are you guys, have you seen this 'Flying Dragon Ridge'? Do you know why this place is called this name? Because this is the lair of Wyverns!"

Because the mood was too shocking, some nobles couldn't maintain their restraint, and couldn't help but swear.

What kind of trial road is this? It is a dead end!

No one doubted whether Yanain was lying to them. After all, almost no one would go to these places. Just go back and investigate, and you can easily get the answer.

"Now I know why your knight order is so strong." The earl couldn't help but smiled wryly.

The rest of the nobles nodded approvingly. Even a pig can take off if it can overcome such a dead end.