It turns out that the things that can be linked to Merlin, even if they are ordinary, are not ordinary, and Alan really made a lot of money this time.

Rao didn't touch the incomparably precious things in Merlin's treasury, and his harvest could still make any wizard red-eyed - knowledge was worth more in the wizarding world than a pile of gold, and the information in this warehouse was still Merlin's limited edition.

Even if many of the things in it are no longer precious or even become obsolete under the research of later generations, it still can't hide the preciousness of the materials - because in the long history of the wizarding world, many studies have been lost, especially those spells that require long arias, and even if they are not lost, they are firmly guarded by various families and cannot be looked at by outsiders.

Let's just say that one of the spells that Eren famously knew about was the spell that Voldemort used to bring him back to life - so you can imagine how precious these demanding spells were.

However, Alan didn't have much time to study the spells, and he focused more on the research manuscripts of the time turner—his own heritage could not be studied, and Merlin's study was just a very relevant thing for him, and it definitely didn't have a priority compared to going back.

What's more, the fact that he was researching didn't mean that he had given up on the materials - because Hermione was there.

These days, Hermione was constantly copying this precious knowledge - she had to do a hard job of digging through thick books for useful spells, and then judging from the description and effect of the spell whether there was a need to transcribe it, because many spells had been replaced by simplified spells that worked better.

If you encounter a spell that requires casting materials, it is even more judgmental - the learning of a spell is never a simple sentence, its principle, reading, and possible effects must be copied to make learning possible, so almost all those who can create their own magic are genius-level existences.

Of course, even if you learn it all, combat is another thing - after all, spells don't have a guaranteed buff, and you want to fight and train to everyone.

Anyway, except for the Holy Grail display that day, the rest of the time was spent in research notes and transcriptions, and except for the astonishing Altoria, who was busy and hurried to eat from time to time, no one bothered Lord Merlin, who was studying his own records in the laboratory in order to regain his memory.

As for why Artoria is so busy, Alan says he is partly responsible.

Because he didn't expect that his packaging measures were too eye-catching, and the flickering effect was too good, causing many nearby lords who were originally watching the situation to suddenly and sincerely come over to meet their great King Arthur - although the proportion is not too high, but the population base of the nobles is not placed there!

There is a saying in ancient Western times that pointed out the social class at that time - the vassals who call me vassals are not my vassals.

There are many explanations for this, but in general, it means that his subordinates listen to the propaganda or not, and it is entirely possible to paddle in a battle - but this behavior has been greatly improved by Allen's wave of directing that day, which has led to a great increase in the mobilizable forces of Artoria's men, after all, some people are really pure believers.

It all started the day after the treasure trove was excavated.

The night before, after Alan found out that his harvest could be described as an explosion, he felt that he had done too little - although the information was of little use to him, it was undoubtedly a gateway to a new world for the studious Hermione.

As a result, the original sales plan was completely overturned and turned into a new routine.

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The royal capital.

Pete is an old blacksmith with his own industry and apprenticeship, although those slackers work for more than ten hours a day without much energy, poor craftsmanship, and especially good at spoiling black bread, but Pete is still very satisfied with his current life - after all, he is now at war, and the excellent blacksmiths have been transferred to the army to be responsible for correcting weapons, which makes his business particularly good.

As for why he wasn't transferred?

It wasn't that he was so skilled, but that he had left half a leg behind when he escaped from the mouth of a ferocious crocodile when he was passing through the swamp - although he could still walk around with a wooden stick, he obviously couldn't join the army.

So, when yesterday's regular army in leather armor went door-to-door to inform everyone that they were coming to the royal capital today's rally, Pete decided to make a show - after all, his business had been much better lately, and those who had seen his strange iron-striking posture and turned their heads away could only pinch their scalps when they found that his craft was good and there was nowhere else to go.

After his morning work, he untied his legs from the large stone beside the stove where he was bound his legs, and walked towards the square with a clattering sound—I don't know what it was, but then again, if there was no change in policy today, he might consider adding an old mat to the few apprentices who slept by the stove.

When he was an apprentice, how could he have such a kind master—those slackers knew how to waste the expensive black bread that had risen to a copper because of the war!

Muttering in his mouth, Pete walked towards the square - at this moment the entire square was already full of residents of the royal capital, in addition to the idle guys, many old guys who usually don't like to be lively also arrived, it seems that this time the king took a lot of time to inform ah.

There were too many people, which naturally caused chaos, and after teaching the third one a lesson with wooden legs and strong arms trying to touch something from his money bag, there was finally movement in the originally quiet palace.

With the appearance of a column of guards, Artoria, dressed in scarred armor but without any stains, walked out of the palace, and the scene was suddenly stirred up with dozens of cheers and shouts.

"Wow, Alan, I didn't expect that Artoria, who had looked stupid, was so majestic, and there were so many people when she came out!" Hermione, who was wearing a regular dress on the side, bit her ear at Alan and said—she was pulled out by Alan to see the excitement.

"Well, that's right, she's super king at this time!" Alan nodded in agreement - not as strong as she looked, but she was indeed super popular.

The reason is very simple - Alan deliberately arranged the tray, he is very familiar with this routine, and he is very familiar with the news of the food and wine tray, especially in his hometown, there is still such a story circulating - because the newly opened house cannot be sold, so the developer found a lot of retired old men and old ladies on the 71st day to buy it, but I didn't think that the place was too small, and the whole city knew about it the next day after the recruitment...

It's a sad story - so Alan simply got a few knights over, and his own people won't have problems.

However, his preparation was superfluous, as the people spontaneously shouted out - so it is not known whether the armor that Alan specially ordered to change into worked or not...

But at this moment, the stage is about to be handed over to Artoria, and I hope he can memorize that speech in its entirety - Allen specially asked Hermione to write something that was based on Churchill's inaugural address...

At the moment, he couldn't help more - taking over as queen, it was the first time for Artoria to speak in front of the public, so he had to rely on manuscripts.

However, to his surprise, maybe she was born to be a king - even if she was a little nervous at first, she suppressed the scene with the spirit of a king as soon as she spoke, and Alan remembered Dumbledore for a while.

In particular, the armor covered with scars made the manuscript even more vivid—when halfway through the speech, Artoria even got rid of the original manuscript and began to speak according to his original ideas—not only did the effect not diminish but became a little stronger, and Allen was a little more enthusiastic when he heard it.

As the speech progressed, the mood of the whole square was mobilized, and at the peak of the moment, the audience was full of cheers, and Alan took the opportunity to wave his arm—as the arm slid down, the whole sky instantly turned black.

The originally lively crowd seemed to be splashed like a basin of cold water, quickly cooled down, and then began to whisper earnestly.

Even Artoria was stunned - Alan didn't tell her about this scene at all, so she didn't know what was going on for a while.

Fortunately, the talent of the king made her make her own choice immediately, and after a short panic, her voice sounded after the change: "Don't panic, I'm with you!"

The whispers on the field were suppressed instantly, and Allen, who was busy with her work, couldn't help but give her a thumbs up - he didn't think things were so complicated, originally he thought this magic was very simple.

After Allen finished the action in his hand, a light suddenly appeared in the dark night that could penetrate the entire black curtain, it directly attracted everyone's attention in the darkness, and as everyone's eyes were attracted, the light began to expand rapidly, from a trace to the size of the city gate.

The huge light curtain quickly condensed, forming the shape of a door, and the whole body became golden, and then the huge door slowly opened, leaking a small figure - this was to the door, of course.

At the moment when the figure appeared, there was a sound of kneeling on the ground in the entire square-because the most conspicuous figure behind the door was a pair of shiny wings with white light falling from above.

Almost no one had to shout it, and everyone present already knew what a great existence it was.

Angel!

An angel has descended!

Although the posture is a little strange, holding a box in one hand and a box in the other, whether it is the wings, the light gate, or the huge chant that resounded through the sky, all of them are explaining the identity of the came.

In the midst of their praise, the figure flew lower and lower, and finally stopped in front of King Arthur, and stopped with the chant, and a lightsaber fell on King Arthur's shoulder, and their king knelt down on one knee, and the angel held up the box in his other hand with one hand, and the box slowly opened on its own.

A flood of flames poured out of the box, and finally it was taken in, and everyone saw the contents of the box with their own eyes—a quaint, poorly carved cup.

If this cup is sold, probably not a single copper can be exchanged?—— Pete couldn't help but think so, but soon he was frightened by his evil thought, shook his head fiercely, he shook the thought out, and began to look at the cup.

At this moment, a bold idea suddenly fell into his heart.

Could it be, this cup is?

He was a little unsure, but the thought couldn't get out of his mind.

Fortunately, his idea was quickly confirmed, in front of everyone, King Arthur, who took the cup, suddenly lit up with a golden shield, as the angel dipped a flame from the cup, the golden shield instantly exploded, and then a warm feeling flowed into everyone's hearts.

That's right, it must be that, definitely that!

Pete's heart cried out countless times - yes, King Arthur is destined to be the king of England, and there is no one to replace him! Even God has sent a will to give him that precious cup!

He repented of his previous disrespect, and decided to generously add a few slices of ham to the bread-soaked soup for dinner—thank you, slackers, the great King Arthur!

At this moment, if someone told Pete that the cup was not a holy grail, he would spit directly in the other person's face - how could it be a fake that he saw with his own eyes!

As the angel rose into the air and fell into the door of light, the sky fell into darkness again, but no one fell into fear, because the cup that shone with blue light in King Arthur's hand and what had just happened gave them endless courage.

The moment the light gate disappeared completely, the sky suddenly lit up, and the cup that had been the focus suddenly became inconspicuous, but no one did not cast a sincere gaze on it. The populace even fell to their knees in front of it, chanting King Arthur's name from their mouths.

And Alan and Hermione also quietly left - others didn't know, but Hermione recognized it, even if Alan covered his face with holy light, but he couldn't stand Hermione had seen it before.

"Hey, Alan, how did you do that chant?" she was curious.

Alan showed the tape recorder from his pocket - he just appeared on the stage with a tape recorder invisible by the illusion spell in one hand, and his posture was a little strange, but he always felt that something was missing if he appeared without a bit of BGM.

In general, this performance was okay - but when he saw too many people on stage, he was a little nervous, and he couldn't speak for a while, so he could only rely on his actions to signal, and he didn't know if it was a flaw.

Well, barely, eighty-five points!