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

After a while, the door of the hut slowly opened, and an old man walked in from inside, he was dressed in a gray robe, messy, his untreated gray hair and beard scattered haphazardly, his face was full of the marks of time, and he looked to be at least seventy or eighty years old.

But his eyes were still bright, and he saw Char standing in the doorway, and their eyes met for a moment.

A moment later, there was a voice from inside the cabin.

"Teacher, is there anyone outside?"

A young man came out of the hut and stood beside the old man, who was handsome in appearance and had dark hair, somewhat similar to the young Arthur.

He looked at Char with some curiosity, and Char was also looking at him quietly.

"He's a friend of the teacher." The old man touched the young man's head and said.

He took some coins out of his body and tossed them to the boy, "Go to town and buy two bottles of rum, go to the house I frequent, and leave the rest of the money to you." ”

"Yes!" The young man responded with some excitement, and ran out along the mountain path with the money in his hand.

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

"This kid has a lot of energy." Char said as he watched the young man leave.

"His name is Mordred." The old man said.

Char nodded, "It's just that the name is not very lucky." ”

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

Arthur looked at Sissi, who Char was leading.

"What's the child's name?"

"You can call her Sissi." Char said.

Arthur crouched down, made eye level with Sissi, and smiled softly.

"Shall I give you a gift?"

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

"Come, take it."

Sissi was a little confused, and she looked up at Char.

"Take it." Char said softly.

So Sissi reached out and took the scabbard, and the moment her hands touched the scabbard, the scabbard disintegrated into countless points of light, and then poured directly into her body.

"It's gone." Sissi looked at herself in a bit of a panic.

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

"This gift you've given is too valuable." Char muttered softly.

"That's what you gave me, wasn't it?" Arthur slowly stood up and said, "I don't need this thing anymore."

Char stared at it quietly, "What exactly do you want to do?" ”

"Come in and sit down." Arthur said.

He led Char into the wooden house, which was not large, with only a living room on the first floor, a few dining tables and bookshelves, and a workbench, and a stove burning on one side to provide some warmth.

There was an attic here, and the small attic was supposed to be where they usually slept, which was very similar to the layout of Char's original castle.

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

Instead of answering Char's question, he began to explain the child's background.

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

"He's a lot like you." Char said.

"I guess there's a part of my blood." Arthur said, "It was she who collected my blood to create life, using some kind of ancient witchcraft.

Want him to help her father get revenge and kill me.

I approached her in a different identity, an ancient magician, and managed to gain Vivien's trust to become the child's teacher. ”

"This is a child with a rough fate." Arthur whispered, "He was born of hatred, and he didn't have any motherly or fatherly love.

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

"But you should be aiming for more than that." Char said.

Arthur was silent for a moment, then continued, "You should have just listened to the whole thing outside, and you should have guessed something. ”

"Are you sure you want to make that choice?" Char said calmly, "You have a lot of other options. ”

"I know." Arthur's eyes were serene, but there was no hesitation or hesitation.

"I can choose to send troops against those nobles, recover their fields for redistribution, and alleviate the contradictions that now exist in Britannia.

When I pass away, I can go to the grave with the good name of a generation of Ming Jun, and even live for a hundred years. ”

He raised his eyes to look at Char, his gaze burning, "But that's not what I wanted. ”

"As I told the kid, nothing will change, it's just delayed.

I will never be the one who sweeps dirty things under the bed and thinks that dirty things don't exist, and I will not leave problems to future generations to solve.

A top-down revolution can only cure the symptoms but not the root cause, and only from the bottom up can completely change the country. ”

He muttered for a moment, then said in a low voice.

"Three years ago, I went to the south to inspect the country, where a new aristocrat had risen and annexed a large amount of land.

I went to the towns in his sphere of influence, and the people of the towns welcomed me warmly, as did the nobles.

I received a lot of cheers and cheers there. ”

"But do you know what's going on in that town?

Because of the loss of land, many people had to become factory laborers and hired farmers on aristocratic farms, receiving a pittance of wages.

This is not bad, living a little tighter, and being able to support yourself and your family.

There are still many people who can only go to black factories to work, they have no minimum wage, no time limit, and can only use their health to work hard to find some way out.

On that day, he became seriously ill or disabled due to pollution and the danger of irregular work.

can only become a homeless man, live on the streets, and one day die on a cold winter night, and still no one cares.

Although Britannia is rich now, in fact, there are still many places where the power of imperial power has not reached, and there are still many places where nothing has changed, or even worse.

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

But even so, they did not show any anger towards me, the emperor, their eyes were full of anticipation, and they were excited to see me with their own eyes.

The local nobles and officials arranged for me to be very pompous, with guards in ceremonial robes and luxurious carriages inlaid with gold.

The cost of a welcome ceremony is the cost of thousands of families in a year.

The people who welcomed me on both sides of the street were homeless people who were poorly clothed, and there were dirty workers who worked in the dark.

Can you imagine how ironic that scene was? ”

Arthur stared at Char.

"I saw in them the imprint of the centuries-old monarchy of Britannia.

In your words, I see servility in them.

The Britannia I want, not such Britannia.

They need to understand one thing.

Even the high monarch is still a human, not a god.

He's still going to bleed, he's still going to die."

(End of chapter)