While everyone was anxiously searching for Artoria everywhere, the protagonist was wandering around the streets of Northern Ireland in his usual clothes.

Sniff ~

Artoria suddenly smelled the smell of batter and green onion, and her nose trembled unconsciously.

Turning his head to look in the direction where the smell came, Artoria watched an old lady tinker with a rectangular wooden strip in her hand and tinkering with something on an iron stove.

"Auntie, what are you doing?" Artoria, who was aroused by the fragrance, walked over and looked curiously at the cakes that were turning raw and cooked on the iron plate and a large number of scrap cakes placed next to them.

"It's a snack I learned from the stall owner when I was traveling to China. It's called pancake fruit. Do you want to eat it? Let's have one?" The old lady enthusiastically picked up a prepared pancake from the box next to her.

Artoria took the pancake fruit. The pancake fruit was not very good. The surface dough was broken, and the ingredients and sauce inside were overflowing, but it still smelled very fragrant.

Artoria took a bite and the crispy noodles mixed with sweet and spicy sauce and meat sliced ​​into pieces burst into pieces in her mouth. It was extremely fragrant, and some of the potato strips mixed in it were also very suitable for Artoria's taste.

"How is it, it tastes good." The aunt seemed to understand Artoria very much. Before she finished eating, she took two more cakes and put them on the plate.

"Um, no need, I can't eat that much." Artoria waved politely.

"It's okay, young people should eat more when they grow up, so don't be afraid of gaining weight." The old lady smiled.

This harmonious scene was soon broken by bursts of shouts, and the parades in Northern Ireland were passing through the street in front of them.

Artoria looked at this scene and her mouth chewing speed decreased a lot.

Although most of the people who walked over were still supportive people, the parade of this kind of thing itself made her not happy.

"Hey, these people don't do things every day, just shout slogans here, it will make you disturb." The aunt put down the tools in her hand, "Don't worry too much, there are fewer conflicts here."

"…" Artoria was silent for a while, "Auntie, what do you think of the King Arthur they were arguing about?"

"What do you think? I don't understand very much." The old lady rubbed her hands on her apron twice, "But evaluation of a person must be based on the historical environment at that time."

"Yeah." Artoria was in a little dull mood.

"In that era, the country of John's Bull was not large, and he was facing natural disasters and man-made disasters. Odin's Asgard Legion, the sword of Damox, hung above his head. King Arthur's role was more military. As long as she and her Knight of the Round Table were there, the people would not have to be afraid of waking up the next day and turning from civilians into slaves, nor would they have to worry about their savings being empty overnight."

The aunt leaned against the stove, looked at Artoria with her head tilted and said, "When she was small in size and had absolutely decisive force, a king with majestic, serious and absolutely authoritative is necessary."

"But with the evolution of the times, this one-man rule model has gradually been eliminated in the world of mortals. Wang should play a role in the formulation of management and general directions. No matter what, a person cannot understand all aspects of knowledge."

"So, communication has become one of the very important abilities. Simply put, just like before, the king who keeps a distance from his subordinates with a cold face and does not communicate is no longer suitable for this era."

"Even if it is a mysterious side, with the increase of personnel, the ancient kings are not suitable for this era. It is too personal heroism to bear all responsibilities, right?"

Artoria slowly turned her head and looked at this aunt who was as ordinary as all ordinary people.

The aunt seemed to think Artoria had not understood yet, so she continued to speak, "The knights of the round table who had temporarily left were not blaming the king's decision. They just wanted the king to realize one thing: the change of the times no longer requires one person to bear everything. It is too tiring for the king or others, and it is too inefficient, and one person no longer has the ability, collectively..."

At this point, Artoria suddenly punched her and smashed the stove in half.

Huh~ The aunt, who almost avoided this attack, patted her chest, looking like she was lucky enough to escape, and was still sighing that she was so lucky.

"Little sister, what are you doing~"

"Merlin! Stop pretending!" Artoria returned to her serious look.

Do you really treat her as a fool? An old lady on the roadside knows what happened two thousand years ago? She still knows so clearly?

He even knew that the Knight of the Round Table chose to leave because of her decision, and there were very few people who knew all this on the mysterious side.

Think about how to avoid your own perception, understand yourself so well, and be able to do this way of disguising as a passerby to output great truths.

Artoria can only think of one such person.

That is the Merlin that has no taste!

"Ah la la~ It seems that I've been talking too much~" Meilin returned to her appearance, "Little Liya, long time no see. Last time I came to visit you, you didn't let me in. I've been sad for many years."

Artoria took a deep breath and suppressed the idea of ​​killing this shameless guy with one sword.

"Didn't you join the Clock Tower? Why are you coming back?!" Artoria glared at her.

"No~ I've been a consultant with the Weabonosnake recently~" Merlin retorted, laughing while saying it.

"you!"

Artoria was about to continue saying something, when Merlin disappeared into the air like a bubble.

Artoria stood in place with a cold face for several minutes before turning around and leaving, taking away all the pancakes in the basket, leaving none of them behind.

"Meow~" (You're over that?)

An lay on the fence on the rooftop, staring at Merlindao, who was squatting on the ground and avoiding Artoria's sight.

"She has figured it out, but she is still a little uncomfortable. Otherwise, she wouldn't have wandered around here, but she directly carried a sword to destroy all the people who caused trouble. The king's majesty is not allowed to be violated."

Meilin said as she carried An in her arms, and then when An was confused, she was in chaos.

Meow! An gave Mei Lin two claws to Mei Lin's face, and then cut into the shadow passage and left Mei Lin's side.

Meilin grabbed his hair and looked at the place where An left enviously. He is worthy of being Master Kiran's cat. His ability to shuttle ignoring the space anchor is so delicious.

As he thought about it, Merlin stuck out his tongue. He accidentally bit his tongue when he was singing the space anchor spell, but it still hurts.
Chapter completed!