Chapter 29: Refuse to be King

Early the next morning, bad news came from the royal court of Camelot.

Uther Pendragon, the King of Knights who ruled Britain for thirty years, passed away.

Before King Uther died, he inserted his sword into the knight's cemetery and declared that the person who pulled out the sword was the new king of Britain.

After King Uther was buried, the court magician announced that he was leaving the Royal Court of Camelot to search for the new king of Britain. Also disappearing with him was Viscount Anno, the lord of the British Chalk Knights.

Before leaving Camelot, he disbanded the Black Knights, a knightly order that had made great achievements in Britain.

Together, these messages detonated the entire Camelot.

Anno took Lancelot and Merlin with him on the way to Sir Ector's home.

They knew who the next king of Britain was, and claimed that the search was just a cover to escape.

After the death of King Uther, Camelot was left without a leader. If the two of them controlled the situation with their current identities, they would only become the target of public criticism.

Although Annuo is strong and holds real power, he really doesn't want to get involved in the muddy waters of politics. Isn't it nice to take care of his children at home every day? Being an honest military lone minister is the best choice for Annuo.

King Dai Mao is still a little weak in ability, so he wants to take the three children on a casual trip with Merlin to exercise their abilities.

Kai is the oldest of the three and the most outgoing.

Lancelot is a boy who is easily shy. Although he is not weak in strength, he still seems too irritable many times.

Artoria still has many unfinished lessons, and Merlin will teach her for another year.

"Are you really not going to try that sword? As the king said, you have the qualifications to become the King of Britain." Merlin always had a smile on his lips.

"Yes, father." Lancelot echoed.

"Shut up, Lancelot." Anno glanced at Lancelot sternly, then turned to look at Merlin helplessly, "It is not my destiny to become the king of Britain, Merlin, please don't say this again. ”

Lancelot scratched the back of his head and coughed awkwardly.

"Okay." Merlin didn't care at all and just smiled.

The royal city of Camelot.

The former princess, Morgan Feller, came to the Knights Cemetery.

She looked at the golden sword of victory stuck in the meteorite iron, her face as gloomy as a pool of stagnant water.

But she still stepped forward and held the hilt of the sword with her slender fingers wrapped in black gloves.

With a little force, the sword doesn't move at all.

Despite all his efforts, the sword remained motionless.

Morgan Feller gritted his teeth bitterly, snorted coldly, and left the Knight Cemetery.

It seemed that his good father had never planned to pass the throne to him.

The people observing in secret saw Morganfeller failing to draw his sword and ran to tell each other.

They have never dared to draw their swords because they were afraid of Princess Morganfeller.

But now that she had failed, by the words of King Uther, they pulled it out, and they were kings of Britain.

The already greedy heart suddenly became more presumptuous.

For a time, the Knight Cemetery was overcrowded.

The tombs of our ancestors were flattened and trampled on.

Many knights tried to pull out the Sword of the King's Choice, but none of them succeeded.

"Only the most perfect knight can draw this sword." A knight who failed to draw the sword said this in despair, and then left in despair.