Richard stood still and offered the highest level of salute.
As a king, the aning of offering such a salute to others is self-evident.
But, no one will say anything more.
Kayneth can very much understand Richard’s thoughts.
After all, in front of this man known as the founding father of Britain, no matter how much respect they pay, it is not too much.
From ancient tis to the present, many Britons have regarded the first king as a belief, and Richard is one of them.
"Rather than rembering it in your heart, I hope you two can not tell others about today’s events. If everyone around becos like Richard, to be honest, I will be very tired."
"I see, you don’t want others to know your identity? I understand, this is to be used as a trump card! Sure enough, just like the legend! It’s simply the guardian deity of Britain!"
Richard is like seeing a star he has admired for a long ti.
The starlight in his eyes keeps bursting out.
He is like a fanboy, and even ca up with a reason for Moran - all in his head.
"Uh... no, I’m just too lazy..."
"Ah! Great first king! The supre ancestor of our Great Britain! Please allow to offer a hymn to you here! At this mont, I really hope that my emotion can be written into a poem and sung to Avalon!"
Richard’s performance is quite enthusiastic.
It can be said that it is almost too enthusiastic.
The ecstasy and excitent caused by seeing Moran in person completely shattered his emotional floodgates.
Torrents of praise flowed from his mouth.
Richard had grown up listening to the legends of King Moran and King Arthur, and the Knights of the Round Table as bedti stories since he was a child. The music played by the musicians in the palace was also sure to be songs praising the two forr kings.
There was also a folk tale that he disguised himself as a wanderer in his youth, traveling around to find the legacy left by the forr kings.
Although these legends have been embellished by later generations.
But it was enough to see how much Richard admired the forr kings.
Now, in front of Moran, Richard could sing poems for seven days and seven nights without getting tired, and he could do it all without repeating himself.
"Stop, stop, stop! That’s too exaggerated! Are you kidding , kid? How can the story develop so bizarrely!? What do you an I used the Holy Sword to split the heavens and create the origin of the world! Where did you hear that roadside legend?
And what’s with King Arthur learning that the vile King Vortigern was trying to knock the moon down on London, and forcefully throwing rlin to hit the moon back!?
What the hell are you reading, you little bastard!"
Moran almost cursed listening to the stories Richard was spouting.
It wasn’t that Richard was telling them badly.
He was telling them not only well, but also in a way that stirred emotions, almost at the level of a first-class bard.
However, the content of the story was so outrageous that Moran couldn’t finish complaining.
The legend had been changed beyond recognition.
After that, there was Lancelot using a straw to stop an army of fifty billion Picts in order to protect the lake...
Moran completely lost the desire to complain.
What the hell was that change...
"Hehe, to be honest, these were all stories my mother told when I was a child, bedti stories that I cherish... Cough cough! Of course, I know now that it’s a bit exaggerated, but doesn’t it make the forr king look wise and mighty..."
Richard scratched his face, a little embarrassed.
After losing his mind, he blurted out even the stories he had heard as a child, which was really embarrassing.
Of course, he was still in an emotionally excited state.
"To be honest, there are indeed many such stories in later generations, and even in the Anglican Church, there are many records of your deeds, but whether they are true or not is no longer up for discussion..."
Kayneth also said awkwardly.
If this matter were to be argued in Britain, I’m afraid that scholars from both the mystical and surface sides could argue for ten days and ten nights.
Even now, the deeds of the unified dynasty are still one of the biggest topics of discussion in archeology.
It is estimated that even if Moran himself went there to participate in the discussion.
In the end, he would only be slapped in the face with classic rhetoric.
"Do you understand King Moran, or do I understand King Moran! You outsider! My ancestors for eighteen generations have all been genuine Britons!"
"Bullshit, I’m a magus of the Color Rank! Color Rank! You’re just a Ritual Rank, do you understand more than ?"
Kayneth had seen several old scholars like this in the archeology departnt of the Mage’s Association, shouting in the streets.
The exaggerated legends in Richard’s mouth were not surprising at all.
It was still within the realm of understanding.
After listening, Moran was already numb.
Later generations were much more capable of creating things than he had imagined, and he was too lazy to correct these outrageous wild histories.
"Kayneth, you will temporarily follow Richard to participate in the Holy Grail War. As for Lorelei and Britain, you can notify them that Richard is my proxy, and no one will object to his status."
Moran made so arrangents.
Richard naturally accepted the task with great excitent, eager to be in the vanguard and contribute to Moran.
When he learned that this was a Holy Grail War in which the whole of Britain was participating.
Richard also hung up the banner of going to war for the country.
Just like when he participated in the Crusades in his lifeti, now he was only short of riding a horse to set off.
As for Moran’s arrangents for himself.
Kayneth and Richard naturally would not ask anything.
In their eyes, such a great first king must do things far beyond the understanding of mortals.
The king doesn’t say, because the ti hasn’t co yet.
Anyway, Britain will always follow in the footsteps of the forr king, and the forr king will shower glory on his people.
Kayneth and Richard were only thinking about one thing.
That is to dedicate a dazzling victory to Britain and the forr king!
Of course, there was also an interesting thing...
After Moran finished explaining things to Kayneth and Richard, he left their sight.
"Ugh... What did I say earlier...!!"
Finally calming down and recovering his emotions, Richard gradually ca to his senses, realizing how embarrassing things he had said in front of the forr king in a mont of excitent.
He even said his childish and embarrassing things.
This ti, his face was directly red and he was rolling around on the street, not showing even half the appearance of a king.
"Hehe, our kings... all have unique personalities..."
Kayneth also shook his head and smiled wryly.
One could imagine that the ministers who served King Richard the Lionheart a thousand years ago.
Probably felt the sa way as him.
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