"This is not a humiliation, Lord Tristan." Annuo spread his arms, "Although this is a self-praise from me, but - I am very strong, and I can sustain me in a sword fight.
There are no more than ten people in Britain with three moves.”
Tristan opened his mouth, but found that nothing could come out.
I couldn't help but feel a little angry, but I didn't know who to vent my anger on, so I could only stand there in shock.
Annuo tried to put on a kind smile: "You heard what Merlin just said, what do you think, Lord Tristan?"
Tristan glanced at the man who almost killed him but was now chatting with him, and sighed: "I will swear allegiance to King Arthur."
He understood that he couldn't run away, and in the duel just now, he did lose to Annuo. The loser should be dealt with by the winner. This is natural and natural.
"Then, we will work together in the future. Welcome, Lord Tristan." Annuo stretched out his broad, rough palm.
Tristan grabbed Anno's hand and shook it, his face expressionless.
Merlin glanced at Princess Isolde who was hiding behind Tristan, and smiled brightly: "Well, Tristan, I'll see you tomorrow. Try to go to the royal court as early as possible. Annuo and I won't disturb you and this person."
A lady."
As he spoke, he grabbed Annuo's cloak and left quickly. Before leaving, he glanced ambiguously at the two people standing under the moonlight.
Isolde's face turned red instantly, but Tristan didn't notice it and looked at the hand he had just shaken with Anno.
"It's so sad..." He couldn't help but mutter to himself.
In the royal court.
Guinevere looked at King Arthur's body in disbelief, and couldn't help but touch the bandage tied to Arthur's chest.
"Uh..." Arthur's face turned slightly red and he let out a cry that was obviously not a male one.
But she seemed to realize something: "But...why are you a woman?...If you are a woman, why do you want to marry?"
She retracted her hand and held her forehead, her eyes empty.
Arthur looked at the absent-minded Guinevere, and felt pain in his heart for some reason.
"As a symbol of Britain, as a male, I am obviously more suitable for this chaotic era." She said in a low voice, "So I need to disguise myself."
"Since I was born, as a baby girl, I have received the education of being a male. Whether it is fighting, etiquette, words and deeds... everything is based on male standards."
"I consider myself to be as good as men, and even stronger than most men!" Arthur stood up, buttoned up his clothes, walked to the window, and stared at Camelot in the night, "But my reality is still a woman.
"
"But women can also become kings. Why do you pretend to be a man and deceive the world, deceive Britain, and... deceive me who loves you?" Guinevere raised her head in pain.
Arthur did not dare to look back at Guinevere. She just looked out the window: "Because Britain needs a male king. As for deceiving you, it is because I want to deceive the world."
"Then why not find a man to be the king of Britain? But why did you find you as a woman?"
"Because I am King Uther's child, because I accepted the teachings of two teachers, because I drew the sword of king's choice, and because I am determined to protect the Britain I inherited from my father." Arthur's voice trembled,