The lord’s mansion.
A gentle breeze swept by, and rlin’s body suddenly trembled.
He didn’t know why things had turned out this way.
rlin had been perplexed by the prophecy of fate lately, wanting to glimpse into the future shrouded in the mist of chaos, but he never expected he would pay such a heavy price!
All his magical cultivation was ruined, his eyes were completely blind, the eyeballs internally burst, leaving a blurry gray-white hue.
More terrifying was the future he glimpsed, like a shadow distressingly looming in the depths of his heart, making him recall an ancient saying ’Do not gaze upon the divine directly’, all three of his prophecies involved entities at the Divine Level, with the latter two even concerning the war of heaven, the root of faith.
The dreadful backlash nearly pushed rlin to the brink of death from severe injuries.
It’s fortunate that his fate was tough enough and his strength substantial, otherwise, soone else might have died on the spot.
rlin remained motionless for quite a while.
Partly due to critical injuries, and partly because he had withdrawn into himself.
It turned out that all the fragnts of the future he saw had little to do with Great Britain, what Red Dragon, White Dragon, what King of Britain, what disputes between Wales and Saxons, none took a serious look at the trivial grievances on the small island of Great Britain.
Duncan just went straight past it!
Who would care about a small isolated island amidst the tides of the era’s montum? Who would care about an offshoot of Celtic beliefs like Avalon?
The future of others.
Was simply the ultimate showdown between Polytheism and Monotheism! It’s the war of heaven determining the foundation of belief!
At this mont, rlin was numb.
Utterly withdrawn.
A true hero harbors imnse ambition, possesses strategic acun, embodies the mysteries of the universe, and contains within him the aspiration to conquer the world.
Duncan’s future prophecy had exceeded rlin’s imagination.
Compared to what he had just seen, previous prophecies seed like a joke, what Red Dragon and White Dragon dispute, needing to wait a thousand years for it to resolve, while people like Duncan will to unify Great Britain within a year and crown himself king the next.
Not for farming, cultivating and nurturing, giving the common people a better life, by the end of the year, all Saxons could have been driven into the sea!
This definitely wasn’t a re ambitious aspiration.
rlin did not see everything he wanted, instead, he saw just how small his existence was under the magnificent future trend of Duncan.
Quoting a phrase from later generations at this mont.
——If you are in Great Britain, see as a frog at the bottom of a well, looking up to see the moon. The day you walk out of Great Britain, seeing would be like an epheral creature facing the vast sky!
What rlin glimpsed into the future prophecy was Duncan playing the ’war of heaven’!
Laughable.
Truly laughable.
He’s been trapped on the little island of Great Britain for most of his life predicting, completely bewildered, solely focused on the birth of King Arthur, nearly becoming a crazed prophet obsessed with illusion.
Today, with all his magic power cultivation reduced to nothing, he finally saw the clear sky.
rlin’s cultivation is ruined.
But the man has beco much clearer, just a bit withdrawn, a bit numb, eyes utterly blind, unable to see the direction of the future.
Clang!
At this very mont, Duchess Igraine stord in with murderous intent, placing a sharp sword against rlin’s neck.
The world only knew rlin as a Legendary Wizard.
But very few knew he was also a top-notch expert in swordsmanship, practically the Sword Saint of Great Britain, so much so that King Arthur was taught by him.
rlin could have seized the sword and retaliated in an instant.
But he didn’t move.
Because rlin had protected Duchess Igraine in secret for so long, wearing himself out for the birth of King Arthur, and today being gazed upon by Igraine with hateful eyes, the sword even sliced into the skin of his neck, oozing a thin line of blood.
It was at this mont that he truly understood just how much Igraine hated him!
What King Arthur?
What future of Great Britain?
What son of the Red Dragon?
Igraine wanted nothing of it, she only sought vengeance, and desired both rlin and King Uther to pay a grievous price!
She was rely a pitying woman possibly with a slightly unique lineage.
Because her stunning beauty attracted King Uther’s covetous gaze, and rlin abetted in the wrongdoing.
What wrong did she commit?
She served her husband who returned from battle devotedly, is this not what a good wife should do?
Why did she have to suffer infamy? Be pointed at by thousands?
Why did theirs beco a severing of ties and enmity? Pressing each other to life and death? Like sworn foes?
Duke of Dingtiger did not forgive her unto death, had Duncan not intervened critically to save her and her daughters at the castle in Cornwall, Igraine may not have survived back then.
rlin protected her secretly, but rely to ensure the birth of King Arthur.
After King Arthur was born, handed over for others to raise, Duchess Igraine gradually disappeared, highly likely passed away early on.
Igraine was full of hatred!
She wished more than anything to strike rlin’s head off with a sword.
But she knew she couldn’t do such a thing, the real culprit was King Uther, she wanted true revenge, she wanted to erase the humiliation she suffered over ti, more importantly, Duncan was sitting right there, she couldn’t disregard this man’s dignity.
It could be said if Duncan hadn’t stood up critically at the right mont to honor Moloss as Duchess of Britain under the title of the Vow Keeper, the fate of her and her daughters would have been extrely dire.
Clang.
Igraine tossed the sword aside, her face appeared tragically beautiful as she knelt before Duncan.
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