Journey Through the Plane of the Lord God

The secret that had been buried deeply was revealed by Helga at this moment.

"The problem all lies in the seals of those Tour Masters?" Edward repeated Helga's words with a solemn expression.

"Yes." Helga nodded and continued.

"Those Silver Ring Masters, except for the master who applied the seal at the end, used the Bloodline Seal, and the nineteen Ring Masters in front of them all used their best sealing techniques."

"The best sealing technique?" Artoria frowned slightly and asked in a low voice: "You mean, the silver masters in front of them released no blood sealing technique at all?"

Helga nodded with a contemptuous smile.

"That's right! This was the collective revenge of the four masters of the mages at that time on King Uther!"

Her voice was a little sharp.

"Then the other nobles and Silver Knights didn't stop it at that time?" Walter asked.

When the Demonic Disaster just ended, the Silver Knights were not as rare as they are now.

"Stop it? How to stop it? The seal has already been placed."

"Only those with the same bloodline can pull out the Pendragon family's holy sword!"

"Fighting energy is not magic. There is no way for everyone to be superimposed. The strongest is only a silver-level knight. Is it possible for one person to break through the seals of so many mages of the same level?"

The old butler Blake said in a low voice: "In fact, the Grand Duke of Wales and the Grand Duke of Ireland at that time were already ready to make a move. The death of their late king made them unwilling to have another lord who could control their lives."

"The original Grand Duchy of Wales and the Grand Duchy of Ireland have now established themselves as kingdoms."

Everyone knows this well. When the Grand Duke of Wales and the Grand Duke of Ireland led the armies after the disaster back to their fiefdoms, they ignored the opposition of other fiefdom nobles in Wales and Ireland and forcibly upgraded Wales and Ireland from Grand Duchy to Kingdom.

The main island region of England and Scotland, which were the strongest and most supportive of the Kingdom of Britain and Camelot, had always been leaderless. During these ten years, they could only maintain loose parliamentary autonomy and were unable to interfere with Wales and Ireland at all.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"I must have overlooked something."

Edward narrowed his eyes slightly in thought, tapping the family crest ring on his middle finger with his left hand rhythmically on the table.

"No!" Edward exclaimed and stood up.

"Helga, if you were King Uther, would you hand over the holy sword inherited from the throne to a mage who has a grudge against you to seal it?"

His question made Helga look shocked.

Yes! This is illogical. I saw Helga and everyone sitting here looking thoughtful.

In fact, with their IQs, as long as they have a certain amount of time, they can easily discover this huge bug in the plot.

"Sir Edward, what do you mean?" As expected of Walter, who was in charge of territory intelligence work, he was the first to react.

"All of this was designed by His Majesty King Uther himself?"

Edward smiled with a hint of confidence.

"Perhaps those silver mages at that time were also confused as to why King Uther would let such an important sacred relic of the throne be handled by mages like them who had grievances with them."

Helga's right hand was twisting her long hair unconsciously, which was a sign of her confusion.

"Edward, why is this?"

she asked doubtfully.

"It's easy!" Edward sat down again.

"For Artoria!"

"For his only biological daughter!"

"Without the delay of The Sword in the Stone, there would be no time for the young king to grow up."

Edward explained loudly.

King Uther is no different from those ancient monarchs in the Celestial Dynasty. From the very beginning, he decided to let his daughter inherit the throne and would not consider other candidates at all.

The seals created by the magicians were just part of King Arthur's plan to delay the succession to the throne.

"ah!"

Helga screamed.

"If it's really what Edward said, then everything makes sense."

Dark Mage Rasmussen continued.

"Her Highness Arturia was not even sent to England and Scotland, which are more loyal to the British Kingdom..."

"It's also because the most dangerous place is the safest place." Edward added with a smile.

"Our King of Wales must have never imagined that a descendant of King Uther would be within his sphere of influence!"

Edward's explanation silenced the entire meeting hall.

"But Edward." After a moment of silence, Helga asked.

"Even if it is true as you said. Then Artoria is just a formal knight now, how can she break the seals arranged by the silver mage?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Edward. When they entered the meeting hall, everyone noticed that the aura on Artoria's body increased sharply.

"Let me explain this." The old butler Black replied. As the Silver Knight who had met King Uther, he had the right to speak more than anyone else.

"It's very simple. The late king still has a trace of consciousness sleeping in His Highness Artoria's body. When the sword is drawn in the future, the gold-level fighting spirit essence left by the late king in the sword will feel the former king's consciousness in His Highness's body, and those seals will naturally be broken.

of."

"For the fighting spirit essence left behind by the gold level, the seals of a dozen silver mages are really nothing."

Edward nodded secretly.

Thinking of the golden streaks that came to Artoria in the envelope in the basement, it should be a trace of King Uther's remaining consciousness.

At that time, a weak gold fighting spirit that had been placed for nearly 10 years was able to compete with him, a silver spellcaster.

Then, a holy sword that stores almost all the essence of a gold-level fighting spirit will definitely have no problem breaking those silver-level spell seals.

"So, do you still have any questions? Helga, I have explained everything that needs to be explained. Do you agree to let Artoria participate in the sword show in a year's time?" Edward asked.

Helga looked around and saw Walter, Rasmussen and others around her, but they didn't object.

She stood up anyway.

"I still disagree!"

The girl's voice was serious.

"Why?"

At this time, not only Edward, but also the old butler Black and others were a little incomprehensible.

"What you think is too wonderful!"

"I admit that if Artoria really pulls out the holy sword embedded in the metallurgical stone of Camelot, not to mention Wales and Ireland, the two regions that are already in rebellion, the main island of England and Scotland,

I will definitely treat her as king."

Unlike Wales and Ireland, which have tried hard to downplay the influence of the Pendragon family, in the main island of England and Scotland, the allusion that the one who pulls out the Pendragon family's holy sword is the king of the English Isles has reached

From the nobles at the top to the common people down to the grassroots, they are all familiar with this and have no doubts about it.

"But our total strength is only three silver levels. Is it very powerful?"

Edward had told her before that "hating" Blonsky was a matter for his followers, so the girl calculated it easily.

Are three Silver Levels powerful? They are quite powerful! After all, on the surface, the Kingdom of Wales only has 3 or 4 Silver Levels.

But please note that all of this is based on statistical data based on the premise of "clear evidence".

"After the demonic disaster is over, there are hundreds of Silver Knights and 20 Silver Rings in the entire English Islands!" Her voice was a little cold.

"We won't talk about those Tour Masters. I just want to ask you, where are those Silver Knights? There are nearly 20 of them in Wales. Where have they gone? The Silver Knights have a lifespan of three hundred years, and all of them died in just ten years?

Do you think those big shots are like the old man, and are so unlucky even when they go to sea?"

"If Arturia was a silver-level knight, I would agree to let her try. Maybe after absorbing the gold-level essence left by that old guy King Uther, she could become the second knight after Uther.

A gold-level dignified knight.”

"Now." Helga turned her head and looked at Artoria coldly, seeing the hair on Artoria's head moving up and down uneasily.

"A young knight of a formal rank may be influxed by the gold-level essence in the holy sword, and his body may not be able to bear it, and he may eventually self-destruct!"

"It will be like this." Between her fingers, a small ball of fire element flew over the round table under the control of her magic power, exploding into countless tiny sparks.

Sparks slowly floated down from the sky, reflecting Artoria's pale little face.

Edward gently stroked Artoria's little hand under the table.

"Helga, you are wrong about one thing!" His voice was extremely firm.

"What?" Helga frowned and looked at Edward again, "My dear brother, what did I say wrong?"

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