Journey Through the Plane of the Lord God

"Ta! Ta! Ta!"

The sound of horse hooves was accompanied by splashing mud.

A squadron (50 men) of lancers closely guarded two noble men in luxurious clothes, and rushed towards the Hufflepuff Territory among the groups on the Rhineshire border.

"Everyone, please stop!" Suddenly, the older of the two noble men waved his right hand to the surrounding cavalry and shouted loudly.

The moment he issued the order, the entire cavalry team stopped suddenly, like a car in the Celestial Realm. All the people and horses stopped. Except for the breathing of the horses, there was no other noise. The entire cavalry team looked capable and elite.

At this time, there was a rapid flapping of wings in the sky.

A brown magic bird with a pointed tail, with a buzzing sound, landed lightly on the shoulder of the older noble man.

The aristocratic man skillfully took out a small piece of cheese from his purse, and while feeding the petrel, he took off the dark green paper tied to the petrel's leg.

"Dear Sir Charles, what happened?" The young nobleman next to him was a little confused and asked him in a respectful tone.

"This is news from Little Orkney, Felix." Old Charles opened the note, and the content inside made him frown slightly.

"Oh?" Felix guessed.

"Does the Governor of Orkney have anything to explain? Could it be that those guys from the royal capital arrived first?" He did not dare to call the Governor of Rhine County "Little Orkney" like Charles. After all, with Old Charles, Earl William,

Compared with his biological uncle, he was just the second son of a hereditary viscount without inheritance rights, and his status and connections were far inferior to those of the Governor of Orkney.

Old Charles carefully read the note several times, and after confirming that nothing was missing, he spoke.

"That's not true! It's just that there has been a change in the successor to the Hufflepuff Baronship."

"The young man we are familiar with has become an official mage and decided to travel. He gave up his inheritance rights."

"How is this possible!" Felix exclaimed in surprise, "That's a hereditary title! It's just a trip, why do you need to give up the title?"

"This may be related to the previous civil strife in Hufflepuff." Old Charles returned.

"However, Hufflepuff has strictly sealed this matter, and we don't know the detailed information now."

After hearing what Old Charles said, Felix swung his horsewhip angrily.

"Civil unrest?"

"Damn it, it must be those traitors from the royal capital who are behind this again!"

"It's not just that." Old Charles continued calmly: "Little Orkney told us that the people from the royal capital also brought a small group (10 people) of knights."

"What!?" Felix exclaimed.

"What do the guys in the capital want to do..."

"What do you want to do?" Old Charles showed a sneer under his thick mustache.

"His Majesty the King in the King's Capital of Wales seems to want to add a new royal territory!"

There was contempt in his tone.

A flash of bright silver fighting spirit flashed from his right hand, instantly shattering the note he was holding tightly.

The scattered fine residue disappeared into the air as a breeze blew by.

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Hufflepuff Territory, Patch City.

Today, Pachi City's colorful ribbons were fluttering, and dozens of gorgeous magic fireworks slowly flew into the sky with colorful flame tails.

Then, even in the sunny weather during the day, the bursting fireworks still shined with dazzling light.

In the square in front of the Baron Castle, the venue for the title succession ceremony has been arranged.

Old butler Blake led the envoys from the royal capital and the noble council who arrived on time and walked in slowly.

After the meeting, the two groups of envoys chatted and laughed happily, as if there were no serious conflicts behind the scenes.

In the hall of the Baron's Castle, Helga looked at the beautiful girl in the mirror wearing a wide noble skirt with a depressed look on her face.

The tight waist made her body feel extremely uncomfortable. It had been many years since she had worn such aristocratic women's clothing.

"Sister Helga! Are you okay?" Arturia has changed her name to Helga since she found out that she was Edward's fiancée.

Helga turned around and saw Artoria's little head sticking out of the door. The golden hair on her head was now bent into a question mark, and her two big eyes were blinking at her. At this time, she,

There is no trace of the heroic female knight's demeanor when she was sparring with the old butler Black.

"Pfft!" The strange look of Arturia's furry hair made Helga feel happy, and she almost laughed out loud, and quickly covered her mouth with her right hand.

"I'll be fine soon." Helga tried her best to hold back her laughter and said in a calm tone.

"Oh! Edward told you to hurry up!"

After saying that, Artoria retracted her little head, but she didn't expect to be careless.

There was a sound of "Bang!"

My head hit the door frame behind me.

"Ah! It hurts!"

"Hahaha!" Helga couldn't help it anymore and laughed out loud.

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Helga, who walked out of the castle, raised her head slightly. Set off by the gorgeous aristocratic women's clothes, she displayed her noble and arrogant aristocratic temperament to the fullest.

Edward stood behind Helga unharmed, surprising someone with ulterior motives.

The envoy from the royal capital, the King of Wales, the third son of Dyfed, His Excellency the Court Earl Michael, was very surprised.

On his pony-like face covered with fair foundation, he frowned unnaturally when he saw Edward's appearance.

As if inadvertently, he hooked the little finger of his right hand.

A valet standing behind him approached him tacitly.

Mike carefully glanced at the envoys of the Noble Council standing not far to his right, and found that they were looking attentively at Helga and Edward walking towards them.

He scolded softly: "What's going on? How could Edward be fine? I didn't ask you to kill that 'body-watcher' dark necromancer..."

It seems that the reason why the dark mage Rasmussen successfully connected with Felix in the first place was also due to the count.

The manservant responded in a low voice: "There must be something wrong. After all, the Hufflepuff family is a noble family with profound heritage and long heritage."

His voice was not frightened by Earl Michael's scolding, but he continued calmly.

"Although there were some accidents, our goal was achieved, wasn't it? Ms. Helga came to inherit the baronetcy." (Haha, if our time traveler Edward hadn't been here, your plan would have been disrupted by an illegitimate child.

Together!)

Earl Mike nodded silently and gave up the idea of ​​pursuing it.

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At this time, the baron succession ceremony has reached a critical moment.

"Please ask for the Holy Sword of Britain," the old butler Black shouted loudly with a loud voice.

Hearing the old butler's voice, old Charles nodded to Felix next to him.

Felix took out a long wooden box that he carried with him.

Open it, and in the wooden box, a knight's sword with gorgeous dragon patterns appears in front of everyone.

This sword is one of many remaining training swords from King Uther's early years.

In the past, the noble succession ceremony was carried out by the King of Camelot Britain putting his sword on the successor's shoulder, and the heir half-kneeling in front of the king. How can I put it, it is the same as when modern Britain canonized nobles in the celestial realm

The ceremony is somewhat similar.

After the death of King Uther, many of the training swords he used were taken by nobles from various regions of the English Islands to replace the image of the British King when the next generation inherited the title.

The one in Felix's hand is one of several kept in the Welsh Parliament of Nobles.

Just when Felix was about to step forward and continue the next step of the ceremony.

"Wait!"

The envoy from the Royal Capital of Wales, Earl Michael, came out first.

"Dear Lady Helga."

"I think you should use this sword to continue your basic ritual."

There was a hint of unquestionable firmness in his calm tone.

The manservant behind him stepped forward and also opened a long wooden box.

A long sword with a simple appearance but a sharp blade appeared.

This long sword is not as gorgeous as King Uther's training sword, but it is a killing sword that has accompanied the King of Wales, Blood Knight Dyfed, on the battlefield of demonic disasters and drank the blood of many demons and humans.

As it revealed its true form, the extremely hot heat in midsummer seemed to have become a bit cooler to everyone's senses.

"At the same time." After showing off the killing sword of the King of Wales, Earl Michael paused and continued in an arrogant voice.

"I, the son of the noble King of Wales, propose to you today."

"Ms. Helga, I don't think you will refuse me, right?"

The followers behind him stood in a row and collectively took off their loose blouses, revealing their fully armed armors. The milky-white fighting spirit burned fiercely on their bodies.