Journey Through the Plane of the Lord God

Chapter 50 Identity (Part 2)

Helga smoothed her hair from her forehead and carefully read "The Sword in the Stone" in front of her.

The powerful mental power of the official mage makes her have a photographic memory to a certain extent.

"Do you doubt the connection between this world and the world we live in?"

She dropped her book and asked.

Artoria nodded hesitantly.

"You think too much, Artoria. At least, there is no Christ in our world!"

Helga pointed at the ubiquitous cross decoration in the library.

"Moreover, apart from the same last name in the book, your name is also different from the one mentioned above!"

"There are just some similarities."

She puffed up her towering chest and took out a tablet computer from the bag she carried with her.

"In addition, our world is not a planetary or cosmic model."

She found pictures of the nine planets in the solar system from the Internet.

oh oh!

After seeing these pictures, Artoria pursed her lips and the hair on her head trembled unconsciously.

She knew that the world she came from did not have a cosmic starry sky, but a model with countless sub-planes surrounding the main plane as its core.

Regardless of whether it is the main plane or the secondary plane, the sky is square and the earth is round.

Her father, King Uther, a gold-level knight, even took her to the border of the main plane when she was young, allowing her to see the huge world barrier that covered the sky and the sun.

"I said, Artoria, these are the books you should read."

Helga's fingers kept sliding on the tablet screen, and soon entered the library's electronic intranet.

""Modern European Kingship System", "Rights and Obligations", "Aristocratic Model"..., you should read these things."

Helga introduced our silly knight.

It seems that our Miss Helga can integrate into this world more quickly than the silly princess.

At this moment, a clear female voice sounded behind Helga.

"Hi! Hello, can I sit here?"

Without waiting for Artoria and Helga to agree, this woman wearing a plaid cheongsam, with long wavy hair, and a sexy figure sat directly next to Artoria.

Anne Louise had been paying attention to these two beautiful young girls for a long time, especially the girl with a bunch of stupid hair on her head.

As the fourth heir to the British Empire and the Windsor royal family, the second daughter of Crown Prince William, and the most famous rebellious princess in modern British history, she has met countless nobles since she was a child.

However, there are very few girls like Artoria who he doesn't recognize, who show off a classical, elegant and aristocratic temperament in every move they make.

This aroused Anne's curiosity.

"Hello, I am Anne Louise." Her smile showed the confidence of a member of the royal family.

However, what disappointed her was that the two girls in front of her really didn't seem to recognize her, a rebellious princess who had often made headlines in British gossip news in the past two years.

"Helga Hufflepuff!"

Helga simply raised her head, glanced at Anne, and answered casually.

"Hello, I am Artoria Pendragon."

On the other hand, Arturia on the side said with a serious face, and naturally stretched out her right hand.

"oh?!"

As a princess known to almost every British person, she has not used "handshake" for a long time, a common etiquette for ordinary people to meet.

Seeing the stupid girl in front of her preparing to shake hands with her, Annie was a little confused for a moment.

As a royal princess who has been rebellious since she was a child, but she used her own strength to gain admission to Oxford University in the eyes of all the British people, her good communication skills are one of her most outstanding advantages.

After the initial feeling of unfamiliarity, Anne, who was cheerful and confident with some of the aristocratic style that Arturia was familiar with, quickly became familiar with the two women.

They talked about almost everything, from astronomy, geography, politics and economy, to delicacies, clothes and bags.

Anne liked this feeling very much.

As a princess of the country with the strongest monarchy in the world, she has a distinguished status and has not experienced this feeling of talking to others on an equal footing for a long time.

Members of the royal family, including several other remaining monarchies in Europe, always maintained a kind of respect that disgusted her when meeting her.

Time passed quickly, and the afterglow of the setting sun filtered through the stained glass with the Virgin Mary printed on it, making the desk in front of the three girls colorful.

They held hands and walked on the tree-lined path to the college gate.

"Altoria, Helga, I know a good Irish steakhouse, how about we go together?"

Anne warmly invited me.

"Ah? This..."

The dull hair on Artoria's head swayed from side to side, and she turned to look at Helga with her big expectant eyes.

Helga lowered her head and thought for a moment.

"Don't forget what you and Uncle Black agreed on!"

Upon hearing Helga's words, Artoria's hair instantly fell on her head in disappointment.

Helga turned her head and looked at Anne apologetically.

"Let's go there next time. Next time, we'll treat you!"

Just then, at the school gate with various classical patterns engraved on the front, a Rolls-Royce Phantom sedan slowly stopped. On the upper left corner of the door, there was a family crest with a mysterious six-pointed star interspersed with a knight's sword printed on it.

Blake, a middle-aged man wearing a dark black classic tuxedo, stepped out of the cab.

He took off the white glove on his right hand, opened the back seat door respectfully, turned around, and waved in the direction of the three women.

Artoria waved happily and responded to Blake.

"Annie, I'll invite you next time! I've made an appointment with someone to learn swordsmanship this time."

"Swordsmanship?" Looking at the petite and hairy girl in front of her, Annie was a little surprised.

"In modern society, do you still need to learn swordsmanship?"

Helga explained from the side.

"As the Duke of Pendragon of this generation, swordsmanship is passed down from family to family, but it is a required course for her!"

"Well, see you next time, Annie!"

After that, the two women stepped forward and got into the car.

Duke Pendragon?

Hey, wait!

Anne reacted at this time, but it was already a step too late. The Rolls-Royce had already turned the corner of the street in front of her.

In fact, Anne was immediately shocked when she heard the name Duke Pendragon.

It was not that she was shocked that her friend suddenly turned into a grand duke. After all, as a princess, she had not seen only one or two dukes since she was a child.

She was shocked that if Arturia was really a Duke, she didn't seem to know her as a princess. You know, after the media exposure in the past two years, not to mention the United Kingdom, even in the whole of Europe, she didn't know her.

She doesn't have many.

Moreover, if she remembered correctly, she had never seen a Duke with the surname Pendragon in her childhood.

Princess Anne, who was full of doubts, rarely went out to start her colorful nightlife today.

Instead, he returned to Windsor Castle in Berkshire, England early.

In the dining room of the castle, Queen Elizabeth III, who was almost 70 years old, wore a pair of dignified gold-rimmed glasses, and looked with some surprise at her granddaughter, whom she rarely saw a few times throughout the year.

Anne was struggling to hold a huge leather atlas - "Heraldry of the Nobles of the British Empire".

Prince Charles, the husband of Elizabeth III, who was sitting next to the Queen, was a little confused when he saw the scene in front of him. He put down the Times in his hand.

"Annie, Anne!"

He shouted softly.

Annie, however, responded directly without raising her head.

"Grandpa, what do you want me to do?"

Prince William, who had just entered the dining room, saw this scene and scolded.

"Why are you talking to grandpa!"

"Stand up!"

Anne pouted, looking unhappy, but the majesty left by her strict father in her childhood was still there, so she stood up reluctantly.

"Forget it, William, there are no outsiders here."

Under Charles' gray hair, he had a kind face.

"Sit down, kid."

"What are you reading? Why did you take out that antique book?"

When Anne heard her grandfather's words, she proudly pointed her delicate little nose at Prince William, who was sitting across from him, and sat down again.

"I'm looking for the coat of arms of a noble family."

"Oh?" Charles was a little curious.

"Which family are you looking for? Just ask me and your grandma. Even if I don't know, your grandma definitely knows!"

"Right! Elizabeth."

Queen Elizabeth smiled softly at Charles, and then said softly to Anne.

"Annie, can you tell me which coat of arms you are looking for?"

"It is a coat of arms in the form of a knight's sword placed in a six-pointed star."

Annie tilted her head and recalled.

"By the way, she is a Duke, and her family name should be Pendragon!"

"Duke? Of the thirty or so dukes in the kingdom, in my impression, none of them are named Pendragon, right?"

Crown Prince William on the side frowned.

"What?" Unlike Crown Prince William, Queen Elizabeth was extremely shocked. Her usual calm demeanor was gone.