I, the sword in the stone, want to take the knight king

: The Holy King and the Tyrant

Artoria’s homeless recruitment plan is progressing fairly smoothly.

In less than three days, she found a group of ragged refugees in a col at the edge of the mountain forest.

This is obviously a group of refugees who have experienced the war and were forced to flee here.

In their ranks, there are almost no young and middle-aged men—even women are rare.

Among these refugees, the largest number are a dozen children who are not as tall as a wheel.

They are very young, but they are surprisingly sensible. They are collecting available stones and branches everywhere, and building simple fences in this mountain depression as much as possible.

These fences cannot stop wild animals in the mountains, let alone those barbarians who loot everywhere.

But for these underage children, these fences that can fall down at the touch of a touch are already the only defense they can build.

At the same time, in an apparently cleared space, four or five elderly grandmas were lighting a fire and cooking today’s food.

“That should be boiled bark.”

“Well, it should be birch bark.”

Arturia, who has a lot of research on food, recognized the “true appearance” of those dishes at a glance.

LookLooking at Artoria’s slightly frowned brows, Shaar can be sure that she must have secretly tasted the birch bark when she was free.

At the same time, he could see that Arturia, who advocated justice, must have felt compassion for these refugees.

But let’s be honest.

From the point of view of the ruler, Xia actually did not suggest that Artoria contact these refugees who were obviously old, weak, sick and disabled.

——In the early days of the kingdom’s construction, these old, weak, sick and disabled not only could not provide the necessary help for Artoria, but would become her burden instead.

It is foreseeable that these refugees will not be able to form combat effectiveness in a short period of time, and it will take a lot of resources to train them.

It will be at least two or three years before those children really grow up.

And by that time… the grass on Vitigeng’s grave would probably be three feet high.

But, sorry.

Although Arturia knew that, if it was from the perspective of maximizing benefits, Shaar’s suggestion might be right.

But she, who believed in the spirit of chivalry, absolutely could not do such a thing of contempt for the weak and helpless.

“The so-called king is to protect these weak people. Let them escape from suffering and live a life with a smile?”

She pointed to the children who were building the fence, and said very seriously:

“If I don’t save these people, and only lend a helping hand to those who I can use…then what is the difference between my behavior and that tyrant?”

A firm voice came from Artoria’s mouth.

It is clear.

Artoria is serious about wanting to become the 【Holy King】!

…

Artoria, who had already made up her mind, took the initiative to walk towards the refugee team.

Then, of course.

This knight who came out of nowhere and held a dangerous-looking weapon directly caused a huge commotion in the refugee team.

Accompanied by bursts of hurried greetings, the children who were originally scattered gathered together as quickly as possible.

The grandmother who was cooking also put down the firewood in her hand and turned to pick up some longer sticks. Blocked in front of these children, and showed a very aggressive look to Artoria who was approaching.

It can be seen that these grannies with fierce appearance should also be good at work when they were young.

Now, despite their age, they are still young.

Even in the face of those ferocious beasts, as long as it is not a pack of wolves, they probably have the strength to fight.

It’s just a pity that these shallow human beings don’t know it at all.

At this moment, the person standing in front of them is not a real human being at all.

But a real giant dragon.

“Sure enough, communication is the most difficult thing?”

Looking at the refugees who were wary of her, Arturia knew that at this moment, she had to show a powerful force that could convince them and even make them lose their ability to think.

Only in this way can she defeat these people’s psychological defenses in the shortest possible time.

As for, what method should she use to demonstrate this power?

“Your Excellency Char, can you help me?”

…

Speaking of which, Artoria actually has many ways to show her desperately powerful force.

And the easiest way is to take the sword in the stone and release a powerful light cannon in front of these refugees.

Xia had reason to believe that the scene of destruction would definitely leave a deep impression on these refugees who had never seen anything in the world.

But Arturia didn’t intend to do this.

“If that’s the case, I’m afraid it will leave an indelible shadow on them.”

Artoria is very thoughtful.

She did want to deter these refugees—but that didn’t mean she intended to scare them to death.

She needs to grasp a “degree” that allows these refugees to recognize herself without making them afraid of herself.

Therefore, after thinking for a while, she chose a more complicated way to show the power she possessed.

“Can you help me create a blizzard?”

“However, the blizzard will pass over them—preferably to form a circular wall of snow around them.”

This is a tricky request.

Arturia, who likes to dream, can always come up with some strange ideas.

Then, these naive, almost impossible ideas must be imposed on other people.

That is to say, Shaar has a problem, and he can barely keep up with Artoria’s unrestrained imagination that day.

Otherwise, he might have to say “King Arthur doesn’t understand people” like those knights of the round table who were exhausted physically and mentally.

However, even so.

Shaar, who was suddenly entrusted with such a complicated task, also showed some reluctance:

“It’s because this is your first time recruiting subjects.”

“Only this once!”.