The Silver Knight, it is Morgan le Fay's greatest creation and work of art. Each Silver Knight's combat power is no less than that of a normal Servant.
Alvin had been worried earlier that he might run into a Silver Knight on the road… He did not expect that the more you feared something, the more it would come.
Whoosh!
There was no time for Alvin to think further, because in the next moment the Silver Knight burst out from the shrubs at high speed.
Its speed was so fast it appeared before Alvin in an instant.
The heavy armor did not slow it down one bit.
The silver blade flashed sharp light in the sunlight and slashed viciously at Alvin.
But at the next moment, Alvin's figure and even his presence suddenly vanished.
The special ability called "Watchman" activated.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Then, from Alvin's chest the beating of the White Dragon furnace core sounded like a king's engine, crystal clear. A tremendous tide of mana surged from his body.
'So I really did inherit the simulation game's status panel completely,' Alvin thought, raising his right fist and slamming it heavily into the Silver Knight's head.
BOOM!
A deep sound echoed through the forest. Birds and beasts scattered.
The solid punch left a deep dent in the Silver Knight's helmet.
Legend has it that the Camelot Empire has both a Red Dragon and a White Dragon. Their power is roughly equal, but the White Dragon is more violent.
If Artoria's Red Dragon furnace core is a balanced force, the White Dragon furnace core leans toward destruction.
In the Knights of the Round Table, even Lancelot would not dare to take Alvin's punch head-on.
Although Alvin had learned many spells from Morgan le Fay in the past, most of the time Alvin solved problems with his fists.
No flashy magic beats brute force. A single punch to break all is the most straightforward.
The Silver Knight clearly did not understand what taking that punch meant. After all, as a puppet it could not think.
Under Alvin's brutish, violent blow, the Silver Knight's head was dented, and it spun away flying.
With a great crash it slammed into a large tree, its frame twisted.
However, the Silver Knight, which should have stopped moving, now had an indescribable mana quietly spreading over its body.
It was healing its wounds.
Alvin showed a look of surprise, and soon realized something, murmuring, "White Dragon furnace core?"
In the past Morgan le Fay transferred Vortigern's White Dragon furnace core to Alvin, and now she had restarted experiments. Obviously this Silver Knight was one of the test subjects.
Although a low-quality White Dragon unit, it still had considerable regenerative ability.
Of course, this regeneration meant little against Alvin.
Alvin shrugged and looked at the Silver Knight healing itself, muttering quietly, "Looks like I should head back to Camelot for a bit."
You have to know, this Camelot Empire is three or four years after Alvin's death; the people and things in the empire have probably changed drastically.
First he needed to figure out what his royal sister and Lily were up to, and what changes had occurred in Camelot these years.
If his royal sister really let Vortigern win the resurrection contest… that would be entertaining.
Just thinking of that dragon gave Alvin a headache, and he pinched his brow.
Vortigern, in Type-Moon's histories, is the fairy of Britain, the king who rules the fairy forest.
In the simulation game Alvin played, Vortigern's combat performance far exceeded what he had imagined.
If it weren't for Morgan le Fay and Artoria, Alvin might not have been able to kill that dragon so easily.
Alvin collected his thoughts and stepped up to the Silver Knight. He bent down. He slammed another heavy punch into the Silver Knight's head, this time denting its body as well.
After finishing, Alvin walked straight to a white horse drinking by the lakeshore.
Riding A+ let him handle most mounts in this world. Even dragon kinds were not a problem, so mastering a horse was easy.
He leapt onto the horse's back, easily taming the white steed, and galloped toward Camelot Palace.
Warm sunlight filtered through the leaves, shadows dappled.
In the forest, the Silver Knight lay broken beneath a tree, motionless.
Until sometime later, its arm twitched slightly.
Then it slowly lifted its head and stared in the direction of Camelot Palace.
———
At the same time, deep inside a certain magic workshop, a woman of noble and elegant bearing slowly opened her eyes.
The woman wore a thin veil and stood at the workbench mixing potions.
Her figure was graceful, her posture beautiful. Platinum hair and a luxurious gown gave an ineffable seductive aura.
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She casually placed a vividly colored potion on the counter.
"Gareth."
A soft, alluring voice sounded quietly in the room.
A girl in armor pushed open the workshop door and respectfully looked at her "mother." "Do you have instructions, mother?"
"A transmigrator appeared on the Camlann Plains. He killed one of my Silver Knights," Morgan le Fay's expression was calm, her cold arrogance like an empress.
The girl named Gareth showed surprise, "Among these transmigrators, there are people who can contend with Silver Knights?"
"Could it be a lord from the Clock Tower?"
Recently many transmigrators had appeared across the Camelot interior; without exception they all came from a place called the Clock Tower.
According to current intelligence, one of the Clock Tower's strongest representatives is the Twelve Lords.
"I don't know, which is why I had you come."
Morgan le Fay lifted her eyelids. Her deep blue eyes showed no emotion as she said, "After dealing with the Silver Knight, he went toward Camelot Palace."
Gareth probed, "You want me to—"
Morgan le Fay nodded slightly, "You should go to Camelot Palace and find that transmigrator."
"One who can destroy a Silver Knight of my making… that person is worth being an experimental subject."
"The palace is King Arthur's domain. If the other side resists and makes too much noise, the outcome may be difficult," Gareth hesitated.
"A mere pest from the present world. If he dares resist, then as his reward—"
Morgan le Fay tilted her head slightly. In an unbelievably soft and pleasant voice she spoke words devoid of feeling, smiling, "KILL HIM."
———
[Camelot Palace]
A young man in a black robe was walking along a bustling street, his gaze wandering around.
'I have to say, the Camelot Palace painted in the simulation game was quite detailed, but it still feels more real here.'
"I didn't expect I'd actually set foot in Camelot Palace someday."
Soon Alvin could not help feeling a bit emotional.
Of course, feelings aside, he did not forget his business.
He walked into the palace streets and soon reached a more hidden spot, a back alley.
Compared to the busy streets, this place looked old and dim, with some local trash and a faint musty smell.
Unlike the historical stories Alvin knew, in the game Camelot's civilization was not particularly backward. Though not modern, it was not terrible.
Deep in this alley was an unremarkable little shop.
As Alvin entered, he recalled some scenes from the game.
Ordinary shops were usually on more prominent palace streets, but this little shop didn't sell grain. What it sold was information.
To reach this shop you had to wind through several dizzying alleys. Back when he played, Alvin always had to go out of his way to find it.
Later he always held a grudge, 'Why put a shop in such a remote alley? It feels like pure trolling.'
Now that he had actually transmigrated to Camelot, Alvin didn't mind so much that the shop was hard to find.
After all, it was an intelligence vendor. If there were no threshold, anyone could buy here. Could the shop have lasted this long then?
'I hope it's still here,' Alvin prayed inwardly.
This timeline was several years later. No one knew whether Artoria, after taking real power, had ordered this hidden intel shop shut down.
Thinking such messy thoughts, Alvin reached the shop door.
A gray-robed man stood quietly inside, head slightly bowed, "What do you need?"
'It is indeed still here,' Alvin breathed a sigh of relief.
In the plot, Alvin did not know who this man was even by the end.
But Alvin got a lot of intelligence from this shop before.
Including Vortigern's weakness.
"I want to know the major events that have happened in the Camelot Empire these past years, and… where these recent transmigrators in Camelot came from?", Alvin asked succinctly.
"Wait a moment," The gray-robed man turned and walked into the shop.
Before long he placed a document on the counter.
Alvin glanced at the gray-robed man twice, wanting to see his face, but the man seemed to have hidden his presence by special means like Alvin himself.
Alvin took the document without showing expression, put a purse on the counter, and turned to leave.
He soon stepped back into the alley, planning to find a place to read about Camelot's affairs of the past years.
"Alvin?"
But just as he stepped out, someone behind him called his name.
The voice carried a hint of doubt, as if not entirely sure of the other's identity.
Alvin's steps stopped hard. He turned and looked toward the alley behind him.
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