Duncan hesitated as he reached for the Nord Bow. As soon as he held it, he felt its extraordinary nature, for it resonated slightly with the magic power within him.
This weapon is very powerful, possibly comparable to the church’s holy relics.
Duncan pondered, "You want to give it to me?"
The six fairies of Avalon nodded slightly, seemingly genuine.
It is a bit of a hot potato!
But accepting such a generous gift surely comes with a price.
Duncan stared at Tethys, the leader, and asked solemnly, "What price must I pay?"
Upon hearing his words, the six fairies of Avalon slowly shook their heads. Tethys, the leader, bowed slightly, and the other five fairies followed suit. Duncan quickly turned to avoid their respect, while Tethys said in a quiet voice, "The mist-covered Avalon is gradually fading away."
"If in the future the lord finds this gift useful, please protect our heritage in the real world."
"So it doesn’t completely vanish from history."
The church’s faith has spread to Great Britain, and even soon, Scandinavia will have church followers. The impact on Great Britain is immense, with early Roman gods from the empire, followed by missionaries from the church, and now the Saxon invasion bringing the Norse Pantheon.
It can be said that the Celtic mythology has been battered by all pantheon camps, and it’s likely that only Avalon retains a certain legendary level in the England region.
Hearing this, Duncan felt relieved. He had escorted the Crow Queen Triss across more than half of Europe and already had numerous connections with polytheism.
With so many debts, it doesn’t weigh him down; instead, it feels like nothing.
Upon seeing Duncan holding the war bow, the six fairies of Avalon sighed in relief, and the surrounding fairies cheered with joy. Soon, more fine wine and delicacies were offered, and minstrels sang and played. The joyous atmosphere reemerged. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ NovelHub(.)net
Duncan glanced at the fairies before him and suddenly asked, "I’m not the first mortal to come to Avalon, am I?"
The fairies’ expressions hesitated at his words.
Duncan gestured them to not be nervous, raised his cup, drank it all, and guessed, "Who else has been here?"
"Gaius Julius Caesar?!"
After the empire conquered Britain, some Celtic beliefs were still retained. It’s not hard to guess that Avalon once bowed to Caesar, so the ancient Roman pantheon showed mercy, and the Druid’s heritage slowly took root here.
Many fairies remained silent for a moment, then Tethys softly said, "Caesar indeed came here."
Some of Duncan’s doubts were resolved.
It seems that the mythical creatures of the Middle Ages must also depend on the real world; their existence in this world is determined by reality.
A night of singing and drinking, and Duncan also became unknowingly drunk.
At some point, he had entered his human form, feeling surrounded by charming fairies, soft and warm, entangled in a blissful dream of beauties, lost in the delights as if he were in the heavenly palace he had never experienced before.
When he awoke, he had returned to reality. The morning light appeared on the horizon, with no trace of a hangover, leaving him feeling as if it had all been an illusory dream.
When he grasped the strange war bow beside him, he realized that it wasn’t all a dream, although this legendary war bow no longer had the strange glow it had in Avalon, looking merely like a finely crafted noble’s bow.
"This is no longer a divine entity... already fallen to the point of being similar to the mythical beings in Eastern legends asking for mortal help..."
Duncan adjusted his pants, feeling he had not lost anything.
The fairies of Avalon had placed such a heavy bet on him, truly valuing him highly. Back then, Caesar could protect Avalon’s faith; he must at least give it a try too.
"It seems the church has really driven the other pantheon camps to desperation!"
Duncan thought again of King Uther’s slaughter of wizards in the Kingdom of Camelot, primarily targeting the traditional Celtic priests. The fairies of Avalon didn’t ask the natives for help but rather placed their hopes on him, a foreigner. It’s hard to believe how disappointed they were in the native Britons.
King Arthur also seemed to have received a treasure from Avalon; likely, the guardian fairies of Avalon placed their hopes on King Arthur at that time, without considering King Uther at all.
Duncan picked up the Nord Bow, and the magic power within him surged, instantly drained dry.
A gentle breeze emerged in the forest, and an invisible arrow coalesced on the war bow, unseen to the naked eye, visible only from a God’s perspective. Upon forming, it drained all of Duncan’s mana bar, then the arrow shot forth, striking a tree trunk more than ten meters away, leaving a two-centimeter-deep hole.
"My mana bar can’t even shoot one arrow continuously?"
Duncan’s magic power was completely drained, and he realized that not only himself, but all supernatural entities, whether witches or priests, were heavily suppressed by the laws of reality.
In such circumstances, mythical creatures descending into reality would also be heavily suppressed.
Time passed silently.
When Duncan returned to the town of Devon, he discovered that the Barbarian Race soldiers stationed there had withdrawn.
"Did they simply abandon their occupation here?"