Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 280 - 285: The Transcending King Arthur

Although "The Once and Future King" Arthur, along with Lion Heart King Charles, Conqueror Alexander, and First Citizen Caesar, was called one of the most influential kings of ancient Europe,

he was different from the other three.

King Arthur was not a real historical figure, but a figment of the imagination of a death row inmate named Thomas Melory in his final moments of life.

Speaking of which, this gentleman was also a legendary figure.

The stories he compiled not only influenced the subsequent literary works of Shakespeare and Tolkien, but were also acknowledged by Stendhal as the prototype for Julien in his famous novel "Red and Black."

However, his poor choices directly led to an early end to his life.

Wang Jian flipped through the information and sighed lightly, "Couldn’t you have written your works and made a name for yourself before hitting on noblewomen?"

This big shot, because he reversed the order, was sent to prison by a noblewoman’s husband and was hanged.

You know, Shakespeare’s private life was even more chaotic than his, but many noble males turned a blind eye to this fact, and even took pride in their wives being the lovers of a great writer...

"As the first person in history to propose the concepts of magic and alchemy, you really had a rough time," Wang Jian sipped his coffee and said somewhat speechlessly.

Fortunately, he didn’t have time to complete his works, which left many gaps in the story of King Arthur, giving Wang Jian room to make adaptations.

For example, the story of how Arthur’s father sent him to be fostered by the Great Magician Merlin to protect the heir, and then pulling out the "Sword in the Stone" to inherit the throne, was only roughly described.

Wang Jian tapped his fingers on the table and, after a moment, decided to describe it according to the storyline of the struggle for the throne in "Let Go of That Witch."

As for his opponent, let the Eldest Prince have the backing of Spain and the Holy Roman Empire.

The power of the Medieval Church Country was enough to send shivers down one’s spine.

As for the Princess...

Wang Jian pressed his temples and began to think.

"France and the Church Country often have their dirty laundry, but their power seems a bit lacking!"

He looked at the records on King Arthur and suddenly burst into laughter.

"The Lake Witch, unicorns, they all appear in the story of King Arthur, so what’s the point in considering plausibility!"

With a sweep of his pen, Wang Jian endowed the king and queen of Gallia with the shadows of Napoleon and Saint Joan.

"A French Empire led by foreigners and women, well, it barely suffices..."

So, is this the European version of the story of Wang Mang’s battle against Liu Xiu and Zhang Jiao?

Wang Jian looked at his story outline and smiled smugly.

...

The 15-year-old protagonist, riding a horse, gazed at the dilapidated castle in the distance.

As a nerd obsessed with mechanics who could not even find a dance partner at the graduation prom, waking up to find himself a prince was thrilling indeed.

He had intended to whine about the lack of stockings and Victoria’s Secret while fooling around with the beautiful maids.

But after understanding his situation, he lost all interest in such pursuits.

"Your Highness," his home tutor, the Magician Merlin approached to comfort him, "Although it’s a bit backward here, as a lord, you now possess supreme power."

The young man "hmmphed" softly; was he still worried about pleasure?

What he worried about was his own life!

The king was gravely ill, his powerful brothers and sisters were marshaling troops in their respective territories and heading to the capital to vie for the right to succeed to the throne.

The first thing they did upon reaching the capital was to tacitly exile him to this remote and impoverished land.

"This body’s original owner only knew pleasure, gaining neither the support of the nobles nor the endorsement of the commoners, posing no threat to them."

"Those two should let me off the hook, right?"

A moment later, young Arthur shook his head.

"My own brothers and sisters are not such tender-hearted people."

To eradicate the roots, they would definitely kill him.

The only question was whether they would clear him out first, as they did this time, or start fighting each other first.

So, on what could he rely on to save his life?

Was it a magician whose power had stagnated due to Church restrictions? Or the hastily assembled, farmer-moonlighting City Lord’s Guard?

The protagonist sighed and rode his horse toward the town.

Soon, a bald mayor came forward to greet him.

"Prince Wang Jian, your City Lord Mansion has been repaired and is not far from here."

The protagonist nodded and, followed by a few attendants, proceeded with the mayor.

"What’s happening over there?" the protagonist asked, pointing to a place where a crowd had gathered.

"Prince Wang Jian, a witch has been captured," the mayor replied humbly. "They’re about to conduct an execution by fire!"

A witch?

Arthur was reminded of this profession, whose powers were not controlled by the Church and had a terrible reputation, sparking his curiosity.

"Let’s go have a look," he gestured with a wave and spoke to his attendants.

"Fuck, such a beautiful girl is going to be burned at the stake?"

Arthur hesitated briefly but then decided to intervene.

"Who are you?" the priest conducting the ceremony shouted. "Do you know that shielding evil is punishable by burning as well?"

"How dare you? This is Prince Arthur, the new lord!" an attendant rebuked loudly.

Prince, lord?

The priest looked at Arthur, uncertain, weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

Although ecclesiastical authority was firmly above royal authority, even the king’s coronation required the Pope’s assent.

But in this broken place, the Church didn’t have more manpower to invest.

"Moreover," the priest glanced at the trembling little girl and considered Prince Wang Jian’s reputation.

"Falling into the prince’s hands might be even worse for this girl than burning to death; after all, she’s unlikely to survive either way!"

This scene was witnessed by other witches who were preparing to rescue their kin.

They immediately halted their prison-break plan and began to reconvene at the gathering point to discuss new strategies.

"The protective forces of that Arthur are much stronger than the patrol team; we’ll suffer heavy losses!"

"But she’s our sister; we absolutely cannot abandon her!"

"Even if we can’t save her, we must give her a chance to commit suicide!"

Like these witches, the little girl they had just saved was also considering suicide.

But Arthur looked at her with curiosity and pity, reminiscent of his younger sister in his past life!

"Here, have a piece of candy," Arthur offered a precious lump of white sugar to her.

"You want to poison me?" the little witch glanced at the sugar lump and swallowed, "Well, I’m thinking of committing suicide anyway."

With a defiant attitude, she stuffed the sugar into her mouth and licked it with relish.

"Don’t eat that," a piercing female voice rang out.

Immediately after, the aluminum plate in front of Arthur began to deform out of nowhere!

"Not good, Your Highness!" the mage Merlin shouted. "It’s a witch!"

Moments later, he breathed a sigh of relief and said to Arthur with a smile, "Don’t worry, Your Highness. It’s only a second-level witch!"

He cast a buff on himself and rushed toward a corner.

"Caught you!" Merlin’s shout resounded, followed by the young girl’s scream.

Was the true transcendence not close-combat mages like Merlin?

Looking at the transforming swords and armor, and then at the pretty girl, he shouted loudly, "Merlin, let go of that witch!"

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