Lords of Camelot

After hearing what he said, Davian shrugged with a helpless expression: "I can also hold this holy gun and exert some power. But the compatibility between me and this gun is really average, do you understand? ? It can be used but cannot be fully exerted. Then I might as well hand this holy spear to the right person, and you are very suitable. This holy spear is very satisfied with people like you, do you understand?"

After listening to his words, Percival nodded solemnly. He picked up the holy spear and stood up: "The unscrupulous knight-Percival will devote himself to the First Legion from now on. Fight to the last moment for King Arthur.”

"That's good. It just so happens that Wenqinribu's responsibilities are too heavy. From now on, you can be the camp commander of the First Army and go and explain to Wenqinribu. He will understand what I mean." Davian also He did not hesitate to put all his trust in Percival and directly entrust him with important tasks.

"Is it really okay? I have just arrived and I haven't had any military exploits yet, so you should entrust me with such an important task?" Percival was even more surprised now. He was suddenly upgraded from an ordinary knight to a knight. The holder of the holy spear, currently the camp commander of Britain's strongest legion, was something he had never dared to think about before.

Davian just shook his head. He stretched out his hand and tried his best to reach his shoulder: "Don't betray my trust. As for military exploits, are the holders of the Holy Spear still afraid that they will not be able to make achievements? Well, go find Wen Qinli. Come on. After handing everything over to him, figure out what you should do and do it well."

"Yes! I will definitely not betray your trust!" Percival said and ran out happily, while Davian looked at his hands at this time. Bastard... How come these guys are so good at each other? He originally thought that Lancelot was tall enough, but it turned out that the new Percival was even taller. If this continues, won't the three shortest men of the Round Table always be Gawain? Will Artoria still have him? This is because Artoria cannot grow after she draws the Sword of Choice.

Then he threw the small resentment in his heart to an unknown corner and prepared to go to the city to handle government affairs with Agguiwen.

He cut through the dark space with a sword, and then walked through the dark space directly to Agguiwen's office. The people working here didn't even raise their heads. Davian went to the position he was familiar with and started to deal with what he had to do today. Anyway, he was used to it.

By the time everything was done, the sun outside the window had set and the moon had risen again. Davian stood up and moved his body. Sure enough, he always felt that time flew by once he started doing this kind of thing. It has been almost a year since the decisive battle with the northern kings. This time has gone too fast.

"It's almost time, Agguiwen. Let's go have dinner together?" Davian invited Agguiwen for dinner. Anyway, the work is almost done. It would be nice to go have dinner together, just in time to ask Agguiwen if he has been in any trouble lately.

"No, I have other things to do. You can go by yourself, or you can go and dine with my king. I am sure my king will be very happy." Agguiwen actually refused directly, and Davian's mouth He opened his mouth slightly, not knowing what to say. Aguevan isn't a bad guy, but this guy is always overworked. He was afraid that one day Agguiwen would not fall on the battlefield, but would overwork himself on the paperwork.

In the end, he didn't say anything and could only go find Artoria by himself. No way, eating alone is always boring. Occasionally, I have to be with my colleagues and the king I serve.

When he arrived at Artoria's current temporary residence, he found that she was actually eating. I just ate very slowly, enjoying the dishes in front of me bit by bit. Davian remembered that while Lancelot handled the trade this time, he also invited a group of French chefs when he came back.

She showed an expression of enjoyment while eating, completely unaware that Davian opened the door and came in. Davian couldn't help but smile at this time. Although she was the king, her life was indeed not much better than other officials. The harsh situation in Britain forced her to practice honesty and frugality. Compared with other kings, her living standard was indeed much worse.

Davian returned to the kitchen and cooked some food for himself. Before he traveled to Britain, he learned to do a lot of housework under the influence of his parents. After coming to this Britain, I had a long period of adventure, and I did everything I had to do. Although the level is definitely not as good as that of French chefs, it is still pretty good.

"Hey, Davian, when did you come?" When Davian stepped into the room where Artoria was dining again, Artoria finally noticed this time. Then Davian smiled and brought the dish he had prepared in front of Artoria, motioning for her to try it.

"So Davian, do you know how to cook?" Artoria was a little shocked, because from her perspective, most of the knights under her command were simply stupid in this regard. about there. And looking at it like this, Davian is obviously not one of those people. On the contrary, the dishes he cooks look pretty good.

She took a taste and then her eyes widened. Unexpectedly, not only does it look good, it also tastes great. At least this taste is definitely not made by Gawain, he can only stir mashed potatoes.

Davian also picked up the bread, tore it open, dipped it in the stew and ate it bite by bite. The monarch and his ministers enjoyed this pleasant dinner comfortably, that is, after having enough time to observe. Davian felt that something was not right. He couldn't help but said: "Artoria, could you please stand up and take a look? I feel like something is wrong."

Although Artoria was confused, she still satisfied Davian. She stood up, and then Davian stood up, and he realized something was wrong. Artoria—she has actually grown taller!

"Really? Didn't you say that you won't grow again after pulling out the holy sword? Why did you suddenly grow taller at this time?" Davian was dumbfounded. Did this, this, actually grow taller?

"Ah, I haven't told you this yet. I only found out about it some time ago, hum hum!" Arturia proudly puffed out her chest with a proud expression on her face, "Merlin told me, because I chose the holy spear as my main weapon, so the huge magic power of the holy spear broke through the protection of the chosen sword. My body will grow to its optimal state and then stop! Hum, now I will I’m not the shortest among the knights anymore! Maybe I’ll be taller than you by then, Davian~”

She also prolonged her tone when pronouncing Davian's name, looking very happy. And Davian also looked like he had been hit. Is there such a thing? It turns out that the holy spear can also make people grow taller? Damn it, now I am really going to be the shortest person on the round table.