Lords of Camelot

"Well, so I will decide whether to do this after asking my king for instructions. This is just my personal idea." Davian said this, and he would not do it at will without going through Artoria. Big things.

Agguiwen also understands Davian's thoughts, but Britain really can't bear it now. As an internal affairs officer, Agguiwen is one of the few people who knows very well that Britain is on the verge of death. If Davian really follows Davian's ideas, I am afraid that the war will burn down the entire Britain.

Neither of them spoke after that, and their conversation today ended in such an atmosphere of silence. Davian returned to his military camp, and he remained busy as usual in the following days.

Tristan and Bedivere also returned to Camelot. They returned immediately after handing over the garrison task in the south to the local princes. After all, this is a once-in-a-lifetime event for our king. No matter what, they should come back as quickly as possible and prepare in advance.

Davian personally welcomed the two of them and blessed them with blessings, while thanking them for their contribution to King Arthur. Bedivere was in a much better mood than before, at least he could accept Davian's praise for him.

"Don't always look gloomy. You have qualities that other knights don't have. You must have a meaning for your existence under my king's command. Bedivere." Davian comforted Bedivere. Although he is not good at martial arts, his presence is undoubtedly very crucial.

Bedivere was a little confused. He had it but the other knights didn't, so what was it?

Tristan smiled. He could more or less think of what Davian meant, but he didn't say it out loud, and it shouldn't be his fault.

"But I shouldn't be the one to say those words. Let my king tell you when the time comes. Bedivere, be sure to hold your chest high. You are an outstanding knight who is not inferior to me." Davian smiled at him After raising his glass, Bedivere quickly raised his glass in return.

"This is really...compared to you, I am still far behind. Although I joined my king's command with you. But now, your achievements have already surpassed mine." Bedivere still said I feel that Davian has surpassed me too much. How can he be a knight of the same level as Davian?

"Bedivere, I consider you my friend, so you don't have to be so outspoken to me. I really feel that a knight like you is very important under my king's command. Come, let us work together for the future of King Arthur." Following Davian's words, the three people raised their glasses and drank the wine together. Both Tristan and Bedivere believe that everything will get better and better.

In the days that followed, Bedivere resumed his previous job and was responsible for the training and distribution of new recruits. Davian's task became easier again, and something really good happened. Camelot is complete, the chalk city finally completed before my king returns.

Next, we just need to wait for my king's return. Although my king's holy sword is still in this city to maintain the state of this city, Davian still hopes that my king can see this as soon as possible, which they worked together to achieve. Chalk city.

Use the Holy Sword to maintain the city as a source of power, and use the Round Table as the beam to fix the castle. This is what Merlin decided when he was building the city.

Not long after the entire Camelot was completed, Merlin immediately placed the round table symbolizing the future thirteen knights into the Round Table Hall. Although Davian also learned from Merlin in advance that he did not have a place among the thirteen seats, Davian did not feel any regret.

"I'm sorry, Davian. There is no seat for you in this round table. After all, when I recast this magic ritual, you hadn't come yet, so I didn't include you." Merlin began to move the round table to the Round Table Hall. That's how he explained it to Davian at that time. He knew that Davian wouldn't have any grudges about this kind of thing, but he still wanted to explain it.

When the round table appeared in the round table hall, although he felt a little lonely, Davian also gave his own answer: "If I can exchange my seat for a better future, then I would rather not have that seat. It's a pity. , I also know this is impossible.”

At the same time, Davian saw the magic costume embedded in the core of the round table. At this time, Davian was a little bit dumbfounded. This guy Merlin is simply a slacker. He just embedded that magic gift into such a round table,

However, I heard that this magic costume symbolizes the bonds proved and declared by the heroes in the past. Davian feels that this thing is quite like a shield. Maybe some knight will use this thing as an weapon in the future?

"Are you thinking about something strange?" Merlin looked at Davian's expression and couldn't help but say this.

"No, not really. I feel like what I'm thinking of is just more interesting, and it's far from disrespectful."

While Davian and Merlin were chatting like this, Agguiwen had already arrived. He reported to Davian: "Lord Davian, the man is back and is almost at the gate of Camelot."

The man Agguiwen mentioned was of course Lancelot, and it might be due to a personality incompatibility. Ageguin and Lancelot never got along, and Davian sometimes wanted to mediate the conflicts between them, but in the end he gave up. After all, these two people even went together to fight against the King of Denmark and his coalition forces before, but they were still like this after they came back.

But how could he have imagined that during that period, Agueroven and Lancelot had no communication at all, and there was absolutely no private interaction except for necessary conversations. And because this matter was not very important, other people did not tell him about it. Therefore, now Davian can only give up trying to reconcile the relationship between these two people. At the same time, he also feels in his heart that it doesn't matter. As long as he and my king are here, it should be fine.

"Well, I'll go greet him. Agguiwen, please continue to deal with the layout and follow-up work in the Round Table Hall. Just discuss the details with Merlin. I'll take the first step." Davian waved the dark sword in his hand. After opening the space, he went directly to the gate of Camelot, preparing in advance to welcome the returning Lancelot. It's been several months since they were separated, and I'm sure Lancelot won't let him down.

Ageguiwen, who was still staying in the Round Table Hall, began to follow Merlin's suggestions and ideas, and began to construct the layout of the Round Table Hall with reference to my king's preferences. This hall was originally the most important place for round table gatherings in the future, so the magnificence here was still necessary.

Agguiwen even plans to add a chalk throne here for my king, so that the king can show his necessary majesty when summoning other knights. Everything is necessary, as long as it is for my king and the continuation of Britain.