Lords of Camelot

King Arthur's decision to burn the princess spread throughout Britain, and Gahoris and Gareth also took over the task of guarding the execution. The two of them already understood my king's arrangement and what Davian meant. King Arthur and the Lords of Camelot have already made their judgment, so as ministers, they only need to follow it.

These seven days passed quickly, and when Gareth was about to go to the execution ground, Davian arranged her appearance. While Gareth accepted Davian's every move, he said shyly: "There is no need to do this for me personally. Lord Davian, I am already eighteen years old. I am an adult!"

Davian tilted his head and smiled, then put a standard long sword into Gareth's waist. Gareth saw this move and couldn't help but asked curiously: "Is it necessary to bring weapons? Sir Lancelot will definitely understand what my king and you mean if he sees me and Brother Gahoris, right?"

"Just in case, isn't it? I know that you have been able to fight Gawain for two hours in the daytime recently. You have indeed become more capable, but there is still a gap in experience with me. It is not very good to be prepared just in case. Is it important? The scene will definitely be chaotic. It will be much better if you bring a weapon." After that, Davian patted her shoulder to make the soft armor fit better.

"Well! This is my successor. It's so good that people will like it after seeing it. Okay, let's go. Remember, there is no need to hinder Lancelot, just let him rob someone and leave." Davian smiled, he was always so affectionate towards Gareth. Gareth pinned Davian's hope for a better future on him, even if it was unrealistic, he still hoped that Gareth could thrive with Britain's future.

Gareth smiled and nodded, then hugged Davian. Davian returned the favor with a warm hug, and when the two let go, Gareth also set off to the execution ground to complete the task she should complete today.

Davian also smiled and went to the government affairs hall, preparing to handle his day's work. Now he really has no way to finish his work. To put it in terms before he traveled through time, this would be 996. No, maybe it’s 997. Apart from sleeping, I also work.

Of course, occasionally there are some tasks that need to be reported to the king and let the king make the decision himself. However, most of the work can be solved by Davian himself. There is indeed a lot of work left by Agguiwen. But the officials trained by Agegui Wen are also very reliable, or at least very easy to use. It's just a pain for them, now they have to accompany Davian around.

"The impact of this incident is very bad. The princes from all over the country actually dare to delay the taxes that should be paid. Hmm... maybe we should regroup the Glory Eternal Legion and let them know from door to door that something has happened. But My king's authority has not yet fallen." Davian looked at the various documents submitted. Really, these guys still don’t understand.

King Arthur does not have the magnanimity of a king. After all, he even had his wife taken away by others. Such remarks were rampant within Britain, and the knights and princes who were dissatisfied with the king all watched a grand joke. For this reason, Davian even felt that he should, or must, teach them a lesson to let them know who is still in power in Britain.

At this time, it had been three hours since Gareth left for the execution ground, and Davian thought that this matter should be over soon. And when he came here today, he keenly discovered that Bose was missing. As Lancelot's nephew, he was probably acting as an internal agent to support Lancelot. I hope they can cause less damage and not cause too much trouble.

However, at this time, a man hurriedly ran into the interior hall. Davian was stunned for a moment. Wasn't this man transferred to the execution ground today? What's going on in such a hurry at this time?

"Report! The traitor knight, Lancelot led people to rob the execution ground! Sir. Gahoris has been killed! Sir. Gareth is still blocking Lancelot, please go to the execution ground immediately! Lord Davian!"

Hearing these words, Davian stood up in confusion. He couldn't believe how such a thing could happen! Is Lancelot crazy? How could he do such a thing!

"Hurry and inform my king! I will set off for the execution ground first! Messenger! Go and inform Wenqinrib to take all the soldiers of the Sixth Company where Camelot is and rush to the execution ground. If I can't catch Lancelot! You guys! We must intercept him outside the city!"

He issued the order as quickly as possible and then cut through the dark space directly towards the execution ground. Normally, the time it would take for him to cut through the passage with two swords in the dark space would not exceed a minute, but in his eyes now, it was so long. He was anxious because the reality was far more out of control than he had imagined.

And when Davian arrived at the execution ground, Davian saw the scene he least wanted to see and the scene that made him most furious. Gahoris fell there, his blood spreading across the ground beneath him. Gareth fell in front of the stone steps of the execution platform. She still held the broken sword in her hand, but the blade had flown to nowhere.

Lancelot, who was the chief culprit of all this, had cut off the stakes of the burning, cut the ropes, rescued the princess, and had already fled the scene. But Davian didn't have the mind to care about that now. He ran in front of Gareth and found that she still had a little breath. He hurriedly checked Gareth's wounds, but found that there was no way to save him.

Her skull was shattered by Lancelot's punch.

He glanced at the cut on the broken sword, which was as smooth as a mirror. Also, how can normal weapons block the Holy Sword Alondette. If he had taken the lance that had been blessed by countless magics, I'm afraid the situation would not be like this.

"Gareth..." Davian had already shed tears. His most favored junior, Gareth, who was considered the next generation hope of the Round Table, fell miserably in front of him. Why? Why are things like this?

After hearing Davian's words, Gareth actually regained some consciousness. She used her last strength to speak: "Are you here...Dad..."

Then the fire in Gareth's life went out. Davian roared to the sky in pain to vent his anger, but after this meaningless roar. He still took off his cloak and wrapped Gareth's body. He wanted to cry in pain because he had lost too much today, so much that even a person like him would feel heartbroken.

When Gawain came to the place of execution, he only saw something that Davian held up. Seeing Gahoris next to him, Gawain understood what was in Davian's arms. That's Gareth, no doubt about it.

At the same time, Gawain saw Davian's sad face and his clothes soaked in blood. Davian didn't care about the eyes of others at all. He held Gareth's gradually cold body and left. He can't change the fact that Gareth has been killed, all he can do now is decide where Gareth should be buried.

At this time, he had made a decision in his heart. He must do something about what Lancelot did.