Lords of Camelot

Davian looked at the stable in front of him and fell into a temporary silence.

This was something he had never thought of. This handsome young boy actually lived in such a place? This was really different from what he had imagined. He thought there would at least be a warm bed and an ordinary room.

However, Artorius lit the oil lamp as usual, and only the public stable in this village had such a large oil lamp. After he tied up the horse he had led before, he uncovered an old cloth beside him.

It was a simple wooden plate with two pieces of bread on it. Davian could tell that this was food he had prepared for himself, and it seemed that he planned to continue working after eating this.

"Let's eat together, and then rest for a while. I will go patrol the village at night, and I will come back to rest after the patrol. You can spend the night here."

He brought the wooden plate to Davian, and the palm-sized piece of black bread made Davian fall into even greater silence.

This was not as good as the food Merlin prepared for him, but Davian said nothing. He did not refuse the precious kindness of the person in front of him.

The two of them sat down and leaned against each other to eat the small piece of bread. They both ate very slowly. Every bite of this precious food was precious, and every bit of nutrition should not be wasted. They had to chew carefully, digest slowly, and absorb thoroughly.

"I didn't expect to see the Holy Sword User here. It's really surprising." Artorius suddenly said this with a smile, and David also responded with a peaceful smile.

"Perhaps there will be more Holy Sword users in Britain in the future. I am just one step ahead. It's nothing special. Excellent people like you will follow the same path in the future, right?"

Davian's response made Artorius look surprised. He turned to look at Davian, and Davian returned the same smile. He could almost see Artorius's true level at a glance.

"It's hard for me to imagine seeing someone like you in such an ordinary little village. They don't know enough about you. You don't look like the same kind of person as them... No, not even like the same kind of creature. The way you walk and the steadyness of your breathing are not what a normal person should behave like."

After being described by Davian, even though Artorius was calm, he still couldn't help showing a look of surprise. He couldn't help but be surprised. Now he even felt that his identity was exposed. But considering that he was hiding well, there was no possibility of being exposed, so he was relieved.

"You can see so much information at a glance. You must have been trained by an extraordinary person, right? Let me think, you can't match any of the holy sword masters who are in the limelight recently. Then, who are you?"

When asked by Artorius, Davian responded with a smile that he was just a sudden visitor. After being trained by a woman here for three years, he was now planning to travel throughout Britain and become an outstanding knight who would go down in history.

"Hahaha~ That's great, with your ability and level, Davian, I believe you can do it." At this moment, Altolis sincerely wished Davian a good future, but at this time he suddenly noticed something wrong.

Who taught Davian martial arts? Who taught him etiquette? He just said it was a woman? Could it be? No way!

"Davian, your teacher couldn't be... Merlin?" Artorius said the name he least wanted to mention at the moment, but Davian showed an expression of surprise and joy.

"Oh~ How did you know? Hahaha! Merlin is really famous. He is worthy of being the most powerful magician of this era. Hahaha~"

Davian still laughed nonchalantly, but Artorius next to him had already begun looking at him with pity and sympathy.

It is hard to imagine how optimistic Davidian's mentality is. How could he be in such a happy mental state after being trained by Merlin?

Then Artorius looked at the starry sky outside. He picked up the oil lamp, said a brief goodbye to Davian, and went out to patrol the village.

After all, Britain is not very safe at the moment. There are monsters, evil goblins, the army of the humble King Vortigern and alien races. To be honest, we can't relax for a moment.

Davian was left in this small stable to rest. After Artorius left, he picked up the beautiful water sword Liushui at his waist. The beautiful rune bloomed with blue light in the dark environment, illuminating his face. Davian's ideals made him excited. The path of an upright and fair knight is the path they should take.

However, not long after, Davian heard a sound, which was similar to the sound of gongs and drums. He stood up and rushed towards the place where the sound came from. When he arrived, the young and strong militiamen who spontaneously formed in the village had already rushed out with weapons.

Even now that the battle had begun, Davian had already seen clearly what the enemy was. It was a small group of Saxon stragglers, about a hundred strong, who had probably been eyeing this village for a long time, but were just short of numbers, so they chose to launch a surprise attack at night, but they didn't expect to be caught by Artorius.

【Lion Chronicles! 】

[This blue mane newly writes the history of the noble king's battle! 】

[At this moment, I swear to the water sword in my hand that I will protect the way of the knight! ]

Davian opened the Book of Fantasy. This was his first battle, and it was also a battle that suited him. Fighting back the strong and protecting the weak, such a decision was always the right one, wasn't it?

"Transform!"

[The sword is drawn by the flowing water! The Lion War! 】

[Flowing Water Volume! When the King of Beasts and the Water Sword meet, the Blue Sword will reveal its fangs! ]

He swung his sword and charged into the crowd. The difference in attire between the enemy and us was so great that he could easily tell who was the enemy to be attacked and who was the one to be protected.

"Those who are injured, retreat! Those who are still able to fight, come with me! Push back this enemy and protect this village!"

His appearance boosted people's morale, but the waving of the Flowing Sword resulted in the spilling of blood. This Saxon century-man team was no different from powerless children in front of Davidian.

They could neither catch up with Davian's speed nor block the holy sword in his hand. Every time Davian swung his sword, he would take a life. The battle lasted only a few minutes, and the Saxons had retreated. They even left more than 50 bodies. This battle could be said to have yielded a lot of results.

When the battle was over, people cheered. Although they had fought off the Saxons many times before, it was really joyful to defeat the enemy this time. They would surely be able to sleep soundly for many times in the future.

It was at this time that everyone could finally go and see the hero of this battle, standing among the pile of corpses - Davian.