Lords of Camelot

Artorius shook his head helplessly. If Merlin said she did nothing, then she must have done everything. If she said she just gave a small push, then the person she pushed must have been tied to her chariot.

Now he couldn't help but sympathize with Davian. It would have been fine if he had to face Britain's dark and hopeless future, but he actually dragged in such a promising and young Holy Sword User...

He is not even a British. Artorius even feels that he does not look like a European. Could it be that he is from the distant and mysterious East and drifted here?

But Merlin still comforted him, "Don't worry, don't worry. He is the Holy Sword Master, the Lion Knight, the Son of Flowing Water, who will help you in the future. You just need to trust him."

However, Artorius shook his head and responded that Britain is too dangerous now. Vortigern, aliens, monsters, and even the one from Orkney are all eyeing Britain.

He was born to face these things, there was no way around it, after all, this was the meaning of his birth. But Davian was different, he was still so young and cheerful, how could he be allowed to step into this dark history?

"If you don't go through hardships and suffering, how can you become a person who goes down in history? Only heroes can create legends, and Davian now has this destiny."

Merlin's words made Artorius feel a little strange. When did she defend someone so much? When did she hold on to someone so tightly? Did something bad happen between her and Davian? That made Merlin care about him so much?

You know, in Britain, being targeted by Merlin is never a good thing.

"Alright, alright. There's no time to waste. Let's start today's lesson. Study hard, Arthur. You should know that it only took Davian three years to surpass you in swordsmanship. If you don't unleash your true strength now, you won't be able to defeat him.

Not to mention etiquette and knowledge, I have taught him all the knowledge he needs, and now he is no less capable than you in these aspects. Oh my, this adopted child is really gifted, and I feel like I have found a treasure."

Artorius was also quite surprised at this moment. A genius boy? Even better than himself? This was very interesting. Merlin actually chose such a person as his comrade. It really made him feel pressured.

"I really want to throw the future throne to him, and then I won't have to worry about anything. That would be so easy." He sighed, which also aroused Merlin's dissatisfaction.

She gently tapped Artorius's head with her staff and scolded him for having such thoughts. He was a red dragon with the blood of the great King Uther and Princess Igraine. In the future, he was destined to shoulder the responsibility and become the glorious king who ruled Britain. How could he leave such a thing to others?

After being hit like this, Arthur's personality became more obedient. What he said just now was just a complaint. After all, Davian's performance today gave him some pressure. This made Artorius regain some of his youthful mentality and he was no longer as mature as when he was trained by Merlin before.

Several hours of training ended quickly, and when Artorius opened his eyes again, he found that Davian was no longer beside him, and there was bread left for him to make breakfast on the plate next to him. He ate the breakfast and hurriedly left the stable.

It wasn't long before he met Davian, who was helping him patrol the village and reinforce the fence. He was working so conscientiously and meticulously that Artorius was at a loss for words for a moment.

"You get up really early." This was all Artorius could say in the end, and David said without even turning his head that he was used to it.

He had developed a habit from being trained by Merlin. Artorius didn't know how much suffering this young man had endured, but he could feel it at this moment that the hardship was no easier than his own.

He didn't stand up until Davian finished the work at hand. At this time, Altolis handed over the water bag. Davian took it and drank a big sip. It was really refreshing.

After that, the two began to patrol the village together, while doing some simple reinforcement and repair work. The two cultivated a tacit understanding between the two during this simple work, and inexplicably, they felt that they could actually coordinate each other's every move.

"That's about it. Although it can only block the Saxons, it's pretty good for dealing with small monsters."

Davian wiped the sweat off his head, and Artorius asked him with a smile if it was okay for him to work like this? Wouldn't his swordsmanship decline?

At this moment, Davian suddenly showed a somewhat lonely smile, and said to Artorius: "You can give it a try. If a person practices swordsmanship, calligraphy and etiquette all day long in the company of another person, as long as he lives such a life for three years, then this person's swordsmanship will probably not decline throughout his life."

Hearing this, Artorius could not help but feel sad. How could this person endure such a lonely life without companions, fresh life, or proper contact with any outsiders?

"Perhaps I am indeed very talented. My swordsmanship cannot be improved by daily hard training. What I lack now is an opportunity for enlightenment. Perhaps when that opportunity comes, my swordsmanship will be further improved."

Davian's words seemed to be self-praise, but Artorius only felt that his tone was self-mocking. But he didn't know why Davian would mock himself when he had such an impressive talent.

You have to know that a young and promising Holy Sword User is a hot commodity in Britain. If you release someone like Davian, there will be countless kings who will extend olive branches to him, promising him gold, silver, wealth and beauties in order to recruit him under their command.

However, Davian didn't care about those things, as could be seen from the simple battle last night. He didn't ask for money, the best housing, or anything else. He just solved a problem and returned to the stable to spend a simple and ordinary night with himself.

"Well, I have to go now, Artorius. See you someday in the future. I believe that you will establish a reputation in the future. After all, I can see that you are a person with a destiny."

Artorius' pupils shrank at this moment, but Davian did not give him a chance to say anything. He turned around and strode away, leaving Artorius with only a dashing back.

"I'm going to create my own legend first. After all, that's what a knight is. Helping the weak and fighting the strong, slaying demons and monsters, isn't it nice to go through everything in a carefree manner?"