Lords of Camelot

Leaving the village of Altolis, Davian headed for the distance. This is what a happy journey without a destination is like. He listened to the sound of the wind and headed in the direction of freedom.

Two days of travel passed, and he defeated many monsters during these two days. He also exchanged the parts of these monsters for some coins. He was lucky, as these monsters could be eaten by roasting them. If he encountered a gazer, it would be troublesome, because it would be too fishy if it was not stewed in a big pot.

Today he entered the city, Lontinium, which might be the capital of Britain. Merlin told him that Vortigern, who had the strongest military power and the most outstanding individual strength, was stationed here.

But even for him, the range he can radiate is limited. The area he can control is not large enough to crush other kings, but if he fights alone, then none of the kings on the island can suppress him.

After giving some coins to the soldiers at the gate, Davian entered the city. These people did not ask too much about Davian's holy sword. They were just gatekeepers, and they only made so little money a month. Why would they risk their lives?

Davian entered the city and fell into deep thought as he watched the people on the road. Although everyone was busy with their lives, he always felt that these people were living under inexplicable pressure, just like the top of the city, which was clearly in broad daylight but had some dark clouds.

He first found a suitable place to stay. There was a hotel in this place. Although looking at the simple and shabby bed in the room, David fell into silence.

Even in Lontinium, is it still like this? How could the people live in such a state? What was Vortigern doing? As a king, he was not a tyrant, but his people lived in such a miserable state?

At night, I had the dinner provided by the restaurant. It was a little better than the two pieces of bread that Artorius had at that time, but not much better.

"Perhaps I should go and kill the king? I should be an assassin, right?" Davian said calmly, looking at the sword in his hand. However, after a while, he shook his head. Assassination would not change anything. Instead, it would bring chaos to Britain, which seemed to be peaceful now.

He flicked the blade lightly, and the dull sound made Davian fall into a brief silence. Then he calmly hugged the sword and fell into a deep sleep. His consciousness fell into a deep sleep. This night was like usual, and he did not dream.

In the morning, when Davian woke up, he left the room. He got some salt water from the kitchen to rinse his mouth. He walked out of the hotel. After all, he had paid before, so he could just walk away.

At this moment, he felt a strange gaze staring at him. Or rather, staring at the holy sword on his waist.

He couldn't help but smile. If someone stared at him, he probably wouldn't be able to sense it so keenly. But if someone stared at the holy sword on his waist, he would definitely notice it immediately.

At this moment, the sound of the bronze bell spread throughout Londinium. Davian calmly disappeared into the alley next to him. Soon, the passers-by on the road retreated to both sides.

Vortigern's army led the way, their military appearance was neat, their flags were flying, and their weapons were sharpened. However, Davian had no intention of watching these, he was concerned about the old man in the middle.

That should be Vortigern, his old face exuded majesty, and his long hair was meticulously groomed without any undignified features. Davian sensed ambition from his eyes... and a deep sense of helplessness.

Davian could feel the helplessness, as if he had tried everything but still had to choose the path he least wanted to choose.

But this had nothing to do with Davian, on the contrary, he had confirmed one thing: Vortigern was not the right person for him to assist, he was the one he should overthrow, the one he should kill.

【Isn't this great? Overthrow the old king together with like-minded companions, bring happiness and a better future to the people, and create the future of this land. 】

It was just such a simple encounter, and Davian decided at that moment what path he would take in the future. Young people always have dreams, and although he will leave in the end, wouldn't it be better for him to do something right, something just and passionate before leaving?

When Vortigern's army completed today's patrol of the city and no longer appeared, Davian left Lontinium quietly.

He walked slowly along the road until he stepped into a forest. It must be said that there are really a lot of forests in Britain. Davian also understood that such a place is a good place to kill and rob, so the gang probably couldn't hold back.

However, unexpectedly, the group of people secretly following him still did not make a move. Perhaps they were waiting for the best opportunity? Or perhaps they were waiting for orders... waiting for orders from their real master.

So Davian didn't care about it. There was nothing to care about. When those people were ready to attack, they would attack. Then he would fight back with all his strength. He had confidence in himself.

At this moment, he could feel the peace and beauty of the forest. The holy sword was also resonating with the forest, and the beautiful feeling was filling his heart. If there were no sights lurking in the darkness, his state of mind and spirit would probably have reached a new level.

This was a feeling he had never had before when he was with Merlin. The environment really did change people. The castle was his cage, and now he had finally jumped out.

But whenever he thought of Merlin, he couldn't help but feel happy. When would they meet again? What would Merlin be like by then, and what would he be like? It was really exciting.

Thinking of this, he quickened his pace. The forest was not big, and he walked out quickly. Looking at the lake in front of him, he walked over. A beautiful fairy was singing in the lake. Davian sat on a rock and listened to the other singing.

There are indeed some beautiful things in Britain, such as the playful magical creatures before him. Merlin told him that fairies are pure beings who can enjoy good and evil without any burden, so you have to be wary of them, because if you are not careful, the fairy who was smiling at you in the last second may rip your chest open in the next moment.

Not long after, the goblins disappeared, and Davian stood up. The gazes on him were still there, but not as many as before. It seemed that the other party was also thinking about how to deal with him. It was really troublesome to have such a tail behind him.

[Maybe we should kill them all and then move on. It's hard to move fast with the baggage. It's really frustrating.]

Thinking of this, he put his hand on the hilt of the sword and continued to move forward. Now he didn't want to waste time here any more, so he continued to move forward.