Lords of Camelot

This was a very real act of kindness, and Davian certainly had no reason to refuse it. But before leaving, at least he had to cremate the bodies of these people, which was what he should do.

Fortunately, Winchinlib and his men had something to make fire with, and they ignited the pile of corpses in a few seconds. Davian waited until everything was burned out before using his water sword to put out the fire. He sincerely hoped that the souls of these people could rest in peace.

After dealing with the aftermath, Davian left with Vincenlib and the others. Not long after they left, he saw the small camp of Vincenlib and the others.

The iron pot was boiling hot water, and the dry food was placed in the tent. It seemed that the area under their control was not very large, otherwise there would not be so few people.

Wen Qinlibu used an iron spoon to scoop a bowl of hot water and put it aside to cool before inviting Davidian to drink it. Davidian was not in a hurry. Several people sat down in the camp and chatted about some simple things.

"Don't worry too much. This is how it is in Britain. If you are not careful, you may be killed by evil goblins, or even eaten by a wyvern or killed by a demon pig. This is not uncommon."

Vincenrib's attitude was very calm, he had seen this kind of thing a lot. After all, there were still many more monsters in Britain than in other places. Whether it was the Roman part or the French part, the number of monsters was far less crazy than here.

"Life is life. When a living life that is not my enemy dies because of a man-made disaster, I always feel sad. Don't you think this is human nature, Wenqinlibu?"

Davian responded calmly, and Winchenlib just shook his head helplessly. He replied that it would be uncomfortable to have such a mood in Britain. Life and death are commonplace here. If Davian continues to hold on to this mentality, he will collapse.

But Davian didn't care at all. He just said that there was nothing wrong with it. What could be wrong with being sad for others' sadness and being happy for others' happiness? He was moving forward on a path that he recognized, so there was no problem at all.

"So you want to save everyone." Wen Qinlibu asked the soldier next to him to bring the cooled boiled water. The two men clinked their bowls with water instead of wine, drank it all in one gulp to moisten their throats.

"No, I will try my best to save those I can save, and I will also try my best to defeat those who have become my enemies. I will stay firm on my path, on what I should do, and then move forward positively."

After hearing his words, Wenqinlibu fell into a brief silence. After a while, he finished thinking and said to Davian: "With your character and thoughts, it would be a pity if you don't rise up and lead the soldiers and people to conquer your own land and become the leader of a region. What do you think? Do you have any ideas in this regard?"

Davian also laughed when he heard his words. His response to Winchinlib's idea was also very simple. He just said that there was no need to hurry up, someone would do those things for him, and he only needed to swing the sword to his heart's content, and fight against the strong and help the weak.

Vincenrib showed a surprised look. As far as he knew, none of the kings on the island had the same idea as Davian. Even if there were a few kings who cared about the happiness of the people, they were still two different kinds of people from the people they ruled.

"The day of choosing a king that Merlin spoke of is not far away. We must believe in Merlin and also believe in the natural king who will eventually pull out the sword from the stone."

Of course, Winchinlib had heard of the legend, but he didn't care much about it. On the contrary, he felt that Davian in front of him was more worthy of reaching the pinnacle of Britain and becoming the king of kings.

However, Davian acted too indifferent in front of him... or was he noble? Money, power, and wealth, as a Holy Sword Master, he could get whatever he wanted, but he didn't care much. Even now, he was still traveling alone in Britain, doing what he should do.

How could this man be so cool and carefree? He came here with a sense of freedom and left with great interest. He was very polite and indeed an excellent knight.

"Where are you going next? There shouldn't be anything worth your stay in this Garod region, right?"

Vincenrib asked this again, and Davian said that he planned to move on. He heard that there was a very powerful knight in the Cornwall area ahead, and his name was... Tristan, right?

"Ha~ That sad prince Tristan from Cornwall, right? He's really powerful. I heard that he defeated the Irish Knight Machans two years ago. He's a truly excellent knight who not only has martial arts skills, but also etiquette."

Wen Qinlibu told him everything he knew, and Davian nodded to indicate that he had written down everything Wen Qinlibu said. These were all small matters, and he had no conflict of interest with most people on the island, so he would not cause any trouble.

Of course, if someone covets the holy sword on his waist and wants to cause some trouble, Davian will not show mercy and will do his best.

For example, in the palace of Londinium, Vortigern sat on his throne and calmly listened to the report of his assassination team. Silver Blade, the holy sword of water forged by the blue arcane rune? This is quite interesting.

"Your Majesty? How about taking back the holy sword? If you can use the holy sword, you might have a chance to defeat the red dragon. After all, red represents fire, and water overcomes fire, right?"

Vortigern's chief court magician Anagumas asked him with a smile, and Vortigern also fell into deep thought. After a brief thought, he opened his eyes and said to Risut below:

"Go, my sharp blade, go and bring that holy sword back to me. This is necessary to fight against the red dragon that will eventually draw its sword and become my enemy in the future."

Risut, who was kneeling below, immediately stood up and left this magnificent but gloomy palace. After he left, Vortigern slowly closed his eyes, feeling the power gradually filling his body.

This feeling, the power of the dragon, the mysterious power of Britain is returning to his body. For his ultimate goal, this is necessary, drinking dragon blood, eating dragon meat, just to return everything to the original origin.

"Your Majesty, I have entrusted you with everything that should be entrusted to you. The rest is up to fate. There is a limit to what we mortals can do after all."

After Anagumas finished speaking, the palace fell into a brief silence. Finally, Vortigern spoke:

"Thank you, teacher. I know that what I have done is something that the world is unwilling to accept, and it is also wrong in the general sense. But for the sake of Britain, I will eventually do these things. This is my responsibility as the king and as the one chosen by Britain."