Lords of Camelot

But let's not talk about Vortigern's movements here, let's put the focus back on Davian. He is having lunch with Wenqinlibu at the moment. Wenqinlibu provides bread and vegetables, while Davian provides meat - the meat of the magic pig.

"I simply smoked it and used it as dry food. Try it."

Wen Qinlibu smiled and took the jerky handed over by Davian. It can be seen that this is a newly made jerky. In this day and age, it is a good thing to have the meat of the magic pig.

The slightly salty dried meat made Wen Qinlibu smile. Although it was just a simple taste, it still felt very good to eat a few bites of the meat at this moment.

"It's already troublesome for us to hunt a relatively small demon pig. If it's a large one, like the Forest Lord, we will suffer casualties. It's better for you to use holy swords like yours. For you, those demon beasts are just a matter of swinging swords."

Davian smiled after hearing this. He said that being chosen by the Holy Sword was a good thing, but also a bad thing. The Holy Sword was not only a power, but also a responsibility. Those who were chosen by it must bear the corresponding responsibilities.

"So I will work hard to become a knight, a hero, and the person I should be." When Davian spoke, Winchenlib couldn't help laughing.

He recalled that after he fled from Rome to Britain, although he avoided boring political persecution, he also fell into a boring life of being unable to change the reality and spending his days in a daze.

I am also a descendant of nobility, a descendant of the proud Roman knights. But here I am, serving as a patrol sergeant? What's the point?

The blood in his heart gradually boiled, and the dreams of his youth gradually returned to his heart. Davian's presence had made him recall those past, those interesting and hilarious dreams.

"Why, now that you suddenly recall those things, do you also want to do something?" Davean teased him with a smile. How could he not see what Wen Qinlibu was thinking? But this teasing with a smile was what he hoped would calm Wen Qinlibu down.

Because taking the right path does not mean that there is no need for sacrifice or killing. On the contrary, because it is the right path, it often requires more sacrifice than other paths, which is painful.

"If I want to do something, I have to follow you. Now there is no one else worthy of my recognition!" Wen Qinlibu laughed heartily. Although he was a little older than Davian, at this moment he still agreed with Davian and agreed with his thoughts.

But Davian just shook his head and said that it was not the right time yet. If he drew his sword now, it would only make the chaotic Britain even more chaotic. It was meaningless and he did not want that.

"Let's wait until the day of the king selection is over. At that time, the situation on this land will be clear. We will also have the choices we should make and the responsibilities we should bear. By then, I will drink a glass of strong wine with you, and we will become brothers who can run towards the same path."

Davian finished the food in his hand, and stood up to say goodbye to Wenqinlibu. Wenqinlibu gently clenched his fist and knocked on his chest, and Davian returned the same gesture.

We will meet again one day in the future, and then we will fight side by side and pursue the same dream.

"Captain, this man gives people an inexplicable sense of closeness..." At this moment, the other soldiers under Winchenlib were also impressed by Davian's approachability. Each of them could see that Davian would definitely become a big figure in Britain in the future.

"He is fundamentally different from those people. With my limited knowledge, it is hard to imagine that someone in Britain can cultivate such a person. I ask you, are you interested in doing something big in the future? Together with such a person?"

The people around Wen Qinlibu were all inexplicably excited at this moment. To do something big with such a person? This is really a good choice.

But that was a matter of the future, and what Davian had to do now was to keep moving forward. The Garod area was not small, and it would take him some time to walk through it.

But after walking into the city here, Davian could clearly feel the vitality. It was the vitality of life, the motivation to survive. He didn't have this feeling when he was in Londinium. There he always felt that there was an inexplicable dark pressure that made it impossible for everyone to live peacefully.

Thinking of this, he was even more determined to defeat Vortigern in the future. At the same time, he noticed that the number of people secretly staring at the holy sword on his waist... increased.

[It seems that the master has been consulted. Then what is the time and place of the attack? Night or noon? Outside the city or inside the city... Hmm, this is very interesting. ]

Davian always remained alert to the sight in the dark, but it was possible that this was what the other party wanted. After all, being alert always consumed one's energy. When Davian's spirit was worn to the limit, it might be time for the group of people in the dark to take action.

However, Davian still had confidence. The years of training under Merlin had honed his mentality to an extraordinary level. He had patience and the energy to continue waiting for this group of people to make a move.

When these people take action, they will only face David's powerful counterattack. The attack of the water sword will kill all those who have evil intentions. David has such thoughts and confidence.

As usual, Davian first exchanged the valuable items from the monsters for money and then found a place to stay. The accommodation and food conditions this time were better than before, although it was just so-so, but Davian felt that such a small improvement was a good thing.

No one will care about things too far away, but if you can give them an extra piece of meat for each of their three meals, that would be a good thing for the British people today.

"This road is really difficult. It looks like it will take decades to complete. It's really hard work~ Merlin, I have fallen into your trap."

Davian looked at the holy sword in his hand calmly and complained to himself. Fortunately, he had plenty of time. The maximum limit was thirty years, so he would try to do everything he could before leaving. That was good, it wasn't a wasted trip, right?

Thinking of this, he lay down and began to sleep, which is the most important thing for a person. Those who coveted his holy sword did not choose to take action at this time. They chose to act cautiously instead of acting rashly.

At the same time, the petals fell on Davian's pillow. His journey had always been in someone's eyes. And she was satisfied with everything Davian was going through now. He was indeed moving in the right direction as he wanted.