Lords of Camelot

When the night was over, Davian and Gawain would leave Kemreed and head for Orkney. King Rodgrens, under their persuasion, only needed to see them off to the palace gate. This time Guinevere did not come. Davian also breathed a sigh of relief, as it seemed that the other party had given up that idea.

"To be honest, I still feel a little regretful. I didn't expect that I would lose this opportunity."

King Rodgers suddenly said this with emotion, and Davian fell silent. After thinking for a while, he said to King Rodgers:

"King Rodgrens, in the future, a knight as glorious as I am will come to this kingdom. He will propose to your daughter, and he will become the king of kings ruling Britain. Your daughter will stand beside him and share the glory of this kingdom with him."

Gawain turned around and looked at Davian in surprise. What kind of strange prophecy was this? What strange words was he saying?

However, King Rodgrens had already understood, and he couldn't help asking if Merlin had told Davian this. However, Davian replied that it was not, and that this was just his guess.

"Your daughter is already too famous. In the future, only the one who draws the sword of the king-chooser and commands all the kings can be her match. Don't worry, I think that person must be a knight who is better than me."

Hearing this, King Rodgrens felt relieved. He was really old. So he had to find a suitable person to entrust his daughter and country to. Originally, Davian was quite suitable, but he had a lover, and that lover was the troublesome Merlin, so he had to give up.

But now that Davian has promised this marriage, he can naturally feel more at ease.

Then Davian and Gawain left. On the way, Gawain asked, "Sir Davian, do you really not care? This kind of relationship between a man and a woman is really..."

Davian waved his hand to signal Gawain not to worry, he had the confidence.

"At that moment, love between men and women is no longer important. Gao Wenqing, after all, after taking that position, he will no longer be the same person he was before. He has things he must do and a fate he must bear."

Davian's words were like describing an object. Gawain felt a deep sense of suffocation at this moment. He couldn't help but ask, "Is that fate's arrangement? Is fate's arrangement to sit in that position and become a prop?"

"Indeed, no matter what was arranged, it was all the best, wealth, power and beauty, but was he still himself at that moment? Wouldn't he have become a tool to rule Britain?"

Gawain couldn't help but say all these words. Davian turned his head to look at him and then continued walking forward.

"So you understand why I don't want to stand up? Even though I might be a good fit, I just don't want to do something."

Thinking of this, he felt that what he said might be a little dark, and then he said: "Not to mention, wealth, power, beauty and other things, you will get tired of them sooner or later. The pleasure those things can bring you will disappear sooner or later, but the anxiety they bring you will not disappear. Sooner or later, people will not be able to bear the double torture."

Gawain retorted that his father would not do that, and he was still working hard towards the throne. However, Davian said that it was just that he still had a goal, and sooner or later he would hit a wall and reach the end of the road.

"Even in the future, I might be the one who kills your father. Do you think this will happen? I think it's very possible."

This sentence frightened Gawain so much that he put his hand on the hilt of his sword, but after thinking for a while he had to admit that this was indeed possible.

Because he knew that Davian was destined to take a path opposite to that of his father. Although he seemed free now, Davian's path had actually been decided long ago.

Of course, Davian didn't think there was anything wrong with this arrangement. If they wanted to be his enemy, he would naturally fight. It wasn't like he was going to hurt innocent people, right?

If one day he had to turn his butcher knife on innocent people, Davian would rather give up his desire to go home than betray himself.

The black dog followed them now, and it could catch up with the two people quickly by following the scent. Davian stopped and rubbed his cheek against it affectionately, and the black dog was naturally happy to be close to them.

“So, sometimes we are not as good as it. After all, it lives freely, but we have to be bound by various aspects and struggle to move forward.”

Davidian laughed and complained about the reality of this world. Which of the things they did was 100% for themselves?

"Alright, alright, don't think about these annoying things! Keep moving forward, keep moving forward! Gao Wenqing, we can't stop here."

After saying this, Davian continued to walk forward with Gawain. According to Gawain, it would take about half a month to reach Orkney. After all, their walking speed was still relatively fast.

"Once you reach the North, you will be free. Go find a place you like, far away from human habitation, to live." Davian said happily to the black dog, and the black dog responded with a cheerful bark.

While the two people and the dog were still moving forward happily, a terrible thing happened in the Kingdom of Benwick in faraway France.

"Dear! Dear! Look at this!" Elena ran quickly towards the location where King Ban was. At this moment, she was so anxious that she couldn't even maintain her usual dignified appearance. If she really had to say it, her anxiety and urgency were greater than any time in the past.

"My princess, calm down, calm down. What could have made you so impatient? Could it be that King Claudes has called again? You can't possibly know it before me."

King Ban also calmed his wife's emotions, and then took the letter handed to him by Elena. After reading the contents of the letter, King Ban couldn't help but slap his hands to cover his eyes and shouted to God.

【Father! I am going on a long journey to Britain! 】

This was Lancelot's handwritten letter. King Ban now remembered the lion knight on the other side of the river who had been in the limelight recently and was about to be as powerful as his silly son.

"A Knight of the Lake and a Son of the Flowing Water, isn't it natural for them to clash? Not to mention that the man now has the reputation of the Lion Knight, it's normal for Lancelot to be unable to resist running away... I hope he doesn't cause any trouble."

This was the only expectation King Ban had for his son, and Lancelot certainly didn't know it. At this time, he was already on the ship heading towards Britain in the distance. Now Lancelot was full of vigor and handsome.

"Lion Knight, Son of Flowing Water?! Let me, Lancelot, come and see what you are made of, and see how high you have reached!"

He looked into the distance, which was the direction of Britain. The young man's passion and enthusiasm were completely boiling because of the appearance of a good opponent. The only thing he didn't want to happen was one thing - that is, the Lion Knight must not be a fool!