Lords of Camelot

When he returned to being alone, loneliness and solitude returned to him again. But he felt that there was nothing wrong with it. On the contrary, it was because he was alone that he could calm down and think about the future.

While thinking about these things, he walked forward alone. And tonight, he came to a castle. Davian was surprised. There was actually a castle here? What was this strange?

But seeing such a castle, Davian still felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. He and Merlin had also spent three years in such a castle. Now thinking back on it, it was a wonderful feeling.

He got a little closer, but found that the castle had been abandoned for a long time. Seeing the dilapidated gate, Davian sighed. Then he pushed the door open and walked in. This place was not bad. It could block the wind and give him a place to stay.

The hall of the castle was covered with dust. Davian sighed helplessly and used a rag he found to wipe the place where he would stay tonight.

"That's enough." Davian folded the rag and put it on the ground. He was satisfied to have such a place tonight.

Looking back, it was really unnecessary to let Gawain accompany him to sleep in the open air. He was a prince and the heir of Orkney, and his life during this period was really hard for him.

"Young warrior, now that you have come to this castle, why don't you meet the owner of this castle? Hehehehehe!"

However, at this moment a strange sound came from the center of the hall. Davidian jumped up, and then he could see darkness rising in the center of the hall, and a man in a black robe suddenly appeared in front of him.

The man turned around and looked at Davian, and now Davian saw a witch in the traditional sense. Her sallow and old face, her dry and sharp claws like a hawk, and even when she opened her mouth to laugh again, Davian could not see many teeth in her mouth.

"From the outside, I thought the castle was deserted. I never thought there was an owner here. May I ask who you are?"

Davian asked about the other party's identity, and after a strange laugh like a night owl, the witch replied: "I am the master of this castle, the magician Morrigan. Young warrior, now that you have entered, you cannot leave easily."

The witch's words made Davian frown, it seemed that he was involved in something strange. But he would not just run away, instead he asked what he should do to make Morrigan let him go.

"Young man, you only need to go through my trials to prove that you are a true knight. Since you are here, it means that you and I do have an invisible destiny. After my trials, if you pass, you can naturally leave safely. If you cannot, then you must stay here and become my servant."

After a moment of silence, Davian restrained his urge to draw his sword and kill. After all, he was breaking into someone else's home, and he was the first to be rude. So he might as well give the magician's trial a try.

"Then I will accept your proposal. I hope you will keep your promise and not let me draw my sword and kill someone because of your despicable behavior."

The witch laughed strangely, and then she clapped her hands gently. White mist gradually filled the hall, and Davian's consciousness gradually became hazy. The trial began.

When Davian regained consciousness, he was standing in a treasure house where he did not know where it was. Before his eyes were countless treasures, dazzling gold, sparkling gems, and pearls as bright as dragon eyes.

This endless wealth was laid out before him, waiting for him to accept. This was the first test.

Even though he didn't care much about all this, when he saw so much wealth and treasures in front of him, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva. But then, he shook his head, this was not what he wanted.

"Is this the first level of the trial? That's not enough. This is not enough to shake anyone." Davidian was able to control his heart at this moment. If it was just wealth, if it was just this, it would not be enough to make him greedy and shaken.

So the next moment, everything in front of him changed, and he himself changed too.

This time, he sat upright on the throne. Below him, countless ministers and dozens of princes were crawling on the ground and trembling. At this moment, a minister handed a piece of parchment to him. Davian glanced at it casually and read all the information on it.

He wrote down which vassal had underpaid taxes and which vassal had hidden troops. Then he waved his hand, and the attendants beside him immediately strode over and dragged out the vassal he had mentioned, with screams resounding throughout the hall.

This was not just about killing one lord, his army would be dispatched next. His reputation had already spread throughout Britain, so how could these people dare to hide taxes and hide assassins? If this wasn't treason, what else could it be?

If their loyalty was not absolute, then they were absolutely disloyal, and he would kill them all and burn their entire court to the ground. Those foolish commoners would be forcibly relocated to his territory and become his possessions.

At this moment, he has experienced the beauty of power, he has experienced its sweetness like poison, he has become something completely different from the creatures he rules!

This vicious yet sweet feeling gradually penetrated deep into his heart. For the first time, Davian felt that he was being corrupted. He knew very well that this was wrong and he shouldn't do it. But the pleasure of being able to decide someone's life or death with just one word and destroy a city or a country with just one word still made him nostalgic.

Morrigan was laughing secretly. Money can make people happy. Davian was indeed a little shaken at that moment. But he quickly controlled himself. But what about now?

Power will naturally bring him wealth, power will naturally bring him pleasure. At this moment, how can he resist this pleasure?

However, Morrigan knew that this was not enough, and her magic changed again at this moment. She now desperately hoped that Davian would get lost in her magic, so that she could manipulate this young and brave holy sword user at will, and then she would have the capital to compete with him in the future.

So the next moment, Davian's situation changed again. He was sitting on a big soft chair, Merlin was in his arms, Guinevere was pouring wine for him, and he turned around to find a beautiful woman he didn't even know rubbing his shoulders.

Guinevere handed over the glass filled with wine, and Davian looked at her pair of white, slender hands and suddenly felt a surge of desire in his heart.

So he took the wine glass and held the wine in his mouth, then pulled Guinevere over and drank the wine with her lips pressed together. A huge pleasure filled his heart.

Even when he was playing with Guinevere, he couldn't stop touching Merlin in his arms. Merlin's delicate hands slid around his neck, exciting his nerves and giving him more pleasure.

How could he resist at this moment? How could he have the strength to resist?