Lords of Camelot

David, in a good mood, naturally walked more briskly than before. Although he dealt with several waves of monsters harassing the village on the way, for him now, it was just a minor problem.

By asking for directions, he finally reached the city of Orkney. After entering the city, he asked the soldiers at the gate of the palace to go in and report. When they saw the belt on his waist, they naturally understood that the person in front of them was also a distinguished holy swordsman.

Since he came to see Lord Gawain, he must be someone Lord Gawain knows. The right thing to do is to report immediately. Although he would not be blamed by a model knight like Lord Gawain if he was late, it would still affect his future if he left a bad impression on him.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before Davian could see Gawain walking towards him. The first moment they met, they hugged each other. Although it was only a short separation, Gawain always missed his good friend.

"My brother, your expression tells me that even in this short period of time, you have experienced many things that I could not imagine. Joy is written on your face, but before that joy, it seems that you also encountered hardships."

Davian fell into a brief silence. Gawain was still Gawain after all, and his eyes could also see many things.

"I did encounter some unexpected things. I almost fell into an abyss from which there was no return. But now everything is fine. I can say that I have finally made it through."

His words made Gawain feel relieved, and then he asked Davian why he was so happy. As his brother, Gawain wanted to hear what happened to Davian that made him show such emotion so blatantly on his face.

You know, in Gawain's impression, Davian had always been a knight who never showed his emotions, and was calm and refreshing all day long. What kind of thing could make him stay so proud and come all the way to Orkney? Even when he was in front of him, he didn't hide his joy.

"My brother, Lord Gao Wen. You can't imagine how happy I am. That man has accepted my proposal and promised me a happy marriage. If I could, I would almost sweep Vortigern into the dustbin of history right now."

Hearing such a joyful fact, even Gawain couldn't help but hold Davian's hands tightly. He certainly knew who Davian was talking about. At this moment, identity had nothing to do with it. Two people he knew were going to get married. How could Gawain not be happy?

Although it is hard to imagine Merlin wearing a wedding dress and solemnly reading the wedding vows with Davian in front of everyone...

"My brother, please let me be there on that day. I will definitely watch your happy wedding. On that day, we will drink a glass of good wine and bless your beautiful future life."

Davian had already burst into laughter when he heard this, but after laughing, he immediately returned to normal and said that he hoped everything would go as planned, but they still had their lives to live, and they still had to defeat Vortigern.

At this point, Gawain suddenly grabbed Davian's hand and said to him: "Look at me, I was so happy to meet you again that I forgot that a distinguished guest had already arrived in Orkney before. You must come and see him, a son of flowing water, a knight of the lake. Your meeting is a fateful meeting."

He grabbed Davian and led him to the inner part of the palace. Not long after they walked, they arrived at the courtyard. At this moment, two men Davian did not know were fighting with swords there, and Aggguiwen, whom Davian had seen before, was watching the sword fight between the two men.

Hearing the shaking of armor, Agguiwen turned around. When he saw Davian, he saluted respectfully. Davian also saluted in return, and then everyone turned their attention to the swordsmanship competition between the two again.

From Davian's perspective, the swordsmanship of the man wearing white armor and holding a long sword was probably no less than his own. Although we would have to wait until the fight to find out the details, but considering the physical difference... it was really troublesome.

This era is indeed full of ruthless people, and this is what Davian is thinking now. Let alone the secret of Gawain's power, the martial arts of the man in front of him are unimaginably powerful.

Not long after, the man in white armor knocked the opponent's sword away with one sword. Then he looked at the others, and when he saw the holy sword on Davian's waist, he showed an expression of surprise and excitement.

"Sir Lancelot, I am right. If you stay in Orkney for a few days, my friend will come. You won't have to run around looking for him. Are you satisfied now?"

Lancelot laughed loudly. He couldn't help but say that Gawain was indeed an honest man. The days he had waited here were really worth it. The person he was looking for had come. What could be happier than this?

Then Gawain walked aside and threw Lancelot's holy sword named Arondette to Lancelot. Lancelot caught it steadily and waved it twice to feel the relief of the holy sword returning to his hands. He was ready.

So he immediately turned his attention to Davian, who couldn't help but shook his head and smiled. Lancelot really didn't hide anything at all, he came here just to compete.

"Davis Slerik, the wandering knight of Britain."

This overly modest remark startled the people around him, especially Lancelot. He thought Davian would mention his famous titles, but he just casually said "wandering knight" as an opening remark, and also reported his own name, and then ended it like that.

This humble look taught Lancelot a lesson. He put away his previous excitement and pride, calmed down, and then took up his posture.

"Lancelot, the French knight, I ask for your guidance."

Davian drew his holy sword, and his armor covered his entire body. He gestured to Lancelot in the same way, telling him to come at him, as he was definitely not a novice.

The next moment, both sides rushed towards each other, and the sound of the collision of holy swords appeared in the courtyard. Such a clear sound of the collision of swords made Gawain and others feel extremely pleasant. The battle between the two people at this moment was not mixed with any extra emotions, but a pure competition.

[What a powerful guy! I have been practicing sword skills for so many years and thought that no one in the world could match him. But this guy who suddenly appeared could be so powerful? How could such a terrifying person be unknown before? ]

Lancelot swung the holy sword in his hand, sometimes attacking and sometimes defending, and only then could he feel the joy of fighting. This was something he had never dared to think about before, and this was the wonderful feeling of meeting a real opponent.

He had defeated his swordsmanship teacher at the age of eleven, and was invincible in France at the age of fifteen. The joy of finally meeting his opponent at this moment made him unable to control his emotions any longer, and he was so happy that he almost wanted to roar to the sky.