Lords of Camelot

The happy banquet ended in the afternoon, and none of the five people drank too much. Because Davian had a mission to meet King Lot and Princess Morgan in the afternoon. After all, he came to their territory and made friends with their children. It would be unreasonable if he didn't meet their parents.

Several people controlled their drinking, and it was okay to stay away from them if they were a little drunk. But drinking too much was inappropriate, and it was not chivalry, but basic etiquette.

By the afternoon, several people entered the palace hall. Davian could already see King Lot sitting on his throne and reading the parchment. He was already alert when he saw this person.

This person will be very troublesome, extremely troublesome, and dealing with him in the future will definitely cost a lot of blood.

If others knew what Davidian was thinking at this moment, they would probably curse him. While others were still sizing him up and thinking about the future, this person decided that the person in front of him had to be killed. He could kill him himself or someone else.

King Lot then placed the parchment in his hand into the hands of the woman wearing a black veil next to him. Davian thought that the woman should be Princess Morgan. Or maybe Princess Morgan, after all, she was of noble status.

Davian had already inquired about the relevant information before coming. Morgan was the noble daughter of Princess Igraine, not to mention that Igraine later remarried to King Uther. She was a noble duchess herself, and marrying King Lot... To put it bluntly, King Lot was slightly inferior in status.

King Lot carefully looked at Davian from head to toe and then said, "Gawain, my son. Is this the Lion Knight you mentioned? He is indeed an extraordinary person and worthy of respect. Has he been knighted? Is there a woman he likes?"

These two consecutive questions clearly expressed King Lot's thoughts. After all, he was the Lord of the North and the second most powerful lord on the island after Vortigern. His promise was no joke. Except for those things that were really difficult to do, there was not much difference between his words and future reality.

Even if Davian said now that he liked Guinevere, King Lot would have the confidence to beat Kemred to pieces and then take Guinevere back for Davian as a slave.

"My dear, you are a little too impatient to say that. This is a model knight who has been in the limelight recently. Isn't it difficult for him to do what you said?"

Morgan, who was wearing a black veil, spoke at this time. Her voice was delicate and light, but quite stressful. Davian could clearly feel that the atmosphere at the scene had changed a little after she spoke.

However, King Lot still laughed and explained that after all, he saw an extraordinary young talent, and he always wanted to keep such people in Orkney. This way, he would have a better chance of defeating the old devil Vortigern in the future, and this was also for Britain.

However, after a moment of silence, Davian said that his future had been decided. He had no intention of pledging loyalty to anyone yet, and as for his pursuit of women...

"My heart is already full of her, there is no room for anyone else."

As soon as he said this, his fellow knights all laughed. After so long, even Gaheris and the other three knew that Davidian had someone in his heart, and who that person was.

King Lot naturally wouldn't think that Davian was embarrassing him, after all, the four boys beside him were laughing so happily. That meant that Davian was not just perfunctory, he really had a woman he liked.

As for canonizing him as his knight and keeping him in Orkney, to be honest, he didn't care much. After all, he had the invincible Gawain. Although holy sword masters were rare, what role could a holy sword master play if the overall situation was already decided?

The two sides chatted for a few more words and prepared to leave. But before leaving, Davian carefully looked at Morgan, who was wearing a black veil.

At this moment, he already had a rough guess in his mind, but he chose to remain calm and buried all those things in his heart.

Gawain is still here, he can't act recklessly here, nor can he draw his sword and kill people just because of a little suspicion.

Although he really, really, really wanted to pull out the Water Sword and stab the woman's throat, he had to be patient at least for now.

After this simple meeting, Gawain took him to the room that had been prepared for him for a long time. Davian looked at this clean, tidy and even somewhat high-end room and didn't know what to say.

This was the best room he had ever lived in since coming to Britain, so good that it even made him a little uncomfortable.

"Treat this place as your home and have a good rest for a while. I have been out for four months without realizing it. How long have you been out, Davian?"

Gawain suddenly asked this question, and Davian fell silent for a moment. How long have you been away from home? Three years, three months and fifteen days? Or two months and twenty-seven days after parting with Merlin?

Seeing that Davian fell silent for a moment, Gawain thought that this guy had no home. He did not continue to talk about this, but he still pushed Davian into the room to let him have a good rest.

"If you need a bath, just tell the maid on the way. They will immediately boil water for you, and bath salts and other things will be prepared for you. If you like flower petals, there are also reserves from my mother in the palace. It's just that we don't use them very often."

Gawain left first, and Davian traveled all the way to Orkney alone, and then fought a battle with Lancelot. Even though he had eaten lunch and drank some wine to relax, he must be very tired now.

Let a person have a good rest alone for a while, and then hold a banquet to welcome him in the evening.

David took off his coat and hung it on the pure wooden hanger over there, then opened the table and gently poured himself a glass of red wine placed for him. He sat down and slowly enjoyed the moist breeze blowing from the balcony.

Although it no longer tastes salty, the wind in Britain is always so moist because it is surrounded by the ocean. At this moment, Davian was still somewhat sad because of Gawain's words just now, but he didn't want to say anything.

He didn't want his brother Gawain to experience his own pain; that was not what a friend should do.

However, just when he wanted to drink alone and savor everything he had experienced during this period, there was a knock on the door. Davian thought it was Gawain who had returned, so he let the person in. After all, he didn't lock the door, so the other person could come in just by pushing the door lightly.

But the person who came was beyond Davian's expectation. Morgan came. She sat opposite Davian and poured herself a glass of wine.

But Davian didn't even look at him, he just stared out the window calmly. Morgan also stared into the distance with him, neither of them spoke.