Lords of Camelot

At night, under the hospitality of King Lot and Lord Morgan, Davian had a very good meal. King Lot also laughed at Davian's clean plate. It seems that the French chef he invited is different after all. After all, the level of British chefs is very average.

"It's really extraordinary." Davidian gave such an evaluation. The food he had eaten before was blown up to pieces after today's dinner.

King Lot still has connections. Most of the chefs in France are reluctant to come to Britain. After all, leaving their hometown and not having a stable life is far less comfortable than staying in their homeland.

The dinner ended happily, and Davian returned to his room. The maid immediately prepared a bath for him, and he soaked in the wooden tub and enjoyed the relaxation it brought him.

This is what a comfortable life is like. He remembered what our ancestors said: "Born in hardship, die in comfort." If you live too much of this comfortable life, you will not be able to pick up a sword.

After he was clean, he got out of the tub, put on his bathrobe and sat down to enjoy the evening breeze and moonlight. The moon was very bright today, and even without turning on the lights in the house, he could see the surrounding things clearly.

Such a pleasant atmosphere made David couldn't help but pour himself a glass of wine. He tasted the red wine and looked at the scenery outside. The magnificent architecture of the palace castle made him feel at a loss for words. Will they build such a city one day in the future?

However, the knock on the door came again, and Davian felt helpless for the first time. Who was it this time? Who wanted to see him again?

He asked the person outside to come in. The person who came in this time surprised him. Was it Aguguiwen?

At night, Agguiwen naturally took off his black armor. He was wearing a black casual suit. Davian wanted to complain at this time, "You guy, Batman? Why do you have to dress like this?"

"Hello, Sir David, can we chat for a while?" Agguiwen bowed to this gloomy but polite man. David did not show any impatience, he calmly asked him to sit down.

"Please go ahead, Lord Agguiwen. I don't know what you want to tell me, but if that's what you want to ask, I'm willing to tell you everything I know."

Davian also poured him a glass of wine. Fortunately, the maid had already cleaned the trash can and refilled the glass while he was having dinner, otherwise he would not be able to pour wine for Aggguiwen.

Agguiwen first took a sip of wine to calm down, then looked at Davian and asked him, "Sir Davian, do you have that idea? To become the glorious king who commands all the kings of Britain?"

DAVIAN: ????

Davian didn't quite understand, but that was what he thought. Why did all these people want that position, or want to push him to that position? Heaven and earth can testify that he had no interest in that throne at all. It really felt meaningless, it would be better to hold Merlin and play.

Seeing David's expression, Agguiwen naturally understood what he meant. It seemed that this person did not have such a strong desire to be king, so he would not choose him as his master.

After all, if he pushed him to the top without any ideas, something bad would happen sooner or later. This also conflicted with Aggravin's desire to maintain Britain, so he would not do that.

"So, has Merlin prophesied to you, and has he prepared the Glorious King to draw the sword of the Kingchooser?"

Hearing what Agraguiwen said, Davian frowned in silence. Agraguiwen simply did not regard the man who drew the sword as a human being. In his eyes, it might be an object, an object used to support Agraguiwen's ideas and goals.

However, after a moment of silence, Davian answered the question, saying that the person was indeed ready. But he didn't know what kind of person it was, and he couldn't answer Aggravin about this.

"I see. Keep it a secret? I understand." Agguiwen said this based on his own thoughts, and Davidian was even more troubled.

I really don't know who is the one who drew the sword, I just know that Merlin is ready. What on earth do these people want to do?

"So, are you going to serve that person? Has Merlin made such an agreement with you?"

Davian responded affirmatively to this, it was inevitable. Davian could not resist, he and Merlin had a basic deal, he really did not want to stay in Britain.

Aguguiwen has already obtained the information he wanted to know from this simple conversation, which is naturally a good thing for him.

At least it can help Aguguiwen determine his future path. He has already determined who he will be loyal to and what he will do in the future.

As for King Lot and Morgan... Agguiwen said that if they didn't know how to behave, then there was nothing he could do but throw them into the trash. For the sake of Britain, they would understand.

"Well, thank you for your answer, Sir Davian. Then please take a rest early, stay in Orkney for a few days before leaving. I think this is also a good thing for you."

After saying this, Aguguiwen stood up and left. Davian did not see him off. There was no need for Aguguiwen to do so. He was the kind of person who came to do business and would leave after he was done.

After finishing the glass of wine, Davian lay back on the bed. It was a really comfortable bed. Not long after, he fell into a dream. Of course, this time there was no Merlin in the dream.

After all, Merlin is busy with other things at the moment, and Arthur is being strengthened by her recently. It's probably like refining a weapon. Arthur still has potential! How can we give up like this? Hurry up and squeeze it again, maybe he can make a lot of progress.

Likewise, Lancelot had not slept yet. He was writing a letter to report to his father and mother what he had seen and heard recently, so that they could feel more at ease.

Of course, the letter not only contained what he had seen and heard recently, but also his defeat by Davian. At this point, he could not help but praise Davian and used all the praise he could to describe him.

He couldn't help laughing when he wrote this. If this letter was seen by Davian, he would probably say helplessly that Lancelot praised him too much and that he was not at that level.

However, in Lancelot's eyes, his new friend had reached this level. In the past, Lancelot himself was always touted as a model knight, a strong man who would never meet an opponent in Europe.

However, he lost this battle with a sincere heart. He saw a knight who was not only stronger than himself in terms of martial arts, but also in terms of mind and character. He believed that his future coexistence with Davian would enable him to go further.