Lords of Camelot

"Then, everything here is left to you. I will mount my horse and go to do what we should do with that lady."

Arthur stood beside Ramleigh and joked with Davian, who stepped forward to tidy up his appearance and then said to him:

"King Rodgrens' reply arrived yesterday. He welcomes you to come. By the way, your going out this time is also to show your military strength and tell them what we have reached now."

Davian's words made Arthur feel more at ease, and he nodded to show that he understood it all.

Then he turned over and rode on Ramle, the horse neighing happily, and then the large group of people and horses started moving away.

Davitian waved his hand to disperse the dust. Sir Gawain and Sir Tristan also went with him this time. Lancelot was sent by Davitian to trade supplies between them and France.

The ones who remained in Carien City were Davian himself, Lord Bedivere, Lord Kai, Lord Agguiwen, and Lord Gaheris. To be honest, these people were enough. Together with his own people, they formed a small administrative team.

Davian gave orders to maintain stability during this period and not to do anything more. Of course, they could not relax, after all, they did not know whether others were willing to give them a good year.

All the knights responded to him with their loud voices, and Davian was very satisfied with their response. Then Davian asked them to do their own things and not to stand still here.

So now, all the knights under his command, except Agraguiwen, left with laughter. Davian looked at these young men and didn't know how to complain, so he could only return to the barracks. After all, Agraguiwen was in charge of internal affairs now, and he would only come to Davian outside when he was undecided about something.

But now the First Legion's barracks are actually a bit deserted, and many people have returned to their hometowns to celebrate the New Year. After the New Year, they will move their families to this area. This will also make future life more convenient, but when Davian thinks about the future, he feels that he may have to move again.

"Captain, why don't you just spend time here instead of going out to have fun? It's New Year's Day, and there's nothing for you to deal with, right?"

Winchenliber drew aside the curtain of the tent and came in, and Davian only laughed and shook his head when he heard his words.

"Although they are just some trivial matters, it is better to do them than to do them nothing. I heard that the Fifth Company had a quarrel with the King's guards when they went to collect supplies a few days ago? Although nothing happened in the end, this is not a good thing."

Hearing this, Wen Qinlibu said with dissatisfaction that the other party was the first to provoke, and actually wanted to cut in line by relying on his status as a guard, which was really too much. Although the First Legion took Davian as an example and was strict with themselves, since the other party chose to break the rules, they would not tolerate it.

Davidan shook his head helplessly at Winchinlib's words. He said that he would talk to Arthur about these things when the time comes. After all, military discipline is very important. Now it is just a small internal conflict. If he oppresses civilians in the future, it will be a loss of face for his side.

"Well, it's New Year's Day after all, so let's talk about these things later. Commander, would you like a drink? I got some good liquor."

This made Davian look happy, and he told Wenqinlibu to go get some wine. He went to the kitchen to cook two dishes, and it would be nice for the two of them to have a drink at this time.

As for these trivial matters... forget it, it will be the same if I deal with them tomorrow, they are all trivial matters.

After getting Davian's permission, Wen Qinlibu immediately went to get the wine. Davian also went directly to the kitchen to light a fire and cook some dishes. Although they were just a few simple side dishes, they were more than enough to go with the wine.

The two of them were drinking happily, feeling quite free and easy.

"Wenqinlibu...what awaits us in the future is, only war, right..." Davian suddenly said this, and Wenqinlibu was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then he swallowed the wine in the glass and filled it up again for himself and Davian.

"The only option is war. We cannot resist, whether it is inside or outside the island. France is still okay, Rome will come, Ireland will come too, and the princes on the island will not surrender so easily. We look around, but all that is left for us is war..."

Wenqinlibu also understood the future of the island very well, unlike those who were now intoxicated by the king's glory and victory and had lost sight of reality. He was always pessimistic about the future of the island, and felt that Davian's stay here would not change anything.

Although it looked very glamorous now, Winchinlib had an inexplicable feeling that this was the last glory. Because he noticed one thing, they couldn't afford to lose, or rather, Arthur's court couldn't afford to lose.

They can't afford to lose any war, whether it's against Vortigern, the Saxons, the Romans, or even those ignorant and stupid kings. They can't afford to lose any war. How strange is this?

In theory, a powerful empire has room to lose. Of course they can lose, and it doesn't matter if they lose seven or eight times, because they can afford to lose, as long as they win that crucial one time.

But now their situation is so bad that they can't lose a single game. How can they behave? It's like walking on a tightrope, and they can't make any mistakes.

"Even so, Commander, do you still want to go with that young brat? You should know that with your level, you will definitely be able to make a name for yourself no matter where you go. If you go to France, I believe you will be able to stay away from this endless war and live a happy and carefree life."

Wen Qinlibu said this, but Davian just shook his head after thinking about it. He would not leave.

"This is not just for Arthur, nor for me or Merlin. Wincinlib, sacrifice... Our court is built on sacrifice. This is an absolute fact. The moment we raise our flag, countless people have already embarked on the glorious journey of death for our ideals.

In Britain, death is as common as the air. Compared with those incompetent fools who live a life of luxury, many people have become graves for King Arthur and my ideals. They continue to sacrifice themselves, and this great sacrifice allows us to get closer to our ideals.

Because of this, I have absolutely no reason to escape. Since they can sacrifice, then what does my sacrifice count for? At least I am still alive, so I should shoulder their sacrifices and move forward, hoping to eventually reach that beautiful future where everyone can live happily. "

After saying these words, he leaned back and fell asleep. Wen Qinlibu reluctantly took the blanket beside him and covered him with it. His own legion commander was still like this, always idealistic.