Lords of Camelot

Arthur stood up at this moment and preached to all the knights:

"You are all brave knights who have fought for me, for Britain, and for Camelot. Today, we will select the Knights of the Round Table that you have been waiting for. But before that, I will leave you my most sincere admonitions, and I hope you can follow what I am going to say next."

"We will obey our king's commandments!" All the knights responded to Arthur loudly.

Arthur nodded, and then began:

“Never be arrogant and unreasonable, never kill innocent people indiscriminately, never betray trust, forgive enemies who ask for mercy, help women who ask for help, uphold just laws, and never fight for money, and those who violate it will be punished by the sword. From now on, every year on Pentecost, you must declare again and always abide by this commandment!"

Everyone drew their swords and said the same words as Arthur. This was the oath they had made with their chivalry. If anyone broke this oath, they would be killed by the sword!

Arthur got their response, nodded in satisfaction, and then stood up and walked forward. Merlin opened the first seat of the round table for him. After Arthur sat down, he began to announce the people who were selected to join the Knights of the Round Table.

From Lancelot to Bedivere, even Percival, who had just joined, were selected to join the round table. Including Arthur, there were now a total of nine knights sitting at the round table.

"Well, my Lords. This is the end of the first round of selection. I believe that the achievements, qualifications, and abilities of these eight candidates are enough to convince you. The remaining four positions will be selected in the future."

The king did not say anything to encourage everyone to work hard to sit in these positions, because the fact that these positions are still vacant is the best motivation for other knights.

I’m afraid that the competition between these knights will become even more intense in the future, but this is also something that I need to worry about later.

Percival wanted to speak now. He thought it was rare for him to be selected into the round table. But now he was selected and his own legion commander was not? What was going on?

Will the brothers from the Sixth Company stab me in the back when I go back? Or will I be beaten up at night? How could such a thing happen? It's too outrageous.

At this moment, Wen Qinlibu wanted to get up and leave the round table hall. His own legion commander was treated so unfairly. What a shame!

This is intolerable! The First Legion is outside the city. Enter today! The enemy is in Camelot!

"At the same time, I have something else to announce today."

Arthur stood up while saying these words. Merlin beside him raised the velvet tray with one hand, and with her free hand she gently performed a magic trick in the middle of the tray, and a golden crown appeared in the tray.

Under the gazes of everyone, Arthur picked up the golden crown and walked to Davian who was still kneeling on one knee.

Then he placed the golden laurel wreath on Davidian's head. This was his canonization of Davidian and also his reward to him.

Then he drew his holy sword, struck Davian three times on the right shoulder with the sacred object, and said:

"Now, I appoint Davian as a knight and decree him to be the Lord of Camelot. He is in charge of everything and has the right to conquer all disobedience on my behalf. He is my brother and the embodiment of my will! In Camelot, seeing Davian is like seeing me!"

This unexpected enthronement did not cause Davian to show any surprised expression or action. He simply accepted the award calmly and said that he would work harder in the future and would never do anything that would bring shame to his duties as Lord of Camelot.

The ceremony of conferring knights came to an end with Davian's calm attitude, but they were very busy in the afternoon. After the knights were conferred, the positions of officials were assigned. It was okay for him as the lord, but it was troublesome for others. Everyone had their own detailed tasks, and no one could escape.

However, although it is a re-distribution, there is no major change among the big bosses above them, but there are more changes among the people below them. After the next job transfer, they will have to get familiar with their assigned jobs again.

By the evening, all these troublesome tasks were finally completed. Ordinary officials and knights could go home directly after get off work, and a new life would be waiting for them tomorrow.

The chosen Knights of the Round Table, David and his wife, stayed in the palace for dinner.

Arthur and Guinevere personally poured wine for everyone. This was not to win people's hearts, but Arthur really wanted to thank them for their efforts over the years. They really did a lot for the stability of Britain.

When dinner was over and everyone else went home, Davian wandered around the palace gardens.

This was his rare other pastime at night. Davian didn't know if Merlin had ever come to the garden by himself. He had never been here except when decorating it.

Then he met Guinevere, which surprised him. He originally thought that Guinevere should have returned to her room by now. But she was here? Yes, it was normal for her to come out for some fresh air.

"Ah~ Brother Davian, you actually ran out alone? This is really unexpected." Guinevere teased Davian with a smile, and Davian felt much better when he saw her lively appearance.

"You are a princess now. Calling me like that will cause misunderstanding. And who told you to call me like that? You never called me like that during those days in Kemred."

Davian smiled and started chatting with her, and Guinevere said that she wanted to call him that. After all, Davian's aura was always bright and cheerful, not to mention that she was indeed younger than Davian, so what was wrong with calling him brother?

Since she said so, Davian naturally just shook his head and smiled.

"Ah~ Come to think of it, Brother Davian, the marriage between you and Merlin... Brother, aren't you afraid? After all, they are Beyonders whose life and youth far exceed yours, and we are just short-lived humans."

Hearing this, Davian felt helpless. He responded, "I don't really care. After all, for me, it's all about being worthy of myself."

He could probably guess why Guinevere asked this question, but this was the only answer he could give at the moment.

This is a problem between them. If one day in the future Guinevere really can't stand it anymore, then she can just file for divorce openly, and Arthur will probably accept it.

The two chatted and laughed here, and then after a while Merlin came. She hugged Davian's arm and said with a smile: "Oh, so you are here to accompany the princess to relieve her boredom? It's really your style. Okay, okay, we have finished talking about Arthur, it's time to go back and rest."

Davian now said goodbye to Guinevere, and looking at the loving couple, Guinevere returned to the palace with a smile. Arthur should have gone back as well, and maybe was waiting for him in the room.

However, when she was about to walk out of the corridor, she heard the sound of heels tapping the ground. She temporarily hid against the wall and only slightly exposed her head to peek.

And right in her sight, a woman in a blue-black dress entered her and Arthur's room. Guinevere couldn't believe what she saw. She felt her hair stand on end and her blood seemed to flow backwards.

She wanted to escape from here, or rush into the room to see what was going on. But she couldn't do it, she couldn't move a step. Guinevere could only stand here and wait, she didn't know what was going on? !

Finally, after a long while, the woman opened the door and walked out. Before leaving, she turned her head to look at where Guinevere was hiding. At this angle, Guinevere could see her profile, and the woman was smiling.

With a scornful laugh, the woman walked away until she turned a corner and disappeared from Guinevere's sight.

Guinevere slumped to the ground, she felt cold all over. Arthur, how could Arthur...