Lords of Camelot

After talking with King Arthur, Davian had made arrangements. The second round table Holy Grail exploration team, led by Tristan, had already compiled a list.

After receiving the list, Aguiwen notified everyone one by one. As for Tristan, Davian went to notify him personally. After all, he was the team leader, so it was necessary for Davian to talk to him.

"Oh my~ I can actually invite a busy man like Lord Davian to come to my house. It seems that the mission this time is very heavy." Tristan actually already knew that he would lead the second Holy Grail exploration, but he still couldn't help teasing Davian.

Davian smiled and said that the mission this time was certainly heavy. In addition to searching for the Holy Grail, they also had to suppress the princes on the entire island and let them know that Camelot had not declined at all. This cruise was very important.

"It's really not easy to catch rabbits while raking grass. Tristan, I'll leave it to you." When Davidian said this, his expression was very serious.

Tristan naturally did not shirk his responsibility. He stood up and bowed to show that he would do his best for this mission. This was for Britain and for the people of the British Isles.

"For Britain!"

The two men reached out their hands and tapped their breastplates, responding to each other's hearts with the same words, and then Davian left with peace of mind. There was absolutely no need to worry about Tristan's ability. Apart from the task of exploring the Holy Grail, he would definitely be able to complete other tasks well.

As for whether the Holy Grail could be obtained... Davian did not hold any expectations. He had a vague feeling that no one in the first round table was recognized by the Holy Grail. Therefore, the Holy Grail would not appear in front of them.

This is intuition. Even if Davidian doesn't trust his intuition very much, since this intuition has appeared, it is not groundless.

But this did not affect his daily work, working from 8am to 5pm was the norm, and occasionally it would become 8am to 8pm. There was nothing he could do about it, after all, he had to discuss some difficult matters with Arthur.

And as the days passed, Mordred came back.

He walked to the gate of the barracks calmly and waited patiently. The gatekeeper had already gone to report. After Davian arrived at the gate, Mordred threw the bag on his back to the ground. Then the bag fell apart, and the things inside were scattered all over the ground.

The long horns of the Storm Wyvern, the mane of the Chimera, the fragments of the Guardian's weapons, the beard of the Bicorn, and many other scattered items, all of which were worthless.

During his three-year tour, Mordred defeated countless monsters, and he became famous throughout Britain under the name of Alcides. He only took the least valuable symbolic part of the monsters he defeated, and gave all the other valuable parts to the British people.

"You have grown a lot more than before, even more than I imagined." Davian gave such an evaluation after a moment of silence. After receiving this evaluation, Mordred knelt on one knee.

"Godfather, I have tried my best to move in the direction you wish. As the son of a lion, I will show my demeanor, unite, and lead all the warriors.

Then in the future, I will inherit your father's position as Lord of Camelot and become one of the people who lead the next generation of Britain.

This is the principle I have held myself to since the day I was exiled and will continue to hold myself to the day I die.”

Davian nodded, then he slowly stepped forward, took off his cloak and put it on Mordred. Then in front of everyone, he drew the Water Sword from his waist and tapped Mordred's shoulder three times with the sacred sword.

This is the knight's coronation ceremony. If Davian was not in his prime now, he would have handed over the Water Sword to Mordred in front of him.

His performance has been enough to live up to Davian's expectations and become a round table star leading the next generation of Britain.

Then Davian personally helped Mordred up, and all the warriors present nodded. Now Mordred was qualified, and he had only now been recognized by all the warriors.

Gareth shed tears of joy, and she walked forward to hug her brother. Mordred also returned a calm hug, and Gareth could feel her shoulders getting wet.

Mordred also shed tears, and when the hug loosened, Gareth held Mordred's face in his hands and said to him:

"Look at you, my brother. The hard experiences of the past few years have made you grow up and become experienced. Now you are what your father expected you to be. You are qualified to take a seat at the round table."

"Sister, over the past few years, I have been missing my father, my mother, and you. During these countless days and nights, I have always been trying to make myself better and become what you expect me to be. Now I have finally done it."

At this moment, at such a close distance, Gareth held up the face of her beloved brother, and now she was finally able to carefully look at his face that had grown a lot.

Those marks on his face from wind and frost, those scars that were some shallow and some light, every mark, every scar was proof that Mordred's life in the past few years was not wasted.

"Congratulations, Mordred. You have lived up to Lord Davian's expectations. You have become better than me. At this moment, I can only express my admiration for you. You have gone further than I have."

Galahad also spoke his congratulations, but Mordred just calmly returned the chivalry and said:

"Galahad, now I understand your humility, your respect and your kindness. Your existence is also the driving force that spurs me forward. Please walk side by side with me in the future. The future of Britain not only needs Mordred, it also needs Galahad, doesn't it?"

Even other adults could not find fault with the demeanor displayed in Mordred's words. Davian smiled and left, leaving Gareth, Galahad and Mordred to talk.

This is a common progress and joint effort among people of their age, so there is no need for an old uncle like me to force myself to get involved.

It would be better to go to the market to buy some vegetables now. Since Mordred has returned, we should celebrate tonight. Tomorrow, let Mordred visit Gawain and the other three, so that the five brothers and sisters can get closer.

When he got home, Merlin couldn't help but complain when he saw him: "You got off work so early today? Is it a special day?"

"Wasn't it our wedding anniversary a few days ago? We celebrated it happily that day. You drank too much and held on to me and refused to let go. What can I say?"

After Davian finished complaining, he explained that Mordred had returned and this was a welcome party for him. Merlin licked her lips. It didn't matter what the reason was, as long as there was a reason. She knew that tonight was her time to be happy.