Lords of Camelot

Nightingale moved quickly in the trenches of the Crimean battlefield. This was her first time on the battlefield, and her heart was beating so fast that it was unimaginable.

For her dream, towards her future, she led her nurses to the battlefield, and the tension made her feel overwhelmed.

But she is still trying to do what she can. Today, she has assisted five wounded soldiers and provided them with some emergency treatment.

"Okay, that's all that's left for now. But you still have to go back and recuperate." She removed the bullet and bandaged the sixth wounded soldier she encountered today, then quickly moved to the next area.

However, this transfer was not so smooth. Suddenly there was a loud roar and Nightingale subconsciously crawled to the ground.

But she was still too slow, and the shell landed accurately beside her. However, she was not blown away by the strong air wave, and she didn't even suffer any internal injuries.

Because someone bore the pain for her, and even after enduring the impact of the artillery shell, this person was able to grab her and quickly rush into the trench next to her.

Nightingale didn't dare to imagine whether the person in front of him was human or not. Logically speaking, with such a close-range impact from the shell, this person's internal organs should have been shattered and he should have vomited blood and fallen to the ground waiting to die.

But he was able to rush into the trench next to him with her at great speed, and even take the impact on her behalf.

In the past, Nightingale would not even dare to think about such a thing, but now that it has happened to her, what else can she say?

I can only sigh that I am lucky to have met such a person.

When they reached a safe place, the man who held her threw her casually to the ground so that she could feel how hard the trench was.

Nightingale swore that even at her fastest and most agile time in her life, she could not run as fast as the man in front of her. He was simply a superman.

"Don't you want to live, little girl?" Although the rescue was done very quickly and gently, the sharpness in his words made Nightingale feel that the man in front of him was exactly like his father.

It's probably the case that he has a sharp tongue but a soft heart. Although he may pretend to be very strict with others, he is actually a soft-hearted person who cares about others.

But what concerned her more now was the chest and abdomen of the person in front of her, where there were shadows and lights like fire, just like blood.

I guess that was a wound caused by shrapnel from a shell, but the man looked like nothing had happened.

"Speaking of which, you actually separated from your companions...you are really too reckless, little girl."

The man in front of her was still complaining about her. Nightingale just frowned when she heard his words and hit back:

"I'm 34 years old, I'm not some young girl, it's very rude of you to speak to me like that."

After being choked by this, the man in front of him raised his eyebrows and said: "I am more than a thousand years old, and you are just a little girl in my eyes."

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Nightingale was dumbfounded. What did this person mean? Was he crazy or something? He had mental problems.

However, seeing that the wounds on his chest and abdomen had healed within just a few words, Nightingale knew that this man was probably not joking.

But she still didn't know who the man in front of her was, so she asked his name. The man smiled and said his name - David Slerik.

Nightingale's expression became even more strange. Was this person a fanatic fan of the legend of King Arthur? Why did he give himself such a name?

But she didn't want to dwell on it at the moment, she just said: "Can you help me? It's really dangerous on this battlefield, can I pay you to be my bodyguard?"

Such words made Davian laugh. He couldn't help but say that his price was very expensive. Could the girl afford it?

"To be honest, I'm quite rich, and this can be counted towards military spending. What do you think?"

Davian was quite amused by her previous bravery and her current humor, so he immediately agreed to the girl's request. Isn't this interesting?

Anyway, there are no clues recently. Instead of searching around aimlessly, it is better to stay here and do something meaningful with this little girl.

"Come to think of it, I haven't asked you your name yet? What's your name?" It was only at this point in the conversation that Davidian remembered to ask the girl in front of him her name, and she bravely gave her name.

"Nightingale, Florence Nightingale."

Hearing this name, Davian nodded, although it felt a little familiar, probably because he had heard this name before he traveled through time. But now he really couldn't remember what this person did, so he left it at that.

Since he was hired, Davian would naturally do his job well. His main job was to protect Nightingale from bullets.

Although he had some experience in bandaging and treating sword wounds on the battlefield, it was Nightingale's job to treat the wounded. Moreover, she strictly prohibited Davian from doing anything unnecessary. Rescue was her job, and Davian only had to protect her safety.

And since he was asked to do so, Davidian certainly would not do anything unnecessary.

After a day's work on the battlefield was over, Davian accompanied Nightingale on a tour of the wounded soldiers' tents at night.

Nightingale was walking around the wounded with a lantern in her hand, checking their injuries and comforting them with words. This was completely different from her iron-blooded and radical appearance during the day. At this moment, she was as gentle as an angel.

"It's as if she is one person during the day and another person at night." Davian couldn't help but say so. He could probably feel the power of this woman's soul.

However, at this moment, a wounded soldier nearby said: "No, maybe she is not an angel, she is a goddess...the goddess of lanterns."

Hearing this, Davian nodded to the soldier, acknowledging that what he said made sense.

In the next two years, Davian did not leave. He accompanied Nightingale, not only to protect her, but also to protect the group of nurses she brought with her.

This was a very rare, even impossible, event in the past. Davian was supposed to be running around looking for clues about his king, but now he had stayed here for two years because of a little girl like this.

In the past two years, there were people who occasionally expressed their love to Nightingale, but at that time Nightingale always used Davian as a shield to push back those people's love.

Davian didn't say much about her behavior. Since she liked it, let her do it.

This person seemed to be planning to devote her life to rescue, so Davian would not say anything about such an ideal.

Because his own life was also dedicated to someone, and he also gave up a lot.

It was on such a day that the Crimean War ended.