Camelot Dawn

Title: (Knights of the Round Table bl) Dawn of Camelot

Author: Miss Tao Mo

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In the sound of the blue Aegean sea, the glory of the gods has gone;

In the marble colonnade of the Eternal City, the cloud of war is quietly descending.

This is a turbulent and chaotic world, and it is also a stage where legends are staged.The British Isles, which is in a remote corner, should have no relationship with the disputes in the European continent, but at this time, on the British island, stands the city of gold, Camelot!This city, which future generations can't even tell whether it exists, rose miraculously and then quickly lost. How many unforgettable laughter and sorrows have been buried in the wind and sand of history?

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"Megana, do we really want to make this serious?" ☆_☆

"...would scare the audience away." ==

"Yeah, yeah, I still prefer light comedies." >///

"Nimuwei, what we're going to talk about is something light-hearted and joyful, about the cute Knights of the Round Table..." ==

"So change the 213 pseudo-literary narration written by Mei Lin." =www=

As you can see, this film is produced by Avalon, the screenwriter is Merlin, the director is Mrs. Nimvey, and the cast is Megana.Authentic guarantee, quality assured.

"Why is it a BE, what the hell!"

"Lancelot calm down! That's acting, acting...help my script!" QAQ

Content tags: Knight and the Sword, the Proud Son of Heaven, Qiangqiang, Fantasy, Magic

Search keywords: Protagonists: Arthur, Lancelot, Kay, Kowen┃Supporting actors: Sunan, Androme, Gachris, Percival (Roland), Merlin, Megana, Guinevere , Mrs. Lake┃Others: Knights of the Round Table, multi-CP master Seran, Qingshui

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☆, the land of dawn

The city of Camelot has been born for a long time, and it has existed as the capital of the king for many years.It is the capital of Pendragon, a small and rich kingdom that ruled England and Wales. According to legend, a great magician descended to the world and helped the ancestors of the rulers of the kingdom to establish a country. That year was recorded as the first year of Camelot.It is now the year 224 of Camelot.

The City of Gold this year had nothing to do with the war at all. The city was full of people and shouts, and there was no place in the entire British Isle that was more prosperous than this place.The morning sun shone warmly on the slate road, and the slate became extremely smooth due to years of people trampling on horses.A young man with short brown hair was leading a horse, avoiding children playing on the street regardless of time and place, and carts full of goods, walking quite thrillingly.It's a pity that his master didn't seem to understand his difficulties, and without turning his head, he quickly left his attendants and horses behind.As a last resort, the young attendant had no choice but to shout, "Sir, wait for me!" While talking, he caught up with the master in three steps and two steps, and muttered, "Hey, he is easy."

Unexpectedly, his soliloquy was heard by the sharp-eyed master, who glanced at him and said leisurely, "I was too busy comparing the changes of Camelot from the past to the present, and I forgot about you."

Roland stuck out his tongue and followed the master, thinking how could I be so invisible. "Have you been here before? Why don't I remember coming with you?" Roland said.

His master seems to be in a good mood to revisit the old place, with a comfortable and soft expression on his brows and eyes: "Almost 50 years have passed, and you were not there at that time." Said the "young man" who was bright and without a single silver thread, and who did not show any signs of aging.

This may be another wonderful thing about Camelot. It is located on the British Isle far away from the mainland. The residents of the island enjoy the blessing of longevity that is not found elsewhere—their life expectancy is more than twice that of the residents on the mainland. , Roland, a seemingly ignorant young man, is actually several dozen years old.

"Everything has changed..." The blond young man next to Roland sighed. It sounded like he was cheating on the old.

Roland has been with him for more than 20 years.He was born in a not-so-high-status knight family in England. The process of intersecting with Galahad is a clichéd story of gratitude. Mr. Knight saved his life, and his family was very grateful. Under the circumstances, he became Mr. Knight's attendant.Of course, Roland swore that he didn't know that Galahad was such a noble figure in Gaul at that time, otherwise he wouldn't dare to follow him if he was killed.In short, the current situation is that he has spent most of his life with this person.However, there is a question that has not been clarified for so many years.

Over the past few decades, his master has hardly changed. As far as Roland knows, the life, aging, sickness and death of the Gauls follow the laws of nature, but there is a special case around him.Roland was very puzzled, but he never tried to find the answer.

After walking in the busy city for a while, they walked into an inn.Galahad asked Roland to lead the horse to the stable, and found a side seat in the tavern on the first floor.The environment of the tavern is still relatively clean, but it is inevitable that people from all walks of life mix together and it will be noisy, especially in this special period, it is even more lively.They randomly ordered some food and two glasses of wine to satisfy their hunger, and Roland, who was already very hungry after a long journey, ate without saying a word. He heard the sound of knives and forks coming from the opposite side, but it stopped soon.

Roland took a sip of the unpalatable wine, looked at Galahad's lack of appetite, and couldn't help but say a little funnyly: "Sir, when I was young, you often told me stories about your travels. You never said you were a picky eater back then."

Galahad shrugged, and excused himself calmly: "Yeah, at that time I didn't think that living a superior life for a long time would make my taste bad, otherwise I would never have told you that." Indeed, He has been pampered and pampered for too long, and he, who used to be able to wander around the world and live in no fixed place, has become squeamish.

"Eat your food quickly." No longer looking at Roland, Galahad lowered his head to deal with the unlovely food in front of him.Roland smiled and stopped talking.

He likes this feeling very much. He and his Mr. Galahad are both master and servant, but they have a deep relationship beyond master and servant.Sometimes he even boldly thinks, maybe they can already be considered friends?Of course, this is absolutely not dare to ask Galahad.

When the lunch was coming to an end, another pair of people who looked like master and servant came in at the door.The one in front is a tall young man, who seems to be the master of the pair of master and servant. He has black hair and calm lake blue eyes, and the taciturn one seems to be difficult to approach.He had a brief chat with the innkeeper, and went upstairs with his attendants and luggage, not noticing Galahad and Roland in the corner.It was Galahad, whose eyes followed the man from the moment he entered the door until he disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

"Nice inn." Putting down his wine glass, the blond knight concluded with this.

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After lunch, Roland carried the heavy luggage up to the second floor. When going up the stairs, Galahad followed him to help out if necessary, but Roland stubbornly refused to let him intervene. A few tall boxes of luggage were lifted up.After this heavy labor, when he threw himself on the hotel bed, whether it was soft and comfortable or his back was sore, only he knew.With a sigh of relief, Roland spread out into a large font on the bed and didn't bother to move.

Galahad leaned against the door and reminded him kindly: "Taking a shower before going to bed, you can sleep better without sweating. Take a good rest, you are tired enough today." Roland was quite moved, Thinking about showing off to my colleagues after I go back: Your master doesn't care about you like this, does he?

Unexpectedly, after panting heavily, Galahad added another sentence: "Remember to clean the armor when you have had enough rest. Although I have always disliked that pile of iron things, it must be used to support the appearance in the competition three days later, so you should also be serious."

Oh, dare to care is to pave the way for the request later.Roland pretended to complain about the hard work, but he didn't really care much.As a servant, he usually does these things, he has long been a skilled worker.Let Galahad rest assured, and lay back on the bed after he left.

Three days later is the day of the martial arts tournament, which is why they came here.

Camelot’s previous monarch, King Uther, was a famous knight king. The most elite force under his command is the famous Knights of the Round Table. The best knights in the world are proud to be in the Knights of the Round Table. Shang's moral character can be displayed in the most perfect way.However, the threshold for becoming a member of the knight order is very high, not only must one have an absolutely noble background (this one prevents countless people like Roland), but also must have outstanding martial arts skills.

The martial arts competition is a platform to compete in martial arts.The conference is held every five years, at which time new members will be admitted to fill in the vacancies of expatriates or those who have left the group.There are often hundreds of people who come to participate in the competition. They will be arranged for an internal competition on the first day. Only those who win the rematch will have the opportunity to compete with them face to face.The final will be held two days after the rematch, and those who defeat the Knights of the Round Table in the final will be eligible to receive the Lion of the Knights, which symbolizes the highest glory.

Galahad is determined to win this time, and his goal is the shining silver emblem.

For the next two days, Roland didn't know where Galahad went, and he pushed his room several times, but there was no sign of him.He only thought that Galahad had other arrangements and there was no need to tell him, and he had no interest in pursuing it. He dutifully cleaned the armor according to the master's instructions, and then spent time in a daze in the hotel after finishing.

Looking down from the hotel window, Roland could feel the atmosphere of the tournament getting stronger and stronger, tension mixed with excitement, waiting for the final moment to erupt.Several arenas were surrounded in the city, not far from each other, and the flags planted on the top of the stands echoed with each other.The patterns on those flags were the same as the coats of arms of the Knights of the Round Table. Roland could distinguish the family crests of many famous people, as well as Camelot's golden Lion King banner on a black background.Most of the coats of arms represent the families the knights belong to or the lords they are loyal to (this is another matter in Camelot), but some are unknown, so they are even determined based on personal preference.For example, the coat of arms of Galahad was chosen randomly, and the gold rose on a blue background is a typical example favored by Gaul nobles.

Time flies by in the idleness, and the day of the tournament is coming soon.From the moment he stepped into the rest tent with the coat of arms of Galahad on it, Roland has not been idle for a moment.Galahad looked calm. He ordered Roland to put on the armor covering his whole body, check the horse and saddle, and put on the weapon step by step, as if he was thinking about life now. It was like an epiphany.Once everything is sorted out, the meeting will begin.When Galahad left the tent, he inadvertently took a full view of Roland's nervous expression, so he habitually raised his hand and rubbed Roland's hair: "Don't worry, these people are good enough for me to play with them. "

Roland gave him a slightly distorted smile back, my God, it really hurts to be pressed to the scalp by the iron glove.

All the knights participating in the competition must first appear together to greet the audience before the official competition begins. In the arena where members of the royal family are present, there will be an additional salute to the royal family.There was a cheer from the stands when Galahad appeared with all the knights.He took the opportunity to take a closer look at the indicator board full of coats of arms. Now all the coats of arms are hung at the bottom of the indicator board. In the future, whoever wins will have his coat of arms moved up to meet new opponents.He found his own, but he didn't find another coat of arms with a black cross on a white background, which made him a little thankful and a little disappointed.

After the ceremony, the chief referee announced the start of the first round of competition.Due to the limitation of the venue and the number of referees, only four groups of opponents can be compared in each round. Galahad is not included in this round, and he and the other knights who are temporarily not participating in the competition retreat to the sidelines to wait.Outside the arena, he saw Roland again. This guy was standing on the edge of the stands and secretly watching the competition inside, trying to tell if the contestants in this round had their masters.Galahad cast a helpless look where he couldn't see.

The first round of the competition went smoothly beyond imagination. These people may have boasted of being superior in martial arts before they came, but they really see each other.In some groups, there is a huge disparity in strength between the two contestants. The strong can easily pick the weak off the horse, in exchange for a burst of excited sighs from the audience; in some groups, they show their chivalry in the competition. Salute, shake hands and make peace, and leave amidst applause.But most of the guys who have played so far, whether they win or lose, don't make a difference in Galahad's eyes.They would all be losers in the tournament, and if they succeeded, some proud Gallic nobleman would refuse to sit at the round table with them.

Soon it was the turn of Galahad and his opponent.There are two groups on the field that are still in full swing, and the other group is also a new opponent like Galahad.The referee waved the red flag, and the two people in that group collided instantly, and when they separated again, a knight was picked off his horse, and his helmet rolled to the side.A one-hit kill—not injured, but extremely embarrassed.

The spectators in the stands were dumbfounded, since the competition hadn't ended so soon.It wasn't until the victor saluted them exaggeratedly that no one remembered to applaud, and then there was a roar of applause.That person left the venue proudly, just like the arrogant red eagle on his black shield.

As the knight with the red eagle shield disappeared, Galahad's opponent charged at him menacingly with spears in hand.Galahad withdrew his gaze, dodged the opponent's spear shaft, rode his horse forward and struck the spear precisely on the opponent's breastplate.Accompanied by the sound of metal colliding, Galahad's spear slid across a precise arc, neither stabbing the opponent nor picking it to the ground, but it clearly let people know that if it was on a real battlefield, With a little more force, the opponent will become a dead soul under the knife.The referee immediately announced the end of this group of matches according to the rules. The too dull match process only won sparse applause, and Galahad didn't care too much. He saluted and shook hands as he did his duty, and then left.

When passing by the signboard, he suddenly thought that this time the competition might not be as simple as he thought, after all there was still an opponent like Hongying.A smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, although it was dangerous, it was not boring at all.

Stepping into the tent for temporary rest, Roland leaned over to help him take off his armor, and couldn't wait to ask this and that: "Did you win? You must have won, right? Oh, isn't that opponent weak? Come on!" Let me tell you, did you pick him off or stab him?"

"Just look at it, what to pretend, so dishonest." Galahad exposed him leisurely, "I won't hold you accountable for your lack of confidence in me."

Roland suddenly looked down: "Don't be like this, sir, I'm just a little nervous...it's human nature."

Galahad smiled: "Of course, I know, thank you for caring about me. Go get me some water, I'm thirsty."

Roland ran out of the tent after agreeing.Galahad sat down on a chair in the tent, leaned back on the tent posts, and let his thoughts relax.Aimless thinking will always lead to some long-term memories.

He has been to Camelot more than once. There are friends he knows here, and there are some customs and customs he likes.But since he left last time, he hasn't been back for a long time-after all, no one has the interest to revisit the old city where he parted ways with his old lover.

But it's been a long, long time since then.Those youthful past events were settled a long time ago.The current man was just a dear friend to Galahad, whom he missed so much after being separated for so many years, and he did not expect to meet him again in Camelot.It's a pity that we didn't meet each other in the martial arts arena, so it would probably be more dramatic.For a person as calm as he is, I really want to see his expression when he accidentally sees himself in the arena. Galahad smiled slightly, what a pity.

The author has something to say: minor repairs to some bugs and typos w

☆, The man with the eagle shield (minor repair)

At the same time and place the next day, the second round of competition began.

The time was tight like yesterday, and when they were ready, there was not much time left for them. "You will definitely win." Roland said with 12 confidence in his warm green eyes reflecting Galahad's face.Galahad resisted the urge to touch Roland's head again, got on his horse and walked away, recalling that that little dog really looked like a big dog, a big dog.

Although the sun was scorching, it did not affect the interest of the audience.The ladies and ladies who usually look like delicate flowers suddenly got rid of all kinds of illnesses and were still watching the game with great interest.From this point of view, a man who is personable, wise and courageous is really a good medicine to cure women's various intractable diseases.The second round of the competition became two groups of opponents at the same time, because some of the scum was eliminated, and the speed of replacement was no longer as fast as it was in the first round.

Galahad's opponent was much more formidable than the previous one, and the match between the two became more or less interesting, but the fun disappeared after a short time.The knight fell off his horse while dodging Galahad's attack. Galahad, who hadn't had time to do anything, could only express helplessness at the man's nervousness.Although the man later asked to dismount Galahad, he was unable to recover from his defeat because he injured his leg.

So under the influence of some luck, the golden rose coat of arms on a blue background moved up another layer.The place next to it is still vacant now, and it will be revealed which knight of the round table its owner will face off with two days later.

Two days later, Galahad returned to the arena again and was pleasantly surprised to find that his opponent in the final was the owner of the Red Eagle Shield.Surprised and surprised that this knight of the round table actually ran to participate in the first two rounds of competition, happy because I had long wanted to compete with him.God must have heard him talking to himself, and took the time to help him realize this little wish.So, how can a certain Gaul nobleman live up to God's good intentions with a crooked smile behind his mask?

The Redhawks like to go first.As soon as the match between the two started, he danced a few guns in a showy manner, and rushed towards Galahad with a gun.Galahad also raised his spear and rode his horse to fight. The shaft of the extended spear collided with the opponent's gun, and he turned his arm a few times to prepare to throw it away.Just at this moment, the opponent made a movement that he didn't expect, and he directly pressed the tip of Galahad's spear to the ground with the pressure of Galahad's spear.The distance between the two of them no longer allowed Galahad to raise the spear again, and the inertia of both rushing towards each other worked in that guy's favor.

Underestimated the enemy.Galahad's expression turned cold.

The tip of his spear struck the ground.Red Eagle let go of his spear and passed by, he quickly reined in the horse that was rushing forward, but unfortunately the spear in his hand still failed to avoid the fate of being broken.An inferior product from the official Tournament of Camelot.Hearing someone in the stands exclaim in disbelief, the Gaul nobles felt a little ashamed.But he didn't hesitate much. He threw away the broken spear in his hand and asked for a new one. After weighing the weight of the spear in his hand, he took the new weapon and attacked the opponent with his horse's belly.

Red Eagle's cock feinted a few times, but this time Galahad was not confused by the other party, he saw the other party's intention to repeat the old trick.So he cautiously separated himself from the opponent's weapon after touching it. The Red Eagle had no one to oppress, but Galahad's spearhead was directed at the knight himself.

Red Eagle obviously didn't expect him to be so direct, narrowly dodging the stabbing sharp weapon, but let his own attack go in vain.Before he could stabilize his position, Galahad hurriedly turned the horse's head and turned to greet the opponent's mount.The maroon horse seemed to have suffered a lot, and raised its front hooves in panic and let out a long neigh.Galahad didn't hurt it, and the horse calmed down after the master repeatedly reprimanded and reined in.Its actions almost caused its owner to fall off the horse, and there is no doubt that the red eagle is now irritated by the applause and shouts from the stands.

"You are despicable, you knight!" The man's voice came out through the mask, with a hint of sharpness and danger, "But this is exactly what I want." He raised his gun and rushed forward again.This time the position of the gun seemed to be slightly lower, and Galahad made a defensive posture, alert to the opponent's new tricks.

As the hawk approached, Galahad noticed his attempt to attack his mount, so he yanked on the reins and tried to avoid it, but was still hit.The sharp spear tip scratched the belt on the horse's belly that fixed the saddle. The horse raised its front hooves in shock and ran wildly. The saddle that had lost its fixation was immediately knocked off, and of course Galahad was riding on it.

There was a wave of applause and booing from the auditorium, and Red Eagle opened its arms to welcome all kinds of praise and condemnation. The arrogant gesture clearly showed that it was a deliberate humiliation of Galahad.Is it tolerable or unbearable!Galahad braced himself to get up, but he was blocked by the sharp silver spear.Crimson's horse legs stood beside her, so she knew who it was without saying anything.The booing from the audience gradually subsided, and everyone's eyes were on Galahad's back like needles.

The silver spear deftly hooked the gap between the helmet and the mask, and it was less than two inches away from Galahad's eyes.Then it picked up, and the helmet and mask flew out together.Galahad's long hair fell loose and was blown close to his cheeks by the hot midsummer wind.Everything around was terribly hot, but Galahad's face was about to freeze.

For a while, the audience on the field became quiet, and the ladies who were about to enter a delicate state seemed to have been given a shot in the arm.The referee was about to raise his hand to announce the end, but was stopped by a gesture from Red Eagle.Galahad stood up with a cold face. During this period, Red Eagle's gun was pressed against his throat, but he seemed not to be affected at all, and looked up at the other party indifferently.Red Eagle threw away his weapon and got off his horse. At the same time, a teasing and frivolous voice came from under the mask: "Ah, she is still a beauty. A beauty will make me reluctant to do it."

The atmosphere on the field became very strange because of this sentence.Galahad understood that the Red Eagle was giving him a chance to win back a victory with foot combat.Too lazy to figure out what kind of mentality he is, he should cherish this opportunity: If you want to play, I will play with you, are you still afraid of you?

Red Hawk got off his horse and reached for his helmet.The slightly raised short hair is a dazzling red color, which matches this person's flamboyant personality very well.The brown eyes were full of arrogance, and the sharp lip line carried a faint ominous atmosphere.Galahad was stunned for a moment, he couldn't tell how old this person was on the outside, but his frivolous feeling didn't exceed Roland's number.If he defeated him, would he be going to die on the beach before the waves? It's not good.

"What's the matter, beauty, staring at me with that dumbfounded look—oh, so you don't remember me?" Specious regret, unable to distinguish the truth from the frivolous words.Galahad didn't respond when he heard the words, so the red-haired youth became more certain of his guess.Forget it, after so many years, it is not normal for me to always remember the person I met by chance.

"I don't remember knowing a villain," Galahad retorted calmly.

The red-haired young man drew his sword out of its sheath, started to move his feet slowly, and said, "Don't be like this, it's obvious that you frightened my mount first, and I just treated him in the same way. If you have to say villain, I am you, too, just right."

In the blink of an eye, the face of the red-haired young man was already in sight, together with his sword.Galahad didn't react too slowly, he dodged and defended with his sword, and the two swords collided.The stalemate didn't last too long, Galahad drew a shallow arc downward in the direction where he was being suppressed by the opponent, and pierced the red-haired youth's shoulder.This move has achieved good returns, and blood was seen when it was pulled out.Well, this set of armor is probably another low-quality product provided by the official martial arts tournament. Someone with some sense in the nearby auditorium speculates.

The red-haired youth felt the pain and clicked his tongue.Galahad raised one eyebrow, and his tense body did not let go of his vigilance.

Then the red-haired youth's attack came like a storm. His skills were obviously more agile and faster than Galahad's. While Galahad was busy parrying, he realized that the opponent was coming for real.While accepting the move, he allocated part of his energy to thinking about how to end this passive situation.The opponent's attack was about to land on his head several times, and once even cut off the hair next to his ear, which caused a burst of exclamation and gasps from the audience.This seemed to arouse the Red Eagle's fighting spirit even more. Galahad had more and more difficulty parrying, but at the same time, he was getting closer and closer to his goal.

When he felt a broken spear under his feet, the opponent's sword was slashing head-on.Galahad dodged and stepped behind the spear.Red Eagle didn't pay attention to this matter, and still swung his sword for the next attack.At this moment, Galahad quickly picked the spear shaft to the top of one of his feet, and then used the other foot to step on the end of the spear shaft at the height he created.The spear was slightly tilted upwards, and the part that was broken but not broken formed an angle with the original shaft. At this moment, it just stood upright, blocking the red-haired young man.The opponent was startled by the sharp weapon that suddenly appeared in front of him, and he hesitated for a moment. Galahad used the short time to use his sword edge to slide along the opponent's body. When the movement stopped, he had restrained the young man from holding the sword. hand, his own sword against the opponent's neck.

It was quiet again.Then there was a mountain of applause from the auditorium.

"Sure enough, you are a villain." Amid the cheers, the red-haired youth turned his head and grinned at Galahad.Galahad was noncommittal, but the strength in his hands remained undiminished.Knowing that it was a foregone conclusion, the referee duly announced the end of the game.Galahad let go of the restraint on the red-haired youth, and the two sheathed their swords and got on their horses.Salute to the opponent immediately, salute to the audience, and exit amidst applause.

When leaving, the red-haired youth snapped his fingers towards Galahad from a distance: "Get along well in the future, Galahad, I am Kai-Ishilinka, the head of the Knights of the Round Table. Remember me, one day I will I will win it back." After reporting himself, the head of the Knights left gracefully, not caring about Galahad's reaction at all.

Kai-Ishilinka-Galahad suddenly knew the reason why the other party said he knew him. During the Northern England Rebellion 34 years ago, I probably cooperated with him when I led troops to support him at that time.At that time, he probably wasn't the leader of the Knights. Galahad had forgotten his appearance after a long time.On the contrary, Kai always remembers who he is, which is really good.

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Back in the tent and taking off his armor, Kay saw a faint circle of burn-like marks around the wound Galahad had stabbed him on his shoulder.He was stunned for a moment, and stretched out his hand to gently press the edge of the wound. It was obvious that it was not a burn, and it even felt faintly cool.He thought of something in an instant, so after quickly dressing and changing, he rushed to another arena without stopping.

This arena is much bigger than the one just now, for no other reason than the royal family chose to watch the match here.He entered the royal seat unobtrusively. In the shadow of the golden tent, there were comfortable and spacious seats and low tables. Various fruits and drinks were displayed on the tables, and there were maids beside him to cool off.Sitting leisurely in the tent and watching the game were a few familiar people. Kai looked around, and the elegant and luxurious Mrs. Megana still did not change her widow-like dress in black dress and black dress (Kay hated her very much, he I said that on purpose), at this time I was chatting with the petite red-haired queen Guinevere peeling grapes and watching the game absent-mindedly; The person not far from him is the person Kai is looking for, and this person is now engrossed in watching the movement on the field.

Of course, watching intently does not mean that he has bad hearing. As soon as Kai came in, he turned his attention from the game to the person who came. "Yo, you're still injured." The black-haired young man moved his body and let Kai sit down next to him.

After Kai took his seat, Erlang raised his legs: "You will say sarcastic remarks, and your Majesty will try it when you have time. I guess you will be beaten so hard that you can't get up." I sighed at the same time in my heart, look, it started again, happy to hear it.

"I just know, so I won't go."

It was none other than Arthur Pendragon who spoke to Kay, better known later as King Arthur.After he was born, because of his illegitimate status, he was sent to be raised by the respected England minister Actor, who was Kay's father.Because of this relationship, Kay and Arthur became brothers even though they were not related by blood, and they still had a very good relationship, which has been good until today.

"Speaking of which," Arthur straightened up and inquired with great interest, "It's rare to see someone who can injure my chief knight. Tell me about his coat of arms. I'm going to pay more attention to it."

"His name is Galahad Nemove, his coat of arms is a gold rose on a blue background, and—" Kai removed the bandage, revealing the wound underneath, "I found something more interesting."

Arthur looked at the wound with an unpredictable expression.After a long time, he said in a low voice, "Karadboga's twin swords."

Kay nodded and put the bandage back on.Arthur rested his chin and said nothing.

"Speaking of interesting things, I also found one here." As Arthur said, he raised his chin toward the arena, Kai looked and saw a knight fell to the ground, and the sword in his hand was kicked away At the same time, the owner of the foot pointed his sword at his chest.Strangely, the coats of arms of the two knights are exactly the same, both are black crosses on a white background.

Kai doubted: "Isn't the Black Cross Shield Gachris? Is it his brother who is fighting against him? Or is it just a coincidence? In short, who is being suppressed now?"

The corners of Arthur's mouth twitched when he heard his words, thinking that you definitely did it on purpose. "Gahris lost, and the one who beat him was his brother Gao Wen." Arthur explained slowly, with a smug smile on his lips, "It's great, now Lot's two sons are in my hands .”

King Lot, the monarch of northern England, please don't worry about the tone of an old witch who is like catching children and digging out their hearts to make soup. (In the future) the great King Arthur is only pleased that he has recruited two good knights.

The author has something to say: Minor fixes to some punctuation, wording and typos.

In other words, this article is mainly derived from the author's brain hole, please don't compare it with the classic version of the legend of the Knights of the Round Table, and don't compare the relationship between the real characters...

☆, The inexplicable challenger (minor repair)

After returning to the tent after the competition, Galahad couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, it was so heavy to finally be able to take off this body.As soon as Roland saw him, he hurriedly asked about the result of the final. After getting Galahad's answer, the boy seemed happier than he himself entered the Knights of the Round Table.After taking off his armor, he sent Roland to put it away and take it back first. Galahad returned to the arena by himself.

This time he didn't go into the one where he competed before, but wandered around to the biggest arena where the royal family was.As soon as he stepped onto the stands, there was massive applause and cheers from all around, and the audience celebrated that Kowen had crushed Gakhris, no, it was victory.

Galahad could tell which of the two people on the field was brother and who was brother with just one glance, and he sighed weakly after recognizing Gao Wen.He knows this man's martial arts competition, and all the links can be included in the textbook. It is estimated that those opponents who will be knocked down by him and point their swords at the loss are also very helpless.Looking at it now, it's really good--very good, Gao