Davidian's Holy Grail War

The thought of Tonelli's true identity, and the encouragement and advice Tristan gave to Davidian without his knowledge, made him realize how important it was.

King Mark is probably so angry he'd rather die right here in this harbor. Merlin is likely going to get himself into a whole mess. But that's assuming he actually gets angry about it.

"I see. Then I hope David's future will be smooth sailing."

However, he quickly composed himself and didn't let Tristan notice anything amiss.

At the same time, he also hoped that someone in Oakney knew nothing about it.

Alas, how did things in Britain turn out this way? It's all Merlin's fault! It's all Merlin's fault!

Of course, David, currently aboard the merchant ship, had no idea what King Mark was thinking. He watched the busy sailors on board, momentarily lost in thought.

"Oh, so you're the couple that Lord Tristan asked us to deliver to Benwick. You look so young. Are you already heading to France at such a young age? Britain is really going downhill these days."

Suddenly a voice came from the side. David looked in the direction of the voice and saw an uncle he had never seen before.

"Hello, sir, may I ask who you are...?" Since the other person had spoken to him, David decided to ask about their identity. After all, he would be adrift at sea for a while, and it was necessary to get along well with the people on the ship.

“I’m the first mate on this ship, you can just call me Richard. Our ship has always been responsible for the grain trade with France, so King Mark and we have a good relationship. This time, it was the King who entrusted us to take you to Benwick.”

Richard explained his identity and some other details. Davidian nodded, but he was still more curious about what Richard had just said.

So after Richard finished speaking, he asked, "Mr. Richard, you said that Britain is getting worse and worse. What exactly is going on? Could you tell me in detail?"

Richard's expression turned somewhat strange upon hearing his question. He was probably wondering if this person was truly British, and if he actually lived in Britain. Why would he ask such a question?

"You brat, are you really a resident of Britain? Why would you ask such a question?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. He's a bit slow on the uptake, so he likes to ask a lot of questions about things. Please forgive him."

Tonelli quickly stepped in to smooth things over, explaining that David's apparent lack of understanding of the situation in Britain was simply due to his limited experience.

Richard glanced at Toneric, then at David, and began to explain: "You must know about King Vortigern, right?"

Davidian nodded: "I know, he was the one who led the Saxons astray, completely disrupting the whole of Britain and plunging it into the darkness it is in now."

"That's just the surface, kid. The influence of the alien races and the lowly king is limited. Those weaker kingdoms, unable to protect their own territories, suffer more from the war, and their people must be in dire straits."

But even in Cornwall, Gore, and even Orkney, the situation is getting worse. Simply put, land productivity is declining.

Richard sighed as he finished speaking. If it weren't for insufficient production, they wouldn't have to work so hard to travel back and forth to trade grain.

He then continued, “Even before Vortigern defeated King Uther… no, even before that, Britain’s output had begun to decline.”

While ordinary people might not have noticed it, the bureaucrats in the palace had long been aware of it.

That's why King Mark entrusted us with this grain trade with the lords in France.

Moreover, it's precisely because I've been to France so many times that I find Britain so strange.

"Even though Britain hasn't experienced any major disasters, the land's output is decreasing, while France doesn't have this problem at all."

Even monsters, giants, and wyverns that might be abundant in Britain are quite rare in France.

Why did things turn out this way? We simply don't understand.

Richard was completely baffled. Even though he was heartbroken about the current situation in Britain, he couldn't understand why it was like this.

Years of war, reduced land productivity, and the monsters in Britain—all these factors combined have led to an increasingly dire situation in Britain.

The war may eventually end, but what about the reduced land productivity and the hordes of monsters roaming Britain itself? These are things that Davidian will have to figure out in the future.

Chapter 29 Lancelot

The journey at sea is so long and tedious, with only the sea and sky to face every day, and the same unchanging people and things.

Apart from those who have long been used to all of this, everyone else would probably have collapsed long ago.

During this period, David seemed to have returned to the days when Merlin was by his side, spending his days practicing martial arts, eating, and sleeping.

But compared to those years, the person beside me now is not Merlin but Tonelli.

However, it was precisely because of this period at sea that David was also somewhat grateful to Merlin.

Those three years honed not only my martial arts skills, but also my tolerance for loneliness, boredom, and dullness.

If it were me before, drifting at sea without a computer, a cell phone, or any entertainment, I probably would have been complaining and yelling by now.

During this time, Tonelli also stayed by David's side, and the two talked about their dreams and other things.

After Tristan's advice, Davidian decided to confront his feelings.

No matter what terrible consequences this relationship may bring in the future, at least in the present, we must not betray our own hearts.

Tonelli also felt that during this time at sea, David seemed to no longer feel the awkwardness he had when he first met Gawain.

Instead, she felt that carefree feeling she had when they first met again, and she didn't know why David had changed like this.

But this change can be considered a good thing for her.

Finally, their days adrift came to an end. David and Tonelli set foot on French soil, and to their surprise, Benwick's men were already waiting for them at the harbor.

"It's been a long time, Mr. Richard. The grain, salt, and other supplies for this transaction are all ready."

"After we unload your hides, bones, and other items, we can start loading them onto the ship. By the way, where is Captain Prospero?"

A young man with violet hair was leading a group to welcome the merchant ship; he was clearly the leader of the Benwick team in charge of this trade.

“Lord Lancelot! Why would you come here in person? As for Captain Prospero, he drank a bit too much yesterday and is resting now. After all, we're about to dock, and as the captain, he can finally relax a bit.”

Richard's eyes widened in surprise; the person who had come was quite unexpected. It was truly surprising that the renowned Knight of the Lake would personally oversee such a transaction.

Upon hearing Richard's words, David was also somewhat surprised, and he began to carefully examine the handsome young man.

His age wasn't much different from mine, but his looks...

"Ah," David said, "I've really seen a ghost lately. Every extraordinary knight I've met is more handsome than me, is that true?"

Although he was still very young, Lancelot was so handsome.

However, unlike the handsome and dignified Gawain, and the beautiful and charming Tristan, the man in front of him, though not surpassing those two in appearance, possessed a unique melancholic and sexy aura.

This quality was something the other two lacked, and yet it was precisely this quality that was most attractive.

Noticing David's gaze, Lancelot also looked at him and gave David a friendly smile.

This simple smile made Davidian notice Lancelot's innocent charm as a young man.

That pure smile makes people feel so relaxed, and it prevents any malice from arising because of being overshadowed by someone's temperament or appearance.

This is absolutely a fine knight who is flesh and blood, a model of humility.

With just this brief glance, Davidian made this judgment in his mind.

If he had to say something, it would be that Lancelot's current state had already attracted him, making him more eager to explore this peer before him.

"My father has started to have me handle some of the government and business affairs within the territory. After all, he is the son of the King of Ban. It would be too inadequate if he only had martial arts skills and knew nothing else. By the way, who are these two?"

Lancelot asked Richard about the other two people traveling with him. He had already noticed the beautiful Tonelli and the Davian with the holy sword at his waist, and he was quite curious about the two of them.

His warrior's intuition told him that Davidian was probably very strong.

"They are people who came to France on our ship. Lord Tristan asked us to give them a ride. By the way, Lord Tristan told me that he couldn't handle this young man."

Richard was a little smug; after all, it was Britain that produced such a person, so of course he would be proud.

Upon hearing Richard's words, Lancelot couldn't help but show a surprised expression. This young man had actually managed to make even Lord Tristan admit that he couldn't defeat him? When did Britain produce such an excellent swordsman? It was truly unheard of.

"Really? Then I'll have to see for myself how a man can earn the respect of even Lord Tristan."

Lancelot looked at Davidian, his tone filled with curiosity and seriousness. He wondered just how far this man could push him; it was all very intriguing.

He then said to his attendants and officials, "You and Mr. Richard will take charge of moving and counting the goods. May I get to know these two men?"

His last words were directed at both the Benwick officials behind him and the people in front of him.

He wanted some private time with David and Tonelli; young people are always like that, wanting to make more friends who share their interests and abilities.

"Of course, then we'll go. Lord Lancelot, please enjoy some time for yourself."

The bureaucrats behind him responded immediately, and then went with Richard to deal with the goods that had been traded between the two parties.

Lancelot moved closer to David and asked him, "So, what's your name? You already know who I am, so I'd like to know who you are too."

“David Sleigh, and this is my friend Tonellico. The unparalleled Knight of the Lake, Lancelot. I came to France for you, after all, I wanted to see what such a renowned knight was like.”

David made his purpose clear: there was no malice or challenge involved, just the satisfaction of his own curiosity.

Lancelot laughed even harder at his words, spreading his arms wide to reveal his entire body to Davidian and saying:

"Just an ordinary human being, without horns or wings, just an ordinary human being with two hands and one head."

Upon hearing his words, both David and Tonelli couldn't help but laugh.

That's what they say, but everyone knows that Lancelot is no ordinary person. An ordinary person wouldn't be so renowned in France and Britain at such a young age, with everyone praising his virtues and strength.

Seeing the two of them laugh, Lancelot extended an invitation: "Then, how about we go for a drink? I brought some good ale, which I'm sure will satisfy you both."

"of course."

Chapter 30 Confidence

The three of them secured a private room in the tavern, and thanks to Lancelot's connections and their ample funds, the room boasted the best location and service.