Davian Holy Grail War

When she heard the name Morgan, Artorius's face couldn't help but become gloomy. This was a person who was destined to be her enemy, and the two could never coexist peacefully.

But she could also understand the other party's unwillingness and resentment, because no matter what power the other party awakened, Britain was destined to be impossible to be ruled by the other party.

"Is she still with Davian? Isn't King Lot angry? His wife ran away like this, pretending to be young and staying with a young stranger."

There was inevitably some anger in Artorius' words. Although Merlin didn't know the reason for the anger, he could definitely feel it.

Merlin spread his hands and said something that slightly troubled Artorius:

"After all, she is planning to win over Davian to her side, so how can she not spend some time on it? Davian is now a holy swordsman, and he is a hot commodity in Britain.

Even I don’t know whether the treasure I prepared for you is more powerful or his sword is more powerful.”

After listening to Merlin's words, Artoris really didn't know what to say. She could only say: "Forget it, let's hear about Davian here first. I believe him...Okay, let's start today's class. Bar."

"As you wish, my king."

This night, Davian had a good sleep and waited until he got up. He no longer plans to stay here any longer, and leaving for Cornwall immediately is what he wants to do now.

As soon as he walked out of the room, he showed a surprised look. Tonellico was standing at his door, waiting for him. The expression on her face was quite complicated, and she felt like she was hesitant to speak.

"It's time to leave Garrod. I won't go to Gore. I plan to go directly south to Cornwall and then take a ship to France. If you plan to leave, then go ahead. I won't stop you. After all, you have your goals, and I have things I should do."

Davian made it clear, but just as he had said to Merlin before, he put the right to choose in Tonellico's hands.

Then Davian left, and the power of choice returned to Tonellico's hands. She stood there for a moment, thinking in her heart about what she should do next.

When Davian walked out of the embassy, ​​hurried footsteps sounded from behind him. Tonellico ran to his side in an instant, and Davian smiled. Tonellico said:

"You are a bit mean-spirited. Are you the kind of person who likes to force others to make choices?"

"No, I'm not that kind of person. I just told you my next trip and purpose, and then put the right to choose back in your hands. If you leave now, I will feel sad and regretful, but I can accept the reality."

Davidian easily placed his hand on the hilt of the sword. His thoughts were that simple. There was nothing to hide, and nothing to feel uncomfortable about.

Tonelliko tapped Davian on the back with his staff to express his dissatisfaction.

But of course Davian wouldn't be angry. He could only say that he was more or less content with the status quo. As for how much bitter fruit he would have to swallow in the future because of his current contentment with the status quo, he could only accept it.

Chapter 24 Tristan

The two left Garrod and headed south to Cornwall. Since they were walking, it took quite a while.

Fortunately, the journey was relatively peaceful, with no strange things or people. The two had a fairly peaceful journey.

"We have now reached the Cornwall area. If we go a little further, we will reach the seaside. From there we can take a boat to France."

After all, Tonellico was more familiar with Britain than Davian. It could be said that Tonellico's knowledge helped them avoid a lot of trouble along the way.

"I didn't expect that it would take me half a month to get here. But thanks to you, the journey was uneventful."

Davian looked into the distance and saw the city. Apparently, there were many residents in Cornwall.

Just as the two of them were about to move forward, Davian suddenly drew out the dark sword from his waist and swung it at the air around him.

Before Tonelli could say anything, the sound of metal clashing had already appeared. There was nothing around, but there was such a sudden attack.

At the same time, Davian heard the sound of a harp. However, he couldn't appreciate the melody at all. Every time the melody appeared, there were invisible attacks coming towards him.

"Stop! We have no hostility, we are just planning to sail from Cornwall to France."

Davian defeated all the attacks from the surroundings with one sword, and then shouted loudly. Finally, after his words were conveyed, the attacks stopped. At the same time, footsteps appeared.

A man with red hair, wearing iron armor and holding a long harp similar to a longbow came in front of them.

It was this man who attacked the two people just now, and now that the other party has withstood his attack and has not shown any hostility, he should naturally stop and not act recklessly anymore.

"I am very sad...Further ahead is King Mark's territory. This is the first time I have seen strangers like you.

I'm sorry for my behavior just now. When I saw the sword on your waist, I was a little excited. So I couldn't help but test you, but you are really amazing. "

The man smiled, and his voice was as refreshing as the wind, making people feel good about him.

If it weren't for the attack just now, Davian would probably have thought that this man was a bard or a court writer.

A normal person would never associate such a person with such powerful strength. He is an excellent knight who is handsome and a little unbelievably handsome.

Unlike Gawain's handsome and dignified face, the man in front of him had a bit of charm in his handsomeness.

Compared to Gawain, Davian was more willing to admit that the man in front of him was more like a young woman killer.

Compared with these two people's appearance, Davian is definitely inferior.

But after all, this was given by his parents, and Davidian could not and would not complain at all.

He respected his parents very much, but it was a pity that he could not be with them now. He hoped that his sister could take good care of them during his absence.

"Thank you for the compliment, but I am still a little behind your invisible attack. My name is Davian Slerik, and this is my companion Tonelico. May I ask your name?"

Davian asked about his identity, and the other party was happy to explain it.

"I am a knight appointed by King Mark, named Tristan. Nice to meet you two. The powerful Lord Davidian, the beautiful Miss Tonelico."

Tristan bowed slightly to the two of them, his attitude was so humble that no one could find fault with it. However, unlike him, who had been canonized as a knight, Davidian was still an ordinary civilian.

Hearing his name, Tonelli couldn't help but widen his eyes: "Tristan? I heard that an excellent knight under King Mark defeated the Irish knight Ma Hansi. Is that person you?"

"Thank you for your compliment. I am the excellent knight you mentioned. Thinking back, it was a fierce battle. I am still scared when I think about it now. I always feel that if I was not careful at that time, I would have lost."

Tristan smiled. That battle was his famous battle. But he was still glad that he did not lose.

Davian could only ask softly in Tonellico's ear: "Who is he? Do you know about him?"

Tonelli shook his head helplessly. A certain bastard really only taught knowledge and didn't tell anyone who was on the island now.

Tristan of Cornwall, his father, King Varanus of Rhodonia, died in battle before he was born.

Blanchefort's mother died of dystocia after giving birth to Tristan. Before she died, his mother said that he had killed people since he was born, and he would be a brave knight in the future, so she named him Tristan.

But because of this, Tristan was given the title of the Son of Sorrow. After that, Tristan was raised by his uncle King Mark and became an excellent knight, serving King Mark till now.

After hearing the general story about Tristan, Davian didn't know what to say. Is this guy a so-called "unlucky star"?

But of course Davidian would not say such words. He had just fought with Tristan and now he had no interest in facing the invisible attack again.

"Sir Tristan, could you please lead the way for us? We also plan to replenish supplies here and then set off by ship."

At this time, Tonelli also suggested that Tristan lead the way for them. With Tristan there, many things in Cornwall would be easier.

"Of course, please follow me, serving a beautiful lady is what a knight should do."

Tristan laughed and turned to lead the way for the two. He had already determined that the two had no ill intentions. So, he should naturally make up for his previous rude behavior.

Davian and Tonelli came to him, and out of inner curiosity, he couldn't help but ask: "Tristan, is this harp your weapon? Was the attack just now also made from this?"

Hearing his question, Tristan couldn't help but frowned, but he still answered:

"No, this is not a harp, but a longbow. This is my favorite bow - Felnot. And the attack just now was indeed launched by this bow."

"Bow? This thing? You call this a bow?"

Davian didn't know how to complain. Calling this thing a bow was really a bit outrageous. Bow experts from all over the world would be confused.

Tristan, you have fundamentally misunderstood what a bow is.

Davian looked at Tristan with something wrong. He always felt that this man was a bit natural and strange.

Chapter 25 "Passionate" Tristan

"Wow, it's Lord Tristan, are you on patrol today too?"

"Ah~ Mr. Tristan's beautiful face, if he looks at me, I'm afraid my heart will stop right now."

"Lord Tristan! Lord Tristan!"

The shouts from the people around him made Davian speechless for a moment. Is this the star effect? ​​I didn't feel anything before, but now that I see it with my own eyes, I feel it's outrageous.

It turns out that star-chasing is not unique to the 21st century. This exaggerated situation already existed in the distant fifth century.

"What's wrong? Are you envious?" Tonellico joked beside him. Davian tilted his head and glanced at her. His eyes were full of helplessness at this time.

"Why should I envy this? Although it is indeed a proud thing, it also depends on whether the person being admired is willing to accept the admiration of others.

I don't know what Sir Tristan is thinking, but I don't want to be like this."

Davian's words were somewhat offensive to Tristan, but he said them out of frankness.

After hearing his words, Tristan laughed openly:

“It is indeed pleasant to receive compliments from others, but what makes me sad is that they compliment me not because of my ability but because of my appearance, which is somewhat regrettable and a pity.

However, this may also be because I have not yet achieved more merits. However, is this the kind of person I am in Lord David's eyes? Do I look vain and greedy? "

“No, it’s more rude to make such comments about someone you haven’t known for a long time.

But I understand your thoughts, Sir Tristan. As an excellent knight, you really want people to praise your abilities and achievements more than your appearance. "

Of course, Davidian could understand Tristan's thoughts. As a man with enough pride and pride, such praise alone would not make him lose his original intention.

Davian's words made Tristan feel cheerful. It was easy for young people to get to know each other through such heart-to-heart talks.

Not to mention that both of them are fighters with extraordinary abilities, which would make it easier for them to gain each other's recognition.

At this time, Tonelli felt that she had no chance to get a word in. The communication between the men made her, a woman, not know what to say.

Although the two men in front of her were much younger than her, she still felt that she should not interfere.

"Come to think of it, why hasn't a swordsman as good as you been knighted yet? I'm very sad... Could it be that there are no more kings in Britain who can recognize talent? Why are they letting people like you wander around without recruiting them?"

Tristan gently plucked the strings of the harp, producing a sad melody that represented his inner thoughts.

But Davian just shook his head gently: "Things are not what you think. Tristan, you should also know that the day of the king's election is coming soon."

"Ah, I know. The great magician Merlin predicted that on that day, the one who pulls out the Sword of Choosing the King will be the king who rules the whole of Britain."

"Yes, I have made a promise to serve the one who draws the sword of the king. If I want to be canonized as a knight, I have to wait until then. Before that, I just need to hone myself so that I can better serve the king."

Davian said, gripping the dark sword at his waist. Artorius was definitely not the kind of person who would disappoint his expectations.

Tristan heard the firmness in his words, so he didn't say anything more on this issue. At this time, he pointed to the palace in front of him and said slowly:

"That is King Mark's residence. You two, please be serious from now on. Although the king does not pay much attention to these things, the ministers in the court always like to hold on to these red tapes. I will arrange your work after I finish my report to King Mark today."

Davian and Tonelliko nodded, tidied up their appearance, and followed Tristan into the palace. The guards on the road saw that it was the people brought in by Sir Tristan, so they stopped questioning them.

The three of them walked into the palace hall, where they finally saw King Mark sitting on the throne, leaning forward with one hand supporting his head and his eyes closed in thought.

"King, today's border patrol has been completed. Everything is as usual, nothing unusual." Tristan stopped and reported today's patrol to his uncle on the throne.

After hearing his words, King Mark slowly opened his eyes. He first looked at Tristan, then at Tonelico and Davian behind him.

Davian could notice that King Mark looked at Tonelico very carefully, and then looked at himself and the dark sword at his waist.

"Thank you for your hard work, Sir Tristan. Also, when no one is around, just call me uncle. My sister entrusted you to me, so naturally I should take good care of you."

King Mark smiled. His concern for Tristan was not false. After all, he was his nephew and a knight with outstanding abilities. He should take better care of Tristan.

"Yes, uncle." Tristan smiled. He has grown up to this point under great care of Tristan, and he has always cared for the people in front of him.

"Are the two people behind you your new friends? This young man... he has a good sword, and from the look in his eyes, he is probably a knight who is not inferior to you."

King Mark showed his interest in Davian. It was a pity that he only had one Tristan under his command. It would be better if he could have one more.

Tristan nodded and introduced Davian and Tonellico to King Mark. After hearing about Davian, King Mark didn't say much.

Since he wants to follow the future person who will draw the sword of the king, then let him go. This is something that no one can stop. After all, loyalty is also an important quality of a knight. It is meaningless for someone to run away casually.

But when Tristan talked about Tonerico, King Mark couldn't help feeling helpless.

King Uther, look at the evil fate you have created. There will definitely be a bloody storm between them in the future.

Alas, if I had known earlier, I should have stopped King Uther from doing such a thing.

What if the power of the island gradually weakened? They were the living people who lived on this island, so Vortigern’s affairs should naturally be resolved by them.

"I see, then their next arrangements will be up to you.

It just so happens that there is a caravan about to depart for the fur and grain trade with the Kingdom of Benwick. You can go and talk to them and ask them to take these two along.

You have to take care of your living needs along the way, understand?"

This was a favor, and King Mark thought it was good. After all, he was very clear about his own abilities, and it would be too much of a stretch for him to be the leader.

Do Davidian a favor now so that he will remember his kindness when you get a share of the pie in the future.