Davian Holy Grail War

When I think of Tonelico's true identity, and then think of the encouragement and advice Tristan gave to Davian without knowing it.

King Mark really wanted to crash his head into this port and die. Merlin would probably have to do a lot of hard work for him. But the premise is that he would really be angry about it.

"Is that so? Then I hope Davian's future will be smooth sailing."

However, he immediately calmed down and did not let Tristan notice that there was anything wrong.

At the same time, he hoped that someone in Orkney knew nothing.

Oh, why did things in Britain turn out like this? It's all Merlin's fault! It's all Merlin's fault!

Of course, Davian, who is now on the merchant ship, has no idea of ​​King Mark's inner thoughts. He looked at the sailors busy on the boat, and for a moment he seemed to be in a trance.

"Oh, you are the couple that Sir Tristan asked us to send to Benwick. You look really young. Are you going to France at such a young age? Britain is really going from bad to worse now."

Suddenly a voice came from the side, and Davian looked over in the direction of the voice. It was an older man he had never seen before.

"Hello, uncle, may I ask who you are..." Now that the other party is talking to him, Davian also plans to ask about the other party's identity. After all, he will be drifting on the sea for a period of time, and it is necessary to have a good relationship with the people on this boat. .

"I am the first mate of this ship. You can just call me Richard. Our ship has always been responsible for the grain trade with France, so King Mark has a good relationship with us. This time, the king entrusted us to take you to Benwick."

Richard explained his identity and other details. Davian 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 deteriorating now. What exactly is going on? Can you tell me in detail?"

When Richard heard his question, his eyes became a little strange. Probably just out of curiosity, is the person in front of me really a Briton? Did he really live in Britain? Why would you ask such a question?

"You boy, 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, so he likes to ask more questions about many situations, please forgive me."

Tonelli immediately came out to smooth things over. After all, Davian's lack of understanding of the situation in Britain was due to his lack of experience.

Richard glanced at Tonellico, then looked at Davian, and began to explain the reason: "Baby King Vortigern, you should know this, right?"

Davian nodded: "I know that he was the one who led the way for the Saxons, completely disrupting the whole of Britain and causing Britain to enter the current darkness."

"That's just the surface, kid. The influence of the alien race and the humble king is limited. The weaker kingdoms were unable to protect their own territories and suffered more from the war. The people must have suffered terribly.

But even in Cornwall, Gore and even Orkney, things are getting worse. Simply put, the land is becoming less productive.”

Richard sighed when he said this. If it weren't for the insufficient output, they wouldn't have to run back and forth so hard to trade grain.

He then goes on to say: "From the time Vortigern defeated King Uther... nay, even before that, the output of this Britain began to decrease.

Although ordinary people may not feel anything, the bureaucrats in the court have already noticed this.

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

And, because I’ve been to France so many times, I find Britain even more strange.”

“Obviously, there hasn’t been any major disaster in Britain, but the output of the land is getting less and less. France doesn’t have such a problem at all.

Even monsters, giants, and wyverns, which may appear in large numbers in Britain, are rare in France.

Why on earth did this happen? We have no idea.”

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

Years of war, reduced land output, and the magical beasts in Britain have combined to make the situation in Britain even worse.

The war may stop one day, but how to deal with the reduction of land output and the swarms of monsters in Britain? These are things that will be left for Davian to figure out in the future.

Chapter 29 Lancelot

Drifting on the sea is so long and boring. All you face every day are the sea and the sky, as well as those unchanging people and things.

Except for those who have long been accustomed to this, others would have collapsed long ago.

During this period, Davian seemed to have returned to the days when Merlin was by his side, practicing martial arts, eating, and sleeping all day long.

But compared to those years, the person around him now is not Merlin but Tonelico.

But because of this time at sea, Davian was somewhat grateful to Merlin.

During those three years, he not only honed his martial arts skills, but also his tolerance for loneliness and boredom.

If it were my previous self, drifting on the sea without a computer, a mobile phone, or any entertainment, I would probably have been shouting and complaining a long time ago.

During this time, Tonelli was also with Davian, and the two communicated with each other on a daily basis, talking about their dreams and other things.

After Tristan's advice, David decided to face the feelings in his heart.

No matter what terrible consequences this emotion may cause in the future, at least we should not let ourselves down at the moment.

Tonelli also felt that during this time at sea, Davian seemed to no longer be as hesitant towards her as he was when he first met Gawain.

Instead, she had the carefree feeling she had when they first met. She didn't know why Davian had changed like this.

But this change can be said to be a good thing for her.

And finally, this period of drifting is over. Davian and Tonelli set foot on French soil. To their surprise, Benwick's people were already waiting for them at the harbor.

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

After unloading the furs, bones, and other things from your side, we can start loading the ship. By the way, where is Captain Prospero?"

A young man with violet hair was leading his men to greet the merchant ship. Apparently, he was the leader of this trade in Benwick's team.

"Sir Lancelot! Why did you come here in person? As for Captain Prospero, he drank a little too much yesterday and is still resting now. After all, they will dock soon, and as the captain, he can finally relax."

Richard's eyes widened for a moment. He was a little surprised by this person. It was really unexpected that the famous Lake Knight would come in person to take charge of such a transaction.

Hearing Richard's words, Davian couldn't help but be a little surprised. He couldn't help but start to look carefully at this handsome young man.

His age is not much different from mine, but his appearance...

Ah, Davian said that he really saw a ghost during this period. Every time he met an extraordinary knight, he would be more handsome than himself, right?

Although still young, Lancelot in front of him is so handsome.

But unlike the handsome and dignified Gawain and the handsome and charming Tristan, the man in front of him did not look better than those two, but he had a unique melancholy and sexy temperament.

This temperament is something that the other two people do not have, but it is this temperament that is the most attractive.

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

This simple smile made Davian notice the innocence and loveliness of Lancelot as a young man.

This pure smile makes people feel so relaxed and does not make them feel any malice because of being crushed by others' temperament or appearance.

This is definitely an excellent knight who is flesh and blood and a model of humility.

After just a brief glance, Davidian made such a judgment in his heart.

If I really want to say it, it is that Lancelot has attracted him now, making him want to find out more about this peer in front of him.

"Now my father has begun to let me handle some of the political affairs and business in the territory. After all, I am the son of King Ban. It would be too bad if I only have martial arts and nothing else. By the way, who are these two?"

Lancelot asked Richard about the other two people who were traveling with him. He had already noticed the handsome Tonellico and Davian with the holy sword on his waist, and he was quite curious about them.

With his instinct as a warrior, he could sense that Davian's strength was probably very high.

"They are the ones who came with us on our ship to travel to France. Sir Tristan asked us to take them with us. By the way, Sir Tristan told me that he couldn't take down this young man."

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

Hearing Richard's words, Lancelot couldn't help showing a surprised look. Did this young man actually make Tristan admit that he couldn't take it? It is unheard of when Britain produced such an excellent swordsman again.

"Really? Then you have to meet a man who can be recognized by Sir Tristan."

Lancelot looked at Davian, his tone full of curiosity and seriousness. He didn't know how far this man could push him, it was really exciting.

Then he said to the attendants and officials beside him: "You and Mr. Richard will be responsible for the transportation and inventory of the goods. Is it okay for me to get familiar with these two people?"

His last words were addressed as much to the Benwick officers behind him as to the people before him.

He wanted to have some private time with Davian and Tonellico. Young people always do this, wanting to make more friends with similar interests and abilities.

"Of course, then we will go. Sir Lancelot, please enjoy some time by yourself."

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

Lancelot got closer to Davian and asked him: "So, what's your name? You already know my identity, so I also want to know who you are."

"Davis Slerrick, the one next to you is my friend Tonelico. Lancelot, the peerless Knight of the Lake. I came to France just for you. After all, I also want to see what the world-renowned outstanding knight looks like."

Davian understood his purpose just like that, it was neither malicious nor challenging, it was just to satisfy his curiosity.

Lancelot laughed even more happily after hearing his words. He opened his arms, showing his whole body to Davian and said:

"It's just an ordinary human being like this, without horns or wings, just an ordinary human being with two hands and one head."

Hearing his words, Davian and Tonelli couldn't help laughing.

That being said, everyone understood that Lancelot was by no means an ordinary person, and an ordinary person would not be famous in France and Britain at this age, with everyone praising his virtues and strength.

Seeing the two people laughing, Lancelot also extended an invitation: "So, let's go have a drink? I have brought some good ale, which I believe will satisfy you two."

"of course."

Chapter 30 Confidence

The three of them got a private room in this tavern. With Lancelot's reputation and enough money, the location and service of this private room can be said to be the best.

"Grill a sirloin, get some raw vegetables, and make the lady some light dessert. If you please."

Lancelot's attitude was friendly and easygoing. After the servant confirmed the dishes he ordered, he immediately prepared them. Lancelot took the cup and slowly poured wine for David.

"Thank you. I'm really embarrassed to ask you to pour the wine."

Davian took the cup handed to him by Lancelot. He felt really embarrassed for making Lancelot spend money just now.

Lancelot just smiled and shook his head. He said frankly:

"Don't say that. Since Sir Tristan recognizes you so much, you must have some outstanding qualities that are worthy of his recognition. Besides, I am usually very lonely, so it's nice to have a gathering like this occasionally."

After that, he held out his cup, and David understood and held out his cup to clink with him. The two of them smiled and drank a sip of the wine in the cup, and then Lancelot asked the first question:

"Davis... I'll call you that. You said you came to see me. Could it be that you haven't received your knighthood yet and want to seek a position in Benwick?"

He just thought that Davian came here to challenge himself and look for a job.

After all, Davidian now only has the sword at his waist and wears ordinary clothes without any armor. He is obviously just an ordinary person.

Then he might have come to Benwick to seek a position and embark on the path of knighthood.

But Davian shook his head and repeated to Lancelot what he had said to Tristan before. Lancelot nodded after hearing it:

"The legend of the Sword of the Chosen King? I've heard of that, too. Across the sea, Britain today is not the same as France.

The people there must be living in great pain, and everyone is looking forward to the person who pulls out the sword of the king-chooser to end their pain. And, that day is approaching."

"Yes, I have decided to devote all my strength to that person. He is a person worthy of entrusting dreams and future to, I believe so much."

Davian admitted without hesitation that he would devote all his strength to that man. Lancelot was quite surprised to hear his words.

"I heard that the humble King Vortigern was frantically searching for the person who would pull out the Sword of King Choosing throughout Britain. Normally, shouldn't no one know who the person who pulled out the sword would be? Is it possible, Have you already met that person?"

Lancelot's doubts were normal. Davian suddenly fell silent at this time, and then he said:

"You know, Lancelot, many things are actually predestined. The so-called Sword of the King is just a righteous title, and it is just a symbol to gather people's hearts.

The one who drew the sword was already destined, and Vortigern's failure was inevitable."

"I see. This is indeed the most appropriate and effective method. Use prophecies and miracles to gather people's hearts and make them believe that this is the chosen king.

Then, as long as he wins the war, it will be easy for people to follow him spontaneously. But what if that person is a hopeless loser?

In other words, what if he is only capable of commanding ordinary people but not extraordinary knights like Sir Tristan?

I heard that Lord Gawain of Orkney got Kaledin, and that holy sword is no less powerful than the Arondite in my hand. To convince such a man, you need more than ability alone."

Lancelot's words made sense, but David had no such worries. He just smiled and said:

"Sir Lancelot, I am confident that I can say this. The man who will draw the sword of the king will show you the model of a knight, an ideal king.

He will surely radiate a light that will convince all outstanding knights, and you will understand it then."

"Oh? Are you so confident?" Lancelot became interested, and he could hear the seriousness in Davian's words. And since he has such confidence, maybe that person is really as good as he said.

"You will know when you come and see for yourself. Sir Lancelot, please believe me. I will never let you make a wasted trip."

Davidian's words incredibly made Lancelot determined that when the king over there became famous, he would go over and find out.