Davian Holy Grail War

Let’s see what kind of king he is who can make the person in front of him recognize him to this extent.

At this time, grilled beef ribs, fresh vegetables, and special desserts prepared for Tonellico came. Lancelot took off his gauntlet, and together with the two people in front of him, he began to enjoy this rough but substantial lunch with peace of mind.

"But since you're not here to apply for a job, then you're not here just to brag about the unborn king, right? You must have another goal, right?"

While eating, Lancelot asked Davian about his goal. Although he could roughly guess it, it would be better if he heard it from him in person.

"Of course. I came here to see how powerful the world-famous Sir Lancelot is. I have heard a lot of rumors about you. As someone who also holds the Holy Sword, I just want to see how powerful you are."

Davian pointed at the dark sword at his waist, indicating that he was fully prepared if he had to fight against Lancelot.

"Then don't resent my strength when the time comes!"

Lancelot also responded tit for tat, which really made him happy. In France, he really couldn't find any suitable opponent.

So whenever Sir Tristan came to France by chance, he was always very happy.

Although Sir Tristan did not come this time, it is obvious that this newly-met Davidian is as capable as Sir Tristan.

This is really a good thing, which can add a lot of color to his increasingly peaceful life.

"By the way, what is your relationship with this Miss Tonerico? Is she your lover?"

When talking about this, Lancelot was much happier than before. Perhaps in his eyes, the relationship with the opposite sex was more interesting than comparing martial arts or who to be loyal to in the future.

Not to mention a beauty like Tonellico, which is amazing.

"No, no, no! We're not in that kind of relationship right now!"

The two of them responded in unison at the same time, but compared to Davian's nervousness, Tonelli seemed calmer, even though her face was actually a little flushed.

Seeing the tacit understanding between the two people speaking in unison, Lancelot smiled even more happily. He had already seen the tacit understanding that the two people had developed because of spending some time together.

But he still didn't ask too much, and just followed their intentions and said, "Okay, okay, I get it, I get it. Come on, drink, drink, I'll fill your glass!"

Chapter 31 Combat

"Just attack with all your strength! Let me see how strong you are... Wait, do you want someone to prepare a set of armor for you? Or should I switch between the two weapons? If we fight like this, it will be very dangerous if something goes wrong."

Lancelot originally wanted to start fighting right away, but after seeing that Davidian was not wearing armor, he decided to change his weapon or put protective gear on Davidian. This would be safer as this was not a life-and-death fight.

"That's not necessary." Davian inserted the evil dragon's book into his waist, and then swung the dark sword to cut away the dark aura entangled in his body. The evil dragon's armor had already been put on.

This was considered a display of skill for Lancelot, as he had not expected that Davidian's holy sword had this ability.

But it was precisely because of this that he knew that Davian was no ordinary person.

Anyone who is recognized by the Holy Sword must have the corresponding strength.

Lancelot took off his cloak without hesitation and threw it aside, then he rushed forward with his sword.

In just a few breaths, Arondette had arrived in front of Davian, and the heavy sword, with a dull sense of oppression, attacked Davian's chest directly.

Davian immediately held the Dark Sword horizontally to block Lancelot's swing. The sword looked heavier than his own Dark Sword, but Lancelot wielded it so smoothly.

Davian couldn't help but wonder in his heart what kind of extraordinary strength these guys were.

Anyway, if I didn't transform, it wouldn't be as easy as Lancelot.

The battle between the two people was difficult to determine the winner for a while, and Lancelot was also surprised and pleasantly surprised in his heart. The person recommended by Lord Tristan was indeed correct, and the person in front of him was indeed extraordinary.

It was precisely because of this joy that Lancelot began to increase his strength output again, which surprised Davian even more. Is this person incapable of doing anything? Can you actually improve yourself?

At the same time, he also compared Lancelot, Gawain and Tristan in his mind. The styles of the three people were different.

Sir Tristan is more flexible and can quickly switch between offense and defense. After all, it is difficult to get close to Tristan. Therefore, even if he cannot win, he can guarantee that he will not lose.

Gawain, on the other hand, has a resolute fighting style and outstanding hard power. Although his swordsmanship is not as good as his, in terms of strength and toughness, he is unmatched among all the opponents Davian has ever met.

But in terms of comprehensive strength, Lancelot is undoubtedly the best he has ever seen.

His swordsmanship was just barely able to catch up with Lancelot. In the dozens of rounds of fighting, Lancelot revealed seven flaws in total, so he had to attack seven times.

But every time before his attack was about to succeed, Lancelot could accurately block his attack in advance, and the seven flaws were naturally eliminated.

After that, Lancelot naturally took back the initiative in the battle. He suppressed Davian and did not give him any chance to fight back, forcing him to defend with all his strength.

But in fact, Lancelot was also filled with shock in his heart. It was the first time he saw an opponent who could compete with him in swordsmanship.

His opponents had never been able to seize upon his weaknesses just now. If he hadn't reacted quickly and blocked Davian's attack, he would have been stabbed in the face.

[This guy is too strong. We are all about the same age. How did he train? ]

Davian couldn't help but wonder in his heart, is he going out to see all kinds of dragons? Merlin, you bastard, why didn't you tell him in advance that these people are so fierce.

With his dynamic vision enhanced by magic, Tonelli could finally see the two men swinging their swords.

Maybe now Davian thinks Lancelot is a monster, but in Tonellico's eyes, that is not the case at all. In his eyes, Davian is a complete monster.

After all, you have only practiced swordsmanship for three years, but you don't have much experience in life-and-death combat.

At this time, he was able to seize the flaw in the moves of Lancelot, the Knight on the Lake, and counterattack seven times. This would probably make countless people who had practiced for a lifetime and still been beaten by Lancelot dig a hole and bury themselves.

But the next moment, when the two holy swords collided with each other, Davian suddenly slammed his head into Lancelot's face, and this sudden collision made Lancelot dizzy.

His nosebleed couldn't stop, but Davian didn't stop. He immediately punched Lancelot directly in the face and knocked him out.

This time, perhaps the winner has been decided.

"Knights actually fight with fists and heads?"

Tonelli didn't know what to say. What was going on? The two had been competing for swordsmanship for half a day, but in the end, the winner was decided by a headbutt and a fierce left straight punch? What was this?

Davian immediately released his transformation and went over to help Lancelot up. Lancelot adjusted his jaw and made sure it was okay before saying, "It hurts so much. Davian, you guy... you have no men at all." Have mercy."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. After what we've done, I have to admit that I can't beat you with swordsmanship. If I want to end the fight, I have to come at it from another angle."

Davian was also embarrassed and smiled. After all, he had indeed gone too far. It was a good sword fight, but in the end, the fight ended with the head and fists.

Lancelot wiped the blood from his nose. This minor injury was not a big deal. With his recovery ability, he would recover in a short while.

However, this was also a lesson for the young man. One should not focus too much on swordsmanship and weapons in a competition. There are many ways to defeat an opponent, so naturally one should use whatever is convenient for him.

"No, this is also a good lesson for me. It is also important to adapt to local conditions. Use what is convenient, or use what is available in difficult circumstances.

If you really get hung up on a holy sword and end up losing your life in battle, you will regret it deeply."

Lancelot didn't really care about losing the battle, not to mention that Davian directly admitted that he couldn't beat him in swordsmanship. He was more concerned about the valuable experience he gained in this battle, which was more important.

Tonelliko couldn't help but admire that Lancelot was indeed a natural warrior. This simple victory or defeat did not shake his heart at all.

On the contrary, it was because of this failure that Lancelot gained more experience and took him one step further on his fighting path.

The next time they compete, if Davian wants to end the fight in the same way again, it would be wishful thinking.

Then Lancelot walked aside and put on his cloak again. He said to the two of them happily as if nothing had happened:

"You two, please go to Benwick and have a good rest. The customs in France are definitely different from those in Britain on the other side. Please enjoy the romantic atmosphere here."

Chapter 32 Sluggishness

After the transaction of goods was completed, Lancelot led them on the journey back to the Kingdom of Benwick.

After all, this is just a shared harbor, a standard neutral zone. It's not fun to be here, and you have to be careful of troublemakers.

Lancelot rode at the forefront, and his majestic appearance made everyone passing by salute him. His name is known to everyone in France, and no one would dare to cause trouble under his nose.

This also made Davian and Tonelli feel much more relaxed. It was good to have a big man leading the way. They didn't have to worry about someone coming to rob them or anything else, which saved a lot of trouble.

In Britain, we have to consider Saxons, Picts and so on. We also have to deal with monsters that may appear on the road at any time. In general, the journey will never be as easy as it is now.

This also slowly relaxed the nerves of both of them. Tonellico sat in the carriage and calmly handed a drink to Davian.

Davian took it and took a sip. The sweet taste made him feel better. Sure enough, the pursuit of sweetness is the same in every era.

"But it's not a good idea for you to just give me your cup, right?"

Davian drank half of it and handed it back to Tonellico, but Tonellico drank the remaining half without hesitation, and then she put the cup away.

But Davian didn't say much, after all, it was hers. But she drank the remaining half cup without hesitation, and this bold move surprised him.

"Don't waste it. Remember to give it to me after you finish drinking it next time."

But Tonellico's simple words made him stop thinking about it, and Davian was used to it. Tonellico was just like that, a strict and serious person, otherwise he wouldn't have taught someone like Gawain.

"You two have a really good relationship! Hahahaha!"

Lancelot rode up to them, laughing and praising the relationship between the two.

Tonelli gave him a glare, not knowing what to say about his familiar attitude.

It was frustrating how obviously he and Sir Tristan were of the same kind in some ways.

At this time, Davian lightly flicked the blade of his dark sword with his fingers, attracting the attention of the two with a crisp sound. Then he said to Lancelot:

"After all, she is my travel companion. She is very important to me. Don't be too enthusiastic and make her think you have bad intentions. Besides... I will be angry too."

This could be considered a warning, or a declaration. Lancelot smiled knowingly, then rode his horse to the front of the team and stopped disturbing the two men.

Davian still had plenty of time to stay in Benwick, so he didn't need to be in such a hurry.

"You just said something like you were jealous. Even though you knew in your heart that Lancelot didn't mean that at all."

Tonellico held his staff and looked at Davian in front of him. His expression was calm, without any fluctuation at all because of what he had just said, as if he had not said those words just now.

"No way?" Davian tried his best to look cold, even though that was never his style.

So when Tonelli laughed out loud after hearing what he said, he immediately couldn't hold it back.

After all, Tonelico's smile was so adorable that Davian couldn't help laughing along with him.

Davian suddenly noticed that Tonelico's smile was like the sunshine in spring, shining on him at this moment, making him feel warm and happy from the inside out.

He had only had this experience with one person.

That person was Artorius. Even if it was just in a dream, the smile he showed had the same feeling as Tonelico's now.

Davidian felt that this might be what is called leadership. Just by looking at him, one could feel that this person was very good and that one should join his ranks.

At this time, Davidian couldn't help but cover his forehead. Was it because they hadn't seen each other for a while, so he began to miss the time he spent with Artorius in his dreams?

I don't know how he is doing now, and whether he can still protect himself in those peaceful daily lives. Merlin must be protecting him well since he has not been discovered by the humble king's people.

And seeing Davian suddenly lost in thought, Tonelli didn't know what he was thinking. But out of inner curiosity, she still asked: "What's wrong? Did you suddenly think of something?"

"When I saw your smile just now, it reminded me of an old friend. You and he are really alike, both with beautiful golden hair like golden sand and handsome faces. The only difference is that you are a woman and he is a man."

Davian answered his question. From his perspective, he certainly didn't think that such words would make Tonelli unhappy.

A man and a woman, is it possible that Tonelli would be jealous?

However, after hearing his words, Tonelli suddenly became a different person and froze in place.

Her expression turned cold, and almost instantly, the warm sunshine of early spring turned into cold ice in the middle of winter.

The change that occurred in an instant surprised Davian. He never thought that just a few words would cause Tonelli to react like this. This shouldn't be the case.

"What's wrong, Tonellico? Are you angry?"

Davian quickly asked Tonellico what was wrong. As mentioned before, Tonellico undoubtedly had a heavy weight in his heart.

After all, during this period of time, apart from Merlin and Artorius, Tonelli was the person with whom he had the closest relationship.

When Davian asked, Tonelli recovered from her cold attitude. She responded hastily: "No, it's nothing. I just thought of someone for a moment, and I was a little lost."

"How could someone make you change your attitude in an instant? Who could make you so angry?" Davian was also surprised. So far, Tonelli has been an excellent and good woman.

She is kind to others, patient in dealing with people and things, and so meticulous that there is nothing to criticize.

What kind of person could make Tonelli show such a cold attitude? Even Davian couldn't think of it, or even imagine it.

"Hmph, I'll tell you later. You won't understand if I tell you now, and you might even think I'm being too much."

Tonellico turned his head away and acted pure like a tsundere, and Davian couldn't quite grasp his mood for a moment.

After all, he has zero experience in this area, so it's impossible for him to easily figure out a woman's mood.

"Okay, okay~ I got it." He could only agree, then turned to look at the scenery outside. It turned out that there were still many things he wanted to see and learn.

If only I could be as comfortable as Merlin... No, no! I must not be like him!

Chapter 33 Clumsy