Davian Holy Grail War

Sure enough, it wasn't long before Gawain announced that he would challenge Davian to a one-on-one duel for his father after Davian recovered from his injuries.

At the same time, he rode his beloved horse back to Orkney as quickly as possible to stabilize the Orkney royal court and ensure that no one with evil intentions could harm his mother and young Gareth.

Davian did not refuse this reasonable duel, and he also announced to the world that he would accept the one-on-one battle between Gawain and him in the future.

By then, whether he lives or dies, he will have no complaints.

And when everyone finally returned to the court, Davian finally met the person Tristan wanted him to see.

It was a woman, and the first thing Davian noticed was her beautiful hands.

It’s not that this woman wasn’t beautiful. In fact, from Davian’s point of view, she was undoubtedly a great beauty, but her beautiful hands were really outstanding.

I believe that even a divine artist would find it difficult to create such an outstanding work.

"Let me introduce you to my wife. Her name is Isolde. I met her when I was wandering through Brittany.

But at that time I was just a wandering knight and could not marry her. So I waited until now to take her in."

Tristan came to Isolde and introduced Davian to his wife. In fact, the two of them had known each other for a long time, but only now did Tristan feel settled and could live a happy life with his wife.

But Davian couldn't help but frown. This guy... Tristan is still the same.

Did he think of this lady as a substitute for Isolde? If so, Davian would not forgive him.

"Come here, let's have a few words." Davian waved, motioning for him to talk to him on the other side. Isolde was a little confused. Did the dragon knight sense that something was wrong?

After they reached the other side and made sure that Isolde could not hear their conversation, Davian said:

"You, are you thinking this lady is a substitute for Isolde? If that's the case, I won't forgive you. That's against the style of a knight."

After hearing his words, Tristan smiled and said, "I am very sad... As expected, you would have such thoughts, but please don't worry.

It's not that I don't love the current Isolde, I have feelings for her. There is no doubt about that, but the original Isolde... let her be buried in my heart.

Sometimes, unrequited love can haunt a person for life, doesn't it? David Ann.

But we still have to look forward. We will encounter new feelings, new people, and then weave our own new life. Don't be bound by the past, and you too."

[Good fellow, what you said is very literary! But you still can't forget her, right? Although she is not a replacement, it is clear that this lady has not received all your love now. ]

Davidian couldn't stop complaining in his heart. Tristan even wanted to comfort him in the end. He hadn't completely let it go yet, yet he still wanted to educate him?

"Forget it. Anyway, I bless your relationship. Has the wedding taken place yet?"

Davidian couldn't say anything in the end. Tristan had feelings for Isolde now, but they weren't very strong. Alas, I hope this won't cause him trouble in the future.

"No, I plan to hold a wedding for her after the church in Camelot is completed. Please be sure to attend then."

Tristan is now in high spirits, and it seems that good things are really starting to happen in his life.

With a lord worthy of loyalty, a wife to entrust the rest of his life to, and a group of loyal and brave friends, everything seems to be better than before.

So the two of them walked back to Isolde, and seeing that they both still had smiles on their faces, Isolde didn't feel any doubts.

Instead, she smiled and invited Davian to her home for a chat.

After all, as Tristan's wife, she can also cook for herself.

As a British woman, she wanted to hear Davian's adventure stories. After all, the dragon knight's reputation was no less than that of the sad prince.

But Davidian still refused. It wasn't because he had any special reason, but simply because he was injured and could barely move around in his own barracks.

If he were really asked to go to Tristan's residence in the city... I'm afraid his wounds would burst open by the time he got there.

Tristan was also aware of Davian's situation, so when he heard his refusal, he showed an understanding expression.

Then he left a message wishing David a speedy recovery and returned to his home in the city with Isolde.

After all, separation is better than reconciliation. The two of them have been separated for several months since Tristan went to the front line and Isolde came to the unfinished Camelot.

Davidian also saw this, so he still hoped to leave more time for them.

After Tristan left, Davian covered his wound and slowly returned to his tent and lay down on his bed.

Ouch, it's been so long, but I still feel the pain. I really shouldn't be so excited next time. When I get excited, something bad will happen.

"Commander, I've brought you the meal. Eat it while it's hot!" Wen Qinlibu also brought today's lunch.

Daveian was not vague either. After blowing the temperature to a certain level, he began to put it into his mouth. At the beginning, when he was seriously injured, he could only eat liquid food. He almost vomited after eating oatmeal porridge all day.

I can finally eat some normal food during this period, but I don’t know how long it will take for this injury to heal.

“Don’t slack off during this period, even though Britain can indeed enjoy a period of peace now.

But the situation outside the island is still unknown, and those clans are not really willing to submit to King Arthur. Therefore, the First Legion cannot relax yet."

Davidian was still very alert to the external situation. There were people with bad intentions both inside and outside the island. If he was not careful, he would probably be killed.

Wen Qinlibu smiled bitterly, and then said: "I understand, you should just have a good rest for now.

I will take care of those things, including the rotation of land cultivation and the training of soldiers.

The First Legion was to be the model for all of King Arthur's armies, I have not forgotten."

Davian also smiled. He and Wenqenrib had known each other for so many years, and a tacit understanding had already developed. Since Wen Qinlibu is still here, he can indeed take a good rest for a while.

Such peaceful days lasted for a while, until one night, a violent tremor woke Davidian up. He looked in the direction of the earthquake source in disbelief.

What the hell is that place? Why is there such a vibration? Why is there such a huge impact of magic power?

He picked up the dark sword, cut through the dark space and teleported directly to the center of the epicenter, which was the place with the most concentrated magic power.

But when he got here, he could only see the shattered castle, countless corpses, and a spear dropped on the ground.

The spear had obviously just experienced something like the liberation of its true name, and the remaining magic power was even so dense that it made people feel uncomfortable.

But this is normal, after all, this place has been destroyed like this.

Chapter 101 Percival

Davian walked over and picked up the gun easily.

Davian himself was surprised. He didn't expect it to be so smooth. He thought the gun might resist him.

"That's the spear that pierced Jesus' chest, the Spear of Longinus. But since you already have it, I'll give it to you for safekeeping. However, the person this spear should not be waiting for is you, do you understand?"

Merlin's voice sounded from behind him. Davian arrived before him, or perhaps Merlin was willing to show up only after Davian picked up the gun.

"I know, I know."

Davian responded casually, if it's not his, then it's not his. Anyway, he has the Dark Sword, so it doesn't matter if he has such a gun or not. Even if it is kept temporarily, it is better than falling into the hands of others and being used.

"Ah~ Then I won't say much. Take care of your injuries, Davian. There will be a lot of troubles ahead."

Merlin disappeared after saying this, and Davian returned to his camp with the spear.

The days that followed were as peaceful as ever, and Davian's injuries had finally healed, and he was finally able to swing the sword again.

But I should rest for a while, and then my injuries will be fully recovered.

Lancelot, who was in charge of cross-strait trade, also returned to the court. Thanks to him, a new batch of food and daily necessities once again greatly alleviated Britain's current troubles.

After he came back, he had a good drink with everyone, and then expressed his concern about the duel between Davian and Gawain.

"Do you really want to fight with Lord Gao Wen? Davian, it's very dangerous. And no matter which of you two falls, it will be a loss to our king."

Although Lancelot knew it was difficult, he still tried his best to stop the fight between the two of them.

"Well, I killed his father myself, after all, so isn't it normal for me to bear his anger? I'm not the kind of person who dares to do something but not to take responsibility for it."

Davian smiled. He was very open-minded about the duel with Gawain.

After all, if you really don't want this to happen, it would be better not to kill King Roth in the first place, then there wouldn't be so many troubles.

Lancelot knew that he couldn't stop them, so he could only let them go.

After all, this matter is very reasonable, too reasonable.

It was reasonable to prevent others from interfering, so even my king didn't say anything.

Today, a young man visited his camp. He signed up to join the army. Vincenrib was stunned and couldn't help saying:

"Young man, if you want to join the army, you should go to the recruitment office, not me. The First Legion does not have the habit of directly recruiting soldiers. Usually, Sir Bedivere completes the recruitment and corresponding training, and then the First Legion goes to accept the assigned new soldiers."

"No, in that case, I might be assigned to someone else's army. Although Sir Lancelot's army or Sir Gawain's personal guards are also good.

But I still want to join the First Legion directly. My destiny tells me that something is waiting for me here."

The white-haired young man smiled, and his smile was very hearty. Wen Qinlibu thought he had seen countless people, but now seeing the young man in front of him, he felt that he had not seen enough.

Although he was very young, he felt that the young man in front of him was very mature and steady.

His tall stature did not bring any pressure to others, because he had a smile on his face that made anyone approachable.

Vincenrib should not have refused such a person to join the First Legion.

But now he still chose to call David and let the legion commander decide the matter.

After all, the First Legion has no precedent of accepting members on its own so far. Even if there is such an outstanding talent, it depends on whether David, the legion commander, is willing to accept him.

When Davian arrived, he also saw this absolutely outstanding person. Davian also smiled at this time, and he couldn't help saying:

"A righteous man has many supporters, while an unrighteous man has few. If someone like you is willing to fight for my king, who am I to refuse you? Please come in. Although this is a military camp, please come to my tent and have a good talk with me."

"Then I'd rather obey you than be disrespectful." The man walked over with a smile, and walked into his own tent under the guidance of Davidian.

Wen Qinlibu chose to leave. After all, there was nothing good for him to do here. This young man could not threaten Davian's safety. The rest depended on what Davian would say to him.

When the two of them sat down, the young man spoke first:

"Hello, Dragon Knight, Commander of the First Legion, Lord Davian Slyrick. My name is Percival, and I came here under the guidance of fate and my heart. I want to join the First Legion and serve King Arthur."

"Percival? What a nice name! I never thought that such an outstanding knight would join us today. I feel very honored.

But there is no need to use honorifics. I have already told Winchinlib and the others. Just call me "you". "You" is too formal."

Davian actually didn't like these people's "you, you, and you" talk. It made him feel distant when he heard it. They were obviously friends fighting together, but it made such a big difference between them all of a sudden.

"No, it's not for any other reason. We use honorifics to address you simply because we respect your achievements and admire your character. You just need to accept this calmly."

Percival smiled and spoke his inner thoughts. In his eyes, everyone was willing to use honorifics because they respected Davian.

"Okay, okay, I won't give you candy even if you praise me." Davian smiled, then took a long thing wrapped in pure white cloth from the shelf beside him and placed it on the table.

In front of Percival, he began to remove the cloth wrapped around the thing layer by layer. When Percival saw this thing, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

This is a beautiful holy spear, and a weapon whose power can be understood just by feeling it. When Percival saw this holy spear, he felt a sense of connection.

It was as if the spear in front of him was calling him, as if this holy spear was prepared for him. For a moment, he couldn't help but be fascinated by it.

"Sure enough, the person this Spear of Longinus is waiting for is you. He just flashed for no apparent reason, and I was wondering what was going on.

When Vincenrib came to me and said that someone had joined the army according to some destiny, I understood. From now on, you can use this holy spear. "

When Davidian saw this scene, he knew that his idea was correct. The young man in front of him was indeed the one chosen by the Holy Spear.

"Really? Give me this holy spear that pierced Jesus' chest?"

Percival was also somewhat incredulous. He came here believing in the arrangement of fate and his own inner thoughts, and thought he would just display his abilities. But he was entrusted with such an important weapon just after he arrived.

Chapter 102 Will grow taller

After hearing what he said, Davian shrugged his shoulders and showed a helpless expression: "I can also take this holy spear and exert some power.

But my compatibility with this gun is just so-so, you know? It works but not to its full potential.

Then I might as well give this holy spear to the right person, and you are the right person. This holy spear is very satisfied with people like you, do you understand? "

Percival listened to his words and nodded solemnly. He picked up the holy spear and stood up:

"The unworthy knight, Percival, will from now on serve in the First Legion and fight for King Arthur until the last moment."

"That's great. It just so happens that Wenqinlibu has too much responsibility. From now on, you will be the camp commander of the First Legion and go and hand over the work to Wenqinlibu. He will understand what I mean."

Davian also gave Percival his full trust without hesitation and entrusted him with important tasks.

"Is it really possible? I just arrived and have not made any military achievements yet. Are you going to entrust me with such an important task?"

Percival was even more surprised this time. He was promoted from an ordinary knight to the holder of the Holy Lance and the camp commander of the strongest legion in Britain. This was something he had never dared to think about before.

Davian just shook his head. He stretched out his hand and tried to reach his shoulder:

"Don't betray my trust. As for military exploits, is the holder of the Holy Spear still afraid of not being able to achieve great things? Well, let's go find Wenqinlibu.