Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

However, this grand act of breaking the rules, over time, brings endless troubles, like a flower in full bloom being overheated and oil being poured on a raging fire, fraught with hidden dangers.

Even more critically, if the precognitive dream is accurate, this is only the beginning.

In the future, even in a few mysterious areas like Camelot, the environment in other parts of Britain may deteriorate rapidly, and may even eventually become unable to produce a single grain of food.

An anomaly is spreading rapidly across this land.

As if he had expected this, the Lion King remained calm and composed, and spoke in a low, thoughtful tone.

"Notify all Knights of the Round Table, ordering them to abandon all their current affairs, disperse to various places, and search for something. Any news should be reported to Camelot immediately."

"Things? What things? Are they more important than grain reserves for disaster relief?"

Kai was slightly taken aback and subconsciously asked a question.

The Lion King paused slightly, his tone turning low.

"The Holy Grail, the object that can accomplish all miracles, the omnipotent wish-granting machine, is the only way to solve Britain's predicament."

I forgive your sins of offense. Go forth, and find it at all costs!

Merlin's eyelids twitched, his purple eyes narrowed slightly, and he first moved his lips and teeth, but ultimately stopped himself from speaking.

"As you wish, my king!"

Seemingly having corrected the proper etiquette between ruler and subject, or perhaps having completely given up on some unrealistic hope, Kai said nothing more, his face tense, he respectfully agreed, and then got up and left.

As Kai's figure gradually receded into the distance and disappeared from their sight, Merlin's eyes darted around, and he coughed dryly.

“Ah…My King, please allow me to take my leave.”

"Are you going?"

Artoria was slightly taken aback, then her brows furrowed.

"It's just a short break. There's no other way. There are too many rules in the palace. I hate trouble, and I'm not a hard worker."

Merlin rolled his eyes and complained, then slipped towards the door without another word.

"Haha, it's settled then."

By the time the Lion King reacted, the figure had already transformed into crimson petals, drifting away in the wind.

The goddess gazed at the empty palace, lingering for a long time. Her solitary and frail figure appeared exceptionally cold, and the holy sword in her palm was unconsciously gripped very tightly.

A few days later, every Knight of the Round Table throughout Britain received orders from Camelot.

The search for the legendary Holy Grail, capable of performing any miracle, is to save Britain from its crisis.

The one who obtains the Holy Grail can become king!

The Knights of the Round Table were immediately abuzz with excitement upon hearing the news.

Although it is known that His Majesty has no children, it is simply unbelievable that he would be willing to relinquish the power of the kingdom for such an ethereal thing.

So, in response to such generous rewards, what exactly are the magical properties of the legendary Holy Grail?

The knights engaged in heated discussions, showing great enthusiasm for this adventure and treasure hunt initiated by the king, and eagerly participated.

Within a few days, a third of the Knights of the Round Table had dispersed to various parts of Britain.

All sorts of news then converged on Camelot and were reported to the king for processing.

Artoria's emphasis on this mission exceeded the expectations of the Knights of the Round Table.

Since issuing this order, she has been residing in the high tower of the palace, working day and night to collect and review information about the Holy Grail from all directions.

Meanwhile, the Knights of the Round Table, who were on good terms with each other, embarked on a grand quest for the Holy Grail, following various true and false clues, and set off to all parts of Britain.

Among them, the younger generation, including Galahad, Bose, Gareth, and Gahoris, reacted most strongly.

Compared to the older generation who personally participated in twelve dynastic wars and won honors and merits from the flames of war and slaughter, these young people with less experience are more eager to gain recognition through new adventures and trials.

Several days later, in the dense forests of the south.

The three weary knights, seeing their beloved horses exhausted from the long journey, panting heavily with dry bubbles coming out of their mouths and noses, tightened their reins, slowed their pace, and came to a stream to water their horses and take a short rest.

"Phew, finally I can rest. We've been traveling day and night, and even the people are almost exhausted, let alone the horses."

As he spoke, the knight, who carried a shield on his shoulder and a silver lance in his hand, took off his helmet, revealing a head of messy white hair and clear light blue eyes. His angular face was filled with a gentle smile, and his temperament was as warm and friendly as a boy next door, which made people feel good about him.

"Galahad, are you hungry? How about I go find some mushrooms and wild game nearby, and we can eat something fresh?" "You're still growing, and the long journey has taken so much to exhaust you. You can't just keep eating wheat cakes."

The knight planted his silver spear, affectionately embraced a silver-haired boy who had dismounted and was a head shorter than him, and laughed heartily as he patted his heavily armored chest with a confident thud.

"But don't worry, with me in charge, I, Percival, will fill your plates with nutritious meats and root vegetables!"

"It seems that taking up this gun is beneath you..."

Galahad, clad in a purple-black knight's armor, turned his head slightly, his golden eye, half-hidden by his short silver hair, gazing intently at his companion.

"what?"

Percival scratched his head, somewhat puzzled.

"Since you enjoy cooking so much, a spatula and ladle seem more suitable for you."

Galahad spoke calmly, his words tinged with sarcasm. Then, as if remembering something, his already displeased face darkened even further.

"Furthermore, if you really have this hobby, please at least make something that humans can eat."

"Haha, as for food, Sir Gawain said it's good for the body, as long as it meets the body's needs. As for the taste... I would say what I make is quite unique, wouldn't you say...?"

Faced with his friend's sharp criticism, Percival smiled unconcerned and retorted eloquently.

But as he spoke, seeing Galahad's face grow increasingly dark, Percival couldn't help but touch the bridge of his nose, and his words were no longer as assertive as before.

The cuisine of the Round Table School, heavily influenced by Sir John Gowan, focuses on large portions to fill you up, with little regard for the enjoyment of the taste buds.

Even Percival, who loves to cook, is no exception.

His cooking skills were only slightly better than that gorilla's infamous mashed potatoes.

Instead of spending all that time eating his haphazardly prepared stew, I'd rather just eat some flatbread.

"Look how skinny you two are, you haven't grown much in the past few years. Alright, today I'll be the head chef and give you an extra meal. It's settled then."

Before Galahad could refuse, Percival patted his friend on the shoulder with a hearty laugh and began making arrangements before the meal.

"Alright, seeing that you don't seem too willing, then stay where you are, watch the horses set up your dining table, and wait for the meal to be served. As for finding ingredients and gathering firewood, let Boss come with me."

"Okay, I'll come right away."

As the nephew of Lancelot, the Knight of the Lake, Bouss, who was as young as he looked, nodded after fastening his tuxedo.

My dining table?

Suddenly, Galahad, realizing what had happened, stared at the purplish-black, four-sided round shield inscribed with fairy script in his hand, his face turning as black as the bottom of a pot.

"What dining table? This is a shield! A shield! And a sacred object embedded with fragments of the round table."

"Well, even with the blessings of the king and the knights, isn't the Round Table still just a dining table? Don't you often eat on it?"

"..."

Looking at that somewhat serious yet innocent face, faced with such impeccable logic and facts, Galahad's lips twitched violently, and in the end, he was speechless, standing alone in the wind, bewildered.

"Remember to set the table, we're leaving now."

Without waiting for Galahad to react, Percival grabbed Bose and led him across the stream into the depths of the forest.

It's a shield! It's a shield! What an idiot!

Galahad, who had almost been brought to his knees by his friend's few words, looked at the four-sided round shield in his hand with a pained expression and was somewhat speechless.

But the closer you look, the more closely this blessed and sacred object seems to relate to fine cooking utensils and tableware.

However, just as he was hesitating about whether to face reality and actually lay the shield flat on the ground to serve as a dining table, the dense forest rustled, and Percival and Bose returned.

"Stop, stop, stop. There's no need to set up a table. We just saw a castle up ahead. We can stay there for the night, and maybe we'll even get some delicious food."

Percival waved his hands repeatedly, excitedly announcing his discovery to his friend.

Galahad looked around at the dense jungle and rugged mountains and frowned slightly.

Is there a castle in a place like this?

Chapter 118 Versailles Expert (4.6k)

"I'm telling you, Galahad, you're so young, don't always have such a serious face. You should smile more, that's how you attract girls."

As one of the older members of the Round Table generation, Percival has a personality somewhat like a friendly older brother. Therefore, along the way, he would often tease the younger brother next to him who had the same fur color and was quite likable, but always liked to keep a serious face and act profound.

Galahad, too lazy to say more, pointed to the transparent ring around his waist and glanced indifferently at Percival.

"I've tried my best to appear unpopular."

"..."

Percival's breath hitched, and he choked.

The invisible ring around Galahad's waist is actually a peculiar belt sword, a rare and precious treasure.

Moreover, it was his most beloved younger sister who personally gave it to this kid.

In their early years, the trio of friends and Percival's sister, while training in Britain, inadvertently helped a woman and were blessed by fate, who followed them to the ship that originally belonged to King Solomon, where they discovered this sword.

According to the records on the ship, the sword was taken by King Solomon from his father, King David, and was originally kept in the Temple in Jerusalem.

The handle is inlaid with two ribs of various monsters, one of which is made from the bone of a serpent that lives in the land of Kaliden. Anyone who holds it will never feel tired, nor will they be injured on the battlefield.

Another animal was originally a fish, not very big, called "Eltanaks", which often appeared in the Euphrates River. Anyone who had this fish bone would no longer think about all the troubles and joys of the past, and would only know to resolutely obtain what was in front of him.

In addition, there are two other sentences related to this sword:

"See who can pull me out of my sheath; whoever can pull me out will be braver than the others; know that this person will never fail, nor will he die from his wounds."

"Anyone who can use me, if he truly knows how to use me, must be the bravest man in the world. This man who should wear me, with me on his body, will have me hanging on his waist for a day as long as he uses this belt; from then on, he will not suffer disgrace wherever he goes."

Besides the sword itself, the sword belt also has a remarkable history.

Legend has it that when Eve was expelled from the Garden of Eden, she took a branch from an apple tree in Eden. This branch was buried in the ground and grew into a large white tree. When Adam and Eve lived together under the tree and Abel was born, part of the tree trunk turned green. When Abel was killed by Cain under this tree, part of the tree trunk turned red.

King Solomon's wife intended to make a belt for the sword, so she ordered craftsmen to take parts of the tree trunk and make spindles in white, green, and red. However, before they could be made, King Solomon's ship, along with the sword and spindles, was washed away into the sea.

Later, after they boarded the ship, Percival's sister wove a belt from her own hair using a tricolor spindle to attach the sword. The sword's scabbard was called the "Mover of Blood" because no one with blood could see any part of it. The scabbard was made from the "Tree of Life," thus possessing the ability to conceal the weapon and, to some extent, heal the wielder.

Putting aside everything else, King Solomon's treasure alone is enough to make people envious.

What's even more infuriating is that the sword belt was woven from his own precious little sister's hair.

As a result, he, as the older brother, did all the work but didn't get a penny, while Galahad, the pretty boy, benefited instead.

What made Percival even more uneasy was, based on Galahad's casual remark just now:

He had tried his best to keep a low profile, but he was still too popular. His dear sister was even chasing after him and offering herself to him, giving him even her hair braids.

Such a vicious slash caused Percival, who had just been lecturing this young man on how to enhance his charm and win over girls, to break down completely and almost burst into tears on the spot.

It's true that people have to die when compared with others, and goods have to be thrown away when comparing goods.

"You don't understand, do you? This is called genetic talent. Uncle usually looks deep and melancholy and ignores women who come up to him, but as a result, he is even more popular."

Bos patted the distraught Percival on the shoulder and sighed with sympathy.

"Forget it, let's face reality. Some things can't be made up for by hard work."

The two exchanged a glance, recalling the scene of a large group of noblewomen throwing handkerchiefs and screaming when Lancelot went out, as well as the Knight of the Lake's long list of romantic encounters, and couldn't help but fall silent.

What are you saying behind my back?

Galahad, who was holding a shield and keeping watch around, seemed to sense something and frowned slightly, glancing at the two people muttering in front of him.

As his cousin, Boss felt a chill run down his neck and instinctively gave a dry laugh and blinked.

"Oh, we were just talking about that legend..."

"Yes, I was wondering the same thing. Maybe we've just had a stroke of good luck. Could this be the so-called Glastonbury?"

Percival, having received a hint from his teammate, immediately nodded in agreement, tacitly changing the subject with Bose.

In reality, Galahad's mother, Elaine, daughter of the Fisherman King Pelles, was a mysterious sorceress who was also one of those who pursued Lancelot, and Galahad was the product of their one-night stand.

Legend has it that Elaine transformed into another form to bewitch the Knight of the Lake.

The union between the two was not of Lancelot's own volition. After realizing he had been deceived, he even considered turning his sword against Elaine in a fit of rage.