Camelot Dawn

Wen, glad you are still the same.

At the end of the contest, both sides saluted and left.Galahad also left the stands and gave chase.When he reached the tent with the black cross shield hanging, Galahad opened the curtain and walked in.As soon as he entered, Anthony, the servant who was helping his master take off his armor, greeted him: "Hello, Lord Lancelot."

I'm just a "Galahad" and I'm doing my best. Don't pour cold water on me, please.Galahad, or Lancelot now, was a little depressed anyway.

There is no doubt that Lancelot's real name sounds better than Galahad, and there is no doubt that Lancelot himself dislikes it, for reasons that go back so long that it is too early to dwell on them.But it doesn't matter too much, the name is just a symbol, and it doesn't matter what it is called.

Gao Wen took off his armor, ordered his attendants to clean it up in a few words, and walked out in tandem with Lancelot in tacit understanding.

As the sun set, the afterglow shone on the slippery cobblestone road in Camelot, casting a layer of warm veil on the shops on both sides of the street.There were much fewer people on the street than a few days ago, and everyone went to watch the martial arts competition.The merchants who stayed in the shops and stalls were no longer in a hurry to recruit, and hid in the shade to rest.Lancelot and Cowen walked slowly past them.

"I saw you when you and Anthony came here a few days ago," Lancelot pointed to a corner when passing by the hotel where he was staying, "but there were too many people at that time, and it was too remote for me to sit here. You didn't notice."

"I really thought you wouldn't come," Gao Wen said with a gentle expression at this time, no longer the unsmiling look that Lancelot saw a few days ago, "Because you have changed many suzerains over the years, I thought There's no one you can pledge your allegiance to."

Lancelot's expression darkened for a moment, but it was fleeting.He shrugged: "It's just that I haven't encountered it yet."

Lancelot, like most knights of his time, had a lofty goal: to follow a talented ruler and dedicate all his loyalty to him on the battlefield and in the palace.However, in the past many years, he changed his allegiance one after another, but he still couldn't find the person he decided to give everything to.

"Maybe I can take this opportunity to travel around the world and fulfill another dream I had when I was young." The blond youth said with self-deprecation.

Under the afterglow, the outlines of all things became extremely gentle, Gao Wen looked at the curve of Lancelot's lips that didn't have much smile, and his mood was very complicated.He still couldn't imagine what kind of monarch could fall into the eyes of his friend and make him bow his proud head.And very complicatedly, he hopes that Lancelot can realize his ideal one day, find what he is really willing to follow and believe in, and devote his whole life to it; however, he also hopes that there will never be such a king in the world.

They ate dinner together, just downstairs in the same hotel where they were staying.At this time, the competition was over, and the topic of discussion naturally turned to the competition that had just ended. "I bet Gakhris must have said something when he was knocked down by you." Lancelot said firmly.

Gao Wen was helpless: "Yes, he said 'Brother, you are enough'."

Lancelot smiled unceremoniously, before asking: "What year did he join the Knights of the Round Table? I remember he had just returned home when I left."

Gao Wen recalled it carefully for a while, then frowned and said: "It should be 194, or 204... In short, it seems to be a long time ago." Lancelot expressed his understanding, and the inability to remember the past is due to the age It is a common problem faced by all people, whether the person is old or young in appearance.

"It was 194, and he is one of the oldest knights of the Knights of the Round Table." As the words fell, a beer glass was gently placed on the table, making a crisp sound.The person who put the cups was wearing black gloves and was standing by the table at this time, looking down at them with golden eyes.

The man then moved a chair for himself from the adjacent table, and had dinner with two strangers in a stately manner.Gao Wen looked at him calmly. There was no identification on this person, and there was nothing special about his black clothes.The only thing that stood out was probably his eyes, and Gawain swore he'd never seen anyone with golden, feline eyes before, which ruled out the possibility that he'd ever seen this guy.

So he asked, "Sir, what is your name?"

"Artoris O'Loughlin, from Cornwall." After he finished speaking, he paused, his golden eyes turned back and forth between Kowain and Lancelot, and finally stopped on Kowain's face, " You must be Corvin, son of Lot-Antheros."

Gao Wen was not surprised: "It seems that you must know my brother."

"That's right," Artorius folded his hands behind his head, "I'm one of the only seniors he has in the Knights of the Round Table."

"Then I should have a drink with you."

"my pleasure."

Putting down the cup, Artorius turned his gaze to Lancelot again: "I don't know your name yet."

"Lancelot-Niemove." He smiled and clinked glasses with Artorius, polite but not friendly.

"Nice to meet you." Artorius took a sip of his wine, put down his glass, and the table fell into silence.After a while, the golden eyes raised and stared straight at Lancelot: "Are you interested in a contest with me?"

Lancelot was a little surprised: "Now?" Not to mention, now that the tournament has just ended, he is really a little slack.

Artorius nodded emphatically.Lancelot shrugged and picked up his saber from the side of the seat: "Well, I have no reason to refuse." Although he was indeed a bit tired, he was not so tired that he couldn't cope with a simple fight .People like this "Artorius" know how to measure, and I shouldn't overplay it in a game with him.It's just that he didn't understand why and how "Artorius" found him. In other words, the next contest was inexplicable no matter how you looked at it.

But perhaps no reason is needed.I just need to be responsible for satisfying his interest.

The two left the tavern and stood outside in the street.It was already dusk, and the small vendors on the street closed their stalls one after another and went home. There were people coming and going on the road and trucks and other means of transportation appeared from time to time. The situation was very complicated. "There are no spears and horses, so we fight on foot." Artorius drew his sword out of its sheath and announced the rules in a commanding tone, "Quick battle, I don't have much time." Gao Wen frowned, but he didn't say anything.From now on he would have nothing to do with Artorius and Lancelot until their inexplicable jousting was over.Perhaps this inexplicable feeling was only his one-sided feeling. Gao Wen watched the conversation between the two, and always had the feeling that Lancelot actually knew Artorius.

After listening to Artorius' words, Lancelot drew out his own sword as a reply.Artorius seemed very satisfied with this, holding the sword in front of him with both hands, and began to slowly change direction under his feet, as if looking for a suitable angle to launch an attack.Lancelot followed him unhurriedly, so that the two were always facing each other, and Artorius couldn't do anything.Pedestrians on the street walked around them wisely, leaving a small space around the two of them.Artorius seemed to be still probing, he was looking for Lancelot's loopholes, but unfortunately the other party didn't leave much for him.

During the stalemate, a carriage pulling goods came, and the sound of empty wine barrels could be heard from afar.Pedestrians dodged one after another, and Lancelot, who had his back to the direction of the carriage, did not dare to turn his head and dodged by hearing, Artorius seized this opportunity to attack him.

His speed was so fast that Lancelot actually didn't see his movements clearly, and subconsciously blocked it with his sword before he heard the "clang" sound of metal colliding together.At the same time, the carriage that had just approached behind Lancelot drove past him and the place where Artorius was standing just now without slowing down.But Lancelot didn't have the time to compare the moving speed of the carriage with his opponent's, because the pressure from the latter's sword made his tense arms feel very strenuous.

Obviously, this person hadn't participated in any contest at all just now.Lancelot snorted coldly in his heart, and at the same time gritted his teeth and pushed Artorius' sword away.After pushing away, he felt that his arms were numb for a moment, but this couldn't be seen by the other party.So he adjusted calmly--it didn't help much, in fact--afterwards, he continued to focus on the man in front of him and his sword.

Artorius' sword struck again without warning, Lancelot caught the attack from below, and then pushed forward, Artorius' sword edge fell towards him, so he had to reflexively Take a few steps back.His retreat fueled Lancelot's attack. When Artorius realized this, he quickly changed his tactics. Instead of retreating, he used his sword to slightly counterattack the opponent's attack. Taking this opportunity, he took a step backward. The distance has returned to what it was at the beginning.

The vendors on the street have basically gone home, so there are a lot fewer pedestrians.The bright color of the dusk has almost faded, and the outlines of the surrounding objects seem to have become a little hazy, covered with a layer of grayish blue. "Looks like it's really a quick decision." Artorius looked around quickly and muttered.Saying so, he rushed towards Lancelot again.

The speed is still very fast.Lancelot followed the opponent's speed to block each attack. He stepped on an unknown object and almost slipped. It was probably the garbage left by a certain vendor just now.He felt sick to his stomach, and while clanging his sword against his opponent, he was also wary of the debris under his feet.

"How does it feel?" Artorius had a mocking and malicious look on his face, "This is an additional gift."

Lancelot swung his attack away again, but found that the opponent's shadow was gone.He stopped, looked around, and felt something was wrong.The surroundings had long since lost the noise of the daytime, and once Artorius disappeared, it suddenly became a little strangely quiet.Lancelot looked around carefully, but all he could see were the racks that had been removed, the cloth covering the racks, and the stacked wooden boxes.Just when he was wondering, a small voice suddenly came from the vague shadows, which seemed to be real or an auditory hallucination produced by people in silence.The blond knight was silent for a while, then turned around abruptly——

"It's terrible." He spit out these words coldly, and the sword in his hand was just right to destroy the surprise attack of the oncoming people.Artorius' figure became a dark shadow in the twilight, only the golden irises were obviously abnormal in the dim light, like the eyes of a cat.

"That's really a pity." Artorius fought with Lancelot a few more times, then suddenly disappeared again, and then appeared from the side.Lancelot could only follow his movements step by step. It seemed that the battle was stalemate, but in fact Lancelot still hadn't gained the upper hand.

Black-haired, golden-eyed, from Cornwall, and a Knight of the Round Table—the object of Lancelot's mental analysis was using his amazing agility to constantly change the angle of attack, making the opponent more and more passive.Lancelot only focused on the analysis in his mind and the parry at hand, and forgot something, although it didn't affect him now.

Some details were pieced together bit by bit, and the black-haired and golden-eyed lady in memory gradually overlapped with the vigorous young knight.When Lancelot realized this, the surroundings were quiet again.Because of the momentary distraction just now, he didn't even pay attention to the direction in which Artorius disappeared.But even if he knew it, he probably couldn't take measures first. He felt a little frustrated, which stemmed from the fact that he was played and applauded by a stranger he met for the first time.The frustration didn't last long, however.

When Artorius fell from the sky, Lancelot was completely unprepared, just like animals on the ground suddenly saw a leopard falling from the sky.Naturally, he took a step back when Artorius swung his sword, but bumped into something unexpectedly.Lancelot turned around in surprise, and behind him was a heavy wooden box full of goods.He looked to both sides. On the left was a low wall, and on the right were furniture well covered by white cloth.While attacking him with ease, Artorius did not forget to remind at the right time: "As you can see, this is a storage room."

"Thank you, you are so considerate." Lancelot returned sarcastically, and at the same time regretted the carelessness in his heart just now, thinking about some irrelevant things and ignoring the fact that he was fighting with others.

Artorius cornered Lancelot and finally stopped: "Maybe you can tell me what you were thinking just now? My eyes tell me that you saw something interesting through my face."

Lancelot was still thinking.The white cloth on the right is the most common cotton cloth in ordinary homes, and it is very light; the ceiling is a large linoleum, fixed with ropes and wooden brackets, and it will fall apart if the brackets are cut off.And he is now surrounded on three sides, only the front where Artorius is can escape.There was fine dust floating in the storage room, Lancelot blinked.

Artorius's face carried the look of a cat playing with a mouse that has nowhere to escape: "At any rate, I am also their master, let me know too?"

A cold voice answered him: "Let's talk about it in three days!"

The white cloth was indeed very light. Lancelot easily picked it up with his sword, and then easily threw it on Artorius' head.Artorius let out an "Oh" and scratched down indiscriminately. He seized the opportunity to bypass Artoris, aimed at the most important wooden support beside the low wall and chopped down heavily.

The roof began to tilt outward, and knots loosened, furthering its fragmentation.The linoleum fell with a great deal of wood, rope, rags, and odds and ends, with a tinkling sound and a cloud of dust.Lancelot, who had already retreated far away, was stunned by this posture, and began to murmur in his heart, don't go too far, don't hurt anyone.He didn't know that the owner of this piece of cloth was so lazy to clean it up.

After the dust settled down peacefully, the ground was in a mess, and there was no sign of Artorius at all.Lancelot walked over and called out with some trepidation in his heart: "Artorius? Are you okay?"

There was a stir somewhere in the mess.Lancelot noticed it keenly, and he immediately let go of more than half of his hanging heart. "It's good if you're not dead." He muttered and walked over, reaching out to pick apart layers of unknown objects, no matter how dirty and messy they were.After peeling off several layers, Artorius' head was exposed, obviously he was also peeling from the inside out.Lancelot reached for him and dragged him from under the weight, and the two of them fell to the ground together.

Sitting on the ground covered in dust, Lancelot couldn't help laughing when he saw the disheveled look of the previous arrogant Artorius.

Knowing that his image was not good, Artorius stood up and patted the dust all over his body, muttering "Fuck you" while dragging Lancelot up from the ground.

"The contest is over."

"Ah."

"Are you not hurt?" He asked in a tentative tone.

"How could you hurt me with your tricks! You are far worse than me in playing tricks, I just didn't think about it." Disdainful eyes.

"Okay, then if you have the chance, you must remember to let me see your level..."

This fruitless conversation lasted until the hotel door, and Artorius had to go back to the palace, bid farewell to Lancelot and left.

There are still quite a few people in the tavern on the first floor, and probably quite a few of them are the residents upstairs.There were several dense crowds in the tavern, and the shouts from among them indicated that those people were gambling.This is very common in hotels large and small in Camelot.

The environment was very noisy, so few people noticed Lancelot coming in.He stood at the door and scanned back and forth several times, and finally pulled Gao Wen out of the crowd.He was sitting in the corner, seemed to be resting with his eyes closed, obviously waiting for himself.Lancelot smiled and walked straight towards him.

When Lancelot walked up to him, Gao Wen just opened his eyes, but his face changed when he saw the wound on Lancelot's left arm. "What's going on?" He pulled Lancelot's arm, inspected it to make sure the wound wasn't deep, and then let go, his eyebrows frowned slightly, "How could he hurt you?"

"It's not easy, is it?" Lancelot sat down opposite him.The wound was left in the fight in the storage room, and it was Artorius' instinctive reaction after being covered. He may not even know that he injured Lancelot.

Gao Wen pushed several things over from across the table, namely the water bag, bandages and wound medicine.Lancelot thanked him for opening the water bag to clean the wound. While tidying up, he lamented that Gao Wen is a must-have teammate for looting and traveling at home.

While he was wrapping the bandage around his forearm, Gao Wen asked, "Who is that man?"

"I don't know." Lancelot slurred his speech while biting the bandage.

Gao Wen was surprised when he heard this answer: "Looking at how you get along, I thought you had at least heard each other's name for a long time."

At this time, Lancelot had finished treating the wound, and pushed the pile of things back to Gawain: "I haven't finished talking, I don't know him, but I know Mrs. Iglaine. She visited Gaul with King Uther , or I took someone to the pier to greet him." He seemed a little complacent when he mentioned the past.

"So you're saying that he's, uh, Iglein's...relative?" Gao Wen didn't dare to make that conclusion.

Lancelot helped him down: "Son."

Everyone in Camelot knows the affair between King Uther and Lady Iglene.Iglene was originally the Duchess of Cornwall, and King Uther fell in love with her at first sight. With the help of the great mage Merlin, he disguised himself as the Duke of Cornwall and slept with his wife. When they spent the night together, he designed the Duke to die in battle. .After the Duke's death, Uther married the pregnant Iglein openly, and the boy she gave birth to as queen was Arthur Pendragon, the current master of Camelot.

According to Lancelot, it means Artorius who harassed them earlier tonight.

What a bloody thing this is, Gao Wen helplessly supported his forehead.

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☆、Knights of the Round Table (minor repair)

Every morning is said to have a harmonious start.

"Sir! Look, the invitation letter for the conferment ceremony!" Roland happily pushed the door open, his eyes fell on the room excitedly, but he only saw a loose silhouette of a human figure outlined on the edge of the quilt. "Uh, sir, are you awake..."

Lancelot got up from the bed and yawned lazily: "Thanks to you, I'm awake now." Roland was silent for two seconds, and retreated as if nothing happened.

After waiting outside the door for a while, there was a voice allowing him to enter.Roland opened the door and entered. After Lancelot dressed and washed, he opened the window, and the cool morning air entered the room, refreshing his spirits. "Here." Roland respectfully handed the invitation letter to Lancelot's outstretched hand with both hands.

After looking at it for a while, Lancelot didn't have any special reaction. He closed the invitation letter and said, "You should send this pile of belongings back to Gaul first." Looking in the direction of his finger, it was impressively full of boxes. heavy armor parts.

Roland was shocked: "What do you mean... Sir, don't you want me to follow?!"

Lancelot looked at him expressionlessly, and Roland's heart suddenly rang out, and he made up a bunch of pleading words in his mind, but he saw Lancelot's hand holding the invitation letter raised high, and then said Patted himself on the head: "...if you are so rash next time."

When the crisis was resolved, Roland breathed a sigh of relief, repeatedly promised yes, and happily left.

Three days after the end of the tournament, the new Knight of the Round Table was awarded the title and became an official member of the Knights Order, eligible to wear the Lion Badge of the Knights Order.The ceremony for the knight's conferment is very sacred, theoretically the attendant has no chance to see it at all, and Roland has only seen it a few times from a distance when he is so big, but he can't see it clearly.This time is different, because the attendants are all future knights, and Camelot, who advocates knight culture, allowed the attendants to watch the ceremony when the Knights of the Round Table was awarded, and he was finally able to satisfy his eyesight.This opportunity must not be let go.

Two days later the weather was clear and cloudless, just right for the ceremony.The christening ceremony took place in front of King Uther's tomb, on the outskirts of Camelot.Early in the morning, all kinds of well-dressed knights walked from the center of the city to the outside of the city in high spirits, feasting the eyes of the people along the way, but they had to move down to make way for the horses.

Before going out, Roland felt that his master was well dressed. At least he had been with Lancelot for so long and rarely saw him dressed so well. As soon as he went out and met two noble children passing by, He couldn't help pulling Lancelot's clothes quietly: "Sir, why don't we go back and change our clothes, it looks so poor now."

Lancelot watched the flower peacock on the horse go away with a smile, and shook his head resolutely: "Don't change, if you still want to have an appetite for dinner." After speaking, he stepped on the horse.

In fact, the outfits of the two of them are not poor, it's just a gap in comparison.Lancelot still chose two more decent clothes for the upper body. The saddle and the horse were washed before departure, and the shield hanging on the side of the saddle was polished again, which was decent enough.The reason why he didn't dress up in jewels like the two just now is naturally his own consideration.As for those two, Lancelot remarked unceremoniously, novice.

The tomb of King Uther is different from the solemn and rigid imagination.It is located at the top of a grassy hillside, in midsummer, the hillside is full of wild flowers of all colors, swaying gently in the bright sun, exuding vitality.Steps have been built from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the slope. People who come here can no longer ride horses and have to go up on foot.

At the top of the mountain, Lancelot was surprised to find that King Uther's tomb was just a small mound. In front of the tomb stood a white marble cross, engraved with a short line of "King of Knights, Father of the Round Table, Uther-Pendragon". inscription.The cemetery was also covered by green grass, with a few small white flowers blooming on it, which was different from the heroic image of King Uther when he was alive, quiet and ordinary.

At this time, there were not many people on the top of the mountain, only the current members of the Knights of the Round Table and their attendants were already in place, chatting together in twos and threes.Lancelot walked to the edge of the top of the hill, and found that the back of the hillside was an inward sunken cliff.Standing on the top of the cliff and looking down, you can see the meadow stretching smoothly like green velvet. The thin river meanders across the meadow, and a forest grows at the corner, and the verdant green extends into the distance.If there were a small flock of sheep and a shepherd wading across the river at this time, the scene would be a perfect pastoral song.

King Uther, a hero like himself, longed for a restful and relaxing home after death.The gentle wind brushed the blades of grass quietly, and Lancelot stood on the edge of the cliff with a dazed expression.

Suddenly a probing voice sounded beside him, ending the vague sense of loss: "Lancelot, is that you?"

When Lancelot turned his head, the man couldn't help smiling when he saw him, and stepped forward to give him a hug: "Long time no see!"

Gently hugging the young man back, Lancelot smiled silently: "Nice to meet you, Gachris."

Gakhris in front of him was the younger brother who was defeated by Gao Wen on the day of the competition.From the outside, Gakhris and Gao Wen are almost poured out of the same mold. However, unlike Gao Wen's calmness and seriousness, Gakhris will give people the feeling of flying and jumping at the first sight.In his bright blue eyes, there is a bright look that Gao Wen will never have.

Not far away, Roland accidentally saw this scene and was taken aback.His master usually gives people the impression that he rejects physical contact, but now he is hugging others in public like this, and the person hugging him is wearing the red cloak of the Knights of the Round Table... Wait, why does he look like Mr. Gao Wen? It's exactly the same, but Mr. Gao Wen has never been so enthusiastic... The amount of information is so small.

After seeing Gakhris, the two chatted together. Gakhris is a talkative person, and he and Lancelot haven't seen each other for many years. They had a lot of conversations when they met, and unknowingly passed a lot of things. time.On the way, Gao Wen also came, and the reunion of the three of them was like a boyhood reunion, which was a wonderful enjoyment.

There were already a lot of people on the top of the mountain, and the voices were noisy, but suddenly the surrounding voices quieted down, and a passage was made at the entrance of the steps.Gakhris looked suspiciously, and immediately understood what was going on, and quickly explained to Gao Wen and Lancelot: "Your Majesty, I have to go back first." After speaking, he got back among the people in red cloaks .

Hearing the phrase "Your Majesty", Gao Wen and Lancelot looked at each other, and they looked at the passage in a tacit understanding.At this time, no one was talking on the top of the mountain, and three men and one woman walked over from the crowd, receiving everyone's attention.

Walking in the front was Archmage Merlin in a black robe. There were dark golden patterns on the cuffs and neckline of the black robe, which made him look noble and solemn.A precious metal cross is worn on the chest, which is a heavy symbol of noble status.Merlin's face looked a little pale against the backdrop of brown hair and brown eyes, and his posture of slightly lowering his eyes and moving straight forward exuded a lofty and indifferent aura.

Behind Merlin is the king and queen walking side by side.The queen is petite, with eye-catching curly red hair hanging down her waist, her eyes are like the finest sapphires, and she has a generous and gentle charm between her gazes.She has obviously been dressed up today, and she is impeccably exquisite from head to toe, but there is always a bit of a queen's majesty in her gestures, which makes people feel more like a beautiful decoration.Her slender hand was gracefully held by the king wearing black gloves, and the owner of the black gloves was the same person who went to put beer on the wooden table of the tavern a few days ago.

Artorius Olorin, indeed it was him.Why do both of them like to use fake names so much these days.Gao Wen glanced at Lancelot's inconspicuous chuckle from the corner of his eyes, and thought to himself.

Following Arthur and Guinevere was the head of the Knights of the Round Table, who was also a familiar face.Kai was wearing the same red cloak as the members of the Knights of the Round Table present. The difference was that he was wearing full armor and a sword gleaming with cold light on his waist.The dark red short hair and the cold red long cloak echoed the extreme beauty, and the indifferent silver light of the armor put an end to all gorgeous reverie.Lancelot suddenly felt strongly that his frivolous and frivolous performance three days ago was an illusion.

This man is the head of the Knights of the Round Table.When he stood behind the king with a pious face, he was not angry.

When Merlin and his party walked to Uther's tomb, the passage behind them closed automatically. The knights of the round table in red cloaks left the crowd and stood behind their leader. Dozens of people lined up neatly in two rows. There is no need for redundant transfers.The attendants also stood back to observe the ceremony, leaving a large space in the middle for the new knights and Merlin who presided over the ceremony.

Merlin directed the 150 people in the open space to stand in two square formations, and announced the start of the ceremony after the transfer was completed.The promotion ceremony must be held one by one, so 150 people will take a whole day.Lancelot was standing at the back of the center of the square formation on the right, and judging by the time, it might not be his turn in the morning.

The promotion ceremony is actually not too complicated.

Merlin first asked the first recipient to leave the phalanx and kneel on the open space in the center so that everyone could see clearly.Then, he held the Bible in his hand, read a passage from it, and said to everyone present: "In the name of our Father in heaven, I will bestow glory and blessing on our brothers."

At this time, a servant boy came up with a tray, and awarded the knight's lion badge and red cloak to the promoted.Then came the lengthy blessing session, the first blessing of the knight captain, the knights and Guinevere took turns to bless, and finally Arthur touched the knight's right shoulder with the legendary lake sword "Kara de Poga" , said to him: "May the power of the Holy Spirit help you through all trials."

After the blessings from all walks of life were finished, Merlin continued: "Now, under Father's watchful eye, you will inherit the eternal oath of the Knights of the Round Table."

The knight replied: "May the oath be engraved in my soul and be with me forever."

Merlin read the oath: "I swear not only to enjoy the glory of knights, but also to fulfill the responsibilities of knights. My sword should point at the wicked, but protect women and children; my spear will defend the truth, and don't let the smoke cloud my eyes. I must Respect all good-hearted people, because the virtues of knights are justice and humility; I should accept the challenge of all equals and defend honor with courage. I will also know sacrifice and mercy. I will offer courage and faith to the Lord with a loyal heart .”

He read a sentence, and the knight repeated it.After repeating everything, the oath was over, and Merlin lightly touched the knight's forehead with the bible: "May Heavenly Father bless you."

The knight replied: "Praise be to the Holy Father."

Merlin finally made a concluding speech by welcoming the Knights. The newly promoted knights accepted the embrace of the new partners of the Knights of the Round Table, and the ceremony ended.

But this is only for one person, and there are 140 nine after that.Roland, who was standing among the attendants, was frightened by the situation. He was a little worried about whether he would be able to have dinner on time today.As for lunch, that was obviously out of the question.

It was not until noon that Roland understood the wisdom of Lancelot preventing him from going back in the morning to change into a more elegant dress.The sunny weather means that it is actually very hot. It is indeed enough to stand in such hot weather for a whole morning and then wear overly cumbersome Chinese clothes.Apparently Lancelot had suffered a lot before and had rich experience. Roland couldn't help casting a sympathetic look at Lancelot.

The 150 people were exactly half promoted by noon, the noon ceremony was suspended, and both the promoted and the promoted had a short rest.Everyone refrained from showing excessive fatigue, after all, it was such a grand day.But it was clear that they were all exhausted from the morning's standing and exposure to the sun.The most admirable one is probably the host, Merlin. He talked almost continuously all morning, and the content was still the same. His willpower is really commendable.It was not easy for Kai. He was the one who wore the most clothes among all the people present. It is estimated that the iron plates of the armor would have been hot in the morning.Guinevere worked even harder. The canary-like women in the palace had to endure the same hardships as a group of big men like them who were not afraid of wind and sun...

In short, this trip Roland understood that being a knight is a physical effort, in various senses.

After a short rest, the ceremony continued.Fortunately, the weather gradually became cooler in the afternoon. When I was promoted to Lancelot, it was already dusk in the western sky, and the gentle evening breeze made me feel refreshed.

It wasn't until this moment that Lancelot finally saw the specific appearance of the lion medal.The cross shrouded in holy light is the background of the entire badge. In front of the cross, the lion stands upright, holding a scale and a sword symbolizing fairness and justice in its two paws off the ground. The lines are detailed and the carvings are exquisite.The servant boy's dexterous fingers pinned the less than two-inch-long badge on the lapel for him, and put on a red cloak for him.After that, there are step-by-step blessings and oaths.

Merlin concluded by saying: "Guardians of the City of Gold, you have gathered here today to witness that the Father's Grace has given him glory. Rise, Lancelot Niemovius, Warrior of the Marsh, and welcome to the Round Table Knights."

Lancelot was taken aback when he heard the words, and then doubts arose in his heart. "Land of the Lake"?Why not Gaul?when