Davidian's Holy Grail War

"I know you meant well by chatting with me, but your mouth is just too venomous. If you ever get ambushed and chased by someone, don't call me. I absolutely won't come to your rescue."

"Hahaha, after all, they call me a sharp-tongued person. If I didn't have this mouth, I really don't know how I would have survived to the end among you bunch of freaks."

Kaiqing laughed instead; after all, his sharp tongue was his trademark, and he was quite pleased with that about himself.

Chapter 128 The Return of the King

Since Lancelot's return, the only ones currently outside are Gawain and Artoria, who went to fetch him.

Davidian also received the letter from the King; everything was going smoothly, and they were already on their way back.

Preparations for the wedding venue can begin now; it is sure to be a grand wedding.

Meanwhile, the Archbishop of Canterbury, the contemporary ecclesiastical bishop, also personally visited Camelot, the chalk city.

When the elderly man, who was over seventy years old, arrived in Camelot, Davidian and Agravivan personally went to greet him.

This is the highest leader of the church. With his approval, our king will be perfect in terms of legitimacy.

After arriving in Camelot and resting for one night, this big shot invited David to show him around Camelot.

After all, this was his first time in Camelot, and he wanted to find a place to properly enjoy the scenery of the entire city.

“This is truly a perfect city. I visited here once when Vortigern ruled. The city was completely different then. You must have put in a lot of effort to rebuild it.”

The Archbishop of Canterbury, supported by Davidian, walked up the city walls and looked down upon the magnificent city of Camelot. At his age, the old man was content to witness such a miracle.

"It certainly took a lot of effort, but it was worth it. Our king hopes to bring a bright future to the people and to build a better country."

Camelot, the City of Flowers—that's what posterity will likely call this city. Let's hope that from this point forward, we can usher in a brighter future for this island.

Davidian responded to the archbishop's words with a smile, and the archbishop also laughed heartily.

"I've already heard the details from Merlin. You are all such hardworking children, and I'm truly happy to see such a heartwarming scene at the end of my life."

"At that time, I will personally offer my sincerest blessings to the newlyweds. I will also personally witness his coronation ceremony."

Upon hearing the archbishop's words, Davidian was initially overjoyed, but then became puzzled: "Archbishop, are you merely witnessing? Shouldn't you personally perform the crowning ceremony for our king?"

"Hehe, there's no need for that. Let Merlin, who is both a father and a mentor, perform the crowning ceremony. This old man of mine will be content as long as he takes out the crown and witnesses all of this."

The archbishop coughed twice at this point, but after looking down at Camelot for a while, he said, "Alright, help me back to the carriage. You don't need to accompany me anymore, I'll go back to the palace to rest."

Davidian nodded, then helped the Archbishop of Canterbury down the city wall and had his servants escort him back to the palace.

He himself certainly wouldn't go back yet, after all, he had only just begun his patrol for the day. It wasn't time to return to the palace to handle domestic affairs so soon, and this daily patrol was also a rare opportunity for David to get some fresh air.

However, it seemed that today was destined to be an eventful day. Agraven strode up the steps and came to stand before Davidian.

Davidian told him to catch his breath before continuing, but what could be so urgent for Agraven? Had all the island's princes rebelled? That would be wonderful.

"Our king is almost here. The scouts have just arrived at the city walls and reported back to me. Please come with me to greet him."

Upon hearing Agricole's words, Davidian immediately perked up, and the two quickly walked down the steps to the main entrance to wait patiently.

At the same time, Agguwen immediately ordered the attendants who had come with him to return to the palace to make other necessary preparations.

When the two arrived at the city gate, they could already see the flags raised high in the distance and a huge convoy of vehicles.

David shook his head. It seemed that King Rodgerns' dowry for his daughter was truly extravagant.

Could this be the legendary practice of giving a larger dowry because the father is afraid his daughter won't have a good life?

Artoria, riding Don Starion, was the first to arrive in front of the two and stop the entire group. Beside her was Gawain, riding Greengreat.

Seeing how energetic they both looked, David breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that although it was a long trip, it should be quite relaxing and enjoyable.

“David, Lord Agraviwen. During my absence, the maintenance of Camelot has been entrusted to the two of you. It has been a great help.”

Artoria dismounted, and her first words were of gratitude to David and Agravure for their efforts in maintaining Camelot during this time.

"We are unworthy of such praise," Davidan and Agravure said in unison. Artoria simply smiled and stopped arguing with them about it.

After all, she knew that no matter how much she praised these two people, they would only take what they did for granted and would not be proud of it.

She turned to Gao Wen and said, "Gao Wenqing, I'd appreciate it if you could take the princess into the palace first. I think it would be better for her to familiarize herself with her future residence, since she'll be living here for decades."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Gawain respectfully led the entire convoy past the three of them toward the palace, while Artoria stayed behind to accompany Agravivan and Davian.

After not seeing each other for so long, they did have some things to say to each other.

The three strolled through the city gate, climbed the steps, and ascended the city wall. Agravivan and David reported to King Wu everything that had happened in Camelot during this time.

Fortunately, the overall situation has been progressing as they predicted. Currently, nothing is beyond their control.

"However, a few kings have complained to us, saying that dealing with the Saxons is too difficult and hoping that we can send some men to help them. Really, can someone who can't even stand alone be called a king?"

Davidian couldn't help but complain like that. There was no way around it; these birdmen were just too lazy.

Although he harbored deep resentment towards King Arthur, he couldn't help but rely on him as long as Arthur was alive. Over this period, David had come to increasingly agree with this statement.

Artoria smiled and shook her head: "It's unavoidable. After all, they are paying their taxes in full, and it's only natural for lords in various places to want to rely on us. We can't blame them; they are still fulfilling their duties."

Seeing that the conversation between the two seemed quite normal, Agguwen secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He was afraid that at this moment, David would directly tell the king his crazy idea of ​​sweeping across all of Britain and annihilating all the princes.

Things then spiraled completely out of control, and by then, he probably wouldn't have enough heads to handle them all.

"So I think we should deal with all the feudal lords, eliminate them all, and then replace them with our own officials. What do you think?"

Chapter 129 Future Strategies

Artoria stopped first, followed by the other two. She couldn't help but turn to look at Davidian and ask, "Are you serious?"

Agguwen was now truly distressed, clutching his head in frustration.

Good heavens, he finally told the truth! He actually revealed it!

He still couldn't stop him, and now he could only pray in his heart that the king would not agree with David's idea. This idea was simply outrageous.

David turned around, and his eyes met Artoria's. At that moment, Artoria suddenly noticed that David's expression was more serious than ever before.

Davidian had never been so serious when discussing this strategy, and Artoria understood how earnest he was without him needing to say a word.

"Yes, I really want to do it if you agree. After the Saxons are completely driven out, I will deal with all the lords one by one."

I want to offer you a unified, complete Britain, entirely under your control; frankly, I've wanted to do this for a long time.

As Agravan listened to Davian's words, he kept his eyes fixed on Artoria, who was meeting Davian's gaze. "Please, my king, don't agree to this idea!"

If this idea were actually implemented, by the time Davidian swept across all of Britain, Britain would practically be dead.

After what seemed like a long wait to Agravure, Artoria finally answered:

“No, I know you have the ability to realize this idea, and I know you can definitely do it. But for Britain right now, this is a drastic measure. When they realize what's happening, it will trigger a war across the entire island.”

"This may be the first time our ideas have diverged."

Davidian said with a wry smile, "But if we don't do this, and wait until the moment we hit rock bottom and bounce back... Your Majesty, I can't imagine what will happen at that moment."

So before that, I need to deal with the things that might happen.

Moreover, if we can weather this storm, and with officials directly dispatched to govern the area, we will usher in at least ten years... no, possibly even twenty years of peace.”

But Artoria could only shake her head helplessly and say, "No, after the war against the Saxons ends, there will probably be a period of peace, during which we need to find a way to solve the fundamental problem."

If we can address the root cause, then the rule can be long-lasting and the people's lives can be stable. We can't resort to drastic measures now; we must find a solution gradually. Do you understand what I mean, David?

Artoria's attitude was also very serious. Because she understood Davian's inner thoughts, she responded with an attitude of equals, or even more. No, she couldn't agree to this plan, not now, and not ever.

A silence fell between the three of them. Agravan wanted to ask what the real problem was, but just because he didn't show his emotions didn't mean he was oblivious to the atmosphere; it was an atmosphere he couldn't easily interject into.

Finally, David Ann sighed and announced his defeat in this matter; he couldn't hold on any longer.

If our king does not agree, then as a subject, he has no right to overstep his bounds for his sovereign.

Artoria composed herself, smiled, and patted David on the shoulder to cheer him up. Then she spoke to David, offering words of comfort:

"Alright, alright, don't be too sad. I know you mean well, but your plan is still too ambitious. Fragile Britain simply can't withstand something like this, so just forget about it."

David could only respond with a wry smile: "Then so be it. I'll just throw this idea in that trash can over there. But it's still a pity, I always felt that as long as my plan succeeded, there shouldn't be any problems."

Agravan breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, his king hadn't gone mad along with Davidian. If they had, even he wouldn't have been able to stop them.

Then, with those militants mindlessly rushing in, the entire British Isles will probably descend into chaos.

“Minister Agguiwen, please forget about this matter. I know you have questions in your mind right now, which is exactly what I want to discuss with you after we resolve the issue of the alien races. At that time, I ask that you not be stingy with your wisdom and do your best.”

Artoria then looked at Agravain, reassuring him of his doubts while also telling him that there would definitely be a time in the future when his wisdom would be needed.

Agraven bowed slightly and replied, "Yes, I will burn myself to the last moment for the King's wish."

"So, regarding the issue of the alien races, is there a strategy?"

Artoria then steered the conversation to the most crucial issue at hand: the remaining Saxons on the island. How to resolve this? Presumably, David already had a solution in mind.

David nodded, extended his hand, spread his fingers, and said:

"The army will be divided into five routes, and the five armies will drive and force the remaining Saxon tribes to merge into one largest tribe, and then defeat them in one battle."

I will use this battle to drive all the Saxons out of Britain. That way, at least I will have offered you a Britain of the bare minimum.

"Five armies? Have you thought through the specific plans?" This time, Artoria laughed genuinely.