My Knights of the Round Table

The group of commoners who came to watch the birth of the king were undoubtedly the most delighted.

They have always believed in the authenticity of the prophecy, and have always revered the mighty King Uther and the magician Meli.

They firmly believe that the new king will rescue Camelot and them from hunger and war as predicted, and restore the glory of Camelot in the past.

Perhaps, they were also confused when they saw the performance of the knights present.

but...

Now that they saw that someone actually pulled out the sword in the stone, all the confusion in their hearts disappeared.

On the contrary, he strengthened his thoughts even more.

What comes easily is often not cherished.

"Welcome my king!"

They all knelt on the ground.

As Mei Li's purple eyes swept across the knights and nobles present with a smile, some people also chose to kneel on the ground and offer their loyalty.

Anyway, it was Hector and Kai who knelt first, not shabby.

Some dukes and lords who were under pressure, although they did not choose to kneel like them, chose to bow their heads to show their loyalty.

Of course, there is more dissatisfaction and confusion.

Still stubbornly standing on the training ground, looking at this boy who, apart from being handsome, seemed useless to them.

"I'm not convinced!" A harsh voice sounded in the arena.

Kai, Hector, and the commoners in the arena all looked at the man badly.

Mellie looked at Artolis with a smile.

"How do you solve it, I'm curious."

How should Artolis solve it?

Artolis was ecstatic, he felt that if this was an anime with a narration, then it would already ring in his ears.

'Ding, your protagonist's halo has arrived. '

If you want to fall asleep, someone will give you a pillow. Isn't this the most familiar part of pretending to be slapped in the face?If he didn't come out, Artolis really didn't want to go off to fight them.

thank you.

Looking at the hot-blooded young man, Artolis expressed his sincerest gratitude in his heart.

About the same age as Artolis, he was the young man who had just explained it to Artolis. His face was arrogant, his blue pupils were full of jealousy, and he stared at him with gritted teeth.

"Young is good." Artolis's original heavy heart was relieved a lot.

The big nobles and lords who were present were all squinting honestly.

Although King Uther and Meili had a low approval rate among the knights, they were absolutely second to none among the commoners, and they were no different from gods.That prophecy was naturally worshipped as a god by the ignorant commoners. They really believed that the king in this prophecy would definitely save them.

Although the nobles here regard these commoners as no different from pigs and dogs, but with more pigs and dogs, they will have a headache, and if there are no pigs and dogs, what do they eat and live on?

Provoking Artolis here is tantamount to standing on the opposite side of all Camelot civilians, and no one with a head is willing to do so.

Most of them will choose to pretend allegiance, go back and discuss solutions together. The big deal is that Yin and Yang go against the grain, waiting for Artolis to make mistakes and his image among the common people will plummet. Then they will spread some rumors, exert some pressure, and directly put him Pull it down and replace it with a king who is in their interests.

Most of the young knights did not dare to take the lead at this time, only expecting a miracle to happen.

Then, the miracle came.

Of course, there are a small number of loyal ones, but that number is tiny.

"Elien, what do you want to do?" Artoris was about to speak, but was interrupted by an angry voice.

Silver shawl with long hair, beautiful eyes like emeralds, a delicate face like the cutest doll, her skin as white as butter, and her bare arms are even more white and tender. If it wasn't for the knight armor she was wearing, perhaps I thought she was a princess sent by some country to watch the king-selection ceremony.

Artolis was stunned, as was a thirty-something noble behind her.

Seeing his sister's angry look, Duke Lucan sighed.

Only the knights and commoners had their eyes on the doll-like girl.Almost all the nobles and lords behind the young knights looked at themselves, asking and curious. Of course, they were more surprised.

He originally wanted to sell it, but this time there was no way out. He didn't care about the things in the field, but turned his attention to Mei Li, who was looking at him with interest, and nodded helplessly.

"Silly sister."

Chapter 7 Chapter 7 Bedivere

"B... Bedwell."

Seeing the angry girl, all the negative emotions on Elion's face instantly dissipated, and she became overwhelmed.

There is admiration, puzzlement, anger and fear in his eyes, all kinds of emotions mixed in blue pupils.

For a while, he couldn't tell which one was facing her and which one was facing him.

Artolis didn't dare to think about it.

When someone came forward, Artolis was embarrassed to go off the court and fight with Elion. After all, it was too detrimental to his current identity. He could only cheer for the knight named Elion silently in his heart.

"What do you want to do?"

Bedivere's delicate and pretty face was full of anger, and he stood up facing Elion's direction, his slender wrists clenched the long sword around his waist, and the blue veins on the back of his hands burst out.

There is no doubt that if Elion dared to do anything, she would draw her sword and kill him in an instant.

Elion looked at the angry look of the girl in front of him, and his heart was mixed.

Originally, I wanted to challenge that wild guy from nowhere, and defeat him in a duel.In this case, as a loser, as long as he still has a little dignity as a man, he will be embarrassed to continue to be king.

Even if he is the king with a cheeky face, his reputation or other aspects will be seriously damaged. Even if he sits in that position, it will not last for a few days, and he will be driven down sullenly.

No matter what kind of ending, he would like to see it.

Who knows, Bedivere's sudden appearance overturned all plans.

It's not just his admiration for this doll-like delicate and lovely girl.

More importantly, he couldn't beat her.

This girl, who is as cute as a doll, not only looks cute and has a wealthy family background, but also has amazing martial arts. Whether it is swordsmanship or marksmanship, there are few rivals among knights of the same age.

At least in Camelot, it is.

It can even be said that if there is no dark horse in this competition, her victory will be without doubt.

If it wasn't for the fact that Bedivere didn't have any desire to be king, these knights wouldn't be able to engage in any competitions, but would be ready to start thinking of other ways.

He was stared at by other people's eyes full of various emotions, locked by the angry eyes of his sweetheart, and his plan was overturned. His thoughts stopped for a while, and his mind was in a mess, and he couldn't think of a good way to break the deadlock. .

Suddenly, someone pushed him from behind.

Elion quietly turned his head and saw a group of young knights who were looking forward to it.

Encouraged, Elion's thoughts turned as he looked at the girl, raised his hand, stretched out his finger, and pointed his finger at Artoris, who was holding the sword in the stone in the field.

"Don't get me wrong, I just think the decision to be king by drawing that sword is too hasty."

Artolis was overjoyed.

"That's the prophecy of King Uther and Mage Merry. Your thoughts are not important, you just need to honestly dedicate your loyalty to the new king." Bedivere said coldly.

Artolis was worried.

Elien was speechless by Bedivere, and was suddenly pushed behind his back.

He turned around and saw a knight about his age.

"Baker, can't you get a man on your own? Why do you keep pushing me?" Elion growled in a low voice.

The young man named Baker shrugged and looked indifferent.

"Then I'll go, and tell you, the grapevine, that guy is just an apprentice knight."

"Don't blame me for not reminding you."

With that said, Baker looked eager to try, and was about to step forward.

"Apprentice knight?" Elion's expression changed.

The guy's clothes are not poor, and the poor can't be knights, and the huge appetite can eat them down.

But I haven't seen that guy before, and it is estimated that it should be the son of an ordinary noble from other places.

As the son of a nobleman, he is still a knight apprentice, which means that the strength of that guy is very weak.

Elion is overjoyed.

The problem now is Bedwell, who is standing in the way.

"I just want to test against the new king to see if he is worthy of my allegiance."

Elion hurriedly turned around and said righteously, for fear of being robbed of this opportunity by Baker.

He didn't notice at all, the flash of purple light in Baker's eyes, and the slightly confused look in Baker's eyes after he turned around.

"The king of Camelot has no weaklings." He said righteously.

"You..." Bedivere drew his sword out of the sheath, his angry eyes almost shattering Elion's body.

"Well said." Suddenly, Artolis said suddenly, "The king of Camelot has no weaklings."

"Huh?" Elion was stunned, and found that Artoris was speaking.

Elion is overjoyed.

"Huh?" Bedivere turned his head and looked at Artolis in confusion.

Of course, Artolis couldn't let Bedivere go on.

Go on like this, don't say that the chance of pretending to be slapped in the face is gone, in case Bedivere really drives them away, the chance of pretending is not a big deal. In a few days, it is reported that the new king of Camelot has been beaten by a woman. Protection, dare not meet the challenge, news of a guy who can only hide behind a woman and tremble.

Regardless of the shame of Artolis, the number of people who are willing to follow him will also be greatly reduced. After all, no one is willing to swear allegiance to a king who only hides behind women.