Lancelot walked down from the train station and stretched out. The warm sunshine shone on his whole body, making him feel comfortable and relaxed.

Is this Wharton?

The stable and strange upside-down space structure, the magic cage that traps the dragon, the home of several ancient families, and the heart of Inlans.

Having said that, several families in power today have his bloodline, or are descendants of his former "comrades".

It seems that following King Arthur is indeed correct. Even Mordred's descendants can become a famous family in England today.

What's interesting is that if they go back today, Lancelot believes that no family leader will welcome them, because all the knights have gradually lost contact since their heirs grew in size.

After all, Lancelot has at least dozens of children, and after a few hundred years, countless families, large and small, can be reproduced and spread throughout England.

And he couldn't even recognize the contemporary leaders of these families, so how could he possibly have anything to do with them? This is a very simple reality. For the Knights of the Round Table, who have nearly infinite lifespans, his descendants only occupy 100% of their lives.

A small corner.

Even though Gawain values ​​love and justice, the current Gawain family has almost no relationship with him. To Gawain himself, their importance is probably slightly higher than that of strangers and lower than that of acquaintances with ordinary relationships.

To Gawain's own family, the so-called nobles named after him are completely worthless. This man values ​​three things most in his life.

Relatives, Arthur, friends.

Lancelot had been his best friend.

But who allowed him to kill his relatives?

In the process of rescuing the queen, he killed two fellow Knights of the Round Table, who were also Gawain's brothers.

Although now that I think about it, this incident probably happened due to Mordred's interference, but it has already happened.

After that, Gawain found Lancelot, and the two had a duel. It was noon.

With his powerful strength and swordsmanship, Lancelot could only dodge and retreat in embarrassment under Gawain's offensive. He experienced a nightmare-like three hours. The person standing in front of him seemed not to be a human being, but some mobile

The burning star, as long as you get close to him, Lancelot will be burned by the blazing heat.

Fortunately, as time passed, Gawain's strength gradually returned to normal, and Lancelot was still the first warrior of the Knights of the Round Table.

In the end, he caught Gawain's flaw and left a terrible wound on his head, and he also kept his "title".

Gawain had a better swordsmanship than him, and during the first three hours of the duel, he was only thinking about how to survive.

But he is the winner, and Gawain is the loser.

It's a very simple truth. The key is how to view strength and weakness. According to Gawain, Lancelot is just lucky.

Lancelot's point of view is that the winner is always strong. He has won countless times, whether in duels or in love.

In terms of martial arts, he defeated the flawless Sun Knight, proving that he was the strongest member of the Round Table, but in love...

He defeated the most perfect man, the embodiment of the code of chivalry, the most talented military strategist and warrior, and the greatest king.

He won the heart of Queen Guinevere. When he knew that he was better than the king, his heart was full of guilt and self-blame.

But it is undeniable that he is also extremely proud and proud.

If you were to ask Lancelot himself what his greatest achievement was in his life, he would answer the two things above.

And what if you ask him about his biggest mistake?

The same two things.

Now he comes to Wharton.

He only has two simple little wishes.

Don't meet Gawain.

Then there's Don't Meet King Arthur.

Lancelot looked up at the sun in the sky. Although the sunlight itself made him feel warm and comfortable, he was still a little instinctively bored.

His worst three hours were spent under the scorching sun.

Now, he wants to step into King Arthur's territory at noon? Well, he is a bit superstitious, but Lancelot is willing to wait a little longer.

He looked at his watch, then walked to the bench outside the train station, sat down, and waited for the afternoon to arrive.

Suddenly, he turned his head and looked at a slowly moving train behind him. He could not hear the roaring whistle at all, nor could he see the moving metal monster or the thick black smoke.

His eyes were filled. He jumped over the train and looked at the railway. In a more distant place, there was a blazing sun, moving towards here in a very oppressive way.

This was an omen, Lancelot knew it.

So he got up, braved the scorching sun that made him feel upset, and crossed several streets until he saw a young woman in black who was elegantly dressed.

Of course, the highlight is her beautiful face.

Lancelot quickly walked up to her, showed his usual charming smile, and asked politely and gentlemanly:

"Miss, may I have the pleasure of knowing your name?"

She was stunned for a moment, and then replied expressionlessly:
Chapter completed!