Chapter 61 The sword fight between Tristan and Arthur
"Are you the younger brother of Aggui Wenqing?" Arthur sat on the throne, looking down at the young man kneeling below.
The boy is only eleven years old, but he is tall and tall, already over 1.5 meters tall.
He has a young and handsome face and soft golden broken hair. He is wearing a decent noble dress and kneels meekly and respectfully in front of his king and his uncle.
"Yes, King."
Arthur asked with a smile: "Why did you come to me, Gawain."
"Please allow me to be loyal to you, my king." Gawain raised his head solemnly, his tone and expression were mature and resolute that was completely inconsistent with his age, "I heard from brother Lan Malok that you wanted to organize the organization.
News of one of the most powerful and finest knights."
Arthur's smile gradually disappeared.
She was silent for a while, then slowly spoke: "Gawain, you are only eleven years old."
Gawain suddenly raised his head and met Arthur's lion-like eyes.
Majestic, serious and bright.
He couldn't help but pause for a moment, the words he wanted to say were blocked in his throat.
"Can you tell me your reasons, why you want to be loyal to me." Arthur leaned forward, showing an interesting expression.
Gawain took a deep breath and sorted out his words: "Because I am your nephew, the knight of Britain."
After saying that, he lowered his head deeply.
At this moment, a man with long red hair and dressed as a knight walked into the meeting hall.
Like Gawain, he kneeled on the ground with his right hand covering his chest.
"King Arthur."
Arthur's attention was attracted: "You are the one recommended by Teacher Merlin and Anno... Knight Tristan? The knight who wanders with princesses from other countries?"
Tristan stood up and nodded: "My name is Tristan, a 19-year-old wandering knight who serves without a master... He was originally the prince of the Kingdom of Mark."
What he meant was, even if I was once your enemy, do you still want to accept my allegiance?
Arthur smiled indifferently: "As the king of knights, I still have tolerance for others, as long as you swear not to betray."
Tolerance is an important virtue of knights.
"Tristan...and Gawain, come with me." Arthur stood up from the throne and led the two of them out of the royal court to a place.
A place of great commemoration.
In this place, Britain's late king Uther Pendragon had a duel with the legendary chalk knight Anno. Since then, Anno has been loyal to Uther and fought for Britain in the north and south.
Arthur's purpose of bringing the two of them here is self-evident.
She did not choose to use her own sword, the golden sword of victory, but picked up a stainless steel long sword on the weapon rack.
"Then - Lord Tristan, let me see how strong you are." Arthur said with a calm voice.
Tristan put his harp aside, drew his new sword, and took a deep breath.
"excuse me."
As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to have turned into an afterimage, and several sword blades were slashing at Arthur.
Suppressing the enemy with speed is Tristan's consistent style.
But Arthur's style can be said to be the same as Anno's - powerful and powerful, and Arthur can use some wind magic to assist in combat.
In just an instant, Tristan's offensive was blocked by Arthur.
"You are a little naive, Lord Tristan." Arthur drew his sword and drew close, the blade flickering.