The Round Table Gradually Appears

To embark on an expedition, having an excellent lord is not enough; one also needs knights to follow.

Anno's most pressing problem right now is that he has no troops under his command.

The original Britain Chalk Knights followed the path of elite soldiers; although there were only a hundred or so of them, their combat power was outrageously strong.

Now, without the knights of the Britain Chalk Knights who possessed outstanding individual strength, and with only a few days left, Anno had no way to recruit soldiers from the surrounding villages and could only find a way within Camelot.

Court attendants, city wall guards, private soldiers of the nobility—as long as they had combat capability within the royal city of Camelot, most were conscripted by Anno, barely forming a small team of five hundred.

"What is this? The strength of these people..." Kay felt a bit bored. Most of these hastily conscripted knights had mediocre strength. During the last-minute, cram-session style individual combat practice, Kay had knocked a knight to the ground with just two strikes.

"Fighting these knights is of no benefit. Sir Kay, why don't we give it a try?" Lancelot also felt bored; these knights were clearly just there to make up the numbers.

"Ho ho, it seems you have a lot of confidence in yourself, Lancelot." Kay's eyes narrowed, his longsword spun in his hand, and a fighting spirit surged from his body.

"Now that both you and I are subjects of the King, Sir Kay, you should call me Sir Lancelot." Lancelot said with a serious expression, "Given that you are older than me, well... excuse me!"

The longswords of both sides collided rapidly, sparking fire.

Anno watched all of this from not far away. This small team of several hundred people was gathered in a training ground for simple drills and the distribution of equipment.

Among this group, there were a few people Anno was particularly interested in.

One was a knight who looked like a youth but had a very stiff expression, one was a one-armed court attendant, and the last was the guard he had seen at the city gate that day.

The swordsmanship of these three far exceeded that of their peers, drawing Anno's attention.

The stiff-faced youth was named Agravain, the one-armed court attendant was named Bedivere, and the city gate guard was named Bors.

"Sir Lamorak." Anno called over Lamorak, who was distributing equipment, "Have Pindo and the others test the peak swordsmanship of these three."

"These three? I understand." Lamorak nodded, indicating he understood.

Agravain was organizing the equipment that had just been issued to him: a knight's broadsword and a full set of armor—that was all.

Horses and lances were still being urgently requisitioned and could not be issued yet.

Just then, a knight came before him.

"Agravain, right?" The newcomer's expression was steady, and unlike many of the gathered knights, this knight wore his own silver cloak.

He was one of the original Britain Chalk Knights.

Agravain nodded expressionlessly: "It is me."

"Lord Anno, the lord of the Knights, has ordered me to be your training partner. Let me introduce myself briefly; my name is Pindo." The knight was not arrogant, but spoke very calmly.

Agravain was stunned for a moment: "I understand."

With that, he took his knight's longsword from his equipment and stood opposite Pindo.

Along with him, the one-armed knight Bedivere and Bors were also undergoing the test.

The sword fight ended; although none of the three could gain an advantage against the knights of the original Britain Chalk Knights, they had already given Anno a great surprise.