My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 006: King Uther

“Okay.” Kerall nodded, accepting the temptation. In an age where inflammation kills without penicillin, a viral cold, what could be more reassuring than having a life-saving cure? Even if it's not for me, my parents are old. In case of any illness, it's too slow to use TCD to treat them. I'm afraid the resistance between the two of them will never last that long.

“Sarah, I taught you, it's up to you to learn.” Swinging hands, it seems that they have great doubts about whether Kerall can learn to heal magic.

Kerall shook his head, and he was happy to accept the new knowledge. Can you learn?

This problem means nothing to Kerall.

Merlin herself would not restore magic, and according to her, her magic was more inclined to alchemy and pharmaceuticals, which she herself would not, but simply to teach Kerall with the knowledge in her brain.

It's as if physics teachers can't make atomic bombs, chemistry teachers can't make penicillin, but Merlin can teach them not, and that's the truth in itself.

It's just...

“My God, it's only been two hours.” Looking at Kerall with his magic array flashing on his hands, Merlin thinks it took her a few years to learn magic before living on a dog!

But Keiral's next move creeped her out, seeing that Keiral picked up the dagger that had fallen on the floor and without hesitation cut a knife on that white wrist, the blood burst out and dripped down Keiral's hand to the floor.

“You're crazy!” Merlin just sees Kerall treat herself with a healing magic she's not yet skilled at flashing, and she just feels like crazy.

Kerall slowly healed under that immature healing magic treatment, eventually turning into a long, light red stripe, which is a newly developed muscle.

Keiral nodded softly and raised his head: “Very good, it only took a few seconds to heal the wound for a few days to heal. I don't know if the principle was to promote ultra-fast metabolism of cells around the wound or because it flowed directly through time, or...” Seven or eight guesses per hour were raised by Keiral. Keiral used to weigh Merlin finely, Merlin didn't have any reaction, whether she heard “cells” or “metabolism”, and guessed that Merlin was once Keiral from another world.

“However, there are also shortcomings, for which the effects are not known.” Kerall shook his head and struck Merlin with pride.

“Inherent illness? Do you get sick inside?” Melinch said.

Now the world still has pain on the trauma. For headaches, fever, cold, they all think it is the devil's accessory, to be burned directly. Of course, if you don't burn it, you lack medicine, but burning can prevent the infection. Kerall has not yet taken power and is not good at directly interfering with this custom. However, with this healing magic to support it, there are probably many things that can be done...

Kerall's brain thought quickly.

“Don't be too happy. These are just elementary healing techniques. There will be auxiliary, defensive, and even resurrected minutes after death!” Mellin won't be pressed down by Kerall, and redgg seduces her.

“Live and die, against heaven, I am not ashamed.” Keiral despises that the resurrection of the dead is inherently a reversal of the way of heaven. The river dries up and is resurrected because of rain, the deforestation is resurrected because of buds, and the dead are resurrected because of babies. If this resurrection is to be reversed, it must be the reversal of the way of heaven at the expense of the absence of a hall, and it is never acceptable.

“All right, all right! It's not good to start to be proud of yourself before you get to that point. That's it for today, and your knight should be waiting.” The two of them were up there for three hours, and Leighton would have forgotten the time if he hadn't known that Kerall was writing something, and would have climbed up looking for someone in heavy armor.

“I didn't write a word today because of you, alas.” Blaming Merlin, Kerall turned around and asked, “I see you're not too intelligent. Would you like to come to my Red Leaf Ridge to help my father, Andrei Etok, govern this side of the land? ”

“Oh...” Merlin laughed in disguise: "Andrei's stupid bear isn't worth my loyalty yet, I can now have a monarch, if you inherit Red Leaf Ridge in ten years, I might come to help you. ”

Kerall turned his head in disdain.

I just want to convey my will through your mouth and identity. Ten years from now, I'm thirteen years old, and I'm slowly accumulating the prestige to take over Red Leaf Ridge. What more do I need you to do?

He shook his head gently and said, “That's it for today, I'm leaving. ”

“Then I'll stay in your cabin and wait for you. Don't worry, I won't break your stuff. I can see it's all very useful stuff, but can you tell me what that set you just made? Ordinary people should have broken their bones long ago, right?” Knowing perfectly well what was most important in Kerall's most important cabin and keeping Kerall at ease, Merlin asked, looking at Kerall's intention to go down.

As she said, if it were an ordinary person, it would have broken already, and Kerall would have done it without effort, which was a terrible idea.

“You don't understand a lot about me.” Keiral slightly turned to Merlin and gently shook the rope in his hand, connecting the silver bell at the top of the roof with a light-hearted voice coming from a distance.

Suddenly Kaylar, sitting in the ascent and descent blue, slowly descended and stood in place for a long time. Merlin suddenly smiled: "Kayla Etok...? Funny, he's only three years old! This is smart, this is smart, this is good, this is brave... fantastic! It's amazing! If this boy joins the army, he will be the one in the world! If this child seeks power, he must be the one in the world! Funny! I would like to see how this little monster can grow!! ”

On the way back.

“Leighton...” Kerall sat on the horse, sulking.

“My lord, what is it?” Leighton's strange lowering of his head asked, his demon horse crossed the battle horse up to about two meters and weighed an estimated one. Even his pony was a demon horse, but he was about one meter and five because of his young age. Leighton looked at him and naturally lowered his head.

“Know the magic?” Kerall tries to ask.

“No, I don't believe in astrologers.” Layton resolutely refused.

“Just...” Leighton hesitated, “There is said to be a magician around King Uther who is not an astrologer, who seems to be called...”

“What?” Kerall's eyes lit up.

“Merlin... right?” Leighton said.

It's not because of Merlin that Keiral is in shock, it's a man's name - King Joseph, King of Camelot, Joseph Pandragon!

He may not be famous in history, but his son is King Arthur, the famous king in British history!