My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 011 Gao Wen

PS: My stomach ached today, and I had a fight with a good injection of oil. I'm not in the mood for it. This chapter only updates at a little more than a little bit. Everyone is more inclusive ~

PS1: Get a ticket with your face on ~

Wine party, super boring.

With a cup of fruit juice, Keiral sat on the side of the flower pot and watched the adults laugh and curse and smile, but this exclamation was born. The guests were not there yet, so King Joseph, the host, had not come out yet, and Keiral still had time to sit here in the flower pot and slowly look at the exclamation inside.

“Are you Andrei's old son?” Traveling with great arrogance, several figures blocked the view of Kerall.

“Ah?” Kerall raised his head strangely, but found several children about his size behind his buttocks, watching them with long chestnut brown hair, nostrils facing the sky, Kerall smiled gently, but took the juice and sipped gently. He had no interest in these children fighting for jealousy because of their fathers' instruction.

“You bastard!” Looking at people in a leisurely posture, a few children suddenly got angry, and they lived in the praise of Aristocrat since childhood, their patience and temper were not very good. The so-called rich and powerful generations were mistaken for the scum of the new society because they were surrounded by these people, like Kerall who had autonomous thinking but who mixed Cyber from a residue into a qualified aristocrat butler, that is the difference.

I sighed helplessly and was about to scare the kids with yoga, but suddenly I heard a loud drink. “Hey, you guys want to fight! ”

I only saw one of the children shaking and twisting his head, but I saw a little blonde boy slip over and ask aloud with his waist in it: "Do you want to fight? Sola, Lila, Moses. ”

“You, what are you doing, Gavin? I'm telling you, we're not afraid of you right now. I don't believe you!” It's like thinking about something, like a bunch of kids a mouse sees a cat shouting for the first person.

Everyone seemed courageous to hear him say that, but only a short blonde boy smiled and squeezed his fist: “Your Majesty is not out now! By the time His Majesty gets out, I'll have you all packed up. ”

A group of children suddenly showed fright, shouted and then broke up.

“Hey, are you Kerall, my awesome cousin?” Kerall stopped following the boy's appearance, just watching the man inside go wild until the boy blocked Kerall's sight.

“Well, who are you?” Kerall looked up and saw the voice filled with energy and the whole person appeared to be a vibrant blonde boy.

“It's amazing.” The little boy was amazingly amazed, but Kerall had no idea what he was talking about.

“Are you my cousin?” The little boy screamed.

“No, to be honest, I have no idea who you are, so your cousin must be mistaken.” Keiral Nature's Way is likely to be one of his aunts or uncle's sons, but Keiral still wants to get out of this trouble until the adults know.

“Hey, hey, don't be so cold! My name is Gavin. How are you, cousin?” The blonde little boy said brilliantly, with a loud voice, presumably just as loud as he usually sounds.

“Gavin?” Kerall came to be interested, and now that he knows King Uther, he cannot fail to know King Arthur, he must not fail to know the twelve knights of the round table under King Arthur's command.

The two factions headed by Lancelot and Gavin were King Arthur's right arm, and the Knights of the Twelve Round Tables united tightly around King Arthur to create the Celtic famous Sigermanic Twelve Battles, except for the instant collapse of this unity after Lancelot seduced King Arthur's queen, Niggerville, and the instantaneous collapse of the entire Celtic kingdom of Camelot - outside the Roman threat, beside Lancelot.

Even King Arthur, the wise one, ultimately couldn't resist the power of gossip.

Kerall lamented when he thought of it, and I'm afraid if King Arthur had the same determination to kill as the Le Führer, the Celts wouldn't have been robbed like lambs, looted yesterday by the Viking pirates, plundered today by the Romans, and exploited tomorrow by the Gauls.

After losing the king, it became clear that the people who regretted it were no longer sympathetic to them and abandoned the king. They abandoned their own people. Who would have any sympathy for those who betrayed their own people?

Kerall became interested in this little boy who called himself Gavin and was his own cousin.

Feeling his own scare, Kerall's gaze creeps over Gavin.

“I heard you invented red wine?” Gavin spoke voluntarily and looked at Kerall brightly and asked.

“Kind of.” Brandy is one of the wines - it's made from grapes.

“Oh, oh, oh! It's amazing! My dad loves red wine, but the Romans are enemies, and Pops can't take it anymore. It would be nice to have your wine now, Pops can drink it. ”

Kerall didn't expect Gavin, a big, big boy, to think about what his father liked. It was difficult for a big, big boy like him, and Kerall was moved a little bit.

“His Majesty seems to be here. Let's go see His Majesty.” There was a sudden sound of music in the lobby, and Gavin, who knew what it meant, pulled up Kerall excitedly and ran to the lobby.

Almost everyone in the lobby was there, and the concierge was merely a flute of joy from the blower to greet the king.

Click-click… with the knight's armor slowly coming out of the center of the rhythm hall that is unique to the floor, it is clear that this knight is acting as an instrument team to support the king's dignity.

Wearing several sapphires around the embedded crown and a cape made of pure white mink, King Joseph finally paved the road, stepping on soft deer leather boots.

King Joseph gave Kerall a standstill. In his time defending his father, King Joseph seemed to be an old man. But now this king is a standard white face. His skin is well maintained by a middle-aged man, and his beard has been carefully decorated to add a lot of manhood to him. He wears a crownless but authoritative smell on his head. A knight's sword on his waist not only makes people feel fancy, but brings the scent of a battlefield of sand to his face. The perfect combination of power and force on King Joseph's body!

The little girl with curly hair, like a doll, jumped right over King Uther's head and stared behind King Uther, and Kerall's eyebrows wrinkled slightly. Merlin, why are you here?