My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 035 Regression

PS: The first one is more... I don't know if the second one will make it. If you can't wait, go to sleep first.

“Back yet.” Keral's white jade fingers gently squeezed on his nose beam, and he spent the last few days overnight working on the division of labour and the system of slaves. The most painful, troublesome, dangerous, crippled and tragic work was of course done by slaves, but what was the most painful, tiring and troublesome was the division of labour or the division of Keral's specific charter.

Stay up all night and make Kerall's eyes a little red.

But Keiral has more important things to do.

Stand up and tell the maid next to you to tidy up her parchment and Kerall walks out the door.

Kerall doesn't like messy offices, and even though he messes them up himself, he always lets the maid clean them up.

Watching Kerall get up, playing with Keral-invented toys on soft wool carpets, Priscia hurriedly dropped the wooden puzzles and toys and caught up with Kerall.

“Inelie, call the others, we're leaving.” Kerall smiled and held Priscia's hand and said to Inélie.

Although all four swords became Keiral's bodyguards, most of the time only one person stayed with Keiral for 24 hours. Even though Keiral was surrounded by Priscia, Priscia slept with Keiral even as she slept, making the swords even more uncomfortable. The so-called bodyguards were better off guarding against the sudden outbreak of Priscia.

“Well," Inélie was always the most decisive, although Dinesha was stronger than her, not knowing how many times, but as a subordinate, Inélie was the most competent, and Dinesha's kind of belly-black destiny, with a mouth that killed you three thousand, and Inélie was the perfect subordinate for the irresponsible guy with the myocardial infarct —— insignificant, serious, perfectly executed every task, most importantly, she was also very brainy!

“Is it all here?” When Keiral held Priscia on the horse, the swords had come out dressed neatly, smiled and nodded. Keiral looked at Atolis coming out of the horse beside him, silent. Keiral did not know what he was thinking, his eyebrows were slightly flimsy and very attractive - the thinking man was the most attractive, although Keiral was now just a boy.

Sleeping gently in Kerall's arms, Priscia's gaze at Kerall was no longer that of naked greed and hunger, but rather that of Dinesha, who looked at Claire —— relying.

“Huh.” Kerall loosened his slight eyebrows and pinched Priscia with his hands, and now he is: nine years old, while Priscia is fourteen. The ghosts know how they develop this strange and delicate relationship.

Anyway, Priscia stopped asking him to eat meat and thanked those who were at risk —— and the thriving commercial streets, who were tireless in bringing robbers, robbers, and thieves, whose death sentences would no longer be decided by rope, whose fate was to feed Priscia.

Keiral hasn't found a reason to change Priscia's appetite in five days. Keiral knows that there's zinc, iron, and so many other microbes in her gut, but what Priscia really needs, he doesn't know much about human research, he likes political and life settings, and he only knows one thing about human research —— a guy who's obsessed with weapons will definitely know about the body —— but never goes deep, Keiral knows the extent of the body's power, but he doesn't know what a demon needs to eat his gut.

In Kerall's view, no animal is a monodiet, human beings need meat and vegetables, fungi and seafood, and cow horses need grass and soybeans, and even barley and wheat, the latter two are not enough for humans, so horses today are mostly grass and soybeans, thanks to the underdeveloped technology of the world, soybeans have not developed extruded oil, bean products, tofu, soybean milk, etc. (the development of beans is usually China, on the contrary, Europe, which is poorly applied to beans, has always been horse farming for beans: copies are too hard, and their dishes are too monotonous, so beans are really lacking in applications. So beans are high yield and have always been used as feed for cows, horses, sheep.

And it's so strange that demons are single-eaters —— human beings think it's a food, even if it's the difference between the gut and the flesh, they're too picky to just eat people?

The reason why humans pick food can be because they don't like the taste, and because a demon who has lost his mind picks food, there is only one reason: he needs to consume some absolutely necessary substance from that food.

Like a cat eating a mouse because it needs taurine in the mouse, otherwise it goes blind.

Kerall shook his head gently and shook it out of his head. His recent thoughts were a little too much, was it because of too much?

Smiling, Kerall eats and pinches Priscia's face. Priscia has a wide forehead and short hair that makes her look spiritual, while her temperament is very naive. She also has this fine layer of plush and baby fat on her face that Kerall loves to ravage her cheeks.

Tsema walked next to Kerall, and Atollis was very uncomfortable with Kerall's intimate treatment of a "monster". Anyway, he was also a person who had seen the body of a large forehead. He had some palpitations for the attitude of a large forehead. In Atollis' view, Kerall was too risky - it was best to let Dinesha burst into a demonic force.

I don't understand Keiral's attitude, but Atollis is a knight's servant who follows a chivalry, and will never say anything about the monarch, even if Keiral does it to all the women in the lord * * when he grows up, he won't say a word.

He's such a tough guy.

If it's rigid, she should be more right than Inélie.

A lot of people are waiting at the gate for the arrival of the Grand Duke of Andrei, which comes from the heart, and the ship of the Grand Duke of Andrei carries slaves directly, orphans and knights back from the sea, which is why it is faster than Kerall.

Keiral was well above all four uncles in his position as the son of the Grand Duke, so Keiral deserved to be at the forefront of everyone as the second-highest leader in the entire Red Leaf Ridge.

Andrei's grand princess walked in front of everyone, his beard shrugged because he was too happy.

When a huge team arrived in front of Red Leaf Ridge, looking at Kaylar in the head, Grand Duke Andrei glanced at him so hard that they crossed, and Grand Duke Andrei whispered next to Kaylar, "Son, what are you going to do with these prisoners? ”

Even if we don't kill them, we will never put them back unconditionally so that they can continue to ravage Camelot.