My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 049 NAZI formula

PS: OTZ, it's in poor condition, it's called a diaper breakdown, like a spring surge... but it can't come out today. Tomorrow is even worse, let's do this today ~

PS1: That, and just for the sake of more characters, I specifically opened a [Request for Mercy], hoping that everyone involved in the scene can fill in the data if they want, now more than 6,000 people, I will satisfy everyone ~

“Celtic is the finest nation in the world!” Keiral's opening remarks stunned everyone, even Atollis.

“We have the oldest history in the world! We work hard! We invented creation! Let's do it! We're better than the Gaul looters! Hustling Greeks! Stupid Macedonians are a million times more noble!” Kerall's words are like cat claws, scratching their hearts, their spleens, their lungs and their kidneys, and every British people has a British dream in their hearts, just like England, which was dominated by the sea before World War II.

“But why this best nation! This noblest people will leave your wives alone and your families dead?” Keiral's words, like a steel needle, were firmly pinned into everyone's heart, his face was dark in the expression of most people now, and some girls couldn't help but hold their tears. That night not only made them lose their loved ones, but also put them in hell... shadow? Psychological shadow!

It's their eternal pain.

“Don't cry at me!” Keiral shouted, "Can only tears support your bones! Let me tell you what my goal is! ”

“My goal is to make Camelot rise, stand between other nations, and be the strongest! I want the Romans, the Macedonians, to see us Camelos bending over, to hear us Camelos scared! ”

“Listen to me! You're seeds! It's the seed of the entire Camelot civilization, and I want you to take that responsibility, grow up with me, and cheer Camelot with me! Would you be willing to assume this responsibility, which is likely to take a lifetime?!” Kerall asks.

There's only one answer, tooth biters, only teenagers who have to be trained first, and educated!

“All in six! Three columns for men and three columns for women!” Keiral ordered that the first time they lined up, they seemed very helpless, took a full half an hour of 6,000 people, which was six rows, which made them very embarrassed. They had just vowed to revitalize Camelot, and now they can't even line up, which is disgraceful.

“Good, now start with height, short in front, high back.” Keiral's orders do not prohibit them, he only allows them to adapt slowly.

“Remember where you are now.” Keiral shouted, "Now the first platoon comes up to register, and the second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth platoon sits. ”

The girls are in the first to third platoons, and they seem a little fearful. The first one is the shortest, and Kerall is not just a girl with high shoulders. How old is she, six years old? Five or younger?

The girl with the blonde curly hair, like a doll, came to the first, dressed in ordinary clothes and fearlessly, and everyone was looking over here.

Kerall tells Saber to hold a fountain pen and record it on parchment paper, while Kerall squats down a little bit and looks at the little girl: "Son, tell me your name. ”

The little blonde curly girl hesitated and whispered, “Bailey, my name is Bailey. ”

“What's your last name?” Kerall asked gently, and the iron blood style just now was entirely judged by the two of them.

“...” I stopped and finally started crying: “Whoo... no last name! Dad said I had no last name after he died. ”

“Don't cry, don't use tears to explain your weakness, and tell me your last name later.” Kerall's big hand rests on her head: "Bailey Etok, what a nice name. ”

“Saber, just write it down.” Kerall turned around and said.

“What about age?” Touching Belly's head, her hands felt good and her blonde head looked very soft.

“Seven, seven.” Belly's temper should be introverted, gentle and restrained, and she should be a good teacher.

So defined in Kerall's mind.

“No. 1, Bailey Etok, age seven, sex, female. ”

Kerall said softly, then patted Belly's little brain melon, "Go on, go to the end.” Belly, who has been so nervous, is finally relieved.

Running all the way to the end, this time up was a bad spirit, two brown girls with ponytails, also around the age of seven or eight, only to see her say: “My name is Letty...”

The girl in the first row finally finished, stood up from the stool and rubbed her already sore wrist, bowing slightly: “So young master, it's time to eat, I'll go manage it. ”

“Well, you go.” Keiral sat in the position Cyber had just taken, smiling slightly at the rest of the four columns as they were disturbed, and said to Cyber.

Turn over the list that Cyber just registered, and Kerall starts annotating, starting with the first Bailey.

Next to Bailey: Squeezy, introverted, if trained, would be a good teacher.

The second Letty annotation was: impulse, so strong, so greasy, in need of psychological counseling, exercising, capable of serving as a sergeant.

So slowly, in the annotation, he finally came with 20 cars of food, and the drivers were multi-talented maids. Compared to those who looked like vases, Keiral was carrying out elite education. The maids not only had to read, they could cook, clean, do housework, but they also had to defend themselves: including Wing Chun and Judo. Keiral tried to strengthen the personal combat skills of the maids on the basis of yoga. Keiral did not ask them to go out and kill enemies, but he had to solve the martial arts of a few strong men empty-handed. Otherwise, he asked his father to protect him? Since Atollis arrived, Leighton's life has been restored to his father, and that's why Kerall did it.

Eating is simple, creamy potatoes, Englishman's favorite, plus sweet milk soup, because there is no corn yet, so what corn sweet milk soup will have to wait.

Keiral really wants to make buns and buns, think about it or give up, compared to making simple bread, and noodles, rubbing noodles, ramen, steaming, time, it's all a problem, Keiral's knowledge of food is mostly on premium ingredients, how do you know about low-level things other than eating them?

Creamy potatoes served with white bread and sweet soup, a plate is just right, not enough to raise hands, naturally there are maids down to distribute, the dishes are simple, but the dishes are cooked, 6,000 people's dishes, the maids who have been preparing since noon are almost exhausted.