My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 052: Crawford? Lawrence.

PS: Nima, I just got the harvest out and you think of Hero. If you're a girl, ask for a date, man is a dead faggot! It's so clear!

PS1: Get a ticket! Hero, what's your favorite?

Crawford? Lawrence is a foot trader.

The so-called pedestrian traders and bards are no different: their friends are all over the world, and they go only to destinations that can benefit them, the former for money and the latter for journalism.

After a month of hesitation, Lawrence finally intends to board a friend's merchant boat and accompany a friend of the bard to see the legendary merchant's holy place, Fort Red Leaf.

Despite the fact that the business tax is as high as 50%, if you pay the tax, the merchants' association will support you, you will be deceived and blackmailed, then the merchants' association will not hesitate to bring the person to court, and the people's court will summon the person, arrest him and make a fair decision.

Of course, it is said that very few Red Leaf Ridge criminals have emerged in a linear fashion since the first Gauls began to receive sufficient value for their contribution, bail became a civilian and the cohesion of the entire Red Leaf Ridge began to rise. Everyone, including slaves, was working to upgrade their ranks, and the burst force at that moment, like the landslide tsunami, was the great leap forward era of the year * * *.

To be honest, Lawrence doesn't believe in these words because he knows too much about the moisture in the bard's singing. Eighty percent is no surprise, okay?

“You have no courage to face the devil when you are a desolate girl ~”

“You have the courage to face death without the courage to resist the ugly fear ~”

“Have you ever thought of a girl in a cold wasteland in your happy and productive life?”

“They are desolate, lonely, silver-eyed and beautiful, but they are seen as enemies of mankind.”

Lawrence's ears were filled with the sound of a grudging harp, and his first note had been heard. This was "Demonic Poetry", which began in the sixth month following the exorcism proclamation made by “Little Sage" Kerall. The author is said to be the talented, little Sage.

With a laugh, this song has a lot to do with the proclamation of exorcism. It is almost a translation of the proclamation of exorcism. As the swords with silver-eyed eyes used to sarcastically reflect on the meagre self-esteem of mankind, hearing the last verse almost made people cry and deeply reflect on their sinister past.

Lawrence loved the poem even though he didn't believe it was written by a child under the age of 18.

Every time I hear it, it purifies me. Sublimated Lawrence relies on his head shaking behind the carriage to enjoy the joy of harps and singing.

In the first section, his friends stopped and suddenly shouted at the merchants nearby. Despite the extinction of the Camelot bandits, they were still accustomed to collective action as foot and foot merchants. They did not meet the big mall and had a very strong guard of adult men who could rely only on themselves and their companions, so foot and foot merchants hardly had a stomach stool, most of them had a good hand.

“This Brother Tai, the wings are very beautiful, very beautiful.” Someone praised the gentle voice as warm as a bath in warm water.

Surprised that this man spoke so charmingly, he opened his eyes and looked in that direction.

But a teenager riding a white horse with a milky white floating robe with a cape. If he hadn't ridden on Mount White, he would have landed on this dusty land. Lawrence guessed very maliciously.

Behind this white horse is a female knight riding a black horse, with delicate long blonde hair tied together like a braid for an English burst, and a close knight armor that adds a more irregular appearance to the delicate body she is developing.

After collecting the coins thrown from all sides, the bard who placed the coins in the bag heard the young man's praise and hurried off his hat: “It is an honour to hear your praise, my lord. ”

“Oh, are you guys going to Fort Red?” He nodded with a gentle smile and looked up and down at this powerful bard, smiling and asking.

“Yes, my lord, all of us are pedestrian traders who rush to Fort Red Leaf to attend the Harvest Festival, except me.” He bowed slightly.

“Are you Irish?” Kerall looked at the bard's bright red hair with some surprise.

“Exactly. ”

“It's amazing how Irish reject Camelot and how admirable you are to have the courage to step into Camelot, the land of the devil.” Kerall smiled and praised the fact that the exclusion between Ireland and the three peoples of Camelot and Scotland was so severe that Camelot, the owner of the King, had always preferred to call the Irish hillbillies, and that the Scots, who were regarded as gardens on the other side of the ocean, were despicable that many Camelots liked to mix the Scots and the Gauls… which was also the reason for their low level of literacy.

“Thank you for the compliment.” Hearing Keralna's gentle praise, like a gush of honey, was very comforting, and the bard had a proud look on his face.

“Are you foot traders?” Kerall looked at Lawrence's people.

“Yes, my lord.” Lawrence and his bard friend were closer together, so he could only come forward and answer. The young man was clearly a Red Leaf Ridge youth nobleman, the noblest of their pedestrian traders to be offended. The younger representative had a younger mind, and the higher weight represented that they could waste a month or even a few months of hard work in vain and even run with the white.

“I heard you were going to the Harvest Festival and I was wondering if you could take the liberty of asking what goods you were preparing.” Lawrence was amazed at the courteous but only more courteous answer of this young nobleman: “My lord, it's spices, spices from the Macedonian Empire. ”

“Huh!” the young nobleman whispered softly: "Are you not old enough to cross the Roman Empire to trade for the Macedonian Empire? ”

“My lord, the risk of crossing Rome is not great, selling the specialties from one place to another to mitigate the risk, so long as it is okay, and the successor people of the new monarchy on the Macedonian side are safe. It is said that in preparation for the war, I did not dare to buy food, but only low-cost and profitable goods such as spices, but I still feel the risk is great.” Lawrence said honestly.

His words sparked Kerall's eyes, "Excuse me, sir, what's your name? ”

“Crawford? Lawrence, sir, you can call me Lawrence.” Lawrence said.

“So, Mr. Lawrence, may I ask whether the spices you bring are seeds or powders?” There are two kinds of spices, one is seeds, including octagon and pepper, zinc, etc., the other is something like pepper powder. In value, the seeds need to be more suitable for storage. Eighty percent of Keral is sure that he is carrying seeds. It is thought that Camelot's climate to grow spices can not be ripened three or four times a year in India, but it can still be done once a year. For those historical novels where the spices can be found, Keral began to be enthusiastic about barbecue.

“Seeds are portable and easy to store, so most of the spice-flavored goods are made with seeds.” Lawrence laughed.

“Lawrence hasn't set foot yet, has he? Would you like to stay in the lower estate because I am very interested in the goods in your possession, can you tell me more about them?” Instead, Kerall reassured Lawrence.

Speak up in front of so many people, and even if there is any kind of usurpation, you can find someone immediately.

“Then I am dishonored, my lord.” Lawrence bowed slightly.