My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 055: On the eve of Harvest Day

PS: Ask for a ticket... The Demon King is pretty good... the word count is almost 20W... I still can't sign for hair!

PS1: So if I renamed this book "My Wife Is Arthur," would there be more people?

PS2: Well... the choice of question lets me know that 30 people are reading this book = = 10: 1 The collection ratio is already very good...

“Huh ~!!” Though it was just dawn, the music was playing, and Scotland's unique version of the pipe was stress free! The low sink of the pipe matches the joy of the pipe, and the elegance of the harp, the whole of Red Leaf Ridge is already in full swing.

“Whoa whoa whoa!!!” How can a festival be without a stall? Food, it should be mentioned twice the usual price, but the buyer can't stop thinking about it. As for wine... drink it with confidence! Harvest this year! Wine will be sweeter next year!!

“Ah-ha-ha! What a paradise!!” Sitting in the middle of the staircase, a young man of at least two metres' worth, a wine jar on his left hand, a wheat glass on his right hand, Homai's drinking like a general, his Homai brought him real praise and applause, he laughed and said in Greek: “Addiction! What an addiction! The joy and enthusiasm of the people here is simply fantastic! ”

“Your Majesty! Didn't you just take the throne? Is it really okay to leave your people here to enjoy themselves?” A blonde, blue-eyed youth next door asked in a reprehensible tone in Greek.

“Kachanda yo! You're being too discreet! In just a few decades, if you don't enjoy yourself, you won't have the pleasure of being king!! Ah-ha-ha! Another bottle!” The last sentence is in English, addressed to the Camelot people.

Not so good this time! A big barrel of red wine was brought up, and the owner of the winery, an old man with a big stomach and a very big stomach, laughed: "Drink! The grapes will be ripe in a few months! Let go of my belly and drink! ”

“Oh, congratulations!” Watching a wagon of wheat is simply tied up and towed across the road by a four-wheelbarrow wagon, and people on the side of the road bring wine and food, it has to be said that the simplicity and enthusiasm of the people here makes him very enjoyable, quite different from Macedonian enthusiasm! Very good!

Just when a war frenzy counted whether the goal of the first conquest was this small country, the other side followed the carriage into the city and the two tiny figures stopped, as if shocked by this fanatical atmosphere, the two tiny figures less than one meter and seven looked everywhere laughing, shocked everywhere in the hearts of happy people as if their souls had been struck.

“Octavia, look, this is the smile the people should have, and the cold one in Rome, only the fanaticism and excitement in the martial arts, the hypocrisy and the cold in the court, it's really vomiting! This is the true capital of art! This is the real source of inspiration. This is the real country!” Reaching around in circles with his hands open, another man with the Roman heir's name, Octavia, pulled his cape very timidly: “Nah, Nero Nero! Keep your voice down and you won't be able to go back if you reveal your identity. ”

“Chop, Octavia, you're too brave! Forget it. Forget it! Enjoy yourselves, that thing in front looks delicious.” The pointy voice clearly shows that it's a girl.

Suddenly a big wind blows, the cloak is definitely blown out of the way, I'm afraid if my eyes didn't hurry, I wouldn't be able to find it. But then his face was exposed to everyone.

As if the air had solidified, almost everyone's eyes had looked at it, and the whole scene of joy had stalled.

Looking at the people around me with the gaze of God, Octavia felt creepy, as if everyone here had already seen the identity of the two...

How valuable is a Roman royal family? How much abuse will they suffer? It was creepy to think of the slaves bitten by the lions in the Roman Warrior...

“Ah-ha-ha!!” A laugh suddenly came along for a while, and a young girl walked up and held the girl named Nero.

“Al! Al! Al, isn't that Al? Where's Lord Kai? Is Lord Kai here yet?” The girl looked like she knew Nero well.

“Ha ha ha, knight Altoria came so early today! Has His Highness come yet?” The people around her laughed, obviously getting used to the affection for the two girls, but more concerned about Lord Kai in her mouth.

“Uh-huh.” Nero had no idea what they were talking about, and he had nothing to do with it.

Instead, it makes her more like a knight.

Sure enough, not long after she said it, there was a warmer, stronger applause at the end of the street, a cheer, and the screams of the ladies to be married among their girlfriends.

Kerall, the spiritual leader of Red Leaf Ridge, is here!

At this time, the unicorn was completely different from the original delicate figure, strong as a rhino, which kept Kerall from riding on the saddle. It was a dream, and the bull was stronger than the bull, but faster than the leopard, and the leopard was stronger than the leopard, which is the unicorn!

Even Keiral finds that if magic is used in conjunction with a unicorn, with its unique heavenly and earthly element affinity, even his magic will rise several grades...

Unicorn! Sweetheart of the woods! Naturally my own son! Cocksucker!

Kerall on the unicorn looked down at all the lower-headed tribunes, and it was a great feeling! Excellent!

Of course, Keiral would not pretend to be anything like 2 forced young people, just smiling and raising his hand to greet him. He had used this gesture for 10 years and it still worked, smiling like the sun, warm ocean, and gentle, almost all the vehicles and pedestrians on his way back to the two sides of the ceremony, behind Keiral were Altoria and Dinesha riding two white horses.

Beneath the three are twelve swords, the top swords of all times, including one NO.1, five NO.2, and the rest NO3.

Even so, Dinesha is still the strongest... and Inélie is third...

Dinesha remains the most important part of Kerall's SS, and the second throne has fallen on Cassandra, the 78th CEO.

Although there is only one NO1, NO2, NO3 at a time, the sword is cruel and death is everywhere, so it is not uncommon to have so many NO2 and NO3 in seven years.

Instead, the organization curbed the flight of NO1, so Kerall has only had two NO1's for so many years.

Though Kerall never wanted them to be combatants.

Beautiful swords have drawn a string of whistles, an experience like never before.

Keiral smiled and looked at the smiles of the swords, the happiness of his subjects. At this moment, he was the one who succeeded. He did so much, just for this moment!