My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 091

Gifts

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Three mornings.

Keiral, who opened his eyes, looked at Altoria in her arms and smiled slightly, gently pulling her hand back from under her neck, stepped barefoot from the bed onto the floor stall and stretched a lazy waist, walked out of the room, came to the bathroom to dry her face, and after a careful cleaning, Keiral walked out of the bathroom.

Keiral had a slight cleanliness habit, which is why he liked to be meticulous. His long hair was always brushed straight and soft behind his back. His body must be dust-free, not to mention white robes. Even boots must be white, but his body on the battlefield is called a prominent one. If the enemy didn't have archers, I'm afraid Keiral was the main target of sniping.

And most importantly, the battlefield is incompetent!

Isn't Kerall's first war a battle of his own to kill at least a dozen horsemen?

So it's a slight cleanliness habit, because things are very slow, and Kerall is not indistinguishable.

Is today the day to draw your sword...

Keiral gently sipped an endless emotion with a cup of black tea he had made.

I wish I could meet King Arthur... would I impress him?

Keiral's face to the sun is just an endless pity. If the two of them negotiate well, carry the sword and draw the leeway, you just need to climb a single call. In front of the 100,000 knights, the army can be revamped. All the aces and fighting power will be in the hands of the two of them. At that time, Keiral was confident that three years of reform would make Camelot rich, powerful, one year sweeping across Scotland, Ireland, one year digesting, and in just five years it would be possible to form a heroic force and confront Rome and Uruk with the English Channel.

It would not have been possible to attack the European continent within eight years if the subtotal had been taken away as a springboard.

If anyone hears Keiral's plan, the average person naturally laughs at generosity, laughs at Keiral's delusions, and the man and woman naturally will be surprised. Such an eight-year plan may count as a policy in any country, and any other country will be frightened if it is put into action.

But just like no conspiracy can say, Kerall never told anyone about his plan, and the more people knew about it, the easier it would be to produce variables, not to mention that his opponent had already looked at the generation of masculinity: Alexander the Great.

The man was a brilliant fighter, but don't forget: after he took Persia, he used only one trick: to marry the Persian princess and completely integrate the Persian heart directly with Macedonia, he ordered each soldier to marry at least one Persian girl, and he left the Persians without any resentment towards the aggressors.

This political wisdom is the scariest! And everyone will look at the consequences of his battle! How stupid!

His aggressive place is welcoming, and even many people have sent flowers and praises for his aggression, such terrible political wisdom and the means to gather hearts and minds… only he is worthy of being his opponent!

Keiral's gaze sparkled with excitement, and it was indeed against such a powerful historical figure that he was most excited... he was all stiff!

I'm excited!

Keiral depressed his desire and didn't want to go to Altoria to solve it. He just relied on the rapid secretion of hormones to calculate today's scene using the hot speed of the brain. Today he can control the scene with a few percent certainty and so on...

To be honest, these can be difficult and painful for ordinary people, but Kerall relies on clear memories and rapid processing.

The most perplexing question Kerall has always had is, how can the protagonists of a group of people with less than a hundred IQs in a novel who can only remember two to five years or so of deep memories invent high-tech inventions that they saw 10 years ago directly here?

Does anyone now have an image memory comparable to his? Or the ability to remember at a glance? How is this possible? Theoretically, the protagonists with less than 100 intelligence do not have that powerful memory capability...

Keralbeth doesn't understand, so he doesn't think about it.

“Are you up?” When he heard the sound of waking up behind him, Kerall asked with a gentle smile, and it was self-evident that the tone had a funny meaning.

Artoria, tortured for most of the night, sat up even in the morning with a smudge of red, listening to his smiling face flashing a little angry, but only shaking her head angrily and sitting naked.

That petite figure shines a white light in the sun, almost making Kerall want to love her again, except that Kerall knows Altoria is angry, but because he went straight to bed last night to love her?

Dropping the teacup and gently bringing the naked Altoria into her arms, Kerall asked with a smile and an apology: "What, are you still angry? ”

“How dare you.” Altoria, who twisted her head away with a stuffy voice, was clearly angry.

Experienced Kerall smiled slightly, clasped her chin with his hands and kissed her with a low head.

It was until Altoria was soft-headed that she let go of her arms: "Okay, honey, don't be angry. ”

“What did you call me?” Altoria looked up and asked in surprise, with a surprise in her eyes.

“Honey," Kerall smiled. “So as compensation... would you like to hear our plans for today? ”

Keiral asked with a proud smile, "My father and I have prepared a gift for the new sire. The new sire will love it. Do you want to hear our plan? ”

“Yes!” Altoria's eyes flashed with happiness and happiness, not about the gift, but about Kerall, who had this heart, at least to let her know that her father, King Joseph, had not failed too much, and that at least a number of dukes were willing to serve the royal family, an attitude that touched her most because she understood very deeply how proud Kerall was.

“So, so on, so on, so on, so on…" Keralulululu said with wisdom and perseverance, looking at Artoria, he unexpectedly saw admiration and fascination in Artoria's eyes.

How long has it been since I've seen her look like this? Sounds like one day after she was twelve, Lily, she became steady and sincere, didn't she?

Although Lily likes to be steady and has the wind of a general, this Lily is definitely her favorite too... Kerall smiles and suddenly pulls her chin up and kisses her, then the two roll together again in bed...