My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 141: School Opening

PS: Sorry to delete the post ~ because seeing this kind of problem is causing more and more contradictions... I just cut off the source of the topic ~ not that you're not good... I also feel a million distortions, but I'm sorry for the plot ~ sorry...

PS1: Well... try to describe Camelot's new face with a small angle, and this volume is mainly about developing the British Islands ~

Buffon pulled his backpack nervously. He had already done this several times in 10 minutes. He couldn't help but turn his eyes to his father, who was also nervous and frustrated by the big hand of a puffin filled with calluses, as if to rub off the mud and calluses on it. Papa wore a straw hat, but Papa made it up himself. Buffon thought about it and complained about Papa. Why did he come all the way here? Their farmland is near the Imperial City. Wouldn't it be nice to be a good knight?

But in the end, the reality is cruel, and Buffon can't resist Dad's orders in any way, but he can only compromise helplessly.

In fact, is it nice here too... Buffon turned his head to the left and right, there are many cute girls, mostly redleaf ridge girls, with a fresh and upward vibe, beautiful braids and clothes, with that face, it seems that there is no overlap...

Buffon thought, not so nervous.

There was a sudden noise in the crowd, and then the grown-ups all of a sudden half-knelt down, and the girls made an exciting scream, which reminded Buffon of the mother muscat who had a passion in the forest behind the farm.

“What's the matter? What's going on?” Buffon panicked and got a heavy slap in the head.

“Idiot, get down on your knees, my lord!” Dad's thick voice came through.

A feeling of dizziness hovered over his head, and Buffon quickly lay down on the ground.

At this time, he realized that the people in the vicinity had already knelt on their knees. Some people were half kneeling. That was more than citizens. It was the goal of Buffon's future struggle, while others bowed and bowed. They were either knights or nobles, and Buffon could not be expected.

The crowd split apart and made way. The crisp sound of the horseshoe on the tablet slowly came, and Buffon couldn't help but look up slightly.

The first thing you see is a pair of cold, heartless silver eyes.

The beautiful short-haired woman had the breath of life, and when she saw that the owner of the eyes was a boy, she removed her eyes and measured the silver and cold eyes in the crowd, as if she were choosing someone else.

In a cold war against her eyes, Buffon quickly lowered his head, but raised his head again with his lucky heart, this time he found the person he wanted to see.

It was the sun's warm-hearted eyes with endless tenderness in its green amber pupils, long silver hair with a reflection of the sun as if it were flashing silver, and the whole person was wearing a white robe with a brass cane, but it was a good sell.

Riding a tall horse with a white horn, he seemed to find Buffon's eyes, lowered his head and smiled slightly at him. Buffon's head was just a little bit frightened. He just smiled a little and the sage had gone on his horse. Before waiting for him to return to God, he was slapped in the head again, and he heard Daddy squeezing down his yelling voice: “Silly, bow your head, sage, can you see...”

Buffon was disgusted by the beating in his heart. Although he was envious of the superior style of the wise man, the two men were also human beings. If he would fight to kill his enemies in the future and build a meritorious career, why couldn't he be a knight of the round table, His Excellency the Grand Duke?

It's just that Dad screwed it all up.

When I thought I was going to sit at my desk and watch the knights triumph, Buffon was going to collapse.

Daddy took me to the registration office in a horrible way, and the first word I came back to God was Daddy's embarrassing voice: “What? Five silver coins? This... this...” Five silver coins! The two of them had brought ten silver coins before they arrived here, but after a journey and no calculation of travel costs, they now have less than five silver coins.

Daddy was so sweaty he touched his circumference, he never found the money to collect a silver coin.

In my heart, Buffon wanted to shout, "Isn't that a silver coin?" I'll make more in the future! I don't want to come here to school...

It was just a female voice that cut off the voice he wanted to scream: “Rules can't be broken, but they can be broken. What is your name? ”

“Me, I'm John_Shrek.” Dad said as if he had found a life-saving straw.

The registered woman, with the back of her head like a horse's tail, flipped over the next notebook, and it was made of blank paper, and it had something on it.

“Mr. John, you've taxed Camelot 6,000 kilos of food in 20 years (very little, actually! Believe me, 20 years!) Your contribution has reached 6420 points and if you wish, you can pay 30 points to make your child's tuition free for the next six years.” John was happy to open his mouth and talk, but the woman said again: "It's just that your child's tuition and miscellaneous expenses will be a financial burden for your family, so my suggestion is that you pay a hundred points directly to make your child free of tuition and miscellaneous fees for the next six years, and we'll do everything for your child. ”

“All right, all right.” There was such a good thing in the world, and how could Papa John disagree, joyfully excited that he nodded and then clearly pressed his fingerprint on the paper that the woman handed over.

For the first time in his life, Buffon, 10 years old, had a clear idea of something: something called a contribution point, something good!

Then Buffon was led in by a young man who seemed to be a few years older than himself, with a naive face on his face.

The little brother also has fur around the corner of his mouth, a pair of eyes shining bright and bright, holding his hand with a cold touch, no sweat, cold but comfortable.

Looking older than himself, a few years old brother had a relaxed smile on his face, which made Buffon a little bolder. He asked him a few questions, but explained them in great detail. The two walked so slowly towards the campus.

Kerall's office, the principal's room.

Keiral rubbed his sour eyes because he had been working for twelve hours and asked the people around him, "What's the status of school enrollment now? ”

“Eight hundred people have been enrolled in just three hours… the number is still growing.” With the cold sweat wiped off, Agnes didn't expect ordinary civilians to have that much enthusiasm, as if Kerall had foreseen - giving the poor a chance, they would grab it so viciously that they wouldn't let it go, and what he gave them now was a chance, a starlight avenue, and no wonder the civilians went crazy.