My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 157 CODEGEASS

PS: Join hands, clap your hands three times, wish houses more and more novels like "Mixed in the East" and "Hell's Reserve", and fewer and fewer novels like "The Last World Bank" and "The Right Hand of God". Amen.

PS1: As a stereotypical person, I very much disliked the last two novels, and I also gave up after the Hell Reserve renamed them. Obviously, as an author, I can only assume that "Lee Jia Success” gave up the original outline of the work. I only agree with Hell Reserve and not with "Special Agent Miyagi".

PS2: The above is my little insistence, don't worry...

------------------------------------- When he heard Keiral order the killing of twenty people, Altoria frowned slightly, as a knight spirit, and could not bully the weak, but if Lily might have made a strong protest to Keiral before she became king, but after so many wars of all sizes and sizes, Altoria had learned to listen, think, ask, and do things. The last one was what would happen in bed, and for the dignity of her king, Altoria had been trying to “pretend".

Altoria didn't respond, and the fiercest Scotsman finally knew it was Camelot's knight!

In case of their attacks, even stones or crossbows, hunting bows, the knights have been sweeping among the Scots with their swords in their hands, because they do not like the Scots in their hearts because of their ethnicity.

So when the prestige comes second only to His Majesty the King, and the prestigious in the home, in the good government, has been ordered by Keiral, whom everyone privately calls His Royal Highness the Prince, and when His Majesty did not have the first time to export it, he thought that Keiral were soft persimmons and the arrogant Scotsman was doomed.

Without hesitation, the knife flashed like a cow's knife to kill a chicken, and the lion's rabbit didn't do everything they could. They just raised their hands and raised their feet to kill one or two people.

Not many, not many, not less than twenty, have left a large strip of land empty to both sides, a town that was completely cut into an aorta or stabbed through the heart and fell to the ground dead and bleeding without a word.

The whole scene suddenly went silent.

No one dares to raise their voices again and fear the scourge of annihilation for themselves.

“Well," Kerall gently pulled the girl in his arms, put her clothes on the ground and let herself stand up, smiling and asking, "Now, you can ask someone in town who can talk to you to come forward slowly, in an organized language that we understand, to tell the beginning, the passage, the end of the whole thing.” Kerall has a further tendency toward darkness in his belly.

Smiling Kerall was more horrible than the snobbish knight, and when he opened his mouth, he let everyone in town take a step back.

Obviously, it was the indifference of killing people not to think of human life as something that made all humans cold, toothless and cold.

No one dares speak.

About half a minute after the scene was silenced, a wealthy old man was caught in sight.

Kerall has good reason to believe that all persecution of a green-haired girl is the stubbornness or even prejudice of this old man, who used to see many of the old men in the countryside of a reformed and open country, stubborn and stubborn, using his age as a basis to exploit the hearts and minds of others to "honor the elderly”.

Kerall seemed to have suffered before and had no fondness for the old man.

But Kerall flattened his face and said in a blunt tone: "Tell me, the cause of this is the result. ”

“Cough...” she coughed slightly twice, looking at the cold-faced, faceless knights, and the town that fell in the blood after being strong, did not hold the long shelf of the town, smiled and said in Celtic: “My lord, you do not know what kind of existence is behind you, her evil has caused the sun to lose its light, ask the knights to sanction her immediately. ”

Keiral couldn't help but smile, while the other knights looked at each other and laughed.

Evil? Kerall stared at them just wondering what evil was in their mouth. His light, his holy light, was sensitive to the so-called darkness, not restraint, but confrontation, like the positive and reverse side of the mirror, like yin and yang, like darkness and light, not to say which right and which wrong. Kerall was difficult to socialize with because of this. He always wanted to study vampires. His 10 years of friendship did not compromise Remilia. Obviously, the light on him made the Lady Remilia, who was a vampire, very annoying. Even if Kerall was a lover, his properties were similar...

But Kerall didn't feel anything disgusting about the green-haired girl just now...

In other words, “evil”, which cannot even be recognized by light, is just the support of evil in the hearts and minds of people in these towns...

Just as humans blame death on weapons, it's them who pull the trigger!

The corner of Kerall's mouth flashed with a smile, and he changed his serious expression as if he had touched his side ears to listen.

“This witch, who enchants almost everyone in our town, has been able to refuse her request, and even two young men have died because of her, a duel, and she has used some kind of magic to trick us all into applause.” The old man seemed to cry, but it seemed as if there were no tear marks on the old face of the dead bark, just squeezing his little eyes up and down to measure Kerall's expression.

Seeing Kerall didn't seem to say anything, he seemed to have made some kind of determination.

“And this woman is a monster! She won't die! We can't even kill her!” I had been tortured to death, but now it seems that this woman is really a witch who can cause disaster. I can't kill her without killing her.

“He's lying.” C.C. grabbed his horn behind Kerall's back and said cowardly, "Kerall put his hand behind her and patted her gently. That's already a mess of hands caused by black charcoal. No disgust or disgust at all, just hold it gently after patting.

It seemed to see Kerall's movements, the old man was more generous and spit flying: “And there are young people in our village who are often drained of blood all over their bodies! This witch must have done it! We didn't notice her magic before. If we don't kill her soon, she will still suck blood!!” The old man was so excited, he didn't see the look on the face of a man in a white robe and a blonde in a white velvet cape.

Kerall and Altoria have weird expressions, they both go into fantasy country often, where they don't know what the symptoms are, is there even a bloodsucking species outside of fantasy country?!

Kerall frowned slightly and suddenly lowered his body to the side of C.C. and asked, "Does C.C. know what your name is? ”

“I heard her say, like, CODE_GEASS.” C.C. replied weakly.