My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 163: The Ghost Princess

PS: Wolf should still have company, right?

PS1: It's obvious that the aesthetics of people in this place are the same guys I don't hate for the proper intrusion... and look at the survey. There are still a lot of people who have the same aesthetics as me...

PS2: So I'm right, I'm justice!

“Someone caught it so soon?” The order issued that morning had already been answered in the afternoon, and Keiral was somewhat surprised to open his book and look at the warcraft map above, and Keiral nodded suddenly: “Mountain hog… the effect could be to improve the breed of pigs, as if this were the only one?” Kerall knocked gently on the sand plate, couldn't ride it, couldn't fight it… in other words, it was the only use to improve blood, by mating with ordinary sows and then improving the breed of pigs, to turn Camelot's pigs into fleshy but mildly tempered meat pigs.

This will increase Camelot's meat...

Kerall's ownership, knowing that diesel oil and salt are expensive, uses everything available to improve people's lives.

Improving livelihoods - comfort - population growth - economic growth - increased reserve service - stimulating domestic consumption levels - economic and technological advancement - strengthening of the defence force - preserving livelihoods.

This is a continuously circular national chain, and any breakdown in any link will lead to regime change, internal unrest, army chaos and warlords' cuts, and a strong and healthy country must be a well-functioning one.

Kerall is convinced.

“Gula, take two teams of knights near the Sal Mountains, where a team grabbed the beast.” Keiral pushed out the window and shouted at the outside, instantly a round table knight commanded, a sound of horseshoes hissing, and Keiral thought about it and shouted at the outside: “Oh, don't forget to wear a thick chain, although they don't know how to capture it, they certainly don't have the tools to bind it. ”

Because warcraft are generally two to ten times bigger than wild animals, these thick chains of Keiral they carry a lot.

Knight Gulah took the lead and disappeared into the forest with thirty knights of the round table.

Keiral is in a good mood, looks at the sand, there will be a second one soon, the group of children who have their own wisdom will slowly absorb the wisdom of the battlefield into the ranks of officers, and the soldiers under them will be able to become the middle backbone of the army again, in other words, as long as economic conditions permit and logistics are strong, Keiral can even recruit 100,000 to 200,000 troops in an instant.

Although these armies seem to be worthless to knights, it doesn't seem too difficult to spell out 100,000 knights with 100,000 infantry in Kerall's scheduling art...

Keiral has not yet collided positively with the Romans, but Keiral has always had an indescribable vigilance over this enormous Roman thing, and he will not lift all his cards, even if he has defeated the Romanian Empire with great effort, and there is a much bigger empire, spanning three continents of Eurasia and Africa: behind Romania, Keiral will sooner or later meet the other side if he wants to implement his ambitions.

It is unrealistic to conquer Romania with the population of Camelo, and it is even more unrealistic to conquer Romania before touching Macedonia hard.

Keiral's goal is to build on Camelot as an economy, to develop population and agriculture over a period of five years, and to demand more land after the population slowly approaches the limit of Camelot, when Keiral does not look at the New World, sailing and the island of Ireland, but leads the continent through public opinion, at a time when there is a desperate need for commercial interests, for Lord Demand Merit, for children in need of land, for the entire Camelot of the Wealth Continent, and then brings all the voices together into one vocabulary: War! (war!

Yes, just as the German head of Hit_Le roared out of poverty, Kerall provoked war with greed, and the advantage was that not only did he not need to brainwash, the entire middle class of the country was very sober and calm, and the whole country would not be caught in the vortex of war, but only greed for profit.

When they realized that the war was bringing them countless benefits, they would start the country's wagon as hard as they could with a hairy gear, and then Kerall believed that Camelot was bound to erupt, just like the enthusiasm of the great nautical age 2,000 years later.

Kerall was looking forward to that moment, that moment of enthusiasm.

But now... obviously there is still a long way to go!

Keiral smiled and took a sip of juice.

Altoria took the knights hunting and gathering cereals, and because Scotland was closer to the North Pole, many crops were different from Camelot's, and Altoria wanted to do more, she didn't want to be a battlefield flower, she didn't want to be a battlefield god, she wanted to be a king's duty.

Keiral had no objection to her idea, but he was confident that, after the next two men had entered middle age, the sedimentary Altoria would slowly let go with herself and give Camelot the helm of the ship to a better young man.

But a noise stunned Kerall to put the cup down and walk out of the house.

The blood on Altoria's face was tight in Keiral's heart at first before everyone else, but then he relieved himself that if Altoria was injured, the knights would not let her walk, lifting it up was the best option, in other words, the blood was not hers.

After Kerall's heart dropped, he quickly walked up and asked, "What happened? Lily, who's hurt? ”

“Keane.” Altoria's face pointing painfully behind her back said: “Keane was bitten in the neck, the artery was traumatized, and the blood couldn't stop...”

Kerall was shocked and poured on his neck after the brandy handed over by the neighbors, a simple antiseptic method that in a short time had become the common sense of the knights.

After being washed by brandy, a row of bite marks appeared on the neck.

With his hands pressed against the neck of a young man who was already bloody and could not see his face, his fingers were covered with a faint white halo, which slowly healed in just three seconds under full force, but the blood lost was not so easy to replenish, so the Keene knight was still in a coma.

Kerall swayed his neck and looked at the bite marks: “It's a person... no, the dog's teeth are slightly bigger, but they haven't grown to the height of a vampire... what is it? ”

“I don't know, it was just a moment when Keane fell to the ground, and we were a long way from him, and we didn't see what bit him.” A knight replied.

“Obviously this thing has wisdom, otherwise it will not directly bite his key, ordinary beasts will subconsciously bite closest to them, hands, feet, hips, rather than jumping higher, and grabbing his neck with effort... what exactly is it...” Kerall pondered.