My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 209: Capturing the Headless Knight

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“What? Camelot?” Nero asked obliquely.

“No, Your Majesty, it's the Macedonians, but he works for Camelo now, and he brings the Book of Camelo.” The servant whispered.

“The businessman?” Nero asked obliquely.

“Yes.”

Businessmen do not have a high status and are despised in the eyes of the aristocracy, especially as Lawrence stands between the aristocracy by virtue of commerce, and it is normal for Nero not to pay attention.

“Yes,” replied the servant.

“Well, call him.” Nero reached out to the maid next to him and the clever maid immediately walked over to put on Nero's coat.

Nero wrapped his coat and took a sip of tofu in the breasts of the two maids, full of white flowers, before walking to the hall.

Lawrence was not a great nobleman, and Camelot's value was merely on a Kerall, and Nero's choice to meet him in the hall, which he did not attach much importance to, could be said to be solemn.

“Lower Camelot envoy Lawrence, meet His Majesty.” Lawrence couldn't help laughing. Five days ago, he was only a Romanian Viscount. Five days later, he became a Camelot envoy. Your Highness, you asked a good question.

“Ah, yeah.” The emperor's reaction was not of particular interest, and Lawrence got up and said. “Here is a handwritten letter from His Royal Highness Prince Camelot. ”

“Kerall's?” The emperor surprised Lawrence as soon as he exited. Especially that smiling voice, Lawrence wouldn't dare think that way.

“Present it.” The emperor became interested.

“Yes." Lawrence dared not look at the emperor dressed in a thin coat, but lowered his head and handed the parchment over.

Nero, it's been ten years. How's it going? This side is very happy, everything is settled, I miss you so much, so I thought about establishing trade relations with Romania, but what is Romania missing? There seems to be nothing missing, but Camelot lacks the labour force, so let's buy slaves.] This letter from Keiral seems strange, at least definitely not the language that should be used between the two countries, rather than a book, rather than a gossip parent.

But when Nero saw it, he giggled, “Funny, that guy talking to me like that? Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!” That killing made Lawrence sweat down.

The head went down more humbly, and Lawrence chose wisely to shut up.

A roll of parchment paper was thrown at him: "Here you go, trade permits, unanimous.” (There is no understanding of Roman translation here, let's call it the first emperor in history.

“Yes," Lawrence showed humility and harmlessness throughout, which gave him a lot of points and a lot of chances of getting back alive.

It wasn't until Lawrence walked out the door of the palace that he took a heavy breath, and he opened the sheepskin roll curiously, one to see what the Emperor's mark was like, and the other to see what the letter actually said.

Watching as relaxed as chatter, as if not at all speaking to the emperor of the world's largest country, but only to the young woman of a neighbouring country, even hidden in the tease, Lawrence rolled up the sheepskin and tucked it away, something such as this was not something that a small figure like him could participate in.

He hurried to the carriage, sweating cold.

And our wise man, who does not yet know that he is in a good mood to tease the lord of the world, has taken a boat to Ireland.

This time he didn't impress the others, he just came to Ireland in secret with his thirty sword sisters and so lightly dressed Jane.

Kerall attached great importance to Ireland, which he operated almost as a future granary.

In his vision, England would sooner or later be overrun by industry and factories, and what about the food that so many people in England needed? Cultivated from Ireland.

It is almost natural that England's food should be supplied by Ireland until no forces are able to colonize the globe.

That's what Keiral expected.

So in order to calm the floating hearts and minds of the people, Kerall came himself.

He finally knew how heavy it was, handing everything over to Artoria and bringing 30 sword sisters with him, so he took them out for a relaxation.

Kerall thought about it.

The “trenches” bordering Ireland and Camelot are essentially “bee ships" and medium-sized "buffalo” ships because there are not too many storms.

It was fast, and it took only half an hour to get across the strait to the town.

Kerall, though low profile, is confined to the country, and Ireland's biggest official is now just a mayor. How can he not be excited about the arrival of the head of state? Especially a prince! Glory!

The navy was so excited all the way, not to mention the mayor of the port town.

Seriously, it's a very heavy reception.

Despite the enthusiasm, Ireland's hard life still gives Kerall relatives.

Keiral was determined to transform this place, and of course, the first thing he had to do was catch the cause of that person's fluctuation.

Inelie and others were sensitive to demons, and Kerall looked at them independently, not for any other reason. Kerall had not seen any other fantasy species besides warcraft, demons and vampires. If the so-called headless knight, the demon, the awakener, was probably the biggest, as if the legendary king of silver, Isli, had fought Uruk for years, he was the first to awaken, and was said to be a giant human horse in size.

It's special, so it's not impossible for this headless knight to be an awakener.

There are no fighters in this village, only militias with spears of iron.

The Iron Spear was retreated by the Red Leaf Guards after they obtained the Dragon Scale gun, but the village of more than 500 people had only 30 guards, which is truly tragic.

It's no wonder these militiamen are scared to death in the face of a monster.

“No.” Inelie didn't say much and just shook her head gently in the face of Kerall's questioning.

“Well, wait a minute.” Kerall shook his head: "It's said to only show up at night. ”

“Then you'll have to grab her. ”

“How did you know it was her? ”

“Wouldn't it be too bad if it was him?” Keiral Haha laughed.