My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 210: Salty_Streelsen

PS: Sorry, bad condition today, that's all, I've been holding the code word, it's really bad for this week's push...

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“So, can you tell me the details?” Kerall asked the village chief with a smile.

“Okay, okay.” The village chief was shocked to say that, whatever the case, as a government official, he would still be nervous in the face of the nine-elder Kerall.

“Explain all the consequences of the incident.” Kerall smiled and induced the conversation: “When did it start? ”

“Yes, about twelve days ago.” The old man said.

“Do you come every day?” Kerall asked.

“Yes, I've been back every night since I showed up twelve days ago.” The old man thought about it carefully and said with a frown.

“What is the posture?” Kerall asked.

“In a carriage, a black carriage.” The old man was very impressed with the carriage.

“How did you know he was black on such a dark night?” Kerall went on to ask.

“Streetlights, we have some street lights at key points in order to fear a monster invasion at night or the loss of a child, so it's clear.” The old man gasped in the face of Kerall's questioning.

“Good, so what's its shape?” Kerall ascertained the truth of the matter and continued to ask.

“Carriage. ”

“How many horses does the carriage have? ”

“One. ”

“How many wheels? Two or four? ”

“Two… no, four. ”

“Wu, good, I get it.” Keiral nodded and said warmly to let the village chief go, almost as he had guessed.

“What is it?” Dinisa asked curiously.

“Probably a fairy kind of thing.” Keiral laughed at the little fairy of light and said: “As if it were my light, the people here have recently been slaughtered by the knights. There are several battlefields nearby, and if forced to say so, it is not impossible to have a ghost or grudge on the battlefield or something like that. ”

Keiral shook his head gently: "He didn't hurt anyone. If he could be caught, grab him. I'll see if I can communicate. If not, purge it.” Kerall has no guilt whatsoever, just as normal as eating and drinking water. The two opposite ways in which human beings and evil spirits originally come together are two extremes. Spirits, like ghosts, with great love and great power in the world, are not counted. Other spirits can pose a great threat to humankind.

Kerall didn't feel guilty, he just sat quietly in his seat waiting for the headless knight to arrive.

He wasn't afraid, because the sword sisters were at least thirty, not counting the battlefield battles, don't say anything else, even among the thousands of horses he was sure to break out.

It's absolute trust.

So the swords responded to Kerall's trust with absolute protection.

They don't ride very well. Because demonic flesh and blood can make horses anxious, it seems that there are no other animals to carry them but demonic horses, which I have to say is a pity.

Keiral thought of something in his heart, and a sound of horseshoes hissing from the wild.

Keiral stood up and walked out the door, pushing out the door, only to see Dinesha's face slightly leaping in front of him, looking at Keiral smiling, “Well, are you out? ”

“Well, how's it going?” Kerall frowned slightly and asked, "Is this not a warcraft?

“The capture has begun.” Dinesha's demonic flesh-modified ears and perceptions of the evil smell of the sword around her are like radar, but not comparable to Kerall's.

“Good, just watch here.” Kerall was able to clearly see a wagon crashing into the village, and it was the sword girls who kept stopping in front of him and behind him.

Girls with swords do not have worse feet than strong horses because of the strong demons in their feet, and they are even stronger if they are slightly stronger than their endurance.

So under the siege of the girls, little effort was made to suppress that strange, headless horse uniform, talking about the lady in black who was dressed up, at the same time.

The average person she needs has a sense of fear for her, but what are the girls? The sword ladies who fought the monsters and awakeners of strange shapes have seen strange things. Where would they be afraid of a horse without a head and a man without a head?

A man without a head is a man without a head.

When she was pressed, she took out a sickle, but twice she was crushed to the ground by the fast swords, and the sickle was nowhere to be found. She struggled hard when she was pressed, and a gorgeous black dress was messed up in the dirt, making her look very wolf.

“Eh, strange species.” Keiral touched her skin, and she didn't want to be different. In fact, women with no face in the eyes of the Sisters of the Great Sword aren't really women, nor are they jealous.

“There's meat, there's skin, there's white skin, um, it feels good, but why...” Kerall wonders if the sword sisters pulled her up, and he...

Carefully, the hands penetrated into her dress, from the chest, and then all the way into the innermost: "Well, what about the raw genitals? Strange, strange. ”

“But when we get back to Camelot, let's talk about it.” Keiral turned around and looked at the village chief who was walking in: “So we took this thing away, you better burn it, we'll take care of everything else, village chief, you take care of it well, please keep trying. ”

“Yes, Your Highness, thank you, Your Highness.” The old man bowed and bowed and bowed and behaved in a manner that was very funny and heartbreaking.

Kerall smiled and comforted him, then took the gang's sturdy headless horse and headless lady on her way home.

After all, it's only two days. But what Kerall brought back was a huge shock.

“I think you can ride this thing on the battlefield, Lily, you know, if you ride this thing with black armor, you'd probably scare a lot of people, right?” Kerall looks at this black, headless, black smoky horse under the chain, and he turns his body around and smiles and asks the slightly disturbed woman, "So, finally, this is the question. Who are you? And, ma'am, where are you from? ”