My Wife, King Arthur

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“It's a story you don't know ~” Kerall played the harp softly and suddenly sang.

A wonderful tone, at least among many bards, Hero has never heard a voice comparable to Kerall's.

It's not about lyrics and tones, it's about voices. Even if Keiral doesn't learn anymore, all his artistic achievements can hide all his light. Of course, this light can't be discovered if Keiral intentionally hides it. Keiral is now just a gentle random phrase of idle gait, with tunes and harp tones, and all of a sudden it becomes a wonderful song.

Songs of this era are inseparable from the model system of poetry, which is usually expressed in rhyming versus poetry, so when Kerall's words are filled in, composed, sung, and spoken out in a flash, he crosses the continent and tries to die of countless illnesses and diseases and sees countless people's ugly heroes suddenly stunned.

It's a feeling of electric shock.

After carefully gauging Kerall's face, Hero suddenly discovered that the young teenager, who didn't even have hair, was in her eyes only the first stage of human life, and had become a brilliant young man.

Kerall may not be the strongest from a wolf's point of view, but he is the best, the wisest, and Kerall acts like a head wolf, leading an entire wolf pack, and the head wolf, for the whole wolf pack of wolves, is the supreme power at will… called supreme mating power.

I don't know why Hero's face turned red all at once.

Of course, Kerall may be able to feel the heat she's emitting, but without his eyes, he can't see the spring in those eyebrows.

Well, the blind are easily bullied.

But the elf enjoyed herself, resting quietly on Keiral's shoulder, leaning on Keiral's silver hair, playing with it gently, and then being infected by Keiral's singing, quiet and quiet, like a little angel.

“You guys, talent is definitely in the wrong place.” I don't know why Hero suddenly sighed, but it's a waste of time for Kerall to hear her voice clearly in her heart and use your talent for killing.

Keiral smiled and did not answer. He was just a hyena. How could he know the kind of joy of fighting heaven, fighting earth, fighting people? He's not wasting it, he's enjoying it.

Enjoy this competition, this step against each other's game wisdom, to the enjoyment of final victory or failure.

Competition, that's the real competition a man should do.

It's the best, the best fun.

Women don't understand.

Kerall knew that two of the six kings, two tyrants and a woman, were just passive fights, competing for something of their own or trying to prove something. Another tyrant was cynical, and in fact his attention was more attracted to Babylonta, as if nothing in the world was about him or attracted him.

Hannibal, King of Carthage, was merely defending himself, or fighting for freedom, and Keiral believed that if Romania, after ascertaining his status, let go once and for all and retrieve the benefits from Carthage, his first reaction would be that he was confused and had nothing to do.

There will be no emptiness or relief. What will he do if he doesn't have a goal to fight for? This and the four biggest names in history in the West will be renamed or my Hannibal?!

Then the Silver King.

The Silver King, who is completely caught in revenge, may be afraid of everything, but he is also empty.

After all, only one and a half of the six kings are really enjoying this delightful feast.

Alexander, in Persian —— Iskandar -- is enjoying the feast with great pleasure.

And Kerall, as Prince of Camelot, is only half of it.

Both enjoyed the feast with pleasure, which was unknown, as a confrontation between a man and a man.

I'm sure that's what that guy thinks, right?

Keiral smiled and opened his mouth, adding: "That was the beginning of the legend, look at the faint maple leaves, falling in front of our heels ~”

Beautiful heaven.

A gentle round of applause accompanied Kerall's harp.

An eight-foot-tall, long-headed teenager stood on a tree with a brilliant blonde hair and pointy ears, clapping softly, with elegance and quiet, and he jumped softly, like an elf, and gently crossed a few meters between the branches in front of two people: "Hello, I'm Raphael Caslute, and I'm a Ranger. ”

“Hello, I'm Kay, Kayla_Etok.” Keiral smiled and reached out his hand, because the name was a little stunned, he didn't remember where he had heard it, and was immediately attracted to Keiral's blind eyes: “Although very rude, I still have to be amazed, it is hard to imagine that such a beautiful lyric was sung by a blind man, dare I ask, did you even do the words?” He asked.

“Yeah, I lost one thing, but I got more, didn't I?” Kerall smiled if there was anything to it.

“Ha ha, that's right.” Raphael's heart is full of reverence, because Kerall's illustrious notion of life is the first time he has seen such optimism and happiness in so many years of travelling to the continent.

For a moment, he was very fond of Kerall.

“This is my wife, Hero, Hero_Etok.” It is true that there are many places where the custom is to follow her husband's surname when married, and Keiral is too lazy to think of her surname, so she bears Etok directly and makes Hero's face as red as a ripe apple.

“Hello," Hero's behavior is perfectly understandable as the shyness of a newlywed teenager, so Raphael has no doubt that it's just a light courtesy.

Hero whitened Kerall, and neither Kerall nor Raphael noticed.

“Where do you two want to go walking alone in this mountain lane?” Rafael asked with a smile that the highway was not dangerous for ordinary people, not even for some soldiers.

Beasts, snakes, and dangerous plants that don't exist all the time are very likely to kill people.

For such a highway, the so-called highway is just a small path that ordinary people step out of, in which the lives of ordinary people can be accidentally killed.

It is dangerous enough for ordinary people, but for Kerall and Hero, a man who is equivalent to the king of the forest, who knows the forest better than his own home, and a healing master, who can instantly heal any terminal illness in a single moment.

It's not hard for both of us to move forward slowly here.

Most importantly - he didn't find the elf hiding in Kerall's hair!

Even Keiral had to lament the fact that his elves' intelligence was getting higher and higher.

Just between Keiral's heads, the same name as the angel Raphael spoke, with a shiny blonde hair, and he asked, with a voice from Wembleya, "I wonder where you want to go? ”

“Biedel, Biedel Town, Silver Country.” Kerall hesitated and said, “Because there has been no war on the whole continent recently, I want to take this opportunity to see the snow in Biede, and my wife is from Biede, so I guess I'll go back to my own province.” Kerall used to say half of it, half of it, and he never lied, and he just misled people by saying it.

Kerall took another look, and unfortunately in this world of primacy, Hero's performance was not valued by Rafael.

Rafael hesitated and held his left hand to his chest: “I am a small, well-known Ranger and also a mercenary and bodyguard, in fact I am now in a state of nowhere to go, and if you are willing to pay for it, I can vouch for you as a Ranger and deliver you and your wife safely to Biede. ”

He was lying, and both Kerall and Hero understood that if Kerall had judged by his wisdom and judgment why a Ranger who had no mission but was still wandering in the forest had no mission to appear in it, then Hero had heard the pulse of the other's lies entirely through those big, smart ears.

Hero quietly pulled La Keiral's sleeve.

But Kerall did not reject him as he had imagined.

He nodded with a smile: "Yes! I am a little anxious, after all, I am just a weak bard of unbound chicken power, and my wife is so beautiful, my family still has some spare money, since you are so brave, then I don't think hiring such a polite Ranger is a bad thing. ”

“Just.” Kerall's tone gets serious: “Do you really think you have the strength to ensure that we both get to Biedel safely? You know, my curiosity is heavy, but there's a lot of trouble on the way. Can you really fix all this for us?” Kerall has made it clear that his journey will never be calm, and this is also a test.

After a little hesitation, he nodded and promised. For his sake, Kerall and Kindness reached out, "Well, the next month's journey will be a hassle. ”

“Yes,” he smiled and grabbed Kerall's hand.

“So let's talk about the following treatment.” Kerall smiled. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)