My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 222 Lance [Request First Order Request First Order!

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PS1: Thank you to “k1ryfx”, "samba", “Huang Zhong Dalu” for the monthly ticket.

PS2: The day before yesterday I updated only 3,000, and I wondered why I didn't sleep well. What's wrong with this lame guilt? It was 2,000 a day before I went on the shelf! How come it's only been six days since I got used to it!! Mouthpiece! (lifting table)

PS2: [Requesting Mercy Orders] Everyone in the post will find the opportunity to show up slowly. Although the scene is uncertain, try to do what is reasonable for everyone to participate in the Happy Dragon Set ~

PS3: Stunning, today's time is not well calculated, I think it's still 6,000 more, dragging it off... I promise five more until Saturday...

“I think if you don't drip sweat from your nose onto the wood, you'll have 10 percent more success with the wood.” Kerall shook his head and looked at a big sweat trying to get the wood fired, named "The Very Experienced Ranger," Rafael pulled the stone out of his arms: “And we have the fire-fighting gear.” To be honest, this Raphael's wild survival training is extremely difficult. In Ranger's eyes, this guy is definitely a rookie among the rookies, but in Kerall's hands from the elves, this guy is a rare and good player.

Who is this guy? What's his purpose? Why is he here? Why is he so good? These are mists.

But Kerall was in no hurry, and he walked between the woods like a walk, and his understanding of the woods surprised Hero.

Keiral could easily tell which mushrooms he could eat and which he couldn't, and on this slow journey to the north, Keiral could easily dig up a lot of pine mushrooms in the mountains, sliced pine mushrooms baked in butter, a flavor that even predators wolves couldn't refuse.

Large bites of rock roast mushrooms without putting in any crops, as the rock itself is salt rock, which carries the best seasoning: rock salt.

So sprinkling a little hardened butter with thinly sliced pine mushrooms is paradise.

Hero and Raphael didn't like it either, and Kerall smiled and gently sliced the mushrooms into pieces with a silver knife and pasted them on.

Silver knives are the things that are most needed to survive in the wild in this era, and when you encounter something toxic, silver knives warn you, at least he won't put you in danger and poison.

The knife in Keiral's hand is sharply polished with fine patterns, and a Ranger who often walks above the earth immediately wonders about Keiral's true identity, because ordinary bards, even fallen aristocrats, cannot afford such a good knife.

But looking at Keiral's appearance is generally completely out of mind, which suggests that this precious metal is not important to Keiral, in other words that Keiral's wealth can even ignore the extent of wealth directly.

But Raphael had no doubt, he acted like a rookie.

Kerall revealed more than one flaw, but he didn't notice anything.

Keiral began to be interested in the teenager who was able to shoot a rabbit 500 metres away on a stake.

He was like a forest elf who was not deeply involved but tried to disguise himself.

If that's what the myth tells you.

Kerall began to think it was a good idea to take a bow and arrow instructor back to Camelot.

“Finally, out of the woods.” After three days of living in the forest, all three of them appeared rather wretched. After all, it was not a vacation, and there was no technology as superdivine as modern times. It could only be said that there was no water, which was indeed wretched.

Hero didn't care, but Rafael was full of wolves, apparently for the first time in the forest.

This kid is so funny.

Keiral is filled with jokes...

“There's a hotel up ahead.” Keiral looked at Romanian roads, just ordinary dirt roads, but walked by too many people, perhaps with the footprints of the emperor, perhaps with the knight crushing them, and after so many years the road itself had surpassed the concept of "dirt”, perhaps hardened stones might not have been more appropriate,

Kerall seemed to think of something. He buttoned his face with his finger, and he'd forgotten about cement all along...

Surely, the bigger some things get, the more you ignore them.

Cement, which requires only crushed stone, lime, plaster to be mixed with water, can quickly become a solid road or something that architecture has played a huge role in the modern era, but has been overlooked by Kerall because it's too simple.

Sure, because of the constraints of the times? Kerall laughed because he took the stonemason too seriously and forgot the use of lime.

“A hotel.” Keiral shrugged that the Romans' hotels had no use for the Han Dynasty, and the so-called landing point was simply because there were too many traders, profitable hotels or hotels where the inhabitants of nearby villages gathered, in other words, without any legal effect and without taxes, obviously the best place to be free or to smother sticks as black shops.

But if it's crowded, it's not too much trouble, is it? Kerall thought so.

His experience in going out is zero. Although Tian students (di) learned a lot about survival from Belgrilles, a wilderness survival master, who was previously filmed on the Discovery Channel, the so-called response in the wilderness and in ordinary people is certainly a lack of experience in dealing with human beings equally.

Keiral grinned bitterly as he touched his nose. His constant identity and wisdom made him impossible to cope. He had always been a leader for ordinary people. He could not conceal his light at all, but when his light was constrained, his experience of equality with ordinary people was still insufficient, and Keiral did not even know how to talk to ordinary people.

Indeed, the pro-people is a high to low correspondence, while Kerall...

Kerall shook his head and smiled, walking into the hotel with Rafael and Hero.

And it immediately captured everyone's attention, Kerall's extraordinary style, Hero's beauty, and Rafael's chic.

Of course, if we cover up the dust on the faces of the three of us, we might get along.

But even so, the three of them are still remarkable among ordinary people, and many have focused their attention on this.

“Hello, would you like to eat or stay at the store?” The first floor of the hotel is a bar, and a round table can also serve as a dining table, mainly for food to be served by businessmen or travellers who have joined groups in the past.

The second floor is a hotel.

Mainly responsible for accommodation.

In this day and age, this place is not bad.

Kerall quietly gauged around, nodded herself, smiling gently and said: "Please prepare us two rooms, a single room, a double room, thank you. ”

“Then please get us three buckets of hot water and we'll be right up after dinner. ”

“Also, please give us a three-cent steak set, thank you.” Kerall responded very nicely, and no one could see that he was out for the first time.

“Understood." The waiter was more respectful, doing this business, although inevitably a little understated by his clothes, was still able to see some variations through allergic observation.

The young boy had white and fine hands and no calluses, in other words, he did not engage in manual labour.

These days, besides the bard, the only people who do not perform manual work are highly knowledgeable intellectuals, and then, with a beautiful wife and a very charming guard with blonde hair, the juvenile's identity can almost be exhaled.

Not rich or expensive!

He was not a man of authority, and nothing would do him any good, but he stepped back more respectfully and screamed at the kitchen and began to prepare what Kerall had to say.

On the other hand, Keiral's form is a bit harsh. Everyone knows that he runs single-handedly or traders. Although he is sensitive to numbers or commercial trade, he always runs on the road. With the scent of rivers and lakes, and the scent of mixing with adventurers or rangers much more, the smell is even stronger. Let alone that Keiral has fine skin and flesh, and Hero is beautiful. In their view, these defenceless sons and brothers are used to make a scene.

“Hey, Rabbit, do you guys want a nice bath later? Look at you. You're so skinny, you're not so thick. Want me to give you a hand?” The laughter came out of nowhere, which was inevitable, for Nero's sake, Romania went up and down and liked same-sex more.

These exotic Rangers are even more trendy, they don't really like men, they just think it's cool to do it... although it sounds a little retarded, a lot of people think it's the same.

Laughing spreads in the crowd, and they are very happy with themselves for making fun of Kerall.

Keiral shook his head in a very restrained fashion and grabbed an angry Hero. In his view, it would not kill him to make them laugh. More importantly, even if what they said was not true, he and Hero, after all, were not married.

Can they laugh again and turn what they say into reality?

Perhaps Kerall doesn't care, but the Rangers pissed a man off.

A Raphael, who sees himself as a bodyguard and has fully replaced the character, burst out in a flash, like a straight arrow, he stood up and touched the bow and arrow behind him, brushed it between his waists, and then snapped... the four arrows clasped their hands on the wooden round table like nails.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

The attacked person held the wooden table firmly and dared not let go, because it was too painful, and their friend pulled out the long sword with anger, when the sword was really drawn against each other.

But their brainless behavior annoyed a man, knocking over three or four tables of dishy soup water and flying all over the hotel all of a sudden, despite the obvious fact that a large bar could never be too far between the table and the table to entertain more people.

These splashy drinks all of a sudden disturb some lonely Ranger sitting in the corner...

A figure who stood tall and suddenly attracted everyone's attention, with a head of one meter and nine, and a lightweight armor, he threw out a long sword with an angry scream.

His hand was much heavier than Raphael's, and a very precise sword cut off one person's hand and nailed the other person's shoulder bone firmly to the ground.

And then he came out of the shadows.

“Lancelot?!” Kerall's surprise made that figure squat, and then he laughed: “Kai!!” (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.)