My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 223: Friends of Lancelot [First Order Requested!

PS: The number of jumping frames in "Sword God's Domain" is too great. I can't catch it before or after the scene. I'll watch 2 more episodes. If 45 episodes were still like this, I wouldn't watch it anymore. "Accelerated World" has given up.

PS1: I kind of see, "The Goddess Goddess Man" is totally fleshy... plus so many battle plots... mislead me!

PS2: Thank you to "Huang Yinglong” and "Wolf from another foreign country” for their rewards.

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“Kai?” The eyes of Lancelot's surprise turned to this side, but it was an unexpected surprise. For Lancelot, Keiral was the only male friend, even more important than the (9) (Chiruno) he could not compete with. Almost for the first time in his life, he had a male friend like Keiral. Naturally, he attached great importance to it. When he left Fantasy Country, he thought he would never see each other again in his life. As a result, it was a strange coincidence to meet her here.

But before that...

“It's all right, Kay, wait for me for three seconds, I'll kill these idiots who dare to piss you off first and then piss me off!” Even though Lancelot said that his mouth was still as bright as the sun, his blonde hair made him look incredibly cheerful and handsome, but he didn't return, and his armored fist hit a Ranger in the face.

The guy, who was up to a meter and eight, didn't even hum, just spinning around and fainted on the ground.

“Hey," chuckled, holding the fist behind him with his left hand and then hitting him again in the right hand over the other's stomach, hitting him directly from the bottom up where the ribs were connected to the soft belly, hitting him directly in the stomach with a twitch, the other person suddenly lying on the ground throwing up all the flowers he had just eaten, at which point the third person came late with a punch of fear and hesitation that did not pose any threat to Lancelot.

“Che...” the third person fell to the ground, and Lancelot was not interested in taking charge of the three and a half cripples nailed to the table, just excitedly sat on his feet and pulled out his sword and plugged it back into his waist, then came to Kerall with excitement, "Kai, are you out! From that fantasy town! That's great. Did the little girl behind you come out too?” Even after more than a decade of playing with them, Lancelot still doesn't know Artoria's name, and Kerall can't change his character even if he shakes his head.

“Well, whatever the woman is, is this your wife? Surely this quiet woman is better suited to you than the woman who can only fight and kill.” Even if Lancelot had been abused for more than 10 years, it would still be impossible to underestimate a woman's illness, regardless of Hero laughing alongside her.

“You.” Kerall had no idea what look to use against Lancelot and could only smile.

“Hey, guys, my friend is here. Oh, come meet him. He's a great guy. Oh, he's a rare guy,” Lancelot's adjective made Kerall laugh. The four of them sat directly in the middle corner of the hall and watched the guys hiding at Lancelot's table in the corner stand up and walk over.

“Oh... Lancelot, your buddies are great...” Kerall looks at Lancelot's buddies in different shapes with a sudden feeling of laughter, and the guy who can keep his fame in history must not be underestimated!

Are these diverse but definitely not ordinary guys or the power that Lancelot gathered six months after he left the mountain?

Lancelot, you can't underestimate him! The man who turned Camelot upside down.

Kaylar's face was stunning, and Lancelot expanded his explanation: "This cold-faced guy, it's Rodolfo_Rio_Cainroth, don't look at him so pretty, he's a rare man!” pointing to a beautiful woman with blonde ponytail, Lancelot Haha laughed, he used the word he “and his nickname was famous. How about [Silent Eagle], handsome! ”

“Eh, Silent Eagle... Eagle... are you Camelot?” Kerall looked up and asked with a smile.

Gently nodded, seemed like a stuffy gourd.

“Why leave Camelot and come to Rome to wander around? Is Camelot not well now?” Kerall asked with a smile.

“…” the other silenced, and when everyone thought he didn't want to say it, he said it, as if the previous silence was just thinking: “Because great, the eagle no longer needs to soar in the sky of hope, the air here is more suitable for me. ”

[Eh... a good young man pursuing his own path? Well, that's great. I hope he grows up and reaches the end of his path before serving the country and the nation.] Kerall touched his nose and smiled and nodded.

I looked at the next one, but I couldn't wait to hear that noise, “My name is Zorro Yasta, give me the sign! ”

Kerall looked up and down at this arrogant young man, his head not looking high, but a scattered thick silver gray hair made him look like a silver lion, his face looked very calm, but he vomited wildly that he would make life feel nasty.

He is?

“This guy is a great subway man.” Lancelot Haha laughs like the sun on Druoro's shoulder, "said the mad warrior. Oh, not only is he brilliant, but he also has an extraordinary craftsmanship.” The guy who can be called art is definitely not that simple. Keiral weighs this man up and down. He wears big, but strong gloves. He looks very big but sturdy, and a huge, weird iron hammer that he doesn't know if it's a forged hammer or a war hammer is in his hand. He just feels very heavy.

Looks amazing.

Keiral sighed softly in his heart.

“This one, this one, Ellison_Vicatilla_Raymond, oh, a standard Persian nobleman, who I rarely pulled to risk, hahahaha.” As if he was quite proud of himself, Lancelot Haha laughed and introduced the blonde to Keiral, who nodded his head quite adamantly to Keiral without saying anything. He had a long, well-proportioned gun in his hand with sharp, sharp blades on both sides, which seemed to carry a certain pattern.

Are these three Lancelot associates? That's brilliant. Kerall smiled and measured three men, silent and reliable swordsmen, rude and proud blacksmiths (armor breakers), mysterious and elegant aristocratic musketeers.

Sure enough, Lancelot, you are amazing at being able to gather so many good people around you in such a short time.

Kerall looked at the Lancelot team members he had made, and he also pointed to Rafael: "Rafael Kasrut, my bodyguard and my escort, is also a Ranger. ”

“Oh, hello.” Lancelot stretched out his hand with a sunny smile: "The arrow technique was really dazzling. Hello! ”

Oh, hello. ”Rafael stunned and then reached out and shook Lancelot in a panic.

Despite his skill, he's a rookie.

Lancelot defined him directly in his heart and smiled at Kerall. "Kay, tell me what you did after you left Fantasy Country. ”

“Ha ha, I left Fantasy Town earlier than you did.” Kerall shook his head and Lancelot didn't know he could cross the Fantasy Town at will. After Lancelot asked to leave the Fantasy Town and Bayun Purple fulfilled his wish, Kerall knew he would never go back.

But Lancelot knew about it, and he didn't regret it.

Lancelot, what made you give up your childhood companionship and leave your fantasy country like a sister? Is the death of your father, Grand Duke Hedia, so profound for you? Or do you have other ideas?

Keiral squinted his eyes, he couldn't see through Lancelot, a man with a strange charm like the sun, attracting talented people, and he was as bright as the sun, for no reason.

It is true that there is such a group of people, they were born to lead us when we were kids. He is always the one who made the choice how to play. In elementary school, there is always a teacher's spouse. His rights are even greater than those of the class president. In junior high school, it seems that there is such a person that everyone is willing to gather around him, men and women. In high school, there is a person who is so dazzling, even if the teacher and all the classmates have to focus...

In college, there was always someone better than you, more handsome, more beautiful and enviable than your girlfriend with a leadership personality.

Lancelot is like that.

Combine with his own handsome looks and charm.

He's the little sun.

Really, for a guy like that, you can't relax for a moment.

Kerall gently lifted up the waiter's wheat wine just in front of him and was about to take a sip, but he frowned softly. "Huh? ”

There seems to be something wrong with the wine.

Kerall himself didn't know, but the elf in his hair grabbed Kerall's hair dead and pulled it.

This surprised Kerall, and the original motion stopped.

“Go to hell!!” The waitress sipped a delicate sip and then stuck a sharp blade in her sleeve, clamping the blade and she rushed up.

This reaction was impossible for everyone to react to, and her attack instantly came to Kerall.

But Keiral's life was threatened and he smiled softly.

His hand gently rested on her wrist, gently pushing down, and she instantly lost track: “Oh, I see you know who I am, little girl. ”

“There's just one thing you're wrong with.” Kerall's left hand rests on her neck, and her whole body throws her out like a strange twinkle: “What you know about me is not enough.” Kai jujitsu!!

Twenty years of yoga practice finally erupted at this moment!! (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.)