My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 227: Ophelia

PS: It's late, there should be another one after 2: 00.

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Even so, Kerall is going to die in the pursuit of [Hassan].

No, if you look at his expression, no one will believe that Kerall is on the run right now, that he is riding on Hero's back laughing very happily, giggling like a bell, and then slowly expanding to fade away into the forest with a bright laugh.

“That's about as good as it gets, right?” Hero's speed in the forest is comparable to that of the top sports cars, with thick meat pads and soft, shredded fur that pushes her body down, and even if she's huge, she still steps on the roots like a smart bobcat in this dense forest.

She didn't know how long she had been running, but she ran from the edge of this huge mountain range to the center of the mountain range, and now it's by a stream that's going down. No wonder she felt almost like it. At this time, she turned her head and looked at Keiral with a huge eye and said, "Kai, what's so funny? You're happy. ”

'Cause, look, this world is so funny! Too much I don't know. Isn't that worth a drink? ”Keral Haha laughed, accusing this party of laughing heavenly and earthly.

“Hmm?” Hero turned around and looked at the forest and the mountains, because they had been running for quite some time, and they were already near the waist of the mountain, and from here, they could see the bottom of the mountain, the whole package.

But no matter how she looked at it, she didn't feel anything special about the mountain forest. I don't know if she had seen many mountains, or if Kerall was in a different situation.

“Huh?” Kerall muttered softly suddenly, "It looks like a sword, but the sword will be in such a place... is it because of the abolition of the awakener? ”

“Elves.” Keiral muttered softly, and seven or eight elves appeared beside Keiral, with men and women, three heads, very cute.

“Then please.” Kerall waved his hands gently, and the elves vanished into the forest with a giggling silver bell.

At the same time, Inélie instantly felt these three demonic powers, unlike Kerall, which she felt deeply as a sword, but only momentarily she had made a choice between abolishing awakening and keeping Kerall safe, choosing to strangle danger in the cradle.

And before that, she didn't even know there was an assassination because it was too far away, and that's why Kerall didn't need the sword girls. They were sharp spears, not tough shields, and sharp spears were used on the blade. The emotion that they used when they went to war inevitably appeared in Kerall's mind, which was a necessity for a commander, and there was nothing he couldn't do to win on the battlefield, which was that the girls with him in the morning and evening couldn't change that fact.

And so their feelings broke for 10 years, which any person who was exploited would naturally generate, and Kerall cherished these countless girls who had dedicated themselves to humanity, to the people, to ordinary people, so he never sent them to war, and he didn't have to do anything with them.

Keep them with you and treat them well.

That's Keiral's purest, purest idea.

But there is one person who has to be used to show value!

They have been trained by Division for many years, and this concept is deeply embedded in their minds.

Even as they began to hate the organization, they could not block their deep thoughts, and Kerall could not spy on people's hearts, no matter how powerful they were, and he could not know the mood of the girls who had been silently grinding knives for 10 years waiting to be used by him.

But soon he will know what the sword girls have done for him!

Of course, the real emotion has to be put after, before that, it's Inélie's part.

“Why kill each other?” She wears the costume and logo of the sword, a costume that naturally changes after leaving Camelot, one for easy walking on the earth and the other for a memory and a touch.

Wearing the same clothing (the sword clothes haven't shaken for a hundred years, this hundred years is really solid enough), plus if she doesn't have any demonic smell close to zero, then the big sword with a braided braid suddenly starts to look down: “What, a big sword ranked behind me dare to come to my business, get lost, let you go today for the sake of not using demonic smell and unlikely to wake up. ”

Inélie frowned slightly, although she was thirty-four years old, but because of the beauty of the sword, she even looked ten years ago. She did look very young in her twenties, and the cold appearance was very childish. All she could say was that the Braid Sword was too confident in her instincts and her perception of evil made her mistake in thinking that Inélie was a new sword.

But if Inélie could talk to the fellow under her feet with scars, she would know that the sword under her feet already represents the lowest level of the Great Sword Gate: a quarter of the half demon's half demon.

And lower levels of demonic power don't exist, demon? The demonic power of those things is much greater than that of Inélie, and they come more ferocious and appetizing.

“Don't young people respect people today?” As if she were asking the Braid Sword, and as if she were talking to herself, her words provoked the Braid Sword, and she laughed furiously, and the right hand of the sword shook violently. The buzzing sound was like a corrugated sword: “That's right! I forgot something! Attacks on fellow defendants can be abolished by the organization, so you can't stay! ”

“Hmm.” Inélie glanced at her coldly, making a nose sound, and she increasingly felt that the sword that Division had taught her had been mistakenly killed for killing demons because of the short cycle and the eagerness to deal with a large number of defectors from Camelot (all thirty ranked swords were likely to die from the problem, to the point that it was critical. Killed for hunting awakeners.

These three are the key.

In general, Rome is very indifferent to the problem of demons, because too many overly large and bloated lords, senior officials and governors make Romania indifferent to the civilian population, and [organizations] that cast demons only in villages or small towns are not afraid of Romania being too aggressive towards them.

And Isley, king of silver, sits in the town of Silver Empire, and no one organized to go there at all.

Of course there are no demons in the town where West Liveru sits, but elsewhere... hum, the organization is raging.

It is precisely because of this that the Great Swords have been fooled by organizations, obscured by organizations that give them disguises, like prostitutes and women, like noble women, but do not teach them a little knowledge, a little writing, except to speak, the Great Swords and even everyone can say that they are illiterate, as to the source of the information, far away from the crowd, who, in addition to obtaining information from the organization, can only occasionally talk about something from ordinary people as they pass through the town under cover.

So the organization hasn't sent the sword to the town much lately, and they prefer to wait for a village to die before sending the sword, and then they kill each other, and they collect the data.

So this braided sword has no idea who Inélie is, nor how long she has suppressed her demonic powers, how long...

So when her stunning wave sword met her predecessor's high-speed sword 10 years ago, what was waiting for her was a flash wound on her body.

No one can see how she made the sword, no one can see how she got hurt.

Just for a moment, the braided sword was already spraying blood all over the creek.

After all, Inélie was soft-hearted, because 10 years of her life without blood was without killing.

Broken hands and feet, unable to fight and fight for a short time, but the ability to recover with an offensive sword can be restored in about half a day.

And the demonic flesh and blood contained in the sword is not afraid of ordinary beasts.

That's what Inélie thinks.

Of course, when she lifted the sword across her scales, she still felt light-handed.

But it doesn't matter, because downstream Kerall already feels a runaway demon coming towards him along the creek.

“Let me see. Let me see.” Kerall grabbed her hand gently and then represented her on the surface.

“You're bleeding, don't rush.” Keralwen's words didn't get her calm answer, she just struggled endlessly: "Damn, damn, damn, damn, that sword, damn organization, damn demons, damn awakeners... damn! Goddamn it! Shit!”

“If I were you, I wouldn't hate anyone.” Keiral's words caught her attention.

“Hate anyone and can't solve anything.” Kerall stroked her thigh gently to smile, and then the white light gently covered her scaly wound: “Well, your wound, even and lightly chopped, although very fine, but look, she didn't want you to die, and even if it was an attack, you could heal in half an hour, wouldn't you? ”

I don't know if Keiral's gentle words worked or if he was healing her, she calmed down slowly, trying to reach out and gently touch Keiral's cheek, but her muscles were cut off and she couldn't do it.

“Look, you're so pretty.” Kerall smiled gently and healed all the wounds on her other leg and lower body, "so when you find yourself on such a touching side, you'll find that all the hate is so boring. ”

“Then you're good, so beautiful. You see, your smile is so bright. Why, so hateful?” Keiral's language did have an exciting power, and she gently touched Keiral's face and happily closed her eyes.

Kerall didn't catch the word she mumbled on her lips before closing her eyes.

The great power of my brother. (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.)