My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 238: Thousands of Thousands of Thousands of Hearts

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“Huh. I can't help it.” Keiral exhaled gently and said with a drowning smile, just a glow over the golden lion, and the huge wound slowly recovered. Despite the excessive loss of blood, he wobbled and stood up, with the huge stature of the lion, as long as it was not a fatal wound, it was no problem.

“Lion, what a fortune.” Kerall shook his head with a smile, and Isley's men also had a silver-eyed lion, and now this golden lion...

“Will you bow down to her?” Keiral points to Artoria and asks, "You should know the law of competing heavens, the strong being king, right? You know, if you don't agree today, you'll never get out of this door, right? Choice, subjugation or death?” Keiral was going to be much more overwhelmed, and the aura immediately overwhelmed the golden lion, who, faced with the real male lion, had already turned his back on his heart... slowly lowered his forelimbs and bowed down to Artoria.

Alto Rialton looked a little overjoyed.

Kerall rarely sees Artoria like this, and smiles on her face.

“In the future, if you put a saddle on him, you can ride him to the battlefield. I don't know exactly how much weight he can carry. If he can wear all the iron and steel armor, with steel tails and claws, his killing power on the battlefield is good, but it should be.” Kerall touched his chin and looked, his thinking was agile. He valued the identity of the Lion Warcraft and its strong body and killing power more than Artoria liked. This is a meat grinder on the battlefield!

Unlike the Warcraft Horse, the Horse is nothing more than a herbivore, and although it can play a role by accelerating and carrying people, killing is naturally no better than killing carnivores.

And carnivorous animals are also extremely powerful if they can be domesticated. For example, compared to ornamental carnivores that have degraded into a family cat and can't even catch mice, the wild dog that hasn't completely degraded in the body can compete with the wolf, a more powerful species, such as wolf hounds with their black backs, facing the hungry wolf at all, and the top of the race, such as hiding the tiger, is no worse than facing the tiger.

This is the power of carnivores.

But leopard skeletons in carnivores are too light to bear the weight of the wolf's waist, while tiger shoulder spitting is not suitable for being a human being, and lions, especially male lions, with wide backs and strong powers, are a great riding tool.

At least that's what Kerall thinks after measuring the lions up and down.

“Kay, did you just come back?” Altoria asked Kerall with joy in her face.

“Well, I just came back,” Kerall smiled with a warm ocean smile: “So what did Carthage's envoy ask for? ”

“Just trying to trade with us.” Altoria shook her head and the Book of Nations could be delivered shortly. Compared to Carthage, she cared about Kerall… cooking!

“I'm hungry! Kay, cook for me.” She's pitifully adorable.

Keiral grinned and shook her head, and the direction she had evolved since the shower of dragon blood had become stranger and stranger: she could eat 2,000 grams of food in one breath or not eat for a month, which might be good for her talent, but Keiral had calculated that if she shared it evenly in this way, she would definitely have become a food eater!

Because she consumes three times as much as ordinary people, twice as much as knights!

This is absolutely not normal!

Well, Keiral made a bold assumption based on science, assuming Altoria was evolving, then eating so much food was normal, but he didn't know how long that evolution would last with normal human life... Keiral didn't know.

It's like eating a large amount of food after the Great Sword awakens, and Keiral speculates that this is an evolution too fast. The demonic flesh was constantly assimilated or assimilated by the human body, but after the massive ingestion of demonic gas triggered it completely, he would force it into the human body to cause deformation, which they call awakening.

A large amount of food after awakening attests to Kerall's idea, which is a lack of nutrition after rapid growth, and what is going on...

Although Kerall was able to find some confusion in Darwin's theory of evolution, he could not fully explain what had happened to them.

And now there are two people around Kerall who have evolved to the limit.

One has been throwing up her wrapped Priscia since she came back, the other has completely digested [Demonic Flesh] and her belly is already a smooth Dinesha.

The womb -- the womb disappeared, but as for whether they could have children or not, that's a thing to say.

Keiral suddenly thought of one thing, calling the maid, but calling the swordsmen.

A table full of dishes is made by a good man, Kerall, because in his own base, Kerall's tools are abundant, and the dishes are perfumed, causing a lot of waitresses and guards to swallow secretly.

It wasn't until a hundred swords were seated, Kerall, that they wiped their hands clean and came to the lobby.

Altoria sat on the throne and looked at them, but the more than fifty swords didn't feel much, and the remaining forty were a little disturbed, after all, for the first time they had experienced this.

“Kay.” Dinisa nodded softly to Kerall, and the so-called banquet was just a formality for them. She had seen a form introduced to them by the Supreme Power and Kerall here. Although formalism was annoying, being a politician could not even afford formalism. It was a real failure.

“Hello, everyone.” Kerall smiled and sat beside the throne, one table at a time, seriously doing a lot of people.

Hundreds of people's congress meals, but in fact, only Artoria had plenty of food in front of her, and the others were just a steak, wine, and foie gras sauce.

Though not much, it makes the swords very appetizing, especially the girls who roast lizards in the wild... and the dirt buns.

“Just this glass of wine to welcome you.” Keiral held up the red wine glass with a gentle smile, it was made of silver, it looked very beautiful, in fact it was also the style Keiral brought up. In this era without glass, gold was too heavy and appeared to be bursting, silver was implicit and silver bright, and the effect of testing poison was loved by the aristocrats. Many aristocrats were proud to have a set of silver dishes, silver plates, silver forks, silver knives, silver wine glasses, and more importantly, this set did not mean that they could eat on their own, but had a pair to entertain their guests.

Then dine on a table measuring between five and fifteen meters.

It's also Camelot's custom.

Hundreds of silver tableware are the backbone of the royal family!

The smile of Keralwin-Windlya made many swords feel very warm: "Welcome home! ”

Whatever country they were before, whatever race they were, when they became swords, they had only one home, Camelot, Red Leaf Ridge!

“Humph.” Dinisa smiled and lifted her wine glass and hit Kerall gently, as she naturally touched Kerall on her left hand.

“Please, drink this cup together.” Kerall smiled with a jovial opening.

“Yes." Inge swallowed, but the mighty swords of battle softened their lips and drank all the wine in the glass.

“This is my wife, King Camelot, Arthur, and I can give you my word, but her word, do you want to hear it too?” Kerall sat down with a naughty smile and asked.

Hundreds of eyes looked at Altoria, smiling, and the fur on her head seemed very spiritual, and she held up the knife: "You can cut meat like this, but only on the table. ”

“You guys are this.” She lifted the fork: "Sharp, able to eat and wear anything, but not resilient enough. ”

“You're strong and vulnerable, Kai is right, you're miserable, you're in a mood, we all know that.” Altoria shrinks her smile: "But as a king of a nation, I can compensate you not for any revenge, nor for any gold or silver, and all I can give you is a promise, a promise. ”

“I pledge to return all your shame and hardship to Stave within five years, a continent in which I pledge that you will be able to walk freely in the sun with the same laws and guarantees as ordinary people.” Altoria said calmly that she knew Keiral's plan, that there was no pressure to make promises, and that her tone made Keiral happier and happier, and that she had slowly begun to pass.

“Woo... woo...” I don't know which one started crying, a small half of the big swords cried low, really lifted the periphery cold armor directly hit the softest part of their hearts, this crying appearance made Kaylar's expression more and more dark, when he recovered Dinesha them, the conversation in his room at night completely controlled them, but most of the big swords were only reassured by Dinesha, as for the real heart...

Probably not until today, huh? Kerall looked at them with comfort and suddenly let go of his whole heart, and now everything is on track, and it is time to start engaging with international forces.

At this time, Keiral had a moving charm, losing his light, and he began to sweep the world with such moments as operational mobilization... (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.)