My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 247: Roadside encounters

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Fall.

Floating down the streets of Red Leaf Ridge, Maple Leaf adds a red color to Red Leaf Ridge, but this is not the maple tree that built Red Leaf Ridge 10 years ago.

Those trees were cut down or burned during the previous invasion by the League of Barbarians, and now only the tiny maple trees were replanted after Kerall broke down the Barbarians.

Kerall had also been cutting a generation of trees for 10 years and reminded that 10 years had passed and a new era had arrived.

But then the calculation was done, and the intention was to do so.

Because the roads directly funded by the Royal Family will be named [Royal XXX Avenue], and in order to show the special sign, most of them are in the form of maple leaves, because of the dragon slaughter, the red dragon flag with the maple leaf background becomes Camelot's king flag.

And this is really going to cost a lot of money...

Kerall slightly tangled.

He just seemed so happy playing with most people in the world.

He walked over to the woods.

Much of the area near Red Leaf Ridge has now been developed, especially on a road towards the Imperial City, both on mountain roads and on land, where most cash crops have been planted.

For example, cauliflower, for example, hollow dishes, parsley.

Little snow from the winter after the autumn harvest covered the land, which was already bare except for the sheds.

It was a moment when farmers could easily relax, and it was the most relaxing season for slaves.

“I'll kill you! I'll kill you, you lazy dog.” The sound coming from the side made Kerall's eyebrows slight.

“Hey, wait, buddy.” Kerall took Dinesha to the side of the farm, a farm on the side of the road, also on the farm, a stream that slowly flows up the ground through their doorstep, apparently a carefully chosen place to live.

Keiral's slight eyebrows were not due to the other party's dislocation. Theoretically, the king was royal, but Keiral had stipulated that he could have residency in a place for up to fifty years, up to twenty square kilometres, with just a certain amount of money.

This is, of course, the place of residence, and if Kerall finds out that they are using the land to grow profits, all the property of the person will be recovered.

With such heavy penalties, there is only one more opportunity for every citizen, which leads to the minimization of land scraps or profits.

Possibilities will not exist.

Kerall just came to see what happened here.

“Wait, sir, can you wait?” Kerall stopped the farmer from whipping, and the farmer, with a typical Camelot, a red nose, probably drank the wine, and from the smell of the wine on him, it was probably an apple brandy, and at each harvest the fruit farmer would leave the best apple behind, and then make the wine the way Kerall taught them, and at this point, when the fall harvest was over, he could open the brandy from last year and drink it with a lot of pain.

After a few years of experience, this has become almost a habit, making it a custom for all Camelos, as if it were a harvest.

The man with a lousy nose and a strong body wears a sheepskin jacket, which means his life is fine. This sheepskin jacket is on the market in a silver coin or so, and he's wearing cowhide pants, and it's probably filled with washed, sun-dried hay, right? Although a little rough, it does guarantee the warmth of winter, and winter in England, close to the Arctic, is not that simple.

Faced with Kerall, the other party saw who this man, who likes to wear white robes all year round, never wavers, rides the unicorn behind the sword.

He hastily stopped to bow and bow to Kerall, somewhat panicked, but it should be a matter of course to see the country's leaders.

Kerall flattened his hand: "Hello, may I ask what exactly this poor slave did to make you so angry? ”

“Oh, Your Royal Highness!” He replied, "This slave is lazy! I'll kill him to honor the other slaves! What did His Highness say? Kill an exemplar? ”

“You're lying, sir," Kerall lightly lit that slice of scaly, but numb slave: “Do you often abuse your slave? ”

“This...” he stuffed: “But, Your Highness, they're just a bunch of animals! ”

“They can be a civilian like you if they work hard for five years, why do you think they're animals," Kerall asked calmly.

“This...”

“I think the slave trade union will be back soon to talk to you, and you…” Kerall looks at the numb, but gloomy Gaul: “Probably become a civilian, as compensation. ”

Kaylar was shocked by the sudden burst of God in the eyes of the Gaul, who cried out: "My lord, please don't go, he's a pervert! He had tortured dozens of slaves and told the slave union that they had fled, and then he buried them in the back garden of his house! ”

Kerall's eyes stifle, and whenever there is such a pervert!

“Go dig,” Kerall said to the slave, "dig out everything you will inherit from him, lie and die. ”

Kerall glanced at the shovel, and the slave struggled and grabbed it.

The farmer's face changed and he had to smoke when he lifted the whip, but Kerall just flanked his face slightly and his movements paused on his body.

“Dinesha, look at him,” Kerall said calmly, not saying the next sentence, but everyone knows that if anything happens, there's no forgiveness!

The dead farmer looked at the slaves and dug up the remains of the slaves he had just buried yesterday.

“It's just the first corpse. There's plenty more in it. I heard him.” The Gaul gazed at this slave body as a predecessor.

Clearly, the farmer didn't care if the other person was there when the body was buried, but was intoxicated by the excitement of burying the body.

“You know what!” When I saw myself about to be put on the gallows, the farmer finally broke out! “You know what! My wife, my 10-year-old! My daughter! It's all ruined by these animals! It's all ruined! What do you know? How do you know the pain of our peasants when you smell like milk and dry, when you're born alive in soup and cheese? ”

Dinisa's gonna be pissed off when she opens her eyes. Who does he think he can abuse the Gaul for now? He thinks he can hire a whole bunch of people to take care of his farmland right now. He thinks he's alive now because of who?

“Why don't you join the army?” Kerall asks calmly, "Why don't you join the army because you're fit, you don't have any illnesses, you have good eyes? ”

“…” Recipient plug.

“Why did your wife and daughter die?” Kerall asks calmly: "And you, nothing? ”

“…” The other party is sweaty and still can't say anything.

“You coward.” Kerall said in a despicable tone: “You don't even have the courage to face them on the battlefield. You can only be humble and despicable. Enjoy my trophy at that time, enjoy the benefits I have brought you, enjoy the present life, and spit on your past, leaving your cowardice to the Gaul slaves. You coward!” Kerall scolded the farmer in a quick, bead-spitting tone.

“Now, I give you both a fair chance, Gaul, if you win this fight, you'll get this guy everything, and you...”

Kerall looked at the sweaty farmer: "If you win, I will spare you the crime of killing so many Gaul slaves before. ”

“Come on, let me see what you got. ”

“You just whipped him, and it seems like he hasn't eaten in days. You're the dominant one. What are you afraid of?” Keiral's voice was like a demon's summons, he asked with a smile.

“Grrr...” The farmer swallowed a sip of saliva, holding the whip in his hand and slowly holding the shovel, standing up and smiling at himself with a big white tooth of barbarians.

“Begin!” Kerall's chilling voice came from the shadow. Only Gaul saw the farmer rush toward the farmer with a shovel with his last strength. The farmer shouted and threw a whip at him, but he threw a shovel and blocked the whip, while he curled the whole whip. Then the whole man pounded his big white teeth on the farmer's neck and bit him hard...

It was a blow that bit through the artery.

He bit through his artery, drank his blood in a large mouth, and pressed the farmer with his own weight.

Two brilliant men were so entwined that they fell on the ground frozen by the ice.

Blood gradually spreads, melting away frozen and hard land.

The farmer slowly stopped twitching, and the savage climbed up from him with a bite of blood: “Do you count? ”

He doesn't know who Kerall is, but what he does know is that Kerall, who even the farmers fear, must be a very high-ranking man.

Then his words should have some credibility.

“Well, I'm going to work in the woods now, and you might enjoy your trophy first.” Keiral nodded at the house.

“Ha ha, looks like you still have some credit.” The other party laughed and started picking off the farmer's clothes. A good sheepskin jacket could change a lot of money.

“Hey, Kay, do you really want him to be free? A fierce guy like that?” Even Dinesha, who is accustomed to killing demons, can't help but be scared of the brutality that the other party has unleashed.

“It's all right, if the other side is disturbed, it will naturally be unbearable to cause trouble on both sides for three days. As a Gaul, he is guilty of a great crime whenever he commits anything.” Kerall laughed in almost every tone he ate. (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.)