My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 251 Nero's Appreciation

PS: I drank so much wine for the first time, two bottles of beer, and then I was just a little dizzy, but my body itched so badly that I knew I was allergic to alcohol...

PS1: It's late, I'm sorry, mainly my hands are itchy today, my little arms are sore, muscular acid, it's really alcohol that kills people, I'll never touch it again ~ I'm wrong ~

“Your name is Lancelot?” Nero, who bit a mango with Jiro's leg, asked with a slight frown.

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Kneeling under the throne, of course, is Kerall's childhood friend Lancelot.

“Do you know Kerall? Kaylar_Etok, now Prince of the Kingdom of Camelot, wise man, Kaylar?” Nero has repeatedly confirmed it.

“Yes, I know him, and I know Artoria Arthur, King of Camelot, who looks exactly like you, even around him, but I didn't have a wisdom eye before, I just missed it.” Lancelot's blonde hair drifts with some regret, he said.

“Ha ha, yes, stupidity is not terrible, the terrible thing is that you don't realize it.” Lancelot was relieved when he spoke of two similar-looking Nero men who were not angry and believed him immediately, at least the rumored tyrant had not said anything against his sword.

The other party is the emperor, has the mysterious power to hold, and more importantly, the reputation of the other party [brutal] is well known. Lancelot knows that brutality is the most troublesome attribute in the face of others with deterrence and reduced attribute bonuses.

Faced with Nero's fighting power, he can't even let go of 30%!

Isn't the king a good match? Lancelot can't help but think of Kerall's wife, King Arthur's preached [immortality] attribute, is it true that immortality?

He fought a slight cold war.

“So you came to see me wanting?” She doesn't believe that the other party is Kerall's messenger, and even as Kerall is now a messenger, it's not possible to send this guy here.

Although only for a moment, this guy just raised his head to look at himself. The kind of ambition and desire that popped up in his eyes is definitely the kind of guy that Kerall doesn't like with a light, cloudy heart. Although this guy is a friend of Kerall, he's definitely not one of his men!

“Yes, I want you to call me Lord of Belgium.” Lancelot looked up and smiled, without any sense of shame or shame on the part of the dignitaries.

“Ahahahahahahahahaha...” Nero Claudius laughed heavenly: “Do you know how many nobles we have in the Holy Romanian Empire? How big is Belgium? Do you know how many people have more power than you? You and I are not Romanian, why should I give you such a big territory? You know, it's Grand Duke territory. ”

Nero asked with endless cynicism and disdain.

Her Majesty, the Supreme Emperor of the Holy Roman Empire, certainly has this qualification and strength.

“Because I am the one who attaches the utmost importance to and understands Kerall throughout Rome.” Slightly bowed his head and smiled in his words, Lancelot's unbearable pride upset Nero.

“Proud aristocrats of Romans don't know anything about that place, do they, Camelot? But His Majesty and I are well aware of [the man's] ambitions. He will never stop walking, but his power has become more precipitated, even though he is stuck for a moment, right? If you go to Belgium with contempt, you will be crushed and crumbled.” Lancelot's voice says with a compelling power: "And me, and you, are the guys who value [that man] immensely. My talents, combined with your strength, will surely stop his ambition. If you will believe me and give me strength, I will defend your dignity with loyalty and force. ”

That's bullshit.

Both parties are well aware.

If Lancelot's loyalty was reliable, it would not be a bargaining situation at all.

It's Lancelot waiting for Nero's arrangement.

It's just Lancelot in the Holy Romanian Empire. Do you really want to fly up a branch and be a phoenix?

Lancelot cannot wait in this great age of heroes, the previous Kerall, behind one Dracula, does not yet know how many people grind knives and wait for Ho Jing.

He was born in poor condition, then waited for the accumulation of power, when really didn't know when to wait to go, after the war?

Only if the sword is deviated will he be eligible to participate in this game, and only then will he be eligible to compete with the heroes of the world.

So here he is, using His Majesty the Romanian Emperor's cruelty to Kerall to sell his teammates!

Kerall sells it!

Lancelot thought it would work, didn't he?

“Fine, then order you to be Duke of Ben, in command of Belgian territory, and I'll give you a conscription quota of 30,000 men, how about that?” Nero finally compromised on national and personal aversion, he said.

“Thank you very much.” Lancelot slowly retreated, smiling like a fox.

“Merlin, I don't like this kid.” A disgusting look appeared on Nero's face, she said to the woman around her.

“I agree, Your Majesty, this guy is a destabilizing factor.” Merlin frowned slightly.

“Then throw this pawn away after the war with Carthage.” Throw away an ivory-made chess piece at will, Nero said boringly.

“Agreed." Mellin laughed.

“How about that.” Outside the palace, in a small hotel, sitting on a table eating snacks of blonde hair, her eyes lit up when she saw Lancelot come out, asking, "This woman is Morgan.

“Very well, at your behest, we have fully received the title of Duke of Ben, and the next thing we know is our two territories.” Lancelot said with excitement.

Morgan calmed down after the initial excitement and said in a disdainful tone: “Wake up, idiot, she chose you not because of your military talent or because of your ambition, but because you are more lacking than ordinary aristocracy, even if you eradicate it in the future, you will save more time. ”

“Of course I know that," Lancelot's eyes shined with ambition. He was a man of strong desire. Even before, he was ambitious in fantasy township, but fantasy township people were desperate, and there were so many talented people, most people ignored him, and in the end Lancelot didn't just become friends with the idiot (9), which is why he would play with her.

“But so what? She won't have a chance.” Lancelot's face revealed a confident smile: "The herd of bucks, Rome is the deer, does she really think she can turn the sky and escape from the palms of others? Always old deer. ”

“Of course not. Although I am from grassroots and have a weak bottom, I have to struggle to be at least a deer splitter in the face of an old deer.” Lancelot had a confident, proud smile on his face, he said.

“Humph, just hope you don't forget our deal.” Morgan snorted and got up and left.

The two of them, like Lancelot and Nero, are just using each other. As for the personal relationship... after using each other, they have to kick each other off, which is absolutely nothing.

Lancelot talked about a bottle of brandy walking up the stairs, his power, his background there.

His Ranger Squad!

“Well, then," Lancelot said, roughly as a consequence, making them understand that he is now a duke and will soon take up his duties in the Territory, naturally offering an invitation, and he very much looks forward to his companions continuing to fight with him.

His eyes swept back and forth on the faces of four people, and Rafael had been stopped by Lancelot on behalf of Kerall's friends since his separation from Kerall, and the two remaining assassins had gone back to their respective organizations.

“Of course!” [Crazy Blacksmith] Asda raised her head unquestionably and said, a silver-grey haircut spread out with great arrogance: “How can you succeed without me? ”

Lancelot has become accustomed to this way of getting along with his friends, just smiling and looking at the Persian aristocrat Raymond.

“Sorry, I decided to go to Dracula's.” Raymond smiled and turned down Lancelot's request: "It seems to me that Dracula can never stop Alexander, and I have to help him. ”

“Okay.” Slightly disappointed, Lancelot looked again at [Silent Eagle] Rudolph.

“I'm going back to Camelot.” Rudolph's choice was unexpected, and since the last time he stood up in the face of Kerall's danger, it seems that he was still quite patriotic.

“I'm with Rudolph.” Raphael didn't wait for Lancelot to ask himself, he said.

He wanted to go to Camelot, which the bard had been singing about, but Lancelot had been dragging himself under various pretexts, and this time he had to talk first, Lancelot couldn't help it.

“Whoa, okay.” Lancelot was slightly disappointed that although only one Astor helped himself and his logistics should not be an issue, the two remaining men, a Spear Force Leader and an Archer Force Leader, were suddenly lost.

Damn it.

After biting his teeth, Lancelot took the decency to send them away with a smile.

“Let's go.” Turning back, Lancelot said to Asda with a gloomy face, "I'm sorry, but we have to do something to make them regret it. ”

“Of course!” Yasta's arrogant laughter with huge arms carrying huge hammers.

“Let's go, Duke!” Lancelot jumped the horse and drank.

On that day, 16 March, Lancelot entered the horizons of all national leaders at an alarming rate of promotion, and this year officially began. (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.)