My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 300: Who Are You Crazy About?

PS: Amen, not me Black Christ, not me Black Christ, not me Black Christ... God don't chop me...

“What!”

Michelangelo came out excited, his whole hand was still blood, and he grabbed Gagheris' collar: “Are you serious? Is there really such a person? ”

“Absolutely!" frowned without concealing his aversion to Michelangelo, Gagheris retreated two steps from Michelangelo's blood only to find the basement empty but the bloody smell could not stop being disgusting. He felt like he was going to throw up.

“Bring him here! Bring him here! I want him!” Michelangelo screamed wildly, and now he's perfecting Serti's body, studying the mystery of eternal life he intends to use to study Serti's head secrets.

But now that there is a resurrection of the deceased in front of him, it is crucial to understand how he will be resurrected.

Michelangelo dumped the blood in his hand and put it all over his apron: "Come on, take me to see him. ”

“Okay.” He looked disgusted at Michelangelo's dark black apron, knowing it wasn't the original color of the apron, which was still white when it arrived in his hands, but it had been dyed black by dry blood for only two months.

It's disgusting.

Gagheris didn't want to stay here for a moment, just pushed the door out.

Michelangelo glanced at the back, where he was going to succeed according to Kerall's method of distinguishing blood types, studying with A, B, O blood, in a world without chemical instruments, there was only one way to distinguish between A blood, B blood, O blood, AB blood: by assuming that this blood type was A, and then colliding with this blood type and other blood types continuously and fusing, dividing, or serum fusion.

The cruelest part of this approach is that a blood type has a shelf life of 35 days, less if it is not frozen, and the initial inference is lost if the same matching blood is not found until it is tested.

For that purpose, Michelangelo has killed almost sixty people in two months, but that's it, and with that immortal guy around, a lot of his research would be going fast, and really, I'm afraid a lot of things would be solved if I kept working on C.C.?

Michelangelo defamed a sentence in his heart, but he was happy: if this man was truly immortal, perhaps more questions would be explained, knowing that the problems posed by a man's experimental problems would solve a lot of things, including the relationship between the kidneys and J chickens - problems that cannot be derived from experimenting with women.

He was looking forward to walking with Gagheris on his way to Titus, but all the servants and guards on the way were hiding their noses away from him - you know, even Gagheris, who had gone through hundreds of battles on the battlefield, couldn't accept the smell of his blood, and where else could these ordinary people resist?

The two men travelled all the way to the prison camp outside the city.

Since Beowulf was behind the scene and had taken over most of Lancelot's power, it had nothing to do with the prisoner of war camp being outside the city. Anyway, it was the looted farmers who died and were not saddened to be captured.

And Lancelot is too lazy to care about these marginal Roman farmers, who are not Romans, who have been captured outside his control.

Lancelot doesn't do things that are neither profitable nor dangerous. So it's perfectly safe for Gagheris to keep the POW camp outside the city.

And there are 5,000 permanent fighters outside the POW camp, who had many prisoners in the camp, but were replaced by two other castles, so there's only about 2,000 more, not to mention, 5,000 knights of the elite, and even more than twice as many enemies as they themselves, they can slaughter them all, let alone the weaker, fewer Roman peasants than they are?

So more than 2,000 people have tents, but nobody dares to move, and they dare to flee.

Stay here in the future is just to work, and in any case, there is food here, but if you run away, you will be killed directly, and if you are found out that you have a family to sit on (even sitting means Yuan Yuan invented, Yuan Yuan after breaking Da Song captured too many prisoners can not see themselves, so even sitting on this punishment, even sitting means making people into a group of ten people. Ten teams, ten teams, one battalion, if one person runs away and one group kills one group, one group runs away and kills all one battalion, then nobody dares to run away, even to fear being seated and snitched on each other, the evil nature can be seen.

The emergence of this criminal law gave whistleblowers access to alcohol and then became more stable.

And these 50 preachers are harder to keep with than farmers.

In Kerall's lesson, doctors (doctors of this era are mostly witch doctors and indigenous doctors, the best doctors are studying academia, all in Greece.), and religion are the two most dangerous professions.

The unconscious behaviour of the former is likely to cause a massive plague, while the mental contamination caused by the latter behaviour is absolutely catastrophic.

So Keiral taught the lesson very well for medical common sense and spiritual training against religion.

Gagheris inherited Kerall's religious caution by arranging dozens of Iron Blood Knights to resist pressure, but was a direct disregard for each other's words, and in the face of Gagheris and Michelangelo, the knights were all saluted and frightened by the followers strapped to the ground.

“Who is Jesus?” The faithful shut up.

But Michelangelo was happy to drag out of the crowd a long-haired man with closed eyes and silent eyes.

The blonde man's robe was washed white, and there was nothing special but a rush, his clothes were not as good as the average farmer's, and his hands and feet were calluses, but Michelangelo grabbed him directly.

Like the water that fell into the oil pan, it instantly blew up, and more than fifty people struggled to rescue their boss, but tied hands and feet prevented them from doing anything, not to mention that the knights around them did not hesitate to hold the knight's sword and pull it up with a sheath.

Whatever they say, Christians are flesh and mortal, and naturally they can only be beaten to the ground.

“How did you recognize me?” The man who opened his eyes had an unusual charm in his eyes, a mixture of maturity and knowledge that made all knights praise from the bottom of their hearts as soon as they opened their eyes.

The character of this person is similar to that of Lord Kerall, but it is different. If Lord Kerall is as warm as the sun in the winter and as dignified in the summer, this person is like a book, only turn to the next page to know the page of this person's life.

This man is really a very attractive person. No wonder the guy who mixes the qualities of a mature man with a personal leader is reluctant to open his eyes, otherwise he will be exposed in a moment. But it doesn't matter now that you're caught, he asks, "Why did you come to me? ”

“Oh, for what? You'll see.” Michelangelo revealed a very sunny smile, um, very Keiral's fax, at least his disciples couldn't tell what was wrong with him looking for a teacher.

“Release his feet and let him follow me.” Michelangelo smiled and said to the knight next to him.

The knight pulled out his sword with his head down and cut the rope between his feet.

I don't know why looking at Michelangelo's smile, the fear in his heart is bigger, he is a knight, nature and this group of believers who have not even seen blood a few times, have always lived in the affluent regions of Rome different. How much blood does that apron on Michelangelo take to dye like that? He doesn't know, and he doesn't want to know, he is not like that group of believers. What he fully knows is that Michelangelo is not a butcher or a butcher, but a guy who has made hundreds of people disappear directly for scientific purposes in this world without a trace...

What a horrible guy, you better go.

“Thank you." Jesus lowered his head gently and thanked the knight.

If you want to thank me, just go with this lunatic. I don't want him to see me, and I don't want to deal with him too much. The knight under the mask gave a smiling, crying look, waved his hand and promptly followed Michelangelo's footsteps.

“What's your name?” Michelangelo smiled and asked Jesus, as if two good friends were talking.

“Jesus, my name is Jesus, may God bless you.” Jesus lowered his head and said softly that his voice was full of magnetism and persuasion, but that he was forced to think that what he said must be right!

“Oh, Jesus? But I don't believe in God. Isn't it a little strange to have someone I don't believe in, or God bless me?” Michelangelo asked with a happy smile on his face.

“Those who believe in God will go to heaven after death, enjoy eternal life, and those who do not believe in God will go to hell after death and suffer endlessly.” He whispered that the sound was infectious and left no choice but to believe his words.

“Oh, I wonder what Mr. Jesus thinks of medicine?” Avoiding the word of Jesus, Michelangelo asked with a happy smile.

“Saving people is good.” He whispered back.

“Well, then I suppose a little help from Mr. Jesus would be okay for medical reasons?” Michelangelo asked with a smile.

“Never quit.” (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.)