My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 330 Guided Tours

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A blood-red irregular object appeared in front of Dinesha et al.

“If you're here, why don't you show up at first sight?” The thick, bloody thing represents its identity and is definitely not the existence of justice, but Keiral doesn't care that he slowly came here surrounded by the sword girls in a thin coat.

In the face of such a group, Keiral clearly knew that it was artificial, but the definitions of justice and evil were unclear, and it was foolish to take a stand to determine justice and evil, and he did not want to be too rude in oppressing each other - although his work on the magic of light made him completely capable of destroying what the group did not know.

“Awesome. Awesome.” The low voice was overshadowed with elegance, and a man slowly stood up from that thick, bloody thing, and at first his figure was not obvious, but when his body was completely upright, it made him appear in front of Kerall.

Keiral's eyebrows were slightly picked, but he didn't say anything. Roman armor was made after two years of taking over Nero's manufacturing technology. It was lightweight and sturdy and prevented the throwing of bows and arrows. In general, Romans almost always set a vest of copper armor, but even if the vest of copper armor was removed from their shoulders, it would be fatal. This iron armor was not only lightweight, but could also put a layer of ring armor in it. Naturally, it was popular and loved by the military.

This is not something that anyone can have. It must be Nero's favorite, trusted military personnel to qualify. Nero relies on this award. The honorary method of awarding armor has caged a large number of young soldiers loyal to her, putting out the emerging aristocracy group to fight with the old brand aristocracy group.

Of course, the old aristocratic group has deep roots and many powerful party feathers, while the emerging aristocratic group has emperors in the back, it is really hard to say who can win.

“Who are you?” Understood he was Roman, but what's a young man doing in Camelot at this hour? Kerall knows that Nero intends to stabilize the Eastern Front defense with Dracula, and then mobilize the army to overthrow Camelot.

There are three such benefits, one being a brilliant wise man like Kerall, one being able to gain the enormous wealth that Camelot has accumulated for three or four years across the country, and one being able to kill chicken monkeys and crush more and more provinces from which the uprising is taking place.

One might find it a very unwise decision to go to war with an island country like Camelot, but Kerall knew that Camelot had a few very attractive points, one being that he, Nero, the resolute sharpener after he slept with him that day, wanted to wash his bed with shame.

One is Camelot's richness, Camelot's grain production is firmly controlled by the royal family, no one else knows, but the sale of alcoholic beverages such as wine, wheat wine, rum, the export of cloth silk and cotton, and the maturity of steel smelting technology make Nero insatiable.

And finally, Nero is going to show a gesture, and she's going to tell all the rebels in the actual language of action: Don't be silly, I didn't care about you at all. Look, I'll go first. Camelo's done it, and I'll do it again. If you know each other, surrender well, you still have a rich life in the future. At best, you have no right. If you don't surrender... let's do it!

Keiral's speculation has always been extremely prestigious, especially with regard to the character of the pillow man, and most of his speculations will be correct.

But what happened to this Roman soldier who showed up here? And what about that sticky, bloody thing?

“Are you Keral-Etok?” The person's low, magnetic voice rang in everyone's ears, and it's a good thing there's no idiot here, otherwise it's going to get wet just listening to his voice.

“Exactly. Who are you?” Kerall stared at him and something was wrong with him, but he was still going to take another look.

“My name is Alcatel.” His voice had just fallen on Kerall, and the surprising voice appeared in his ear: "Dracula? Aren't you the Admiral of the East Line? How did you get here? ”

Kerall has good reason to be shocked, because what does Dracula mean to be here? If Nero was so stupid to deal with him, if he was a leopard, so precise, so fast, so fast, so fast, then Alexander was the lion, and if he let go of the iron cage that bound the lion, then the whole of Rome would be devastated. Don't she understand?

If that's the case, I'm afraid his bet with Alexander will end with his loss.

Alcatel shook his head, and His Majesty used to praise Kerall for his wisdom, which he didn't quite believe, because many Romans thought it would be ridiculous if smart people were concentrated near Greece and Rome, and if such smart people could also be found in the countryside like that?

But the truth is, even in places like Camelot, where the foundation of education is so low, genius still exists, and Kerall is not a genius, he's a miracle.

He didn't believe it, but it was absolutely horrible to face a guy who could tell his real name from his name in less than two seconds.

“City, broken.” Alcatel did not hesitate or want to lie in front of Kerall, because it was nothing more than deceiving himself, and he stared at Kerall's faint words.

Keiral must laugh if he is a hero, if he is a hero, he is happy, if he is a bear, he is angry, but Keiral's is a ghost sigh, how can Alcat not see his mind.

The laugher must have seen the Roman dilemma. The glad one must have felt that there was no place for him in the world. The furious one felt that Alexander had robbed his name and land, and the sigher... too strange.

“Why do you sigh?” Alcatel had to ask.

“It's going to be a mess, Nero's going to be a mess, Alexander's going to be a threat, and I'm still nestled on this island, naturally a little depressed.” Kerall smiled and said.

He frowned slightly, and Alcatel was very reluctant for Kerall to call him His Majesty in such a friendly tone, but the point he cared about was not here, "Do you want to get involved? ”

“Bunch of bucks, why can't I hunt with them?” Kerall crooked his head and asked, "This move made Dinisa love it, completely irresistible.

“Rome will not perish, and Rome will be glorious under His Majesty's leadership.” Alcatel has always been certain of this, because Nero showed unprecedented courage, a sense of decisiveness in slaughtering and resolutely uprooting the great noblemen from Rome, and he cannot be mistaken that only Nero, and only Nero, has the courage and determination to do these things, Claudius I (now called Nero Claudia II by all.) and the great nobles compromised and peeled for most of their lives, the previous generation of the small nobles were depressed, but it has been resolved to this day, Claudie II has the direct power to appoint the army, Claudie II has cleansed the army, assigned officers, took over the power of the army, and then the great nobles are cleansed again.

Claudette II's boldness, even though Alcatel feels dead and no longer cares about human affairs, can't help refuting Kerall's myths about the only remaining loyalty in the blood.

“Ha.” Keiral laughed: "Nero's greatest threat comes from the inner and outer layers, the nobility rebellion is actually nothing, she with military power can easily crush these nobles, the foreign invasion is nothing, as long as inspiring the national self-esteem of Rome can naturally work together to tear Alexander apart, but when the two add up, Rome is dangerous and rushing? It's possible, but in the face of stress, people have two choices, one is to get up and chase, the other is to collapse. Nero is talented, but unfortunately... she's a woman.” Women are a little more likely than men to collapse, a fact that arises from physiological structures that Alcatel cannot deny.

In fact, when Keiral sighed, there was another idea he could not say, and without him Nero might have resorted to more brutal means of dealing with his own pressures, but once he was a man... a woman would have to rely on him independently once she had a man, which was probably the source of Nero's collapse.

Honestly, it wasn't until many years later that Kerall realized how little he looked at Nero.

But at this time, when the situation is unclear, Kerall is quite right, and even Alcatel cannot argue with Kerall in his mouth and reason.

“Come on, I'll show you the secrets of our Camelot.” Keiral smiled and waved his hand to show the swords to disperse, but he was not in the battle department. Only when Dinesha nodded her head gently to the sisters and said she would look at him did the swords put their swords in sheaths and disperse.

“Aren't you afraid I'll learn?” He had nothing to do with human beings, which Kerall did not know, which means that Kerall is now treating “General Dracula of Rome” rather than “Alcatel the Vampire”. This magnitude is really strange, and even Alcatel's heart can't understand where Kerall's magnitude came from.

“Learn? I've been feeding dogs all these years if I could just learn by looking at them.” Keiral smiled slightly and didn't care about the childishness in his words, jokes, basic mathematics, basic physics, basic chemistry, basic biology, basic medicine, basic astronomy, basic geography, basic agriculture... This series of studies is all a loop, if someone can really see it, learn his stuff, then he really lived his life on a dog. (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.)