My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 335: Attacking Camelot

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“Well, Camelot's neighborhood is pretty much the same.” Keiral smiled and looked at the early spring buds in front of him and rejoiced. These were green vegetables. There were tens of thousands of such vegetable gardens in Camelot, and Keiral forcibly promoted the vegetable garden program in just a year and a half, relying on authoritarian political power.

The so-called "vegetable garden programme" refers to an agricultural recycling programme that forces farmers to feed three kinds of poultry simultaneously and to irrigate farmland or vegetable land with poultry manure. Each farm must own two plots of land: one farmland and the other vegetable land.

It was tyrannical, tyrannical, and a large group of people were bound to go into other industries because they were understaffed, but the immediate effect was good: even though 60% of farmers gave up their land to move into other industries, such as logging, fishing, salt, mining, and so on, and 40% of farmers took out their savings and invested and recruited people, a qualitative leap, and they found that every residue they had left behind from every item they planted could benefit the next business.

And then it's a very efficient cycle.

When everyone thought the plan would require a lot of investment and cost, they realized that it really wasn't as much as they thought it would be.

That is the benefit of a circular economy.

Everyone thinks it's just to make the cycle last longer, but only those who invest will find that this is the best way to save money.

One bypass, one hundred.

Never before have farmers found it that simple: you can feed chickens, feed ducks, feed goose, then add the leaves of the chicken goose to the leftover meal and feed the pigs, pigs and chickens and ducks and goose faeces mixed with human faeces, something that can increase the yield of the land by 10 to 30 percent.

It may be busy, but for farmers, what could be more satisfying than a harvest?!

“Farmers work in production, workers in handicrafts, fishermen in fishing and knights in combat.” Kerall stood on a high hillside with a fierce monsoon blowing his hair and silver wire waving like Alcatel was in a turbulent mood.

“As a result, the country began to grow stronger, the hearts and minds of the people became satisfied, and the power of the country began to be enriched.” Kerall waved his hand gently, as if to wave the infinite cloud away.

“Then.”

“It's time to start a war. ”

Alcatel looked in the eyes of the past, a pair of ambitious pupils, and this man, not as light and cloudy as his appearance seemed, did not care about everything.

“Perhaps someone will ask me why I hope so much for the world, knowing that I've got Lily, knowing that I've got this kingdom, knowing that I'm at the top.” Something called ambition flashes in Kerall's eyes, "because ah. ”

He turned around and looked at Alcatel: "Men like this exist without ambition!! ”

“Pfft...” Because he said funny, Dinesha couldn't help laughing at God behind him.

“Really, it destroys the atmosphere.” Keiral turned his head and glanced at her spoiled, speaking.

“Well, that's it for Camelot.” Keiral pointed to the forest to the east and said, "There's your companion. ”

“Are you kidding me?” Alcatel smiled cold.

“No, it's not a joke.” Kerall smiled slightly: "The so-called companion is not about any race, but about race. ”

“Vampires, or purebloods? Very few vampires. I've only seen one mutant like you.” Keiral is right, all he has seen is Evangeline's mutation, and Remilia and Frandorou have been around for a hundred years, even a thousand years, not counting as Keiral's witnesses.

“Vampire.” Alcatel looked at the white boy strangely: “Is that what you call me?! ”

“Blood, don't you yearn?” Kerall asked strangely.

“Not too eager.” Alcatel said in a low voice.

“So how about this...” Kerall gently cut a shallow mark on his finger with a silver dagger set around him, and the blood dripped out of his wounds.

“Ah...” The low roar in his throat represents Alcatel's desire.

“Can't it be?” Kerall's wounds sparkled a faint light, and the blood instantly disappeared.

“Something called a bloodthirsty means you exist. ”

“So go back to your companion's place, man, it's not for you anymore.” Kerall sighed like a root arrow and stabbed Alcatel in the heart.

“I, don't want to live as a monster in this world. ”

“So let me die as a human being.” Alcatel lowered his noble head, half-kneeling in front of Kerall, and pleaded deeply.

He consciously told him that the only one who could kill him was the one in front of him.

“Sorry, I can't kill my friend's people, and why are you so obsessed with human identity?!” Kerall wonders, whether Evangeline or Remilia, that he has never seen two people tangle with their own human beings, at best because they can't see the sun, can't walk in the daytime, regularly need blood sucking and cause trouble, genuine psychological discomfort, nothing.

“Why are you so obsessed with human identity? ”

“I, who bear the lives of the people of the entire territory, live in such an ugly manner in this world that I cannot bear it all.” Alcatel stood up, looked at Kerall, looked at Kerall with a thorough eye, and the awareness of death was already there.

Though the whole territory bears the lives of 153,6124 people, the consciousness of death is long overdue.

The only thing that was supposed to have died in battle was a monster.

Monsters should be slaughtered by human heroes.

“I'm sorry I didn't realize that.” Kerall looked at him with a smile.

“It is the hero who kills the monster, but I am only a wise man, a wise man who plots.” Keiral Haha laughed.

“Well, seal me up.” Reaching out his hands, as if he wanted Kerall to cuff him in his own hands, Alcat said, “If you're not going to die anyway, seal me, I'm willing to wait thousands of years for the heroes to slaughter me. ”

“Doesn't that matter?!” Kerall asks, "You're going to be very weak because you won't be replenished with blood donations, and then, perhaps, one day, thousands of years later, you'll die of thirst. ”

“Exactly what I wanted.” Lifting his eyes, Alcatel revealed a smile and said.

“Then seal yourself in the depths of the castle, where no one can find you.” Kerall laughs out loud: “I look forward to meeting you in the future at the end of time! ”

“Then I will kill you, wise man.” Alcatel smiled and was sealed at the very bottom of the castle until the end of a century...

That must be the best. Goodbye!

But now, it's wonderful.

“Is leisure time over?!” Kerall stretched a big lazy waist.

“Well, food preparation, OK, logistics preparation, military equipment, OK, military spirituality, OK, then, it's time to start plugging into the whole continent.” Keiral looked at the sea and asked the heads of the sword girls behind him, "What do you think of betting my life on the chips of this continent? ”

“It doesn't mean much.” Dinesha held her chest and leaned against the door with her eyes closed.

“It doesn't make sense.” Inélie spoke coldly.

“As long as it's my brother's decision, it must be good.” O'Neliah kept playing with her braids and laughing.

“Very clever decision.” Miriam said with a smile.

“Oh?” Kerall was very interested in Miriam's response.

“Settling in a corner is a conscious way to die. If someone is united in a continent, they can only be forced to submit. Why not fight now?” Miriam asked with a smile.

“Ha ha, sure, if you're up and down in combat, but intellectually you definitely have to stop what Miriam said.” Keiral turns around and looks out at the sparkling ocean outside under the sunset haha and smiles: “Yes, that's right, even though people from all continents, all nationalities, all cultures, all languages will collapse for up to 200 years, even only 150 years, it will give future generations a glorious history and ancestors. ”

“As long as you spell it, you have no regrets.” Kerall turns around and looks at the girls: “Whether it's the knights, Lily, me, or anyone in this country. ”

“In the first 50 years of this king, it was nothing more than a Roman province, but through the efforts of all, we gained independence and our own country.”

“Then, in fifty years' time, we will have our own empire. Not because of me, not because of Lily, but because of everyone's efforts. ”

“Those kids must be thirsty already, huh?” Looking at the knights in their outfits, Keiral laughed: "The so-called one heart means this moment. ”

“Does it mean that death has nothing to do with the cause of the nation?” Miriam asked with a smile.

“Yes, from the land, from the bloodline, from the race, from the honor that flows here, about to submerge Rome.” Kerall laughed.

“Come on, let's have a war, a big war! A war that has swept the world, from now on!” Keiral Haha laughed, turned around and walked out the door.

The swords laughed and followed behind Keiral outward - that kind of thing, whoever cares, our sword's wish is nothing but the purest hope for you to be safe!! (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.)