My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 342 Letter

PS: Second more. Unsurprisingly, it would be great to write about giants ~

PS1: I can't support going to sleep. In fact, the scum imprint is already asleep. I will tell you that he has been trying to lie ~

PS2: Good night, look forward to seeing your tickets and tickets and tickets in the morning.

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Meanwhile, in the castle of the Silver Empire.

The castle is surrounded by immense demons, the castle of the Silver King, the far north.

Normally, mortals must never step into a forbidden place.

If you want to say why, it's because there are 300 hungry monsters here.

That's all.

It's not a problem for the average person to come to a forbidden place, either at high altitudes, or for that cold Arctic wind, or for 300 hungry monsters.

Because she's a bigger monster called "Priscia.”

Compared to the monsters, who were only about two meters tall and 50 or 60 meters tall, she obviously couldn't compete with those monsters in appearance at all, but in the face of that oppressive, overwhelming demonic temper, a group of monsters behaved as if they were ladies to be married.

“Eh... here I go again. ”

Looking at the huge North Maisley, Priscia looked up at her head and said in all her tone unhappy: “So annoying... so annoying... so annoying...”

“Every time my brother asked me to send you letters... so annoying... so annoying...” Her demons were manic and fierce, looking at Isli, looking at Ricardo, looking at everyone here full of killing intentions, uncovered and unscrupulous.

“Why don't you just... kill you and tell your brother that you're all dead and I won't have to come back next time?” She licked her fingers and still had undried blood on them.

When she was in Camelot, she was strictly forbidden to eat any civilians, and she used Keral's blood to comfort herself on a daily basis, but now that she's out, she's hungry all the way! For the Romans, they don't know how many brothers they eat, they don't care, they don't care, it's wonderful.

But you have to go back to your brother after you eat!

Priscia, who has made up her mind, has decided to eat enough for years to come.

So she had terrible blood on her, the last legacy of countless human deaths, a monster named Priscia, more terrifying than all the monsters in this castle, more suited to the word "monster”!

All the awakeners tremble in Cesar.

After all, the Silver King of the Far North, Isli maintained his own demeanor.

The giant half-man moved forward a few steps, and the sound of a harder hoof banging on the floor echoed back in this empty palace: “Where's Kerall's letter? Show me.”

“…” was silenced for a long time, eventually killing all the people here, possibly leaking, and the fact that my brother would be angry measured clearly and then took out a letter that was put in his own flesh.

It was a letter bearing the seal of the Camelot royal family.

With his fingers, he easily opened the seal of the letter and looked at the letter inside. Finally, a smile appeared on his grim face.

“Little ones, it's time, let me go south!!” Isli roared, and instantly the whole mountain was shaking.

Priscia had a surprise look on her face. I didn't know this man was strong.

In Lugdungulu province, in the castle of the Grand Duke of Quintus, Keiral sat in a room full of Camelo style looking at something in front of the Red Leaf Ridge assassination unit.

Or children, more appropriately.

That's right, the Red Leaf Ridge assassination squad, from nothing to nothing, was formed by Kerall alone, and Kerall gradually grew after he was about 10 years old and had his own independent abilities.

Kerall was really the first to build, the first to take control, the first to mature team was not his student, not his Red Leaf Knight, not his Red Leaf Guardian.

It's this unit.

This is not even a name, and the external name is simply "Red Leaf Ridge Assassination Force”.

In fact, this unit has a name.

[Assassination weapon for organization only], referred to as [Soldier].

“Very detailed information, very hard work, Mikasa, Helista.” Kerall put the file on the table and spoke to the two girls in front of him.

“Ha, it's an honor to serve you.” Their left hands simultaneously reached the back of their waists, their right hands touching their chests and speaking out loud.

“Ha ha, don't be so serious here.” Kerall waved with a smile.

“Have you been back to see Keith?!” Kerall stood up smiling and poured himself a cup of black tea, then poured the cup of black tea in front of them and asked with a smile.

“Yes, Coach Keith is still so healthy and vibrant.” Mikasa smiled.

“Ha ha, that's great.” Kerall came to the window with black tea, "Has it been... ten years?” Keiral looked out the window as if he could still see the growth of a group of little radish heads back then.

[For organization-specific assassination weapons], the establishment of specialized troops was not actually initially a national intelligence organization.

It is simply a group of children trained to deal with the organization, whether they are of high or low descent, men or women, weak or small, who are selected on one condition: children who have a deep hatred for the organization and who will never betray it.

Now this bunch of kids are fully grown up to be the top guys yet.

While still observing and assassinating the group, a group of children as young as seven or eight years of age were in fact now completely at the forefront of Camelot intelligence.

That's what they say!

These two girls are the best of them, both intellectual and artistic.

So the two of them are actually guys called "intelligence leaders."

“Mikasa, is your angry brother all right now?” Keiral smiled and turned to ask with a cup of tea.

“Ah, well...” Mikasa unconsciously shifted her gaze. She was a very brilliant girl, Mikasa-Akman, a girl of the best in tactics and intelligence gathering, or martial arts and skill, but she had a very ungrateful brother, and the kid on the first day of camp dared to speak wildly about killing all the demons in the world, a kid who was not fit to be an assassin at all.

The kid named Alan Yeager will probably survive on Mikasa's wings by now, right?

Smile gently, let go of Mikasa's predicament, opened her eyes slightly, which, although the broken pupil told others that it was still an unusable organ, the fine light reflected from the pupil left the two strong women in front of her to sit upright on their own.

“So, the great tools of the organization are now clear to everyone?” He asked gently, and nobody knew what it contained. (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.)