My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 358: The Return of JOAN

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JOAN. Now that she has determined that the other party is a friendly army, she naturally knows nothing and says nothing, not to mention that she needs the help of the other party. Naturally, she can't be cold face to face.

From time to time, Alexander Howdy laughs in the big accounts and looks at the bad luck of neighboring countries. Isn't this something that Macedonia is happy to see?

Alexander wiped a tear in the corner of his eyes and looked at Joan, his face filled with praise and asked: "I admire you, you are such a good general, how about considering Macedonia for the job?! ”

Alexander made a money gesture: "Treat me or something. Say it! ”

The whole account is quiet, and no one can imagine that Alexander would say that at this time! What the fuck! All Macedonian generals know that Alexander can be 2 sometimes, but they never thought it would be now!

Everyone calmed down and looked at JOAN. It was quite disturbing. Though they knew they could never agree to it, they were still waiting for it.

JOAN's eyebrows rose.

She looked at Alexander's face for a long time and closed her eyes: "Please don't joke about it again. ”

Cassandra's killings slowly calmed down, and if Joan dares say yes, she will kill them both!

“Yah.” Alexander patted himself in the back of the head, looking depressed: “Kai's got a lot of charm, little girl. Both of them are frowning at me. Right, really, just because I don't look good? ”

His self-ridiculous joke suddenly made the generals in the big accounts laugh, the atmosphere suddenly relaxed, they were the people who had met Kerall, it was really interesting to hear Alexander say that, comparing his rough, angular face with Kerall's delicate little white face, it was just too much fun.

“Sire, I didn't surrender when Kai solicited me.” Kachanda shouted.

“Go, go, go!” Alexander grabbed the glass and threw it over. Kachanda jumped up and grabbed the glass and ran out of good wine: “Ha! Camelot's wine is delicious. ”

“Indeed.” Alexander touched his chin, his rough hands wandering constantly on the chin's stubble: "Now whether it's silk, good wine, or anything else, it's Camelot's good. Isn't a lot of unemployed people in the country crushed by Camelot's cargo... General Joan, what do you think?? ”

Alexander asked Joan this question strangely.

“I'm just a general. I'm in charge of the war.” JOAN dodged the problem gently, looking at Alexander, she wanted to see the look on his face, but how could a depressed big face prevent JOAN from seeing any substance?

“Teacher, what do you think?” Alexander turned around and asked the first old man sitting on his right.

JOAN Ding looked at each other and saw their origins at a glance. It must be Aristotle, who is called the Great Sage of Macedonia?

This is a world-renowned wise man, and even Joan had to look up to each other.

“Restrict the entry of Camelot's goods, and then we wait for the people of the country to develop for a long time before we have a good life.” Aristotle squeezed his eyes and squeezed: “Be prepared without wine, without good clothes, without gorgeous works of art, without good books and without iron weapons. ”

“Yea...” Alexander exhaled, smelling like alcohol: “Are you really going to cut meat? But according to Kai, he's gonna make us all the money. ”

“Isn't that what His Majesty is capable of?” Aristotle laughed and said, "I'm really looking forward to what happens to Uma's trade being held by Kai. ”

“Ha ha, that's funny.” Alexander stood up, ambitious and ambitious, “indeed, whether in battle, in the mall, or in battle of will and philosophy! I won't lose anyway! ”

“Oh, oh, oh! Your Majesty is gorgeous!” A group of generals applauded, stirred up, whistled whistle, was a complete gangster army of doers that made Joan look silly.

“Is this the kind of army that beat Egypt?” JOAN felt like he was going crazy, did he... can this group really represent the highest military level on this continent?!

In any case, JOAN intends to return to Camelot as soon as possible. What's it like in Macedonia?

After articulating his ideas, Alexander replenished Joan to a very large extent and told her that she did not have to worry about the Roman siege, because for some reason Macedonia and Rome and Camelo now belonged in a social relationship, and although Rome would be vigilant towards Camelot, Rome would not be too difficult for a remnant who had returned home.

JOAN, who left the castle of Dracula in the early morning of the following day, really did not encounter any Romans on this journey, and JOAN, who went west on this journey towards the province of Lugdungulu, arrived very smoothly in five days' time, already belonging to the province of Lugdungulu, Camelo - the jungle trails and stone slab avenues are of course incomparable, two different weights from the enormous burdens he had when he came out earlier and the light ride he now has in Yangzhou.

Combined with the victorious return and the glorious addition, the mood and body are both delightful. The knights who took a day off in Macedonia alone are no longer in a state of spiritual shock, and even a few more battles do not seem to be an issue.

But now that the knights are completely unconcerned with the battle, the next Hercules will soon be added to their heads, and in the face of the envy of all and the possibility of a hereditary enclosure, the water will definitely fall on all the population.

Camelot's enclosure is strictly regulated.

From barren, good, excellent to fertile, then from hereditary to generational recovery, the regulations are very strict and rigorous.

The highest degree of merit is required to be able to choose a territory of this level of fertility, which may not be handed down more than three times.

In other words, if you pass it on to your son, your son to your grandson, your grandson to your great-grandson, three times later, if you don't have any merit to sustain your family territory, the state will take it back, and if the supreme merit chooses an excellent territory, the maximum number of times is five.

Camelot's policy is rigorous and rigorous, and it is a country governed by the rule of law. (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.)