My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 376: King's Feast (2)

PS: Done at 12: 15, my back hurts so much, I wasted time... I'm going to get down...

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When Keiral arrived at the assembly site three days later, Alexandria's 500-king champion, Nero's 500-Roman heavy shield infantry, had already set up camp in this place called "Fort Isliot”.

Instead, the two nearest monarchs of the country arrived the fastest.

Only two countries had long wished, Nero had died a while earlier, and Admiral Dracula would naturally not have any affection for Alexander, who had camped far away on either side, leaving a vast open lot in the middle to be laughed at by Kerall.

Altoria's red dragon flag is an ID card, like Nero's double headed eagle, Alexander's flying horse flag, which stands for ID cards and the king's business card.

If you don't play the flag, you're embarrassed to go out and say hello to another king.

And Alexander's flying horse flag and Nero's double-headed eagle flag are only half a pound.

But as soon as Altoria's red dragon flag came out, she whistled down all the flags on both sides, instantly upsetting both sides.

And Altoria's glitzy, grinding seat, when the mirror-like iron armor and the giant lion walked to the front, followed by the brilliant sisters of more than 200 swords, suddenly attracted a whistle.

Kerall is still second, and having spent half a month in Macedonia, his reputation certainly keeps the Macedonians quiet for a moment.

But the proud Romans don't keep their mouths shut.

At one time, the filth was everywhere, except that Latin was mainstream, but the Celtic race of the Camelot people had been popular long enough, so Celtic was the mainstream language of Camelot. If it weren't for the lack of understanding, this proud group of knights would probably have rushed up and killed this group of heavy shields.

Luckily they don't understand.

Keiral sighed softly and looked at the silent middle and high Roman leadership. Altoria's blonde hair was too bright and her body in the armor was not revealed at all. Apparently, the other party was completely wondering whether the woman was King Camelot or His Majesty the Roman Emperor.

The Camelos were soon inserted into two camps and began to set up camps right next to them.

The group of Romans who approached them discovered that the girls were swords.

Looking at them in tights and carrying swords, these Roman elites kept their mouths shut.

They are the ones who are most impressed with the sword and, as masters of the earth, the Romans are the ones who encounter the demons most and are most likely to cast a psychological shadow on them.

Though slowly growing up, they were no longer afraid of demons and no longer needed swords, it was clear that the bright figure of the sword had remained deep in their hearts as children, and to be honest, they were afraid of the power of the sword, but also dreamed of that powerful shadow.

The feeling of having this contradiction is probably the roots of human beings.

For these women fighters, they shut their mouths and retained some respect for them.

This is the inevitable result.

The actions of the Camelos quickly attracted the attention of both sides.

The rope and nails, along with a huge strut, went underground, and a tent with a quadrangular cone appeared in front of them.

This simple method built dozens of huge tents in less than 10 minutes, and the knights built tents for their horses, and then looked at the soldiers of the other two countries with high toes, and tied them to a row of wooden stakes, and then lived in the tents.

And obviously, the biggest tent is the one where Kerall and Altoria live.

The tent was a huge bed, and then a half cloth pulled the bed up, and finally covered it with a curtain and placed a simple wooden table, so that whoever came in would see the wooden table instead of paying attention to the bed behind.

The mind was then placed by the bed, dozens of seats throughout the tent, looking clean and tidy, with the distinctive cleanliness of the military.

“So I went to visit Macedonia.” Keiral gripped Altoria's hand and said with a smile.

“Well, go back early.” As king of a nation, she responded to Keiral's words with a gentle smile, just like a wise wife.

After six years, from the first green plum bamboo horse love each other to the passion of identity change, after six years slowly disappeared, the original love may have changed, but the fresh and passion long ago dissipated, but the passion between the two, though not, slowly spread in the hearts of the two, this is life.

Love is not spoiled, it's just a change from one love to another.

The old couple still LOVELOVE a lot, but every time the posture changes, whether Altoria or Keiral gets pleasure from it, it is a hard thing to explain, the freshness between the couple will disappear after two or three years, will create a faint tiredness, to be honest, Keiral and Altoria can last for six years and still maintain this intimate relationship, which is a very difficult thing to be confident in this era of noble looking for lovers more diligently than changing clothes, divorce from future generations to eating and drinking water.

“Then I went.” Kerall turned over a bottle of good wine and walked off to the Macedonian camp alone with it.

Keiral walked in with the wine so easily, facing Keiral, many of the king's knights made way, and bowed respectfully to Keiral.

For those who deserve respect for their morality, both enemies and their own people will give them respect.

This is the world, on the contrary, the world of laughing at those who do good things is simply completely unimaginable, and that is just the opposite of a bunch of pussies who dare not do it themselves and envy others to do good things.

Kerall walked halfway to Alexander to greet him, behind him was Aristotle and his four King of Heaven + Clerks.

“I came to see you for a drink. Oh, Alexander.” Kerall lifted his bottle and said with a smile.

“Very good, very good! If it weren't for Camelot's best wine, I would never have let you in my pocket again.” Alexander Holmey opened his arms to laugh.

“How could it be.” Kerall laughed: “It's only one bottle! ”

Alexander's eyes glowed green like a hungry wolf.

Just ten minutes after Keiral walked into Alexandria's barracks, Nero came alone to Altoria's camp tent with a big red robe of flame… (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.)