My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 380: King's Feast (6)

PS: Ha ha, 5,000 words a bit more, here we are.

PS1: Thanks for the reward. Any more, honey? Next month, in order to avoid starvation, I'll probably be 4 more words a day, 10,000 words! Are you going to bet me I can hold on to 10,000 words for a month next month?!

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In the afternoon, the arrival of Isley, king of silver, began to change the air. Faced with this situation, Kerall, who had eaten dinner, came with Altoria and Dinesha to the middle of a camp in five countries, except that Altoria crossed the sword and Kerall carried her scepter, while Dinesha carried a round table 20 times larger on her shoulders.

Eventually, in the middle of this gathering place of kings of the five kingdoms, Dinesha put down that huge round table without effort.

“Huh?! Is that woman a monster?” Gilgamesh's eyeballs were staring out, looking at that effortless figure, Gilgamesh shouted.

“I'm afraid that's the mainstream of the continent, called the Demon Slayer's [Great Sword].” Enchidu is more attentive to news on the continent than Gilgamesh.

This is also where the sages are better.

Although there is no better sense of war in the future than Kerall, their forward-looking nature is not as gay as Plato and Aristotle, the philosophical aspects of Plato are, even now, senior students, university students' learning materials, Aristotle's mathematical achievements and even postgraduate learning materials.

These people are the rare intelligentsia of the times, and even Keiral dares not say that he will win with equal education, so don't underestimate that anyone has always been Keiral's creed in this era.

“Gentlemen, here we have witnessed history and times, and this union of the five kings will carry a history book forever, whether history is broken or civilization is broken, but the wisdom and temperament of the kings will remain.” Kerall's magic of amplification did scare a lot of people, but that infectious word boiled everyone's heartbeat.

“Let us now invite His Majesty to come down and talk about the future of this continent.” Kerall stood at the center of the round table, expanding his hands, as if to receive the next shift of the day.

“However, in order to avoid misunderstandings, please do not worry, as His Majesty is invited to bring escorts and a great sage to come here, which is equally far from your camp.” In fact, Keiral was afraid to run around the Roman camp, even though he could travel to the Macedonian camp, because he was afraid that Nero would tie him up and run, and although theoretically impossible, if he were to do so, this alliance would be over.

So in a precautionary manner, Kerall did not go to the Romans' camp.

Now, Keiral sent out an invitation, and besides Altoria, who was already sitting in her seat, standing behind her, Alexander was the first horse to walk out of his camp first, behind Kachanda and Aristotle.

And just as Alexander approached, several other camps whispered, Gilgamesh came with both Macbeth and Nzie, and Nero came with his own magician Merlin. Although Merlin was theoretically her great sage, unfortunately she did not have one of her own...

The more Isli and Ricardo came out, the more they came this way.

Five kings, five emperors.

It brings the cohesion of power across the continent.

This is a continent of tremendous prosperity and prosperity.

Kerall was a little excited.

Alexander's seat is special because his head is too big for two meters and sixteen, even with his buttocks. The average stool will collapse if he sits on it. Keiral can't let Alexander sit on the floor, can he? So his chair is specific, so big.

It's just five chairs. There's no need for more. After all, it's just a conversation between a king and a king.

The five kings who were made all looked at Kerall, including the people behind them.

To be honest with you, would anyone like Kerall be interested? Especially when it comes to this kind of one-of-a-kind gathering.

This guy must have left his name a thousand years ago.

Everyone looks at Kerall very clearly.

“So gentlemen.” Keiral laughed, "Let's start the meeting with a round table, the King's feast! ”

“What is your purpose.” Gilgamesh lifted Erlang's leg and looked at Keiral, Hangover asked, and his contempt caused both Artoria and Nero's anger.

“What are you looking at?” Gilgamesh said with a scornful smile, "Have you two been fucked by this guy anyway? If you've been fucked, don't pretend to be pure. ”

“You bastard, even King of Uruk will have to pay for your bleeding today.” Altoria stood up and drew her sword furiously.

Her sword has attracted the attention of many people, and the glittering golden sword will be noticeable wherever it is placed!

“Lily, wait a minute.” Keral smiled gently, waved his hand and let Artoria's anger dissipate quickly.

Artoria, angry with her face, plunged her sword back into her sheath, and then sat in her place, drumming her drums, trying to kill Gilgamesh with her eyes.

“Chi.” Kerall so greatly upset Gilgamesh. The bigger he is, the smaller he looks!

“Ten years ago, Alexander and I made a pact on the first day of Harvest.” Keiral pointed at Alexander and said with a smile.

“Mm-hmm.” Alexander held his chest, closed his eyes, nodded his head, as if he had remembered the scene 10 years ago, and nodded his head, indicating that Kerall was right.

“I am in the west, he is in the east, two men attack Rome at the same time ten years later, and then finally at the centre of Rome, and whoever wins must submit to whomever, in other words, a confrontation that brings together the full strength of the two countries, and whomever loses must surrender unconditionally.” Keiral's words are dragging and dreaming.

Two teenagers, one who had just assumed his own throne, were still unstable, and there were rebellions in Greece and elsewhere. The other is merely the heir of the Duke of a small, remote country.

Two such insignificant people have made a pact to divide the world, and this majesty and decency have to be impressed.

These two guys... are real heroes!

I don't know why, looking at Kerall and Alexander's face, that's what's happening in everyone's mind.

“But the plan is not changing as fast as it is.” Kerall laughed softly.

He spread his hand, as if he was in the bosom of the world, as if there was nothing he could do against these kings: “To be honest, when I met Denisa, I just thought that [Division] such a thing was just a small organization that worked as a blessing in Camelot. After all, NO.1 to NO.5 were in my bag at once, so a weak organization probably wouldn't have much problem. ”

“But ten years later I realized that I was wrong, that I was wrong and that I was confused. ”

“It's not a small organization, it's a small, isolated organization that looks down on us at Camelot. ”

“In the information I gather, the organization has proved to be a huge one, spanning nations and across continents. ”

“They're parasitic on this continent, a poisonous tumor that absorbs the continent's nutrients. ”

“I realize that so-called domination is totally irrelevant, and it is important that the entire continent is in great danger and danger once the other party has completely offended and retaliated against it as a confrontation of the continent. ”

Kerall spoke very sincerely and did not exchange the trust of others.

Enchidu, the man who was legendary as "Orc" but looked handsome and handsome, stood up with a drifting green hair: "May I say something? ”

“Go ahead.” Kerall's charming gesture.

“Yes, you are very sincere, but how can I be sure that you are telling the truth? And what is the purpose of the other party?” Enchi laughed and said that his tone, though gentle, was completely different from that of Kerall, and that he had a natural charm in Latin that made one unsuspecting.

“That's right, it's the biggest blossom.” Aristotle, an old man, was very happy to see that Kerall, a gifted child, was in trouble, and he touched his beard and laughed: “Life must have a purpose, a right, money, a woman, a desire. ”

“Solomon's 72nd Pillar Demon represents 72 negative emotions, and what more do they want to gain on this continent, they have such great power, their purpose, their desire, what is it?” Aristotle's words make us nod our heads, and as long as we're human, we can't escape this strange circle, so Keiral's statement doesn't seem to hold up.

“That's a lot to talk about.” Keiral touched his nose and smiled bitterly. The habit of touching his nose was to watch the legend of Chu Ruixiang when he was still in elementary school. For Chu Ruixiang's obscure worship, he would consciously touch his nose whenever he encountered a more difficult situation. Of course, under the nose of a man there is something specifically designed to lie and itch. If you see a man constantly touching his nose in front of you, then he must be lying!

“Mr. Merlyn, can you help me?” Gentleman Kerall asked Merlin with a smile.

“It's an honor.” Merlin nodded softly, then waved her hand gently, and the magic element suddenly came alive.

Kerall's bronze cane knocked on the ground and appeared violently in everyone's eardrums with a crisp sound.

A huge stream of magic instantly converged over Kerall's head and turned into a sphere.

A circle of white photons.

“This is a rather subversive question, so listen up, please, before I finish.” Kerall knows there must be a lot of horrible things about his problems, but his speech can't be interrupted.

Added an amplifying magic to himself, and Kerall spoke.

“Our place is actually a spherical object, a planet.” Kerall's first sentence caused a great deal of unrest and agitation in the vicinity.

“Stars, Earth.” Kerall spewed out two words.

Pythagoras, who proposed that the earth be a round-hearted doctrine, was not born until a hundred years later. The so-called "God will hang the earth in the void” proposed by the Old Testament is not credible. The Old Testament has been modified and modified for almost 3,000 years. Many clerics even changed the famous police sentences of many scientists to God. God is like a bitch. If you want to be played by these clerics, say what you want. If you believe in the Old Testament, you are stupid!

And Eastern history books are absolutely unalterable, and the only thing that can be recorded is contemporary historians, and what later people mean by "history repair” is just how they understand what the historians record from their own perspective.

“And in this circular sphere, 70 percent of the place is full of water, sea water.” Kerall turned to Merlin.

Merlyn nodded gently, pointing to the sphere, and the sphere, 10 meters high, suspended above Kerall's head, instantly changed from white to blue.

“And then we have this continent called Europe.” Kerall gently drew a map on the blue sphere, and Europe suddenly appeared on the hazy map, visible to the naked eye of the tiny island of England.

This magical technique suddenly makes everyone loud.

Even Enchidu and Gilgamesh opened their mouths.

Not to mention a group of other people who are oral to Kerall.

Merlyn easily painted Kerall's white area in yellow.

“The area below is Africa," Kerall painted under Europe like a lobe.

Merlin helped paint the turquoise again.

“And in this part of the world, that's where we live.” A white line is divided on the European lands above, which are then written in Latin.

Everyone got excited.

“Camelot! I saw Camelot!” Beowulf, a fighter of at least 95, bounced and jumped like a child holding Gavin's hand.

“Ah! Ah!” Gao Wen's eyes were filled with complexity, looking at this picture, talking about it.

“Oh, is this us in Rome?” Nero screamed happily at a large slate of Roman Latin.

“Ha ha, my layout is as big as my heart.” Looking across the continent of Europe and Africa, the Middle East in Macedonia, Alexander smiled with a hammer on his chest.

Gilgamesh looked sophisticated at the small country in the upper right corner and shut his mouth silently. He also wanted to ask why Uruk had no sword and demon.

Now he understands, it's not that Uruk doesn't have it, it's that Uruk isn't even worth it as a demon experiment!

Damn organization, dare to underestimate me. Holding his hands tight, Gilgamesh's expression suddenly became hazy.

“So why should I mention this?” Keiral's voice brought everyone back to the point, yes, why would Keiral mention that?

Everyone was slowly led up by Keiral's language.

“That's because Division is not from our continent!” Kerall's powerful voice came into everyone's ears.

“No, not even from our continent, not even from Africa!” Kerall said out loud: "They are a total outcast! They are, [Intruder]!! ”

In an instant, the momentum with the enemies ignited.

That's right, that's right! That's the momentum.

Kerall laughed with satisfaction.

“On the other end of the distant ocean, there is another continent that calls itself the ‘Magic Continent’ and calls us the Barbarians.” In Kerall's demonstration, a dotted line filled Camelot's island of England to the west, then west, then west. “And we're not even human beings, they see us as animals that can experiment at will, and this continent is their testing ground, and we're just animals that can experiment at will. ”

“Their purpose is simple. ”

“To slaughter dragons. ”

“On their continent, dragons are a simple and visible existence, and dragons raging in the sky constantly disturb the security of ordinary people and the security of nations. ”

“And they came here to experiment with us [the Barbarians], to try to make weapons to destroy dragons, to experiment with our people at will. ”

“Our [barbaric continent] has endless population resources, and even if we do nothing, we will not die, and even if we go too far, we will not alarm the kings. ”

“Isn't this a great place to experiment?!” Kerall opened his hand and asked aloud across the board.

Anger, as if to burn out the air. In the face of this era, Romans, Greeks and Macedonians alike have a sense of “we are the first in the world". This is a sense of national pride. This is the strongest sense of national pride among Europeans. At this time, Keiral suddenly punched them in the face and called them barbaric. It's like you spit on a Western Han face during the Han Wu Dynasty. "Barbarian.” Normally, this person is expected to draw his sword directly and you are desperate. Friends who have a chance to cross can try it. Try Bai Ling!

Likewise, this group of proud people can never tolerate what they are called barbarism, can never tolerate themselves as experiments and can never tolerate their existence as ignorant people.

Even the smartest old man, Aristotle, had blue muscles on his forehead and red eyes. His neck was full of blue blood vessels. Gilgamesh was already angry. His handsome face was full of killing anger. His hazy eyelids drooped low. As long as someone dared to call him “I am Division” stood in front of him, he would never mind strangling each other directly.

It's time, Kerall smiled in his heart, so add another fire!

“And decisive evidence, right there!” Keiral's eyes looked at the past as Keiral's fingers were directed… (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.)