My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 394: Red Devil's House Night

PS: Write at 4: 00... I'm wrong...

PS1: Whoa, I shouldn't have used the QQ word, I will definitely shut it down later!

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“Here is...” Mikasa woke up feeling a little sore after sleeping at night. She knew that was because she and Keiral had walked more than 10 kilometers along the river. After coming to Red Demon Hall, Keiral arranged her to sleep here. It is said that Lord Kai went to sleep too, but she just didn't know where Lord Kai is now?

Mikasa found that her clothes had been changed - the original battle suit turned into the current silk pajamas, and her underwear wrapped around her chest turned into this unknown bra...

It made her uncomfortable, but it looked good.

The heart of the only girl left her with a long twist, looking at the underwear, Mikasa twisted to death, but forgot to ask why the mirror was so smooth that the light she had pictured could not appear at all.

“Looks like you're up.” The door was opened silently, and a white, silky girl dressed as a maid in white and blue walked in and said with a steady and calm voice.

Her voice smelled elegant and cold, and if ordinary people saw her, they might think she was some aristocratic lady.

But even such a brilliant and sophisticated girl in this museum just thinks of it as a maid. Where is this museum?

“Hello.” Mikasa stunned for a moment and as a professional intelligence officer she immediately started the behavior of saying things... No, not saying things, but because her owner, Kerall, seemed to know people here, she just asked.

“Well, for reasons of my lord, His Highness Kai, he seems to know your lord here better, don't you know what you are here?” Mikasa's words caused the beautiful woman in front of her to squeeze her eyes. Cold and clear, she looked up and down at Mikasa with strange eyes: “Don't you know... no wonder...” Her voice was very light, but she also made Mikasa listen clearly.

“Well, no wonder what happened?” Mikasa asked strangely.

“Oh, nothing, please come with me and you'll see.” Smile a little, the other smile melts like ice and snow, and Mikasa looks bright in the spring.

“Oh.” Mikasa looked at the floor, and the white wooden floor was so smooth that it was as bright as being polished with high visibility sandpaper that she could even see the maid's underwear through the opposite view below.

“White.” She murmured softly and went out behind the maid, although she could not see behind the maid's face with a slight blush.

The two walked in this empty corridor, and the dark candle flame lit the shadows of both of them, making them seem so lonely and cold.

Poor, chilly pub...

This idea suddenly surfaced somehow as Mikasa walked.

With Mikasa, the maid slowly walked underground.

Mikasa was vigilant, but not too nervous, because looking at Kerall, he was obviously familiar with the little girl. ”

“I'm taking you to your master now, but I'd like to ask you to remain calm, because the next thing is a little dangerous.” Instead, the calm and calm voice of Mikasa is not calm.

“What does danger mean, am I dangerous or His Highness Kai dangerous?!” Mikasa is in a bit of a hurry.

“Yes, whatever you do to me, to Kai, will cause you some unnecessary harm, so please don't do anything if you see anything next.” Her voice was still so cold, she forced Mikasa to calm down: “I know, but I would never stop if Kai was hurt. ”

“Nobody in this place wants to hurt Kai except for your recklessness.” The maid acutely perceived her change of name, intending to use Kai's relationship to crush herself? Humph, the corner of his mouth took a sneer and slowly walked downstairs on his high heels at night.

“Here is…” The dungeon-like place, though not very nice, can be clearly well renovated, and this time-consuming and laborious renovation does not look like a place to prepare for the prisoners.

Instead, it's like -- it's a design that avoids the sun just to live here.

Why is that?

With curiosity, he slowly followed the maid down to Mikasa and saw Keiral outside an iron cage full of spells and seals.

Kerall is playing chess with a little girl.

Black and white chess, or five chess chess, Mikasa doesn't know.

But the two of them were very happy, and the little girl cheered, happily wandering in this little space.

The room is good fur, soft and comfortable like a human paradise, and the gorgeous queen bed is filled with all kinds of fabric dolls, except on the ground, where all kinds of fabric dolls that are torn into pieces reveal their cotton flocks.

But both Keiral and the maid ignored the situation, and Keiral's face had a drowning expression, and the maid's face was more gentle.

How can there be danger here? And why is this little girl in a cage?

Pervert?

Mikasa, who had just opened her mouth and was about to ask, heard Keiral's voice.

“After all this time, are you a little hungry, Fred?” In fact, this little girl in red, named François-Scarlett, has wings behind her back and seven colored wings, like crystals, which Kerall naturally calls Fred.

That's a nickname.

A gentle dining knife drew his index finger out of a longer mouth, Kerall's face intact, and his bloody finger rested on Françoise's mouth.

Keiral's move made Mikasa whisper softly.

Flandorou cheered as he bowed his head to meditate on the chess game: "Brother Kerall is the best! My favorite brother Kerall! ”

And then he spreads his two, not too obvious, but he spits out too many little tiger teeth —— one bite containing Kerall's index finger.

Keralton felt a crisp, very comfortable forefinger feeling, like opium poppy, because Kerall knew that things like bats and locusts secrete things that can paralyze nearby muscle fibers to silently suck blood before sucking blood.

And Frandorou the Vampire has the same ability, except that where Frandorou bites, he can't help but relax his mind and mind. In this case, if Frandorou bites the neck, the wrist, the lips, even…, the ordinary man can't resist this pleasure at all.

Of course, in the case of the noble and elegant vampires, the Scarletts do not do things that directly bite the human neck, but leave it to the blooming night to dry the blood of ordinary humans and then bring the pastries made of blood to François and Remilia with delicacies, so François is actually not very interested in ordinary humans except for “killing”, and the bloody blood is not comparable to the pastries made by cooking methods, even if it is delicious.

Only one person is different.

And Kerall was the only one who was different.

The only man who could make Evangeline, Françoise and Remilia willing to stick to his neck and suck on his nutritious, delicious blood had never let them drink it without hesitation.

This fish-like technique allows vampires to snooze and spy on Kerall's blood all the time.

And of course, if you change the word to "tune” the vampires, there's actually nothing wrong with that, which makes perfect sense.

So now that Keiral has taken the initiative to deliver his own delicious and pure blood, François begins to suck Keiral's blood like a hungry child for a month.

It's just obvious that, no matter how big the wound on your finger, blood and the body's own self-healing abilities all of a sudden let Frandorou slowly lose blood to drink.

“Goo... Brother Kerall!” Raised his head and raised his mouth with disgruntled eyes: “Too little! I haven't eaten enough!! ”

“Eating and eating can turn into fat chicks!” Kerall pinched her nose and lifted her head up.

“Really, it's too much to feed people every time!” Françoise's crisp and dissatisfied child tone made Carol feel sorry for herself, rubbing her face gently, holding her face in her hand, and Carol smiling gently, “I ask you, what would Fred do if you let her have the flavor and I wasn't here? ”

“Hmm...” Françoise thought for half a day with her fingers in her eyes and finally asked in an uncertain tone: "Go to Brother Kerall? ”

“Ha ha...” Kerall pinched her face gently, soft and tender, and it was hard to imagine a 400-year-old vampire making it so white and cute.

I don't suppose anyone would believe it. No, ordinary people don't see vampires either.

“My brother's out of town. What are you going to do?” Kerall asked with a smile.

“Fantasy Home... WOW!!! Whoa, whoa, whoa! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO... I don't want Brother Kerall to go out to fantasy country, I don't want Brother to leave me! I don't want it! No!!”

François thought about it and finally understood what Keiral's idea of “going out" was, crying.

But she was a little bit rational, and although she was exhaling, she took two steps back, and instantly the whole huge carpet split apart and fell apart.

“What!” Mikasa glared, watching as Kerall slowly retreated.

“Shit, why is Lord Kai so shallow? It's not like he hasn't tried madness yet. Why is Miss Er so excited today?” The maid's face changed dramatically and she watched the development in it with her worried mouth.

“Wait, what do you mean, crazy? Where's the danger?” Mikasa grabbed the arm of the 16-night bloom and asked out loud.

“Didn't you see it now?” Mikasa's strength was unexpected, and the 16-night blooming night struggled not to break free, and then shouted at Mikasa in the same tone and volume.

“Miss Er has the power to destroy everything she touches, but when she is with Lord Kai, Miss Er is generally very calm, but why should Lord Keiral stimulate Miss Er today?” The tone of the 16-night blooming night was very angry, because of Keiral's problems, Miss Er had destroyed the carpet, and the black and white chess pieces she touched were made of materials that were extremely resistant to magic, but had also been crushed into stone powder.

Now that Miss Er had begun to destroy the fabric doll in her bed, she watched as she grabbed a fabric doll and threw it out, and the next second, the fabric doll disintegrated in the middle of the sky, and the cotton flock and rag scattered the ground in pieces.

“No, no, no, no!” Crying like a grieving little girl, but a 495-year-old girl went mad, but no one could stop Fantasy Town!

No, there's someone who can stop her! And he's already up there.

Kerall gently avoided the shredded doll she had thrown away and slowly hugged her.

If it were an ordinary person, Frandorou would have broken it down to 708.

But Kerall is different.

Keiral is the only one besides his sister who Ken believes wholeheartedly in Fran, that she won't hurt him, and that Fran is the only one who can't bear to hurt him.

He's special.

He was able to gently smile and send his own blood to Fran's mouth, and he was able to gently feed Fran's delicious pastries, the only person besides his sister who would play with Fran and not be afraid of Fran.

Even the 16-night maid, when faced with feeding, placed the plate far away on the table, although Fran could not see the fear under her courteous face.

Afraid...

Everyone is afraid of her, be it the doorman (always Red Mei Ling), the maid chief (PAD 16 Night Blooming Night), her sister's friend (Ling Dream), her sister's friend (Librarian Patchouli), she can clearly feel their fear… their fear.

Some have said that beasts can see your fear, and if you are not afraid of them, then they will not act like you, and once you start to fear them, you will give them your back, and they will not be able to resist their desire to attack you.

Fran is this beast who has an intuition of beasts, but naturally stays so weak that every time she faces people's fears, she wants to rush up and smash them.

Destroy their fear of themselves.

But it is often the human body that is destroyed.

François has always wanted to destroy all this, all this, all this... but every time he fails, fails, fails.

The acquaintances, like maids, spiritual dreams, Patchouli and others, are fine, but outsiders, for example, ordinary humans who have fallen into the Red Devil's House, once they see the collapse, the destructive power of Flan, and the fear in their hearts is almost to stimulate Flan's destructive desire, full of flesh, one hundred and eighty kilograms, broken into twenty-three pieces of meat, that's not a running thing.

Is it possible to avoid this situation and completely believe that Frandorou will not harm him, or that Frandorou will control the destruction of the Eye, except for the immortal Remilia?

So Keiral is special to François, he's the only one.

Brother and sister, relatives and family, dependence and trust, precious and precious… Keiral, for Frandorou…

It's the only tranquilizer.

“I don't want my brother to go!” Fleming with tears raised her little face and grabbed Keiral's clothes, a tear stain on her face, but she noticed sharply that Fleming grabbing Keiral's clothes did not destroy Keiral's clothes, in other words, by holding Keiral alone had restricted Fleming's “eyes”?

“Okay! Brother is not going anywhere today, just stay with Fred!” Keiral grinned and lifted Frandorou, 1 m 4 of Frandorou, the size of a doll, raised Keiral as soon as he hugged her, wondering whether Keiral's hand in her armpit stimulated her laughter or made her happy because of Keiral's words, when Frandorou laughed.

Mikasa looked at Frena's constantly shaking tail, as long as one meter and two, shaking in the sky, and stunned: “What are you...”

“Oh, Mikasa.” Keiral walked out with Françoise lying in his arms like a cat, smiling at the surprise of Mikasa: “I forgot to tell you before. ”

“This is Red Demon House. ”

“The House of Vampires and Witches.” Kerall held Frandorou in his arms and slowly walked up to the dungeon with Mikasa in his hand, "Red Demon Hall is the richest place in the fantasy country. ”

“There's the biggest library that includes the most comprehensive of fantasy towns,” Keiral said with a smile. "There are, of course, ‘thieves' and witches who prefer to steal things.” Keiral's voice was full of unstoppable laughter. Mikasa suddenly found that Keiral's smile in both worlds was very happy, but the smile on the other side was the same as his ambitious smile. Although Keiral's smile was almost the same, as his closest person, Mikasa, who had a better intuition, could experience the difference between the smiles of Keiral's two worlds.

The ambition and joy of the world there, the relaxation and peace of mind of the world here.

Kerall was there, like a hard-working man, laughing, but because of his career achievements... but here, because of the warmth of home...

“Home...?” Mikasa whispered, the bell interrupted her thinking, and Keiral smiled warmly again: “Oh, is it almost 12: 00? Looks like Remilia's up, too.” (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.)