My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 396: Summer Getting Started

PS: Go to sleep, thank the rewards, get up early tomorrow.

PS1: The monthly fee of 1500 is not enough, but fortunately, the more than 500 stamps over there are mine. Thanks for the stamps... I need to save a little more this month, I need to work harder next month...

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Humans have different physiological conditions and vampires, so Mikasa walks to her room after dinner at 12: 00 —— she's different from Kerall, who has magic of light, magic of light, magic of other magics -- and other magic, at best, is that Amin is lurking in the master's body and comes out to help him when he needs it, but obviously, magic of light carries the characteristic -- assimilation!

Instead of assimilating Keiral's flesh into photons... to be honest, Keira has always thought that the magic of light should bring his flesh into photons slowly.

But it's not.

The magic of light brings to Keiral eternity - similar to the ability of time to stop the ordinary, and although it is now only slowing down Keiral's aging and stopping most of his body's depletion, it is clear that Keiral's ability to remain 20 years old at the age of 26 is entirely dependent on the magic of light.

Nor does Keiral know if this direction is good or bad. Although he is the Great Master of Light, he is the only one in the world who understands the magic of Light.

His journey was lonely and lonely, and Kerall, who was alone on the magical path, had nothing to regret.

Just do your best.

Keiral's philosophy of life is due diligence.

Since he was the son of the Grand Duke, he must do his part to create a glorious cause for his father, provide abundant riches for the people of Red Leaf Ridge, and bring self-preservation and strong strength to Red Leaf Ridge.

As for your ambition, it's just a game.

It's a man's game of grandeur, big breasts.

I'm sure Alexander sees it the same way.

Before Alexander died, he had his men cut open the coffin and let his hands out, meaning he was empty after death.

In fact, he had no interest in wealth, in land, he was interested in the pleasure of subjugating it all at his feet.

Big husband, like that.

Kerall was born again. What does he really care?

None!

And only this big game with heaven and earth as the chess board can make him do his talent, will it make him do his best?

Likewise, Keiral, as Prime Minister of a country, naturally cooks the country very well, and as a husband, he tries to satisfy every requirement of Artoria.

But as a man, Kerall cheated on me occasionally and had a reason to cheat ~

That is Kerall's argument as a position and profession.

He follows his own rules and does well in every role!

Mikasa, as a normal person, naturally returned to her room at about twelve o'clock after eating, and Keiral was dragged by Patchouli to experiment in an unhappy face by the 16-night bloom.

Patchouli does need Kerall's stability, but actually Patchouli just wants a chance to be alone with Kerall.

And this opportunity is indeed a very romantic thing in the big library of the Red Demon Palace.

The most romantic thing Patchouli could think of was getting old with Kerall in the library.

“Then it's not here. The air is still so good.” Kerall looked at the huge library and gently praised it.

In fact, there is no superfluous smell here other than the mold of ancient books.

But people who love books can smell the ancient fragrance of the book from here, the smell of ink, the flow of paper, this is the Hall of Knowledge, and those who don't know enough can see here the shadow of death, and those who don't know enough can smell here the ancient smell of mold, and those who don't know enough can hear here only the wind whistling through the shelves, the wind in the corridors.

Only the wise can enjoy the atmosphere and happiness here.

Peace and tranquillity, unbearably calming the mind.

Kerall really likes it here.

If there wasn't a foundation out there, Kerall would really be able to read here and see the wilderness and old - a romance that belongs to the literary people.

“You've worked so hard to keep this place organized all these years. Patchouli.” Keiral put his hand on Patchouli's shoulder and patted her mouth gently, sighing.

Patchouli, this housegirl blushes instantly: "Huh? Oh...” Patchouli shook her head red-handedly: “Where, where, this is an easy job for me. ”

“Whatever you say, please.” Keiral gently touched her hands on her fluffy hat, her hair was soft and comfortable, and more importantly, she was able to make the statement that the girl trusted him completely. Keiral was pleased.

“Where, where.” Patchouli, who can only say that in her mouth, is a little dizzy, she is already weak and sick, plus the cause of asthma, so hypotension is normal.

“Well, Lord Kai, why don't I pour you a cup of tea?” The little devil's eyes were dying to see his master. He hurried out to the rescue field and asked.

“Oh, thank you, then I'll have milk tea.” Kerall said with a smile.

“Milk tea...” The little devil took a step back, with a frightened look on his face, milk tea... whose milk?!

“Little devil, go, go to milk tea.” Patchouli, who had no desire to understand the devil's thoughts, gave a direct order, and then a man did not walk inside with Keiral's arm in his arms.

“Gu... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ (>_<) ~ ~ ~ ~..." The little devil walked out with a grieving face. She knew that the master was not trying to get her to pour back the milk tea. The look in her eyes was “If you dare to come back, you will be fooled”.

“By the way, Patchouli, what kind of experiment are you doing right now? Finish the experiment while I'm still here, and I guess I'll be leaving the day after tomorrow," Kerall's words gave Patchouli a grudge.

With Keiral's I.Q., you can see that what she wants is not to experiment with Keiral, but to spend time with him.

But Kerall is just pretending to be stupid!

This man is so annoying and annoying!

With a grudging glance at Keiral, he came to his lab with Keiral's arm in his arms, and Patchouli began to explain to Keiral what she was doing: “In fact, what I want to do now is a magical experiment that combines the magic of seven weeks. This simplest and most difficult fusion at the time was very volatile and explosive...”

Just as Patchouli told Kerall about her experiment, a blonde's head snuck out the back of the door.

“Mother, if you want to go, why not just go?” The sound of the green haired doll behind her scared the girl a shiver.

Despite her low voice, Evangeline, a thief, was shaken twice as if she had been electrocuted.

“Tea pills, shut up!” Evangeline whispered.

“Why don't you dare go to your father, Mother?” The tea pills still asked in that flat and gentle tone never changed the tone or the volume, but Evangeline, who became a thief, jumped like a mouse and ran away with a smoke.

“The meaning is unclear.” Twisted his head, Tea Ball's simple thought loop did not understand Evangeline's ability to act now.

The experiments with Kerall and Patchouli didn't go very well, because Kerall's hands often touched Kerall's hands because of the boundary.

Although it's just the simplest physical contact, should anyone who's ever been in love know that even the simplest eye collision can bring embarrassment and heartbeat, let alone physical contact?

So even though Patchouli's magic is very high, the problem with the simplest combination of magic is constant.

In fact, she's going to add one attribute magic element to another, and the simplest way to describe it is to “die."

Patchouli wouldn't have known how many times she'd been blown up without Kerall's bright junction that would have been kept in the flash at the moment of contact between two elements with different attributes!

The experiment lasted two hours, and Patchouli began to gradually enter the state after a while of teenage emotion.

Since the beginning, she has slowly been able to incorporate the five elements, but just as she was about to add the moon elements, Keiral's hand suddenly grabbed her: "Patchouli, that's it for today. ”

Patchouli looked up at Kerall's pale face and suddenly panicked. “I'm sorry, I lost track of time when I did the experiment. I'm sorry! Kay, are you okay? ”

The bright junction is extremely magical, and although Kerall has merely kept the bright junction in this localized position in his hand, it has been two hours of high mental power, and the high magic consumes this output that still empties his body's magic.

Patchouli held onto Kerall, with a faint smile on Kerall's face, reflecting the heartache of Patchouli's namesake against his pale face.

“It's okay, no problem, it's all on my own.” Kerall patted her head gently: “Don't worry, it was Patchouli's request that I was willing to help Patchouli, the others I didn't care about at all. ”

Keiral was held by Patchouli for a few steps, looked much better, smiled and asked, “I don't want to go back now, is there somewhere to sleep? Let me lie down for a while. ”

“Yes, come with me.” Patchouli, who holds Kerall, has no power at all, is now walking entirely on his own, because Patchouli has no strength at all, she has no strength at all, she is thin and has asthma.

The two walked into Patchouli's room, which was a little shady, but full of scattered thick books. This room is almost full of books on the carpet except for the queen bed in the middle.

It's a real, book world.

But the world is a little tired for Kerall, even Patchouli is in a bit of a hurry to cry. If Kerall hadn't been on her side, she would have cried in a hurry, wouldn't she?

“It's really okay, Patchouli.” Kerall rubbed her face gently by the bed, smiling gently on his face: “Aren't we friends? These are small things for friends..."

“But I was a little tired, so let me rest..." Kerall took off his shoes and slipped straight into the girl's duvet, before going into a deep sleep.

“Who wants to be friends with you...” The long, long, pale fingers like jade because it's been a long time since we've seen the sun.

Fingers gently crossed Kerall's cheek, as if Patchouli, who had made sure that Kerall was asleep, gently crossed Kerall's cheek with her fingers. Kerall's cheek was soft, unlike ordinary human grease, Kerall's face was always fragrant and soft as if he had just washed up.

“Who wants to be friends with you...” Sigh softly and lie down in front of the bed, Patchouli softly detailing Keiral, just feel that time will stop forever for a moment. “What they want to do is your wife...”

Patchouli herself said this blushed, looked around quickly, how could someone be in this room... When Patchouliton was relieved, ambition slowly spread in her chest, if no one... then no one should see anything slightly excessive...

He quietly raised his heel and slowly lay down on the bed, moving his face inch by inch towards Kerall's face.

Finally, but as Patchouli and Kerall breathed a breathable distance, Patchouli's face became more and more red and closer to Kerall's.

And then...

Lips lightly lit on Kerall's lips. Like a frightened little rabbit, Patchouli, who shrunk back suddenly, gasped and patted herself gently on the chest. The redness on her face had not yet faded, but the ambition was like poison, slowly corrosing Patchouli's heart.

Slowly, stick it up again, then split up.

“Oh...” Patchouli laughed like a fool in her own lady's room.

Then I posted it again...

Patchouli kept kissing Kerall like a game.

The final kiss, so long and satisfying, loosened Kerall's lips and slowly retracted between Patchouli and Kerall's lips, connected by elongated, elongated silver wire, without distinction.

“Hip-hop... hip-hop...” Satisfied Patchouli, holding the quilt, eventually wrapped up in the quilt, slowly approached Kaylar's arms and slept in that warm arms.

Five minutes later, a girl with curly blonde hair wearing a black and white robe and a witch's hat walked towards the door with a red flutter on her face and a confident expression.

Misty rain magic sand.

The biggest villains and thieves in the Red Monster House.

Frequently bright and upright to come in and steal things from the guy Remilia credited with being a black and white mouse.

Bolling Dream's good friends and friends are also one of the top fighters in the fantasy country, and friends are typical of the world - of course, there are still no Kerall friends!

Just came to Patchouli's room today to wait for Patchouli, and while “taking” some books back to read Magic Sands fell asleep unconsciously. Sleeping in the book, she was dressed in black and white, and in this room the environment was fundamentally integrated. She didn't notice because she was tired when Keiral was held in by Patchouli.

She was woken up by the voices of both of them, and then the development of God unfolded!

To be honest, Magic Sands is frightened!

Scared!

But if you poke Patchouli so hard, it's definitely BadEnd! Undoubtedly, Patchouli will kill you!

So far, Magic Sands has been going smoothly, and she is slowly moving herself around using her long-standing methods of theft...

When I walked to the door, a questionable voice almost screamed at Magic Sand: “Lord Magic Sand, what are you doing here? ”

The little devil who finally came back with milk tea looked at the magic sand strangely and asked.

“Hoo... little devil.” Magic Sassoon closed the door in a sigh of relief, without moving a sound: “No, I'm going to go around today, but Patchouli just took a break, so I hope you don't bother her her. ”

The little devil, not knowing what he had in mind, nodded his head and gave a concurring expression: "Well, then I won't go in either. ”

“So I thought I'd say goodbye here today.” When Morrissa heard this, she started running outside.

“Oh, by the way, Lord Morrissa, wait, there's a banquet tomorrow afternoon, and I'll invite you to join me. Are you free tomorrow?” The little devil's voice echoed in the hallway.

“Oh, we'll talk about it then! DAZE !” The sound of Misty Rain Magic Sands echoed in the hallway of the Red Demon Hall, making the entire Red Demon Hall seem like her voice.

“Is that black and white mouse sneaking in again?!” Remilia raised her head in disgust.

“Looks like China is lazy again...” Sixteen nights in the kitchen busy about tomorrow's banquet raised his head and said softly, one of the Chinese gatekeepers, sleeping in the grass with red hair, sneezed, then turned himself over and overwhelmed the other piece of green oil grass.

“Gu...” Mikasa chewing on her mouth looked adorable.

As such, the Red Devil's Palace welcomed the first rays of sunshine the following day.

Patchouli slept well, and Kerall had replenished all his magic in just one night in the magical world of Fantasy Town. He was a great magician!

Kerall was a hundred times more spirited, but Patchouli was still asleep, smiling as if she were an angel in her sleep.

Kerall smiled slightly, lifted her purple hair on her forehead, kissed her gently on her wide forehead, and stood up and pushed the door out.

As soon as the door closed, Patchouli, who opened her eyes like a hamster, laughed.

Just like a fox who ate a chicken... (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.)