My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 425: Big Things Are Going On!

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Mikasa looks very hungry eating a large mouthful of meat platter, possibly because of excessive physical consumption.

Keiral, on the contrary, had no appetite. He looked at Mikasa with his hands on his chin, with a gentle smile at the corner of his mouth, just a smile.

This is one of only two restaurants in the city.

One of them is Kerall, and the other is here.

The hotel is too expensive, almost a place for upscale people, so this is the only place for lazy people who don't want to cook.

Most of the workers sitting on the ground floor writing about lunchtime —— fishermen, workers, and some other workers.

And the ground floor is almost the kind of fast food, after eating and walking away, now life is so fast, who has time to eat there to talk about the mountains?!

And then the second floor is the rightful seat, and probably because of the process, this larger first floor doesn't actually have a third floor —— that kind of small building can of course be built to the third floor, but this kind of building requires a lot of basic materials to get to the third floor.

So Kerall guessed it could be a matter of process.

Keiral on the slightest side of his face could see a man and a woman sitting in the corner of the second floor, two journalists, the male uncle sneaking up on the smoke obviously bit himself.

Kerall smiled slightly, and this man, didn't he feel his physical and linguistic indifference yesterday?

He can touch Estelle's head, but to him, he just shakes his hand gently, polite and polite, completely stranger to Ping Shui meets two people, just click on it.

Those who are constantly involved, for the sake of his secret, can only kill without forgiveness.

Kerall lightly spotted the table and wrote a 7.

Seven o'clock.

Suddenly, Mikasa looked up and saw yesterday two of Estelle and Joshua's third floor rooms.

Anger flashed and looked up at Keiral, Mikasa's face revealing the meaning of the inquiry.

Solve them?

He shook his head gently, and Kerall pointed underground, and this is the restaurant, and it's stupid to do it here.

She nodded her head and Mikasa continued to eat, but her attention began to focus on the two people in front of her.

“Dorothy, how do you feel about those two?” The man asked excitedly.

“Senior, we're not doing very well.” The young girl with glasses in pink asked a little nervously, she didn't care about the fact that her predecessor asked her to take pictures. The conductive camera had flash lights, and if they found out, it would be terrible for both of them!

“Idiot!” He slightly raised his voice and scolded, and the man looked at it nervously. Neither of the two men over there looked at it, nor found their feelings, and instantly made him feel at ease.

“This guy, the silver-haired guy, must be a prince or a royal family of a certain country.” I smoked a cigarette with pride and shouted out loud: “From your predecessor's 20 years of experience in journalism, there's absolutely nothing wrong with that! ”

“I tell you, this guy is definitely a king's prince, Dorothy, you know what a prince's private interview with Belielle would cause! I'm telling you, this is definitely the biggest news of all time. Since the Battle of Hundred Days passed 20 years ago, it's been a little chicken and garlic thing. Don't you feel bored and pointless as a journalist?!” He's a little generous, but he keeps the paparazzi quiet.

But in the face of preacher-like predecessors, pink curly hair Dorothy shrunk his neck, apparently a little afraid of such predecessors.

“[The Imperial Prince came to experience the wonderful life of Belielle! What a beautiful proposition!” Uncle Journalist put out all his cigarettes in three mouths, pressed them in the ashtray and twisted them with news fanaticism in his eyes: "So I'm going to throw Beliel's dead water down a big rock, and I'm going to remind them of the journalist's pride. ”

How can his voice be so small that he can't hide it from Kerall?

With a smile, where there's light, there's Kerall's line of sight, and if you want the sound of the air, Kerall will never miss the information he wants to know.

Because of something so small?

Is it worth it? Shaking her head slightly, she poured herself a glass of wine, and Kerall sipped it gently and heard Estelle's cheerful voice.

“Oh, oh! Mr. Kerall, are you there yet?” When I heard Estelle's voice, I couldn't help but laugh. This girl, who didn't have any thoughts and had no loop in her head, even though she wasn't with the likes of Keiral, still couldn't help but like Keiral when the sun went up.

Parents like the younger ones.

Kerall is qualified to face them with the attitude of his elders.

Smiling and inviting them to sit down, Estelle sat next to Mikasa, and Joshua naturally sat next to Keiral, but both Keiral and Joshua knew that without a piece of Estelle to regulate the atmosphere, the two of them were actually very unwieldy.

At this time, Mikasa had finished eating, wiped her mouth and smiled slightly at Estelle. Although she could not understand what they were saying, her fondness for Estelle's little girl was not covered up.

It's probably a common disease for people walking in the dark.

Admire the sun, admire the sun.

For Mikasa, Keiral was the sunshine, and Em was only moonlight at best.

“What, have you done your job?” In a short period of time, Kerall has discovered the rules that they need to do in order to be able to upgrade, so Joshua smiles at Kerall's problems, and Estelle says with some pride, "Yeah, it's done. Three missions this morning are done. Oh, so fast. ”

Having worked out some issues that were not straightforward in the early stages, almost all of the assignments they made to Lou Ann City went smoothly.

One morning, in four and a half hours, the mission was done, and the unprecedented speed did make Estelle proud.

Keiral smiled gently: “I've been busy all morning. You haven't eaten yet, let's talk after dinner. ”

Waving, the waiter immediately walked up, the seat was full, and there were one or more waiters in the corner waiting to be called.

After ordering the meal, everyone was talking about Estelle and her morning assignment, but one person ran in and shouted out: “Something big is happening! The Marcia orphanage is burned!! ”

Estelle and Joshua stood up shocked.

Looking back at Keiral, he also found that Keiral had put away the excessive ease of the swimming blade and stood up with a grim face.

“Let's go.” Two simple words reveal a different kind of authority. (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.)