My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 431: Goodwill and Apathy

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Early the next morning, Esther and Joshua began to work as guerrillas in the city of Louanne, and because of the festivities, a large number of guerrillas in the city of Louanne were drawn, and both of them became like tens of thousands of gold oils, where they needed to be wiped.

Their departure was also a goodbye to Kerall.

Kerall deliberately separated them from Koros, because being too close to each other would not do Kerall any good.

Now that they are on their way to the guerrillas, it is clear that it is time for Keiral to go to the Mu Lotus Pavilion Hotel and wait for Colos to respond.

On the way to the Mu Lotus Pavilion Hotel without any surprise, Mother Teresa found herself washing dishes for the owner of the Mu Lotus Pavilion Hotel. It seems to her that Mother Teresa felt guilty despite the fact that the owner helped her waive the cost of staying here all the time.

Kerall shook his head gently, and Mother Teresa's pride was not a good thing.

She must have had the time to bend over for the kids, but for her, that was just an excuse for herself, and the society was cruel, and if she didn't learn to be random, it would be hard for her life to get better.

Humans are herds of creatures, and if she excludes herself from people, it can only narrow her path, which may be noble, but the boundaries are also very clear.

It's disappointing.

Keiral sighed softly and took out a note: "Boss, give me two of your specialty fried rice. ”

“Oh!" the boss laughed at the ingredients that were starting to prepare the stir-fried rice, while Mother Teresa, who was working, heard Keiral's voice raising her head and smiling at Keiral.

Kerall smiled at her, and Mother Teresa was no doubt a pathetic person, but she could do better, for example, by selling her own land and using that money to make some quick cycle investments.

Unfortunately, he couldn't ask this woman to do more.

There are many paths in life, and she just chose the safest and safest path.

Is she wrong?

No, she could have shut down the orphanage and made herself better off with the land, but her manipulation made her take over the little house, so she went from being single to a bunch of burdens.

That's definitely not smart.

Keiral could lament her not being smart, but not despising her not being smart.

She possesses precious qualities that he does not have.

Still, you can't help people who are in trouble on the road, but you can't laugh at people who are going to help, and people who do good things should never be laughed at, which is what Kerall insists on.

It's like if you don't help, people will never laugh at you for being cruel, they'll just say you're indifferent, and you shouldn't laugh at the enthusiastic.

That's human.

There can be no denying that human beings cannot be concealed. Happiness and happiness are human nature, but moral codes of conduct fill humanity with goodness.

Humans are a collection of two contradictions, and no one can say whether white humans are evil or good.

Keiral laughed, sitting next to Mikasa, kids playing elsewhere, it's early in the morning and there's nobody here but a few scattered tourists.

Khlos arrived just half an hour later.

From the look on her face, Kerall can tell she's going to see how the director's wounds are healing first, and then go to the hotel to find him, right?

Seeing Kerall, Cross's face was a little red, and he repeatedly remembered yesterday's intimate moves in general, she had always been in school, and because of her identity problems, she had barely made love to any of her male classmates - in fact, even in her capacity, she had a certain distance from her normal female friends, otherwise if someone found out who she was, she would not only be assassinated, but even her friends would be in danger.

That is the cruel political struggle.

No, this is a more brutal royal struggle than a political one.

The political struggle is nothing more than a struggle to deprive the enemy of his full strength because of his political dissent, and the royal struggle is a naked, bloody, clandestine battle.

So keep your distance from your friends, Khlos, and don't talk about falling in love with a male friend or anything, she hasn't even held a male hand.

Think about what Kerall did to her yesterday, touching her head, shaking her hand is nothing, but the atmosphere between the two is a little strange...

She had to look at Mikasa.

She knows the rules between royalty, almost close escort is the meaning of the guest of the curtain, if this close escort is not too ugly...

Men use men as escorts, women use women as escorts, which is actually a diving rule, and when one of them becomes heterosexual, everyone should know that it's supposed to roll into bed.

But these are just some diving rules between royalty, don't you think...

Khlos is just a teenage girl, can you see at a glance if the other person is a virgin?

Cross walked up with a smile and didn't think about it, at least she was starting to care about the people around Kerall getting up...

Kerall nodded at her with a smile. After three or two bites of stir-fried rice, he started drinking water. Khlos sat next to him and looked at Dean Teresa, who was busy in front of the bar.

She opened her mouth to talk, but Kerall's hand held her hand, squeezed it gently, and shook her head.

She looked at Keiral a little confused, and then a hearty reflection came along, sighing slightly. She also felt that Mother Teresa's “never owes anyone” style was a little too boring indeed.

She was raised by her, and naturally she could smile a little, but when other ordinary people mentioned Dean Teresa, they praised her first for her windbones and rhythm, and then a little distressed about her indifference - how could someone who didn't want to be nice and helpful to others say indifference?

Even some people with small eyes get angry, "Your kindness is good morality. Is my kindness bad? ”

I didn't donate anything for you. These orphans are the children of the whole city. You raise them so uniquely all by yourself, as if the people of our entire city were indifferent. It's a little too much.

etc. (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.)