My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 438: Abandoned People in School Buildings

PS: It's 3: 30 again... to die!

PS1: Comparing pits... I thought it was a condition problem, and I found myself having a fever, and my head aches... sadly.

PS2: Living alone is miserable... go to sleep...

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Breakfast was good, although it was money from Coros, but everyone was upset, of course, Estelle and Joshua were really upset, because in their perception, Coros, as an orphan growing up in an orphanage, could afford to go to the Royal College of Janice, should have been quite tired of working, working, whatever, but Kerall was reassured to eat, and she bought Mikasa's share.

Making Khlos laugh so hard, there are only four of them, her bag will see the bottom, she wants to raise 4 million grandmothers...

She had more headaches.

After breakfast, everyone started the class. Mikasa was actually different from everyone else, and she wanted to take a lesser class with a group of children around the age of 10.

This makes her a little embarrassed, but not at all as embarrassing as Kerall...

Kerall rarely shrugged when Koros asked Kerall if he wanted a uniform.

“This... my words... won't be necessary, will it?” In fact, don't look at Mikasa mature and tall, she is only 19 years old, of course, she has been out to work for 9 years...

And then Kerall looks young, but the product is actually 28...

Kerall wouldn't have betrayed it if it weren't for the intelligence of Khlos and the continent.

So when Koros asked him if he wanted a uniform, Kerall smiled and refused.

Instead, Mikasa asked for a uniform, while Estelle and Joshua were very excited to go to college for the first time, and they were quite excited.

It's just for Kerall and Mikasa...

There's nothing to be excited about.

Kerall began to spread the school system a long time ago, and even though he had only recently begun to benefit in large quantities, Kerall's management in Camelo had never been available - the school's teachers were almost his disciples, and Kerall spread his seeds all over Camelo's soil like open flowers, and then unwittingly formed forests.

Not Raining proactively Kerall... is a very scary guy.

At a very young age, Kerall thought painstakingly about the question -- what could sustain such a huge amount of consumption in the face of such horrible daily consumption in modern times?

The last result is only four words, get ready!

That's right, get ready!

Whatever happens, if you think about it in advance and prepare for it, you will never be surprised when you meet it.

So Kerall loves doing things like this.

What Kerall hates most is unplanned.

But not “unplanned” disgust, but angry at yourself for not thinking “unplanned”.

That's how smart people do things, or weird people do things.

Under the richness of Keiral, Mikasa, with her head about a meter and seven, came to the 10-year-old junior class to start her college life, and Keiral started her own college life...

Despite the awkwardness, Keiral felt strange about the situation when he sat at the end of the table, scratching his ear hair, and Keiral laughed and hadn't experienced it in years? 40 years? Fifty years?

That's a really interesting thing.

Kerall smiled and he started to read.

Smart people learn differently. First, they learn foreign languages not by standards, but by font pronunciation.

Kerall's IQ is above 220, because it cannot be calculated and there is no way of calculating it, so it is considered 220, and the IQ's calculation technique is: observation, memory, imagination, judgment, analytics, strain, and thought, and it is still that phrase —— the volume of the bucket is the shortest plate to look at, so Kerall has to be average and tall in all seven respects.

So memory is almost an unforgettable level, so classes are naturally easier than Mikasa's. When the teacher says a word, he writes it down and the pronunciation is also written down. As for the meaning of words, you can ask Colosseum again.

So Kerall has learned the everyday language in just two lessons.

It made Khlos feel helpless. It took him a few years to learn to speak.

Compared to him, he's like a retard, uncomfortable.

Despite his psychological preparedness, Koros was shocked by Kerall's demonic speed of learning.

Now that he's finished learning the language, Kerall starts wandering around. He's still in class, but he's out of school wandering around, and he doesn't know what he's thinking.

During that time, Mikasa met twice and looked at the helplessness she had in mind with the children. Keiral watched her smile happily for a long time, and her expression grew cuter.

She helplessly bypassed the kids and came behind Kerall, "Mikasa, how's linguistics?” Because of the intelligence work, Mikasa worked very hard on the language, Camelot, Latin and Greek, and a variety of seven, seven, eight, eight languages.

Don't know how to do intelligence in a foreign language?

So today's class is quite serious, but as for how much can be learned...

“Excuse me, Your Highness, a little.” Mikasa shook her head and said with an embarrassing look on her face.

“It's all right, I'll teach you tonight.” Keiral smiled and said, Mikasa quietly relieved herself: “Ha. ”

“Ha ha, don't be so excited.” Keiral waved his hand in front of him. This is Wang Li College. The readers are not rich or expensive, so the rest time is about 25 minutes. Ring the bell back to class, 30 minutes a lesson, very leisure time.

So Kerall had plenty of time to visit this school, and what the two of them are going to do is go to the abandoned school building that Colosseum once introduced, which is where the door was locked.

Of course, this kind of thing meant nothing to both of them, and Mikasa stepped on the wall after two steps, and Keiral flipped over easily, not even dirty clothes.

It was an adventure for Kerall - although everything on the Magic Continent was an adventure for him, it was obviously more interesting here.

Especially if Khlos is here, and this place must have some secrets or something.

The three of us, Koros and Estelle, would go to the student club from the end of class to help, and Kerall, who didn't have the trouble, naturally became a free man.

With Mikasa, the two went straight down the road to the old school building.

Previously, according to Khlos, the place was to be demolished in the next year or two, so now that no one is coming here to rot, even the area is locked in to prevent dangers from being played here by younger students.

It's just...

History is, in Kerall's view, the best storyteller. Because history is not a lie.

You will know the truth about history as long as you judge the position of those who tell it and then tilt it slightly.

And from history, he can see the development of the continent, and even the future of the continent, which, in Kerall's view of time, is not impossible.

Of course, the most important thing is to find those who have dealt with the Magic Continent from past history.

After all these days here, Keiral of course knows that dragons have been extinct from the Magic Continent for years, and those guys who are still studying dragon weapons in the Cavalier Continent haven't heard from this side in a long time, right?

In other words, those guys are just a bunch of pathetic abandoned kids.

But the abandoned sons actually did a good job, and they developed Isli, or Dinesha, which is also very powerful on this side of the Magic Continent, and Kerall, although he didn't meet the strong on this side of the Magic Continent, was able to judge the concept of the strong by the basis of a few people.

Slightly… some are not looking enough.

But Islidinisa is just a few, and there are too many top players here, and it is estimated that there are several in one country.

So now is not the time to relax.

Keiral walked slowly with Mikasa, but he didn't let anything go.

The environment is similar to that of the United States, but the plants are 20 times denser.

Keiral had been to the United States before, but unfortunately it happened to be a period of depreciation. Keiral was only in his teens, but he was making money. As a result, walking around the continent became a luxury thing, so things were set aside.

But looking at the American plants in the book, he also knew that it was about the same as the United States. The same is true of the low rainfall and the sun. The Kingdom of Libel is fine, close to the sea, but other countries are much worse off than the Kingdom of Libel. Even some countries are in the desert, pitiful, but look back at the comfortable living environment of the Kingdom of Libel, which is better than the territory of most other kingdoms, even though it faces mountains.

It is also possible to see why the empire of the East and the republic of the South are spying on the Kingdom of Libel.

But none of this is about Keiral, finding that huge organization, destroying it, and finally getting revenge and conquest over the continent, is what Keiral wants to do.

The former is righteous, the latter is selfish, but when the path of righteousness and selfishness is all the way, the threat that bursts out is the greatest.

Kerall is enjoying it all, enjoying it very much.

He has always been a chess player and a chess player in Camelot, and he is more like a queen in Western chess - if that is not a derogatory word, anyone who has played Western chess should know that the queen can run against everything, and a good chop will take the flag to no disadvantage.

And the consequences of losing the queen are serious - because they have a queen!

But now, Keiral doesn't have any chess pieces, but he's walked out of the queen's position, sat behind the game, and watched quietly.

The chess player may not be him.

But kill one, he is.

Kerall's mind is as simple as that.

The two of them walked behind the school building, all in hundreds of fights, both in soft soled shoes with no sound at all - can you count on a man walking on the side wind to make a sound at all?

Though they didn't think there would be enemies here, they didn't want to make too much noise, walked in very synchronously, pushed the door open, no sound, then Mikasa closed the door, no sound.

Two people are not thieves, but they consciously don't want to make a sound in a place like this.

Because this is an ideal ambush environment —— complicated, invisible, and then full of echo space, maybe just one word from where someone comes up and shoots at you with a crossbow.

It has been a long time since the Knights have seen such assassinations, because several countries have simultaneously emerged as "strange” kings.

But the generation of King Uther and Claudius, as Kerall knows, plays with this stuff a lot, don't you think? At that time, the core of the rebellion was King Joseph. It was actually a hassle saving to kill King Joseph directly. After all, it was expensive to fight this kind of thing!

Rome, while rich and generous, is undoubtedly much more expensive than the tens of thousands of dinars paid for the assassination.

Although there were no more assassinations, Kerall taught them how to defend themselves against assassinations. After all, Kerall could be sure that the other side would never attack him and Altoria, but they couldn't tell.

Mikasa became very versed in counter-assassinations.

To be honest, Mikasa exhaled gently. Although Keiral left again, she had no voice at all. She was very fortunate to have a master like Keiral. Because she came out with so much, so much insight, she naturally had the ability to distinguish between good and bad.

Mikasa can see the identity of Koros.

The princess and all that she's seen, even Kerall's illegitimate daughter, Mordred, is no match for Colosseum.

She doesn't know what Keiral's purpose is, but at least she can trust him completely, which is fine, and anyone who asks is dying faster.

It's a real idea and life experience for an intelligence leader, so, talk less, do more, shut up!

“Interesting.” Kerall walked into a classroom and looked at the various words and drawings on the blackboard and thought, and he began to look over what everyone had left behind.

The classroom is abandoned, but obviously there are many so-so students, and Kerall finds a lot of interesting things at the desk.

Despite the fact that most of them were waste and some were abandoned for reasons of time, Kerall found some good things.

For example, the Demon Crystal or the conductors of the last era.

Although old, it can be used to figure out the structure of a conductor.

Keiral is not very economical right now. After three nights of living, he spent almost as much money as he did on his meals. However, he has not removed his conductor for future travel.

Now there's a conductor here, and it doesn't hurt to remove it.

Put it in a leather bag and Kerall plans to go back with Mikasa, and come back after the next lesson.

Just as I was about to push the door out, there was a sound coming from the top of my head.

Mikasa tightened her body and gently pulled out her double knife. Her eyes looked at Keiral. She had not learned the language of this side yet, so she did not know who she was. Of course, even Estelle or Koros and others did not mind cutting her hands directly. After all, she had not spoken a few short words and had no great feelings - if it was for the sake of national security, even her brother Allen could actually be killed, and finally it was just a cry.

Much darker for intelligence agents, betraying the country for relatives, betraying the country for lovers, betraying the country for money, etc., but betraying the country for beliefs... she has not seen it yet.

In other words, these people are trading national interests for their own, because they have no idea how many people are going to die in the future, and why can't they?

That's the point.

National security may be a long way from many people, but it's still pretty close, like Kerall and Koros...

So Mikasa is still very vigilant.

Kerall shook her head gently, shook her hand, and started listening.

He's a man, and he's talking to another man.

One man's voice made a man's voice sound like a tall man, and the other man's Sven's voice was a slow one. Kerall stopped Mikasa and then started listening.

“Then the next thing is simple.” The Englishman said.

“Do you want to imprison the queen and push her up...” The man in Sven laughed: “It's exciting to think about it several times, the pleasure of taking control of a country...”

“Colonel, you're such a pervert.” The other party laughed and didn't care at all.

“In the end, the Queen is an obstacle to both of us, isn't she?” Sven's man laughed with no concern.

“Well, that's it.” A sudden sound surprised Kerall, not having him before, and now he's here? Was he just here? Didn't hear the wind and movement.

Masterful?

Kerall crooked his head and thought about it.

Hmm...

Mikasa, meet them.

Keiral gently pointed to the finger, the language in his eyes was obviously high speed Mikasa, go and try it.

“Yes.” Mikasa shouted softly and instantly, “Who!! ”

Whoever you are, Mikasa doesn't understand their words, doesn't understand their language, jumps one by one, and then hooks up on the railing on the second floor with one foot upside down. She has jumped up with a gentle shake.

The other party did not attack, in order to find out who it was, it did not have the first time to attack the place, then Mikasa started attacking!

Rapid wind, thunderous, fast electricity, fiery fire, Mikasa an arrow step came in front of the man closest to her and chopped it down. (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.)