My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 440: The Second Morning of College Life

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From the second day on, it's still like everyday life, except this time we're all spontaneously together - Kerall and Mikasa, Joshua and Estelle, Kerall and Koros, and a few other complicated relationships, so we get together for breakfast and then we split up.

Yesterday, Keiral said he was going to teach Mikasa, and he snuck out to meet with Koros, and Mikasa came to the men's dorm, and he didn't find Keiral, all sorts of depressed.

After breakfast, everyone is separated, but it's just plain as a daily drink of water, which is why everything is called everyday.

At noon, we got together, and instead of talking very well, what Khlos had always wanted to ask, it turned out that Estelle and Joshua didn't say because of the course.

And that made her look back, even occasionally, at Kerall as a drummer, very cute.

Kerall laughed, but he had already written a lot in his own notebook.

It is written in the language of the Kingdom of Libel.

In both classes, Coloss didn't come to Kerall. It seems that the student council thing is still busy. In the face of the busy Coloss, Kerall didn't go to Mikasa, either, but lightly wrote something on the paper.

Compared to the unique Keiral, no one is willing to talk to Keiral. One is because Keiral is very old, 28 years old, and even though bright magic keeps his body around 24 years younger, his inadvertent appearance and temperament clearly make him different from these students.

If you're different, you can't talk to each other. If you're different, you can't talk to each other. You're not a level person, and Kerall didn't want to have a good relationship with each other - have you ever seen a national leader have a good relationship with an average student?

A student's pronouns, which are initially bloodthirsty, angry, prone to incitement, immature minds, etc., have little meaning for a national leader other than to reflect the true level of education in the country.

So Kerall ignored it.

Inserted the pen back into the ink, Keiral blew his paper gently, looked at the beautiful and neat font on it, and when the ink was dry, Keiral folded it and put it in his arms, and began to draw a map of the Kingdom of Libel.

His memory was excellent, and the map of the Kingdom of Libel had been clearly remembered less than half an hour earlier in the lobby, and there was still room for painting.

“Hmm...” Kerall drew the map, and started marking something on it, which was not a big map he had written.

He had a great layout, even if it was dense and numb, but he could see exactly what he was labeling based on the size of his font.

Being able to pinpoint a map completely through font size and weight is actually something that has to be very artistically powerful.

The simpler things are in art, the harder it is to show aesthetics, as if many artists need to express their thoughts in color, but in fact, top experts can show that kind of extended power aesthetic in both black and white.

As for how many oil paintings can sell at such a high price - honestly, they were fired after people died, so many painters didn't meet before they died... after death, they sold millions of heavenly prices, where is the selling point?

Without him, the author is dead.

Dead, no such paintings will ever show up again, so these are burned one, one less, as if something with a running line doesn't have any manual value anyway.

Is something in the modern technology pipeline worse than handmade? Not necessarily, but why is it always five to ten times more expensive by hand than what's on the pipeline?

Because it's handmade.

Human psychology is such a weird thing.

Kerall spent two classes doing these things, and then he didn't spend lunch with Estelle and Joshua.

Koros and Kerall had dinner and came to her student council room.

Students are a strange group in this school, and they manage the students and the school as a whole, and they have nothing to do with it except teachers, but they have a lot of rights and a lot of responsibilities.

This school festival, for example, is usually run by student unions.

So the headmaster's thing is a lot easier.

Though Kerall has always felt that this was something the headmaster had deliberately entrusted to Koros, to sharpen him, he has to admit that, from other perspectives, the tradition of Royal College of Denise is not too much.

Koros himself is brilliant, and it's almost a water-to-drain thing, and no one's going to say anything about Koros.

It's a perfect thing.

Keiral can't say anything. He just admires those who do this behind him. The other party is completely untouched. Even a direct call to the principal can be covered up by the fact that "the other party is the president of Wang Li College”.

In Dean Theresa's orphanage, they don't have much of a way to contact Khlos, presumably only through her falcon, but I'm afraid there's plenty of a way to reach Khlos outside, right?

Kerall thought in the dark.

“Kay, what are you thinking?” As a result of last night's tremendous step forward, even Koros began to call himself Kerall.

At the end of the day, westerners have similar nicknames, simply omitting complicated names and then taking the first two words or simply calling them simplified.

So Kerall couldn't help but be stunned by the sound of Koros calling out so familiar.

“Nothing." Kerall laughed and took his morning drawings out of his pocket.

“Is this it?” Cross was a little strange.

“Ten moves of the Kingdom of Libel.” Kerall spoke loudly, but Koros took it very solemnly and opened it. Kerall was moved by the trust.

And then I took out the map.

“This again?” I'm really going to open that piece of paper that Coloss just asked strangely.

“Map of the Kingdom of Libel.” Keiral smiled small, spread the paper, then two heads came together, Mikasa looked at Keiral and Koros intimately and smoked the corner of his eyes, another princess...

Too fast to hook up. She's under a lot of pressure.

“Khlos, you mark all the mines in the Kingdom of Libel.” Keiral's diagram shows nothing but routes, cities, checkpoints, fortresses, and so on, but Keiral's annotations are dense and numb.

For example, the El Reden Gate was marked as either demolishable or profitable as a tourist attraction without any strategic significance.

And so did several other levels, not all of which were to be demolished or disarmed, but Kerall set some levels in some places marked with the need for garrisons to observe each other's airship raids. Something like that.

Coloss didn't care about these things. Instead, he marked several huge mines in the Kingdom of Libel on paper. In fact, the average person wouldn't know about them. But since Coloss had already marked them so much, in other words, neither of them had been identified, but they had been made clear.

She's a princess.

He doesn't mind.

“Oops, Miss Cross, you're lazy again ~ Estelle and Joshua are both rehearsing well.” A man walked in with a slight smile and walked in looking at Koros and smiling.

There was a glimmer of helplessness in Coloss's face. The former president of the student council did not know why she had been idling around since she quit the student council, and her alternate as president of the student council was often made difficult by the senior, because the senior was about to graduate, so even if the principal had made a hard time with himself, he would close one eye.

She tried to explain, but Kerall had already said so.

“Who allowed you to come in here without knocking? Get the fuck out of here!” He looked at each other coldly, holding the secret of his decision, and it was yesterday that he was discussing how to destroy one of the three people in the Kingdom of Libel, even if he could not be killed on the spot and scared.

Kerall doesn't have a shelf because he's already standing much taller than the average person, and then he feels alienated and alienated.

But what if someone says Kerall didn't kill him?

Nero, Alexander and others can give you two words, huh...

The people who killed him all the way out didn't kill him? The joke is a little big.

Compared to others, Kerall is just a better way to contain his own killings, and there's no killings...

This is a really bad joke.

Keiral, with his sword brow upside down, looked at each other, and after a sigh of anger, he was also a great master. His hands and feet were instantly frozen and cold, and the cold sweat instantly spread over his forehead and back.

“Yes, yes, I'm going out now.” Even the rolling knife climbed the door shut, and the other party dared not say a single harsh word. The feeling was like being pointed at by thousands of swords and in a cold hell...

It's horrible.

Who is he?

The red-haired man smiled and wiped the sweat off his forehead, tidied up his clothes and walked out with a relaxed expression on his face. Yes, it was just a wolf disguised to protect himself. In fact, he didn't see Keiral at all. Keiral was just trying to scare him off. Keiral showed only the anger of being disturbed by love. As for the real thing on the table, he didn't see it, but he knew that Keiral and Koros were closer together. "The queen of love...?” He smiled. “Love is a thing that lowers your intelligence. (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.)