My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 445: White Flower Love Poetry (II)

PS: Recently, because there was nothing to read, I probably paid attention to the mantra, and Zhang rolled back to write the same person, flowering moonless and still watering, Apocalypse God of War, the last feather is almost there, sister's bride, oops, hey, Tifa, everyone has opened a book for six months, even a year ago, as for the last three months, the house system is only infinitely adorable. Sister Xue's backfire transformation failed, Chu's summoning game is still half TJ, the mansion book... is half dead.

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PS3: Sitting here watching a residential novel die, nothing can be recovered, abnormal pain, exasperative PS, if you don't like to ignore it, is the body below.

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And Koros was born without Kerall's help to build urban maps for several other areas.

Kerall was amazed by the education at Janice Royal College and the beautiful planning charts that Coloss had done were comparable to those of an engineering student.

Of course, her steps were slightly bigger, but that was not too much trouble, as attracting and buying land from an investor in the Louane region alone would be enough to make her step bigger.

Just a few things Keiral reminded her of.

For example, if trees are developed in mountainous areas, they are likely to lead to mudslides and so on.

Just a little scare would suffice. This gentle little girl, Khlos, is a good queen, but not a good politician.

Politicians are derogatory words, but politicians are compliments.

Politicians are the noblest praise for a politician's career, and while Kerall thinks Coros is not a qualified politician, he does, and he loves it.

Compared to Coloss, who's busy spinning like a gyroscope, Kerall and Mikasa are like people who don't fit into the world, in one word, probably the "observer of the world”?

Keiral was calm and strange, and although he took Mikasa out to eat, drink and drink, the two people sitting in the bench looked at this bustling world like the spirits of different worlds.

Keiral smiled slightly and asked Mikasa in Celtic: "Mikasa, what do you think of everything here? ”

“Very prosperous.” Mikasa nodded, speaking.

She's not a strawberry, Kerall collects a lot of information about economic problems, and their strong men not only collect all kinds of covert intelligence, but also summarize a lot of economic data, so most of their knowledge is higher than that of ordinary college students.

Kerall wanted more than just assassinations, intelligence spies, such as Alexander's Assassin organization, a well-known intergenerational organization in the desert, but he invested in Alexander's name for the sake of the organization's maintenance costs.

The limitations of the assassination organization, Kerall, were apparent to the later.

Intelligence organizations must be separated from assassination groups in order to have an assassination team led by Allen.

But the reality is that as the situation on the continent changes, so does the assassination team, and now Kerall brings Mikasa alone in order to leave Mikasa alone here to set up an intelligence network two years in advance.

It would have been a little late if they had come here two years later with a large number of intelligence agents to start spreading the Internet.

Now it's going to go online, and two years later, he's got the whole continent's intelligence network in his hands.

Keiral nodded softly at Mikasa's words and smiled with a squint of eyes: "Indeed, it is very prosperous. ”

“But behind all this prosperity, it's annoying.” Kerall is laughing, but not at all.

“Whatever their organization is trying to experiment with or whatever, the technology that dragged the Knights has never developed in decades, and they have become this way in just a few hundred years.” Kerall looked at them with his eyes closed, just how he felt about it and how he hated it.

No one is innocent, ass dictates position, position dictates attitude.

No one here is innocent!

What Keiral thought, Mikasa didn't know, but thinking about her hometown, her parents, her adoptive parents, all died because of these people.

“No one is innocent.” She smelled Keiral's words carefully and suddenly came up with an enlightenment.

Yeah, nobody's innocent.

As Kerall has seen in recent days, she seems to enjoy this peaceful life.

Kerall loves it, too.

But it doesn't work.

Mikasa is his ACE, his QUEEN, his best intelligence officer.

She can't be obsessed with this peaceful life.

A life of peace can wipe out her iron blood and determination, but it also makes her slow and unconscious.

Not good.

And no, his intelligence bosses have been corrupted by the peaceful and luxurious life here. What should we do?

To provoke her hatred, to firm her will, to strengthen her faith and to strengthen her heart.

Kerall is fortifying Mikasa.

It's obvious.

It's not about the poor character, it's just a means under Kerall's command, and —— what if you're supposed to be enemies here?

Kerall would care about Mikasa, but he didn't notice the kind of admiration he had for Koros, which was a sign of softness.

Humans are not robots, and they are called human species because of their diversity and complexity, which makes them the strongest dominators on the planet.

Kerall, after all, is just a human being.

He stood up, smiling, patting himself on the butt, probably free of dust, and said, "Shh, it's like Estelle and Koros are about to start their stage play, let's go in. ”

Keiral laughed when he watched his eyes get brighter and firmly Mikasa, which was a good phenomenon.

Pushing the door into the auditorium, which can accommodate hundreds of people, is already full of people.

Students and tourists sat together in rows of spectators with stools, obviously making the school popular.

There is no need to spend money watching theatre, but traditionally after watching theatre, people from all walks of life will make huge donations based on the magnificence of the theatre, so although it is just a student's theatre, many people talk together.

The Royal College of Janice is a traditional, wonderful stage play that reportedly receives 2 million meters from donations alone!

And the worst is said to be only about 200,000 meters...

So you can totally see the level of this stage play.

The annual stage drama is a show on the College Festival Axis, and everyone is looking forward to it.

And Kerall, as a guest brought in by Koros himself, is naturally in the first row.

Also in the first row are the dean of the college, the mayor, some dignitaries in gorgeous clothes.

Keiral spent his life in a white suit, a red shirt, a header tie, sitting in a crowd of people, and all of a sudden it became the focus.

No one questioned his qualifications to sit with them, and Keralna told them from a magnificent temperament that I was a higher figure than you!

They're guessing who this man is! (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.)