My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 450: Men's and Women's Bathing and What's Your Favorite

PS: Well, I'll be up in the morning to write a chapter * *... still won't be released... directly in the VIP group, you know = w = ~ thanks for the welfare of those who support me.

PS1: On your knees, write to 2 points... it's only 500 words... to die...

PS2: Let me sleep, I'll talk to you tomorrow ~

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At the fingertips of the good guerrilla, Kerall and Mikasa arrived at the Yarmo Hot Springs Hotel in Chase.

This is the famous hot-spring resort of the Kingdom of Libel - of course, it is only just autumn and has not reached its peak.

The entire village of Yarmo has only a few guests.

Keiral and Mikaston were very warmly welcomed.

Now that the Kingdom of Libel has a hint of a capitalist revolution, the people are beginning to align themselves with money, and they have a consumer perspective, and they are beginning to realize the importance of consumers for practitioners.

This is not forced business, but a welcome as a direct owner.

This spa is huge.

Around 10 acres of hot springs are not just hot springs, they also include buildings such as hotel accommodation rooms, and they even have the leisure time to build two fake mountains.

It is said that the spa is held by the entire village of Yarmo, so almost the entire village has a “business outside” atmosphere.

During the hot spring season, autumn and winter, villagers in the village of Yarmo, where hotels are not available, are said to rent their rooms to outside tourists - they are large enough anyway.

And Keiral still has about 34,000 meters left because he later stayed at Janice Royal College.

After pressing a piece of gold as a security deposit, Kerall and Mikasa stayed in this huge spa with only two or three people.

Of course, the room for the two was one, whether it was a guard or an outside disguise, or to save money, neither of them had the intention of making amends of that kind.

Bitch is love correction.

They're not bitches.

After staying in the hotel, the two of them discovered something awkward —— because it was a direct supply of underground hot springs with a conductor, and the two of them came in for a large price, and their place of residence was naturally the best —— and they had a small hot spring pool in their yard, not big enough, but enough for two people to stretch out and lie in, at least in the face of a family, a couple plus one child, and there was still mumbling hot water underneath, which seemed to be circulating, and it was estimated that the other water was either poured into that large spa, or turned into flushing toilets or dishwashing water.

There are so many hot springs anyway, there's no fear of waste.

But this thing is really embarrassing - even if the two of them have determined to want her body, and have determined to give it to him, they will still feel embarrassed in this naked face. Mikasa is the first daughter of Huanghua!

“Sa, Mikasa, go take a bath first, according to the rules, you should wash your body before you can go to the spa.” Keiral spoke to Mikasa in a peaceful and gentle tone.

But instead, his tone made Mikasa's body tremble slightly.

Clever she already knows what she's going to greet next.

Keiral had always been her teacher, her boss, and the tone of her speech had always been that of a dignified and commanding tone, which he had never told her.

That's the difference.

Kerall is a good teacher, a good boss and a good husband.

But Keiral's tenderness as a good husband never gave her a minute and a half!

When Kerall said that in such a tone, she understood...

“Yes...” Dropped her head low and her long dark hair covered her cheeks and expression, but could not hide the tremor in her voice.

Keiral's hands gently rested on her shoulders, asking softly, "Shall we wash together? ”

“Your Highness...” Mikasa grabbed Keiral's hand and revealed a mournful look on his face.

“Okay.” Kerall patted her gently, grabbed her hand, smiled and leaned over and kissed her gently on her tender face: “Go. ”

Mikasa with red and xia hid in the bathroom as if she were running away.

Kerall slowly fell into contemplation with a smile.

Mikasa is now beginning to learn the language of the Kingdom of Libel, and the establishment of the intelligence force is on the agenda.

There are two main aspects to the formation of an intelligence force: manpower and money.

Mikasa has a lot of experience in human resources. If she needs money, she can pull up a vote to do it. After all, if she is loyal to Keiral, the people below will not tell them who they are serving.

And money...

This is something that really upsets Kerall a little bit.

Not with the money of the Kingdom of Libel.

The Kingdom of Libel is indeed rich, but, as Kerall had previously speculated, the royal financial flows must have been watched by many and Kerall could not have run his own forces with the funds of Colosseum.

Kerall wouldn't do such a bad thing about buying shells and hitting people with other people's money.

Or, don't shame on it.

Man, there has to be some lower limit.

Respect your enemies, even if they are.

Without facing your enemies, you will never defeat them.

Today, many people in the country are hostile, contemptuous, contemptuous of Japan, but they are not confronted. The Japanese navy is actually strong. Even if the century-old navy powers are weaker in the navy, they are actually stronger than China's - if not counting submarines beneath the sea and aircraft carriers that have not yet formed a war force.

One of Kerall's enemies is to respect their enemies, calmly measure the power of both sides, and finally defeat each other step by step, so that even the weak can accomplish the great cause of defeating the strong.

Kerall has always been this way, so he has a lower limit and a bottom line to succeed.

Do you think it's all teenage blood? All you need is blood to defeat all enemies?

Reality is more cruel than that!

“Your Highness... I'm done.” Mikasa's hesitant voice rang behind Kerall.

“Oh, very soon.” Keiral turned his head and smiled. He saw the towel wrapped around him, and the two pieces of meat in front of his chest made out of Mikasa. The one below also appeared inconspicuous. Mikasa's whole body was like a cooked prawn with a stunning pink charm.

“Now that you've washed it, go and soak it in the hot springs before you catch a cold.” Keiral, of course, said it to get her down the stairs. How could she catch a cold in Mikasa's physique? Even though it's early autumn, even after the bath, it's just a little bit of goose bump.

But Mikasa walked into the courtyard like an amnesty hot spring filled with hot steam.

“Next...” Kerall stretched out a lazy waist: "It seems like nothing happened. I'm sorry about myself...” (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.)