My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 459: Political Dumping

PS: First more...

PS1: It's very bad, I didn't sleep until almost 4: 00 yesterday, then I got up at 9: 00, I haven't slept at noon, until now, I'm sleepy... the whole person is nodding...

PS2: But there are 2,000 words that will definitely be written by 12: 00.

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“Hey, Tita, you okay?” Tita, who grabbed Kerall's clothes with her eyes closed tightly, looked pale and in very bad shape.

Keiral's words let her open her eyes, and there was still fear and horror in her big, round eyes, “Brother Keiral... am I okay?! ”

“Nothing. Oh, there I am.” Kerall said gently.

Tita held Keiral tightly, as if she would fall into the tower as soon as she let go.

The moment she was thrown away, she did feel it, she felt the presence of death.

That fear of death, which had passed by her, was simply not within the reach of a little girl like her, even though Kerall had taken her to a safe place, but the shadow of death was still with her, and the fear of death haunted her, and the only thing that made her feel safe and warm was that harbor.

Kerall's in his arms!

She grabbed Kerall dead and couldn't dare come down.

She was scared, trembling, lying down on Kerall's body, and she didn't want to come down.

Keiral softly comforted her several times, but while she was quiet and not trembling, she died grabbing Keiral's clothes and was unwilling to come down.

Kerall couldn't help but drag her and hold her in her arms.

Although she is eleven or twelve years old, Kerall doesn't really have any problems hugging such a child with one meter and eight heads.

Keiral held Tita and said in a slightly remorseful tone: "Sorry, I was a little overconfident and let them run away. ”

“Huh, people are fine.” Joshua exhaled, speaking.

“Yeah, yeah... that scared the shit out of me!” Estelle exhaled heavily, just feeling powerless and soft, some sitting on the floor, the moment she just saw Tita fly out, the whole person's head was empty, she couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything, the falling Tita slowly overlapped in her eyes with the pounding mother, was losing again? Are we losing that important man again?

After almost 10 years, I am still so powerless?!

Estelle couldn't breathe, and her whole body was in a state of confusion. It was a state of extreme tension, but her body couldn't find a response. Until Keiral came back with Tita in her arms, her whole person was paralyzed as if she had exhaled, but she couldn't bring up any more spirits.

“Fine, Al.” Joshua gave her a slight handful next to her, pushing her down.

“Well... it really scared the shit out of me.” Esther nodded softly, relying on Joshua as a whole and seemed depressed.

The scene was a shock to everyone, and everyone was gasping.

“Okay, it's okay.” Keiral and Mikasa are the calmer of all.

This will allow you to understand exactly what the gap is between them - three guerrillas in experience are no better than Kerall.

The so-called Ten Thousand Volume Bookstore Miles Road, Kerall and Mikasa are walking the real Ten Thousand Miles Road.

And the guerrillas' Mile Road is just a "flying" Mile Road, and with the spacecraft, they can't find the means to adapt at many times.

“We'll take care of them when we get back. Let's go back to Chase.” Keiral held Tita, but he didn't bother, he just felt a little angry, and the other side, the means did a little bit.

Keiral used to plot, and one of Keiral's plans was known to everyone, but no one could hide, and he could only walk in Keiral's direction step by step.

Kerall gave them the best route, but in the end it must have been Kerall and their final collision.

Keiral is always the one who saves the most effort, and Keiral, the one who conspires with Dodo, is bright and bright.

But now that they're doing it, it's just too nasty.

Keiral deals with heroes a lot, and naturally he almost forgot how the obscene means made it. Gilgamesh is proud, but bright, but bright, and the pitcher admits to losing. For a proud man, it's hard to make him admit to losing, but Gilgamesh is able to admit to losing so bright, which is the temperament, the great power, the great king's temperament.

He did not admit defeat for himself, but for his own people. In his philosophy of doing business, the people were his private property. His private property was inviolable, but he had an obligation to protect his property. Since he did not have the capacity to protect his property, do not bite to death.

Alexander is a hero, a people, a spirit, a whole nation. He is as bright as the whole country. He shines on the king and the earth. He solicits every hero with his personality charm. He is never satisfied with talent as hunger. His brightness falls like a king who swallows mountains and rivers. This is the imperial temperament.

Nero is a hero, she represents the supreme imperial power, the supreme will, as the greatest emperor of the land, and yet she has been studying continuously since the beginning of her reign, studying Alexander's abolitionist nobility, studying Keiral's new economic policies, studying Gilgamesh's dictatorship and efficiency, she is the youngest of all emperors, but the best one to learn, and Keiral is not sure if without them, without other emperors, Nero's accomplishments would be high or low, would she sink into a luxuriously corrupt life in Rome, or would she still be so good to learn?

Artoria was a hero, she was a national, she was like Guo Jing-like, she was able to bear the inheritance and hope of a country with her thin shoulders, so Keiral was willing to comb everything behind her as Huang Rong.

That's the couple.

Only in this way can they be called husband and wife.

However, the character and virtues of the Knights' continent are still in their simplest years, they abide by justice, they are fair, they are well-endowed, they work hard to pay off, they are the cutest people in the world, as long as the upper class treats them better, they are willing to give some to the upper class, at this time the class struggle is not obvious, although the lower class is the private property of the upper class, it is the direct property of the upper class, the relationship between the two sides is more like the relationship between the owner and the dog, although that may be a little rude, sometimes the relationship between the owner and the dog is even stronger than ordinary human relations.

One glory, one loss.

The upper classes are now not overly oppressive in their expansion and struggle against the outside world, and the lower classes are willing to acquire their own capital as upper classes through external warfare.

But once the outside world is invincible, the upper echelons will look at the lower echelons, and human greed is endless, and since the outside world is no longer able to reap the benefits, it is natural to put the exploitation of the benefits on the inside.

Then the two classes began to rival each other, and the competition for interests grew more intense, so Kerall forgot, on the magical continent, but the class rivalry was very intense!

Having a higher material life, they began to spiritually enlighten themselves, while the previous school stage play "White Flower Love Poetry” referred to conflicts of interest and competition between the two sides.

And it is clear that, once the struggle begins, the means will become more dirty as the interests grow larger.

To be honest, Keiral didn't have much attitude towards coup d 'état. If he wanted change, he would bleed. He had no problem with whether he was ultimately more skilled in the royal family or more decisive in his hands. At best, he did a little help with the position that "he will be stronger in the future", but he wouldn't really overwork. His eyes were on the whole continent, and he was never a small country like the Kingdom of Libel.

After all, those who rely on his means to start their government are too muddy to hold up against the wall, and even a better situation could be wasted.

So let's not do it.

With all the skill.

Although Kerall will send a little help to Koros, if he wants to make this coup go away peacefully, it will depend on her means.

Kerall believed that the lady in Gransel must have thought the same thing.

She doesn't help much, but she does more than the average person.

It's also her test, crossing the past, then the future is her stage, but it can't be crossed, then I'm afraid the old grandmother will have to drag Mai's body to give her the rudder for a few years.

But all this is based on the non-loss of the capital of the Kingdom of Libel, and what is it?

Conductor.

And the conductor master, this is Dr. Russell!

Keiral was young in his previous life, but he was a very weighty generation, and he had no right to be stuck on him for political inclination, but sitting in that position, what he saw naturally leaned on each other from the perspective of looking down, a means that Keiral could guess with his eyes closed.

Mask, cover your identity.

The disappearance of Dr. Russell was then pushed to the Queen, a despicable but extremely useful technique, and Dr. Russell, as a conductor Thai fighter, disciple unknown in geometry, spread all the secret hemp in the Kingdom of Libel and other countries. If he heard Dr. Russell disappear and the Royal Army did nothing, the waves of sound would begin to crusade against the Royal Army, and then the target of the popular voice would become the ruling Queen.

Her Majesty seems to be one with the King's Army, but the difference is huge!

Kerall can think on his knees to know that when the anger provokes the people to push the queen back, even when the people start to regret it, the dust is settled, and the queen can never come back to power again? (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.)