My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 467 Bureau Central Bureau

PS: The first one, go write the second one.

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So, what exactly is Kerall's plan?

At first Kerall never thought of stopping Colonel Richard by any kind of military or physical blow. Colonel Richard ran the Intelligence Department for years and had shaped his image to perfection. If you were out there asking the average Royal Army soldier, who was Colonel Richard?

Then their answer must be "the good guy" or “the perfect soldier.”

Colonel Richard's appearance perfectly compensates for the heroic sentiment that Cassius' departure from the royal army, the same colonel, the same sword, the same wisdom, the same strength, the same reason - even though he is a disciple of Cassius in martial arts!

This overlap in identity slowly shifted the worship of Cassius to that of Colonel Richard.

This decades-to-day disguise is no longer a disguise, but a real, real strength.

His strength is called prestige.

Why would anyone not hesitate to believe what Colonel Richard said: "Royal Guard rebellion? ”

Because he is Colonel Richard, a young general who has been active in the front lines of the Royal Army for several years, he is probably even the first person to become a Marshal of the Kingdom of Libel at around the age of 30.

That's strength, real strength. Kerall can physically wipe out Colonel Richard, but he can't beat him! This is neither Keiral's aesthetic nor Keiral's creed. Keiral won't do it!

So what made Keiral's article so much more turbulent?

Having laid the groundwork for the internal situation in the Kingdom of Libel and the harsh description of the Reston Fortress, Kerall has almost created the situation in the Kingdom of Libel, and now we are just one last step away!

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“Am I dead?... How long have I been in a coma?” When the major woke up from a coma, did Translator Ann die himself?

Then he reacted and asked around.

His voice did not lead to his own men, and Leston's fortress was empty and dead as if mankind had been extinct.

“Cyrus, Bolt, Cadia..." He called his men's names one by one, getting a floating echo.

All alone, people... are dead.

“Ahhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhh..." He knelt on the ground, punched and punched the hard obsidian apron until the blood was smashed out of his own fist.

Like a lone wolf who lost everything, he growled up: "Shit, shit! Goddamn it! Whoever you are! I'll make you pay! I will. I will make you pay! ”

“Major?” A cowardly voice like a hamster made him turn his head.

“Major!” Surprisingly, he couldn't help but tremble with the sound of panic and uncertainty.

“How many more brothers?” He had to face a cruel fact that might crumble him, but a man should not escape.

“There are still five hundred and fifty-six...” he swallowed under his face: "Major, yesterday, half the brothers... gone! ”

“Five hundred and fifty-six...” His heart is twitching, this Reston Fortress is a thousand men, the strength of an army, that simple, is it gone!?

Half! Half of it! That's 500 people, not 500 pigs! Even if it were 500 pigs, it would take a long time to kill one head, but 500 people lost all night.

Are you fucking kidding me?

“Someone else escaped.” The lieutenant was ashamed to say.

The Major's eyes were dark and fainted again.

Such desertion is a blatant disgrace, an insult to him and a denial and disgrace to his career as a professional soldier.

He... is as dead as a heart.

And that's when Kerall's layout started working.

In a small town on the border of the Ereponian Empire, Cassius, who is investigating the truth about the attack on the guerrilla association in the Ereponian Empire by a group of hunters, is frowned upon and deeply contemplated by this article in the Libel newsletter.

He's got another copy of the Libel newsletter last semester.

“Teacher, what are you thinking?” Sherazad came to him and asked with a smile.

Sherazad is his proud disciple, and although the age of the two is not much different, Cassius is a sword saint and has been very helpful to Sherazad in various missions of the guerrilla association.

So Sherazad has always had great respect for Cassius, and he deserves to be a teacher.

In her mind, she didn't try to fantasize about the other half of him.

Cassius is a good man, and a good man always carries a lot of admiration.

Isn't that what humans are like? Vision obeys strength and wisdom.

“This.” Cassius slapped the newspaper in his hand: “It's not good. ”

“What, is that what teachers do?” Cassius, who exclaims, is rare, and Sherazad, who inherently carries the S attribute, is not too afraid of Cassius, but rather lets go of the opportunity to flirt with him.

“Ha ha...” Cassius laughed bitterly: “This is not a simple man. ”

“‘If you don't come back, Libel's gonna get fucked up, oh.’ That's the meaning of two articles in a row, wherever they come from. I'm not afraid that Richard will do something harmful to Libel, but this guy who played Richard between his hands, I can't be relieved...” He sighed softly and shook his head: "I'm a little worried. ”

“Go back if you're worried.” Sherazad grinned and hugged his chest, backing out the two round and full objects and said with a smile: “I'm here. ”

“You...” Cassius shook his head gently: "You're a B-class guerrilla, presiding over the big game here, a little unsustainable. ”

It is true that B-class guerrillas, although rare in Libor, are more common in the Ereponian Empire, especially now that even Cassius's disciples may not be able to serve the public.

“You invited Mr. King to the Ribeil kingdom to settle the situation!” White as Cassius, Sherazad shook his head gently and sighed.

“Ha ha,” Cassius laughed, but the sorrow between the eyebrows could not hide it.

To whom is the other side fighting?

Can Richard see through each other?

And can Richard deal with each other?

His feelings for Richard were actually the same as for Kerall, and in any case, what was good for the Liberal kingdom was right.

Whether Richard or Her Majesty, the political struggle between the two depends on the means of both sides, both sides are proportionate and bottom-line, and the winner represents the winner's intelligence that can lead the Kingdom of Libel on an ever-better path, but the loser… the queen is not bound to do anything, but Richard will surely have no bones left.

To be honest, Richard was invisible, so Cassius didn't really like Richard, and his mind had decided to come forward and save Richard's life with his prestige when he failed.

But Richard has a bottom line, and he's really doing it for the good of the country.

But this new one, able to see through the game between Richard and the Queen, can provoke all of this, seems to be the enemy of Colonel Richard, but will never be the friend of Her Majesty's army...

The intelligent guy, tell the same intelligent guy in his own language: Hey, old guy, want to play a game?

I didn't say that, but that's what this guy meant!

Who is this guy who just popped up?

Cassius pinched his brow, and his brow ached a little.

“Then the third news, throw it.” Kerall laughed, and the powdered, curly tears around him.

Kerall was born through himself to transform Libel Newsletter, a very serious national newspaper, into a third-rate newspaper pursuing news and topics only!

Keiral's novels and news are published simultaneously, making Libel Newsletter a lot of money all at once, and almost every issue of the story is on the rise - although Keiral's novels don't run for a while in a row for a month, it's clear that readers will still buy a novel that they want to see if there's a Keiral issue.

And those who care about the news will care about whether Kerall has new, sharp, sharp comments, and buying one is the profitability of Libel Communications.

The gap in Libel Newsletter, from a Monday semimagazine newspaper to a daily newspaper forced by Kerall, is not one and a half points.

But even the painful and happy, Libel Newsletter had to be carried by Kerall's nose, and he thought he'd let them go if he gave up Kerall, the money shaker tree, and went back to the semi-periodical readers?

They'll be burned by angry readers!

And while Kerall was holding their nose, they had to be taken away by Kerall.

This is Kaylar's manipulation, which he cannot resist.

So the big pink curly hair was sent to Keiral as the responsible editor of Libel's newsletter, responsible for pushing Keiral's manuscripts every day, of course theoretically, but where did she dare to push for manuscripts, at most, to ask for manuscripts, all sorts of kneeling really is a heartbreak, Keiral has also recently been fatal, only to tears, she was almost cultivated to the point where when she saw Keiral began to moisten the corners of her eyes.

It was a bit of a tragedy, but she learned a lot from Kerall. (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.)