My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 496: The Beginning of the Kingdom of Toristine

“Well... is this the magic kingdom of Toristine?” Looking at this, it was like a Camelot architectural personality, and Keiral laughed, “Interesting, just a mountain apart, just like two worlds? ”

“Your Highness, what is this?” Mikasa couldn't react, watching Kerall get silly.

“It seems that this is the true level of the Magic Continent.” Kerall spoke with a gentle pinch of his nose beam.

Libel's been cheating on me all along.

Kerall felt a little stressed.

Thought the Kingdom of Libel was the average, and Kerall, who was a little more technologically advanced at best, was ready to die, but now it looks like - it's just going from a hell of a model to a hard one!

“Oops... I was really upset about these things...” Keiral sighed softly and waved to Mikasa, looking at the ancient buildings on all sides: “First, go find a hotel. ”

“Yes.” Mikasa nodded and followed Kerall down the street.

Unlike Libel, here she needs to be more familiar.

“Interesting.” Kerall thought for a moment and stopped in front of a door sign with a glass on it, pushed the door in and saw a wave of heat pounding his nose.

Because of the lack of air conditioning, the naturally sealed pub has a smell and smell of wine.

Unlike Kerall's Red Leaf Ridge Tavern, the Red Leaf Ridge Tavern is hygienic and clean and often perfumes and drinks are disinfected on the ground from time to time.

This led to the tavern in Red Leaf Ridge all of a sudden going from a mid to low end place to a premium place, and even though the people who went there were still those people, in order to protect the environment, everyone would have to start to whisper so-called mental environmental cues.

But here, what Kerall sees is a mess.

The lowest level of talent returns to the place.

It's not just not about not making money, it's about turning Guests into vulgar guys.

This type of hotel is not a "relaxing” place, but a "lethargic” place.

The two places are completely different.

It's like a cafe, a music bar, it's a relaxing place, and a bar, Di Bar, it's a relaxing place.

are two extremes altogether.

This bar is the extremes of the vent.

So fights, intelligence sources, or being spotted are the fastest places.

There must be members of Richard Intelligence in there, too, right?

Richard was never going to let this place go, or that it was precisely this forgotten corner of the Liberal kingdom that he was going to develop intel more vigorously.

Otherwise, it would be more dangerous than the other two countries if there were any movement.

This place should have Richard's men.

Although it would be interesting to know what was happening in the Kingdom of Libel, there would certainly be a telegram sent back from the intelligence post here.

But Kerall doesn't know why, but he doesn't want it at all...

Going in, Mikasa suddenly attracted a lot of attention.

But two noble costumes and a pair of short swords between Mikasa's waist stopped a lot of people. At least it was too risky to go up and make a scene like this before they knew what was going on. Don't underestimate the wisdom of the people at the bottom. They are most sensitive to dangerous disparities and uneasy atmospheres.

“Have you noticed?” Kerall said softly.

Because he had just fallen apart with Coloss, Kerall couldn't help but bring a layer of unhappiness to himself. Faced with Kerall with this layer of breath, everyone was forced to maintain the most basic feeling of danger.

Keiral is the Holy Ten, and his every move, joy and depression, sadness and joy can provoke the citizens of the elements of heaven and earth.

Furious Keiral can make the sky thunder, happy Keiral can make the sun shine, depressing Keiral can make the weather go down and sadly Keiral can make the rain pour.

That's Holy Ten.

Keiral's power was not apparent when he came to the Cavalier continent because there were so few magical elements of the Cavalier continent - Keiral could only draw the power of the sun from the air, and after coming here, Keiral first blended into the elements of heaven and earth.

You can't imagine a man who hasn't had water in almost 30 years suddenly facing a pool.

And that's why Kerall first blended the power of the continent.

Harmony.

Kerall is one of them!

Kerall can even change the atmosphere in the air!

Isn't that why nobody's here?

Keiral sat gently at a table, and Mikasa naturally stood behind him and looked at everyone in the room with his faceless eyes.

For a moment everyone understood.

The whispers got up.

“Nobility... what brings nobility to this place?” Their joining ears will not affect Kerall's thoughts at all.

A waitress came up and asked Kerall respectfully, "Sir, what do you need? ”

“Oh..." Kerall glanced amazingly, a woman in the D-cup... until now has been misled by the group of women in the Kingdom of Libel who are either B or C. Kerall discovered the D-cup for the first time.

Doesn't the kingdom of Toristine have different breasts?

Looking at Keiral's eyes, the waitress couldn't help but have a heartbeat. It turns out the nobility is a bird. She came up and shook those eyeballs around her chest, but if she was such a handsome young nobleman... she didn't hate it!

“Well, sir, what would you like?” Keep your head down like a mosquito maid asked.

“Well, two of your best dishes, drinks-- any fruit wine?” Keiral shrugged, asking.

“Yes.”

“Then two, go.” Kerall nodded softly and said.

“Yes,” she nodded softly, turning away despite her blush, but still adhering to professional ethics.

“Ha ha ha, our Shestas spring.” Are they afraid to make fun of Keiral, which makes Keiral a bit strange and rich in noble atmosphere… the Kingdom of Libel is completely lost on this point. Kerall thought about it.

“What, you guys don't give me crap!!” The girl named Shesta screamed angrily and angrily, and she kept patting the demonic palms of these big men dancing with her hands and then came over to the counter and yelled at them: "Two Gillis steaks and two bottles of fruit wine. ”

“Hey, yo!” There was a snoring.

Kerall frowned slightly, and he felt it was a mistake to come here to eat.

Obviously, this kind of restaurant is completely unhygienic.

“Miss, could you come here for a moment?” Keiral raised his hand and shouted at the maid of Shesta.

“Okay, hold on a second.” Like a fairy tale butterfly, bypassing the hands of the men who wanted oil, the maid, who had already done well in the light car, had arrived in front of Keiral in ten seconds, smiling and asking, “Sir, do you need anything else? ”

“Sit down," Keralnu said, very quietly.

“…” she hesitated slightly, as if she had misunderstood Keiral's words, carefully as a hamster did Keiral's right hand, but was afraid that Keiral would touch her.

“Eh...” Kerall said softly: “Was the Kingdom of Toristine so strict in rank? ”

“Sir, what do you mean?” She didn't understand a thing about the fog.

“Nothing. I wanted to ask you something. Has the Kingdom of Toristine collected Mira of the Kingdom of Libel?” Mila of the Kingdom of Libel is supposed to be the nearby hard currency, but Mila of the banknotes is not accepted by the Kingdom of Toristine or both.

“Eh... Mira, our store is fine, but not necessarily if it's another store, maybe half.” Girls don't quite understand why Kerall asked.

“Really… is it because the country is too small for credibility?” Kerall muttered softly that, since the announcement by the United States that the United States was unable to convert the dollar into gold and that, directly linked to oil, the extension of banknotes, a precious metal, was no longer satisfied with precious metals and had become synonymous with national credit. The United States, of course, by virtue of its first promotion in the world, withdrew the dollar into a global currency by virtue of the credibility of its first force.

And Libel has no strong American military power at all, and its economic power is not at the top of the continent, so Libel's Mila is not the continent's hard currency.

Gold and silver are the hard currency of the continent.

Just like Knightland.

Of course, the Knights' Continent, under Keiral's leadership, has established a financial system that will hopefully establish a trading system for credit currencies in the near future, and on the Magic Continent, it is merely the Mila currency issued by the Kingdom of Libel through the top of its own conductivity technology.

So silver and gold are the whole hard currency.

Kerall knew a lot about the kingdom of Toristine through the mouth of this maid named Shesta.

“Really, the same queen, the same strange political environment, the same magical kingdom...” Kerall gently held his chin and then completely ignored Shesta, who had already served their dinner.

“Eat, Mikasa.” Keiral just greeted Mikasa and immersed herself in her thoughts.

“…” Mikasa sat silently, skilfully using a knife and fork, elegant and quick, instantly more convinced of her origins.

But the news of "not the nobility of the kingdom of Toristine” was also leaked to Shesta. After all, it is difficult to hide such a thing.

It's better to shut it down first, so they let it go.

Even the drunkards would waver this way as if they were saying something, but they were taken away. There is no psychological pressure to go this way, but nobles like Kerall are not the kind of civilians they can provoke.

The difference is not in the power gap, but in the mobilization of resources, where the average person can mobilize very little resources, and where connections are only a few blocks away.

The nobles, on the other hand, were able to ascend to the king's emperor, descend to the army of officials, and the vastness of the tentacles was not what the civilians thought, so the two sides themselves were unequal, and the so-called confrontation was even more ludicrous.

It's a pyramid structure, where people can rise to become elites, and human desire can call them people.

But the downside of the Kingdom of Toristine is...

His staircase is gone!

This country has a very serious illness.

The difficulty of Kerall trying to save the country and unite it with the Kingdom of Libel is not ordinary.

But there is a way for a magician like him to reach the royal hierarchy.

Toristine School of Magic.

A magic school that was once open to talented magicians from all over the world and now houses only aristocracy and royalty.

Toristine School of Magic.

Keiral, the kind of guy who has no land on the Magic Continent, two noble titles, and three no protectors, certainly can't go in there and be a student, but if he's a teacher...

The Toristine School of Magic actually lacks teachers.

Keiral learned through Shesta that although the Toristine School of Magic is known as the largest school of magic on the continent, it's actually less than a year old, because only nobility and royalty are accepted, so there are a handful of people who will come back after graduation to work at the School of Magic, so the Toristine School of Magic has begun to fall apart so far.

Kerall's first new school, which lacks all of its faculties, must have been a school that has never replenished a new teacher for more than 60 years.

And the principal of the school can talk directly about the existence of the queen!

So...

Kerall's goal in the short term is the principal of this school, right?

Keiral laughed and finally started eating the warm steak.

“Shesta, can I ask you something?” Keiral called the maid again and placed a pile of Mira on the table, one on the checkout and the other on the paycheck.

“Well, can I ask what it is before I make a decision?” She was hesitant that some nobles had not made excessive requests to sleep.

“I'm interested in the Toristine School of Magic, but I'm not familiar with it at all, so could you show us the Toristine School of Magic? ”

“Okay, okay.” Shesta nodded softly, and she could still accept this insignificant request.

“Then please.” Kerall gently wiped his mouth with a napkin, gracefully poured himself a glass of wine, poured a glass of Mikasa and drank it all.

“Let's go.” Kerall stood up and said.

“Yes.”

“Okay, just give me a minute," Shesta seems to have gone on leave and returned after a while, Shesta has changed to a blue dress, I don't know why she's wearing a white dress like an apron, and then rushed out: “Okay, I've taken a good leave of absence, but if you want to go, they're still quite a long way from here, I suggest you rent or buy a horse. ”

Horses are expensive at all times, so buying one isn't really worth it, because Kerall doesn't have a horse environment, and before carrots pour into Eurasia, people who feed horses with soybean soda, soybean wine not only brush their horses' hair, brush their teeth, maintain a variety of stable environments, etc.

Kerall's family is a cavalry family and naturally knows how precious horses are, so it's just two horses to rent.

“Miss Shestair, can you ride?” Kerall asked with a smile and courtesy.

“No, not really.” She hesitated for some reason to deny Kerall's problem.

“Really? Well, then, please ride with me," Kerall said, a beautiful flip on the horse, making a gesture to Shesta.

Shesta looked a little shy and naturally grabbed Keiral's hand, and Keiral pressed gently, and she had come into Keiral's arms.

Mikasa landed on a clean horse and suddenly attracted a thrill.

“Which way?” Keiral dragged the reins and asked, his equestrian tricks did not need to be repeated. The unicorn without the saddle was always under his crotch.

“Over there.” With Shesta's guidance, the Toristine School of Magic has been there.

“Oh, it's a great magic school, but it smells like rot.” Kerall murmured softly because the horse ran fast and didn't let Shesta hear it.

Mikasa followed Keiral closely, not slowly at all - her riding skills weren't covered either!

The two rides quickly attracted the attention of the students of the College of Magic. The College of Magic was unprotected. In addition to the high courtyard walls, the real defender was their teacher, almost a colorful teacher of the Grand Mage level. Let alone ordinary little thieves, even the army would not be afraid.

Soon a teacher will come out to receive Kerall.

“Oh, hello, welcome to the Toristine School of Magic. Who are you?” Kerall, coming down to the horse, the teacher asked in a very polite tone that most of the time they received nobles, so they had to lower their posture - even if he was a brilliant archmage.

In Keiral's eyes, the slightly bald teacher had almost all the elements of fire converging, which was the sign that he was about to enter the Holy Tenth, and it was hard to say when he was going to become the Holy Tenth, maybe a year, maybe a month, maybe 20 years.

It's hard to say what kind of route he's on, but it's so rare that Keiral looks at him and feels a sense of admiration. A fire magician who's about to enter the Tenth Holy Year is still so modest.

“Hello, Your Honor, I'm actually here to hire a teacher for this job. ”