My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 498: Kerall's Magic Academy Strategy

“Ha ha.” Kerall Lang smiled soberly and both of them seemed in a good mood... two weirdos. So Kerall and Mikasa were defined in Shesta's mind.

“Is this my room?” Teacher Krubert has been waiting for them in the teacher's dorm.

Compared to student dormitories, teacher dormitories, where everyone has a single room, naturally do not lose.

But in Kerall's mind, he had to put another note on his bill.

Waste existing school funds at will.

Kerall has learned that a student's dormitory is about 200 square meters long, with its own bathroom, toilet.

This wasteful behavior Kerall decided to show them what hell is!

A room for four? No, no, no, no, no. You must be from a prestigious university. In general, one dorm is for eight or sixteen people.

A room of more than 200 square meters, even 16 people, is enough.

Of course, Kerall was prepared for the riot.

He's going to squeeze this bunch of kids first.

Until then, of course, Kerall was interested in a lot of things.

For example... "Oh, and by the way, Mr. Krubert, where did I assign these two words? ”

“If you two are close to each other, the maid will be staying with you, and this one is already a student, so you can only stay in the student dormitory.” Krubert smiled very warmly: “Rest assured, I will arrange for her the best dormitory. ”

“…” Mikasa looked at Keiral.

For her, it was entirely up to Kerall, if Kerall didn't let her live, then she lived with Kerall, and if Kerall let her live, it wouldn't matter if she did.

“Okay, Mikasa, you go live.” Kerall nodded his head thinking, "Remember to have a good relationship with your classmates. ”

“Yes.” Mikasa nodded and looked at Mr. Krubert.

“Oh, well, then follow me.” Corubel nodded and took Mikasa downstairs.

“The teacher's dorm?” Kerall sighed softly and pushed open the thick wooden door.

Very gorgeous decoration, soft and dyed red rosewood carpet with ornate decorations, it's really rude to describe it in algae, but obviously it's definitely something left over from the magic empire, tiles, wallpaper, it looks like modern “vintage” style decoration, but it's actually almost impossible to reproduce technology in ancient times.

You should know by the look on Shesta's face, she's already dizzy, she hasn't seen these sights at all, she's completely immersed in this exaggeration.

“Calm down, Shesta.” Kerall patted her shoulder gently: “The so-called riches, money, rights, etc., in front of [the mighty] is a cloud of nothing, calm down. ”

“It may be true for you, but for me, it's not something I'll ever be able to touch.” Cesta's eyes are a little red: “Can you understand how a poor person feels? ”

“Sure.” Kerall came to the desk, dragged out of the stool, sat down, and held his chin in his hand and laughed, “Absolutely. ”

“So be a little stronger, Shesta, you have potential. ”

“Compared to the noble children who have been eating jade and dressed in golden clothes ever since, I prefer you. You have a stronger heart. ”

“Your heart keeps screaming, I want to be stronger, I want to be stronger, I want to be stronger, I want to keep trying, I want to change my destiny, but this country has sealed all your paths. ”

“So you can only be the maid of the lowest restaurant and the lowest practitioner. ”

“Full of guts, I see.” Keiral held himself down, crooked his head, and the silver wire across his fingertips and face gently.

Keiral watched Shestair carry a glorious aesthetic, and Shestair, too, was struck by Keiral's words and his heart kept beating.

Really, is it true... she herself... has hidden some gaps before, but because of the real pressures and class barriers she has never seen her thoughts go up this way, how could she and her most common little girl ever think about breaking it in the face of such sturdy barriers?

But it's different now.

It's totally different.

Behind her... there's this man...

This incredible man seems to be able to do everything impossible in general.

“If it's you...” she asked slightly shaking.

But the next thing you know, you don't dare talk because you hear the answers that scare her.

“Probably. I want to change this rotten kingdom.” Keiral shrugged, holding onto his chin. He seemed like an unusual relaxer, but only Shesta knew how much strength Keiral needed to change the country.

“You…” Cesta breathed air and couldn't speak.

“Don't worry.” Kerall waved softly, "I'm not an idiot. It's laughable what you say before you succeed. ”

Shasta laughed bitterly, in other words, did you intend to succeed before you made it public?

“Well, the first step in my plan is to become president of this college.” Kerall raised Erlang's leg and told Shesta about his plan.

“How is this possible... how is this possible...” Shesta wondered if it was supposed to say that Kerall was bold or wildly good and that Kerall, who had just entered the Toristine School of Magic, wanted to replace the headmaster and become the dean of the Toristine School of Magic?

“Principal, he's Holy Ten!” Sesta spoke out loud as if she had instantly found something to rebut Kerall's foolish thoughts.

“Oh, well, I've heard of it, but, uh, after seeing the principal today, I realized that the principal has completely turned into a cripple.” Kerall's eyes are not on Shesta, but on the decoration of this study.

“So no wonder we haven't participated in outside activities in recent years and haven't been able to get out of this place for a long time, it seems.” Kerall tapped the desktop gently, thinking slowly, and combed everything up with his own voice.

“Then who can beat him so badly? ”

“It should not be Cassius, who has always been present in two places, the Empire and the Republic, interested only in countries that could pose a threat to Libel, then…" Kerall frowned lightly: “The Ereponian Empire or other international Holy Ten? ”

“It's not worth it even if you lose or lose, unless...” Kerall twisted his eyebrow suddenly: “Are we going to do this to the kingdom of Toristine? ”

“Who, the Ereponian Empire or the Republic of Calvado?!” The more Kerall's fingers are tapped, the quicker it gets.

Then his eyebrows came loose. “Never mind, I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, come one step at a time and walk slowly. ”

“Kay, Mr. Kerall, are you telling the truth?” Stubborn Shesta is hard to believe. Is this war coming?

Poor people, even if they are backward and no longer have money, know that fighting this kind of thing is going to kill people, a lot of dead people, and there must be ordinary people dying in the war, so that's why they care about war the most!

“Probably, but it's early. There's still some help.” Kerall nodded softly and did not take the matter to heart.

He had that confidence, because the man who led 100,000 people to fight back a million people would not care at all about a war with only tens of thousands of people, especially when it was not about Kerall.

But Shesta was already in a hurry to cry. Looking at her like this, Keiral shook her head gently. She really read too little and didn't have enough cultivation?

“Don't worry.” Keiral had to comfort her: “These things are trivial things that can easily be solved by joining forces with the Kingdom of Libel. ”

“But we haven't been with the Kingdom of Libel for almost a hundred years!” Chester's consciousness is better than some of the upper levels of the kingdom of Toristine.

“That's why I'm here, isn't it?” Kerall smiled.

“Don't worry. ”

Kerall's steady voice finally settled Shesta down.

“So pack up first.” Kerall pointed around, speaking.

“Okay, so..." Shesta straightened up her sleeve and tightened all her clothes, a little trick commonly used to do housework so that her clothes didn't get dirty while doing housework.

Keiral took a piece of paper, then opened the ink cap, and finally started writing in Latin, 1,2,3,4 at the beginning of the Arabic number, so that Shesta looked at Keiral with a fog next to him and didn't know what he was doing.

Kerall is, of course, planning in detail how he will manage the college's plans.

His habit was to take things one step at a time, and by the end, everyone would unconsciously discover that they had been taken into the ditch by Kerall.

Kerall sometimes likes to write down these steps, empty his plan, let his head look at his plan in the open, where there are loopholes, where it needs to be supplemented, where it can be strengthened and where it can be made.

Keiral is usually put aside after writing, because neither the Knight nor the Magic continent Keiral has this concern, and the Chinese characters in the square font are unlikely to be recognized in any way.

If the English word spelled out in 26 letters is a difficult B word, then Chinese with Chinese Pinyin and local dialect is SSS word!

If you don't learn Chinese during the Enlightenment Period, then learning Chinese next will take almost ten or even a hundred times as much effort to complete.

Although many yellow-skinned white bananas are in foreign countries, there are still many foreigners born in China, who are so-called to enter Huaxia and Huaxia, to enter Yidi and Yidi, my Huaxia Qi 3000 civilization is unfaulted, relying on this kind of pound atmosphere, Heiner Baichuan's chest, learned Huaxia script, understand Huaxia civilization, integrated into the spirit of Huaxia, then naturally I am also Huaxia.

Where did you get so many restrictions?

If they don't make a scene, we're still good brothers.

That's what it takes to be a superior.

Of course Kerall has such a heart.

But the magic continent needs to be conquered first.

Otherwise the two equal countries, what integration?!

Especially when the Cavalier continent is still vulnerable, not to mention the desire for peaceful integration.

And besides, there's no such thing as "win-win” in Westerners' concepts. You're more developed than me? Westerners, who have always held this notion, could never have been infected by Kerall, and the idea of values is not something a person can promote, but the result of a culture, a regime, a civilization.

Since they cannot be assimilated, then integrate them.

Keiral is Confucian-style, but wearing a western cultural skin is a very effective technique.

When Teacher Krubert returned to Kaylar's room, Kaylar's room had become completely new.

“Looks like you're getting used to it.” While Corubel was surprised by Shesta's skill, he was relieved to think that Kerall must have had something to offer her.

“Then dinner will be arranged from 6: 00 to 7: 30 pm, and if you are late, there will be no food. Please note. ”

“Daily mornings are limited to 7: 30 to 8: 30, and school starts at 8: 30, so I'll take you to class tomorrow so you can teach.” Corubel paid enough tribute to a Holy Ten and, similarly, Kerall expressed respect for the character of a fire magician who was able to have such a connotation.

You toast me. I toast your husband. Isn't that how friendship among humans comes about?

Kerall and Teacher Krubert looked at each other with a smile: "So I'm going back to my room today.” When Corubel was about to say goodbye, Kerall suddenly remembered the look on the face of the woman with the green hair in the headmaster's office and asked, “Oh, by the way, Miss Corubel, do you know who the wizard who kicked the headmaster is? ”

“Oh, you're talking about Assistant Longwell.” He revealed a smile that men understood and said obscenely: "Assistant Longeville is a beautiful beauty. ”

“Oh, it has nothing to do with that.” Keiral couldn't help laughing, speaking.

“I know, I know.” Teacher Krubert slapped Kerall on the shoulder and walked out.

Keiral sighed softly: "Really, listen carefully. ”

“Well...” Shesta hesitated for half a day, and the phrase "master” still didn't say anything, but hesitated for a moment and asked, "Lord Kerall, don't you know where I sleep at night? ”

“Eh?” Kerall stunned: “Isn't there a guest room? ”

“No, not at all.” Shesta answered neatly, which reminded Kerall that this is not a hotel and will not provide you with any extra rooms, this is just a teacher's dormitory.

“Mmm.” Kerall sighed.

“I'll teach you anyway, so you can stay here.” Kerall said that without shame, and Shesta's face turned red: “How can you say that to a young girl?" ”

Kerall stunned for a moment.

The term "young girl" has a special meaning here. On the Knights' side, the maiden is not married, the minor, or the virgin is a young girl, but on the magic side, the girl is only two kinds of people, one is never in love, one is a virgin.

To be honest, it's amazing how open she is to being a virgin, but then Kerall reacts, and it's just an instinct to protect herself —— it's better to be open to eating tofu than to be conservative about rape, isn't it?

Kerall patted her shoulder and said softly, "Don't worry, it's okay, but if you don't want to, I won't force you. Oh, you can go live in a regular servant's dorm. ”

Keiral walks over to the bathroom: "I'm going to take a bath first, you tell me the answer later.” Kerall smiled.

Because he already knows the answer, doesn't he?

She'll never leave.

Because Keiral doesn't mind, but she's like, "What if I go and he doesn't teach me magic?" Because cherished and rare, she could never let go of any opportunity to change her destiny.

Any one of them!

So when Keiral walked out of the bathroom with a hot, hot bath towel, Shesta had sat beside the bed with a crisp shoulder and a bold, sexy maid dressed in a pair that was full of breath * * staring at Keiral with a glimmer of water, her face almost dripping out of the water.

“Little ladies are not... still virgins, please be gentle.” Shimmering in her eyes, she had shyness, leaping, anxiety, nothing but unwillingness.

In this kingdom of Toristine, ordinary aristocrats have the right to drive "first night rights" to newly married girls in their own territory. This kind of thing is more symbolic than practical, which is of course “even your wife is in my hands for the first time, you want to resist.” Well, first of all, the peasants aren't very pretty, and secondly, if you really run the first night's rights every time, you'll be exhausted!

But for nobles, the right to be “symbolic over practical” is the most fearful thing of civilian ladies like Shesta.

Can you imagine the fear of being plowed on yourself not by the groom, but by a fat man like a pig?

Thinking about it, Shesta instantly lost any resistance in the face of Kerall, naked with her upper body like a perfect golden statue.

Kerall's magic school strategy, let's start with Shesta...