My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 499, Lesson 1

Kerall certainly wouldn't do anything about Shesta, who was going to raise him as a disciple, not as a maid.

He needs as much as he wants to serve nature, but if he is a disciple, he needs to be carefully nurtured.

Some may think that powerful people must be able to teach good disciples, but this is wrong.

Only people with brains can teach good students, and perhaps their own accomplishments limit their vision, but their brains can make their land younger than blue and better than blue.

So Kerall just slept with Shesta for one night.

Shestra hasn't moved all night like a piece of wood, and she's so tight that Kerall just dares not move her waist.

Of course, even if it's tight as wood, she's still a girl, and she's got a soft scent in her arms, which is much more comfortable than a large pillow, and a girl's soft body with a full, fluffy body and everything that smells like a girl's body is more comfortable than a pillow.

Anyway, Kerall may have slept well this night, but Shesta...

It's just a little spiritually deficient.

Keiral ignored himself completely naked, because whether it was 2022, before the Great End of the last lifetime, or the world after the Great End of the Age, or the open atmosphere of the Cavalier continent.

All three experiences are, in fact, reasons for Kerall to become open.

Of course, the simpler reason is that you don't like being tied up, right?

The secular shackles and the gaze were placed around the human neck, and the clothes changed from a veil to something shackled.

Freedom to stretch everything out in your own little space, maybe a lot of people have done it?

So is Keiral, of course.

Faced with Keiral's nakedness, Shesta obviously had some hands and feet busy dressed as a maid. Although she had no dew spot in her underwear, even that was enough to make her jump straight into her heart.

“Then get dressed, it's 7: 30 and Teacher Krubert will definitely be here by then.” Kerall had just said something, and the door had banged and banged.

“Mr. Kerall, are you there?” Corubel's voice sounded like an appointment.

“I'm here, please wait for me.” Kerall wrapped himself around a bath towel and walked to the door.

“I just got up. Can you give me two minutes?” When Keiral appeared naked in front of Korubel, even the man's teacher, Mr. Korubel, was stunned for a while.

After all, those square-shaped muscles are hard to see. Most of the muscles you see are inflated irregular circular muscles, and Keiral, the square-shaped muscles that are so extreme, are only available to Keiral, the pervert who practiced yoga since childhood?!

“Oh, okay, I'll just wait at the door.” Teacher Krubert laughed embarrassingly, saying that despite a glance, he saw Shesta in her underwear wearing clothes, and that an old virgin who had studied magic all his life was a little too excited to face the situation.

The beautiful teacher Krubert said in her mouth is actually helpless when faced with this situation!

When Keiral walked out of the bathroom dressed in white, Teacher Krubert was amazed again, and those little girls probably screamed?! Teacher Krubert, who exclaimed in her heart, looked up and down and measured Kerall again.

Kerall, with a low ponytail, had a soft silver hair tied together by a ribbon, then scattered behind his head, revealing a white forehead.

Keiral, with his forehead on his face, suddenly became clearer. Faced with such a handsome man, even with his eyes closed, he gave a perfectly pleasant smell.

Of course, a lot of times you don't think he's closing his eyes, it's like he's meditating.

Kerall, who has been in this state, once again taught Mr. Krubert a lesson with his well-proportioned muscles and white vest - so that a magician could wear it, so man!

One meter and eight heads plus a vest, Kerall doesn't look like a magician at all, he looks more like a warrior than a magician!

But when Keiral wore a pure white robe that Shesta handed over, a flash of elegance swept in, as if he were wearing a disguise for Keiral, who instantly changed from an English martial artist to an elegant elder.

Yes, not a magician, but an elder of wisdom.

It's strange to say that at the age of 45 Corubel, but it's obvious that this is what a man under the age of 30 smells like in Kerall.

Wisdom, elegance, maturity, wind, but no magician's temperament.

This man is so mysterious. Corubel shook his head gently and turned around to show Kerall the way.

Kerall made a slight gesture against Shesta, whose eyes were sparkling.

Then Shesta followed suit.

While the three of them were walking down the hallway in the teacher's dormitory, the hallway was still quiet.

The beautifully polished crystal covered magic lamps emit dim lights - far brighter outside than here.

“Everyone is either asleep or out because they don't have shifts.” Corubel's words make Kerall a little strange.

“Eh, I'm just taking a morning lesson. Can I ask how many students are in our school?” Kerall said strangely.

“Well, we have five grades in school, plus 500 people.” Teacher Krubert spoke of an intolerable amount of data.

Though there are more than 500 magicians -- isn't it better than a bigger elementary school in Heavenly Dynasty?

Kerall, think about it. They're nobles!

Nobility means nobility, power, wealth, and… uniqueness.

Kerall figured it out, but he thought it was a remarkable achievement to have 500 students in this college.

“So what's a grade?” Kerall asked.

“Well, there's only one class in a grade, a unified lecture, about a hundred people.” Teacher Krubert said with complete indifference.

It's depressing for Kerall.

Ah, this school, it looks like it's broken.

So bad...

Neither teacher strength nor student numbers are sufficient.

If you want to form an army, a hundred people in the district is too ordinary.

Without a teacher, even Naji and Lacan can call in?

No, wait, now that it's said, Kerall says again, "Well, Mr. Krubert, what's your magic level? ”

“Oh, me, my magic level is the Quartet. Oh, I've always wanted to break through the Pentagon, but I haven't been able to break through as well as you.” Corubel, who was troubled by his own circumstances, said his own without concern.

“Eh, you call this the Quartet?” Keiral was stunned, and in the case of the Kingdom of Libel, Teacher Corubel, who should be called the Great Mage, was above the Great Mage, the Holy Ten.

The Grand Mage is collectively referred to as the "Mage”.

Because the Grand Mage is called the Grand Mage because it has moved on the path of magic to an area that ordinary people cannot lift.

And the kingdom of Toristine here is more detailed, divided into two towers, a triangle, a quadrangle, a pentagon.

And the Quartet is obviously the Great Mage, and the Pentagon is the Holy Ten.

But obviously, only the kingdom of Toristine, which inherited the magical empire, will compare these things more.

Although well systematized, magic is something that is enlightening and cannot be manufactured in bulk. Toristine School of Magic makes so many magical aristocrats, but how many can really reach the triangle level?!

None of them!

Magic is about talent, not blood!

Keiral asked somewhat melancholy, "What about Ms. Longwell? ”

“Ah, you mean her?!” Krubert thought about it: "It must be the Quartet, too. I've never seen Ms. Longwell do it. ”

“I see. Thank you, Mr. Krubert.” Kerall smiled politely.

“Where, where, come on.” Corubel is flattered.

He knew the difference between himself and Kerall, and although it seemed like a line of separation, a lot of people were actually stuck here forever, and he knew very well where the gap between him and Kerall was —— that Kerall had been able to maintain an area free of other magic elements within three meters of his body, and to keep it that way for so long, in other words, Kerall had been in the Tenth World for so long, so skilled in the Tenth World and fighting, and even if he had entered the Tenth World, he was just a young man who had just entered the Tenth World, and the 45-year-old Tenth World War, though young, was not a cow.

Kerall... only 29 this year...

How many years of youth have you been in the Holy Ten?

Corubel, who led the way, smiled with a smile on his face. It was horrible, horrible!

However... this school seems to have some hope of survival.

He was happy to lead Kerall on the way to the dining room, and even though it was only 7: 30 in the morning, some hard-working students were up.

Kerall likes to get up early kids.

Whatever their purpose, children up at seven o'clock have at least one hour of freedom than children up at eight o'clock.

Whatever they do with this hour, they're better than the other kids up at 8: 00.

Keralmore remembers their faces and tries to cultivate them well after the next one.

Although it is noble, it is not irreversible, and Keiral has silently defined it in the heart of a large number of dining rooms.

Why is it that Kerall is watching people, and others are not watching him in silence?

He was so dazzling, led by Teacher Corubel, that his eyes were looked at as soon as he appeared.

“This is really rich.” Keiral watched the students eat the steak in the morning, the lamb steak, and drink the soup. Keiral couldn't help but admire it.

“Yes, because students' private chefs are not allowed in the college, the chefs here are arguably the best in the entire kingdom of Toristine.” Mr. Corubel's words made Kerall frown slightly again.

This can't be... let them kids eat so well, live so well, is this to enjoy or learn?

Kerall frowned gently and followed Teacher Krubert to a table.

It's not all the students in cloaks, it's all the teachers' tables.

“This is Miss Kerall. Nice to meet you. Hello.” A fat lady stood up and said to Kerall.

“This is Mrs. Monza.” Teacher Krubert said.

“Hello, Mrs. Monza.” Keiral smiled and gave a kissing gift, and the fat lady had already brought a red spot on her face: “Geez, Miss Keiral, you are so kind to be here to teach, it's an honor to be here. ”

“Ha ha, you're welcome.” Kerall smiled and let go of her hand and sat down.

With a pity, she made it across from Kerall and said with a smile on her face: "Don't know what Mr. Kerall handed over? ”

“Oh, I'm still a little grounded, so if it's junior year, I can teach.” Kerall grabbed a horn bag with a smile on his face, ripped a piece into his mouth and opened his eyes slightly surprised.

“This is really...”

“Isn't it good? The food here, it's not blown.” Smile and look at Kerall, Teacher Krubert flaunts.

“Well, it's really good.” Kerall smiled and sighed.

“Your Highness.” Mikasa's voice was called out in Camelot's language.

“Oh, Mikasa, sit down and eat, and come to class with me later.” Keiral nodded, watching Mikasa in a smart jacket under the magic cape and laughing out loud: “You, it's almost June, aren't you hot? ”

Mikasa blushed and looked at Keiral and said, "Why don't I change him? ”

“No, that's fine. It just distinguishes you from those sorcerers.” Kerall stopped Mikasa and laughed.

“Go eat.” Kerall nodded.

“Ha.” Mikasa nodded and turned away.

“Is this your escort?” Lady Monza looked at Mikasa with a slight glance.

“Yes, but for convenience's sake, you've become a student at our school, and you should have heard about it from Mr. Corubel, right??” Kerall smiled and responded.

“Well, yeah, looks like the kid's pretty good.” Speaking of ideas, Mrs. Monza opened Kerall's eyes slightly and then closed them: “Where is she? She's young, and she's still very weak. ”

“Oh, dragon walking tiger, looks like a very spiritual kid.” Lady Monza smiled and began to drink soup. Keiral opened her eyes momentarily to bring her light. She couldn't help but look directly. It was horrible...

Is this... Holy Ten...

It's just momentum, she can't breathe, this man... so strong!

It was kind of absolutely before.

Momentum, strength, force before absolute crushing!

This man...

She can't do it!

Shut up and drink soup!

None of the people who can stay at the Toristine School of Magic, none of them are fools, none of them are weak, they all want to stay here with that purpose, they don't want to leave, they don't want to die.

Interesting.

Kerall said that about the teachers.

Although there are no bones, the teacher does not need any bones either.

Confucianism is a thing that breaks bones and must not lie dead “teacher”. The teachers on this side are more inclined to “teach” this aspect. As for the windbone and temperament... it is a matter of parents, it is not about teachers.

Keiral opened his eyes slightly and revealed a terrible smile. Very well, boys, let me teach you what it means to be a master.

One day as a teacher, forever as a father.

Ready to call my dad?

Kerall smiled and slowly tore a croissant to pieces and stood up: "Then I'll go to college before class starts. ”

I don't know why Kerall is suddenly so full of energy and so full of amazing pressure, but that doesn't matter. In the face of Kerall's oppression, Teacher Krubert nodded and watched Kerall leave.

Seeing that Kerall was leaving, Mikasa rushed to finish her food and followed.

Same as Mikasa, behind Keiral, who measured the school silently, and, again, Shesta.

“Mikasa, what do you think of this school?” Kerall asked easily and sparingly.

“Too relaxed.” Mikasa replied silently: “It's like on a vacation. ”

She added a sentence.

“Yes, too relaxed, and more.” Kerall seemed to be looking into Mikasa, but he was actually teaching Shesta the first lesson.

“Defense, if suddenly attacked, they don't have any defense at all, and so does the teacher, who is more relaxed because they are too powerful for reasons that make their vigilance almost zero.” Mikasa continued.

“That's right, there's more.” Kerall continues to smile and begin to look around the school as if a lion were touring his territory.

“Besides, they don't teach magic separately, how can this teaching method teach good students?” Mikasa thought about deciding to apply their Camelot education system.

“Good, Mikasa. You just have to remember four words forever.” Kerall laughed and stepped across the street with his foot: “It's also time to start taking my first lesson. ”