My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 502: Home Visits of the Francis Family

“Your Highness, did you intentionally do this in class?” On the way to the cafeteria, Mikasa and Shesta followed Keiral, facing Keiral, Mikasa did not ask politely. She was Keiral's intelligence chief, and some things had to be communicated with Keiral before she could understand Keiral's intentions and cooperate with Keiral's thoughts.

So Mikasa didn't have any hesitation, hesitation, and the customer asked directly.

“Of course.” Kerall nodded softly, "These children are the foundation on which I saved the kingdom of Toristine, with enormous connections and rights behind them, and how could I let the power behind them be used by me if I did not persuade them.” Kerall's words are grand and brazen, more of a fearless one.

It doesn't matter about power, it doesn't matter about nobility, it doesn't matter about magic, Kerall's heart is wide enough to fit all this in!

Shesta's eyes glistened with the glow of worship, looking as if Kerall was glowing, and she was about to be melted by Kerall's light.

“So, Your Highness, what do you think?” Mikasa is still asking.

She's Keiral's sweetheart, Keiral's bed partner, Keiral's little partner at work, or Keiral's only person on the Magic Continent who can be trusted to speak so directly is her privilege.

“Well, let's take a look first. This school has a lot of interesting things to do.” Kerall laughed.

After lunch, the afternoon was his free time.

Students, of course, have to go through an afternoon of fatigue bombing to be eligible for school leaving, and none of them are eligible to relax until 4: 30.

But Kerall suddenly got free.

“Well, free?” Kerall thought about it and eventually came to the principal's office, knocking gently on the door.

“Come in.” There was a cough and an old voice from the headmaster.

“Hello, Principal.” Kerall pushed the door in and greeted him with a smile.

“Oh, oh, Miss Kerall, you've finished your first lesson, how do you feel?” Looking at a man pushing in the door, Kerall, the principal pushed his glasses and smiled.

Mikasa continued to go to class, while Shesta was bitterly meditating in Kerall's dormitory. Despite her unpleasant speed, she was able to feel the magical elements more and more with her efforts. She was in her twenties, had never practiced meditation and mental strength, and naturally had no mental strength to hone.

At this level, she can still sense magical elements, and it can only be said that her magical affinity is really good, otherwise Kerall can't think of any reason.

So Kerall came to the headmaster's office alone, and in response to the headmaster's greeting, Kerall smiled: “It's good, it's all spiritual, and the kids who are studying hard are good seedlings. ”

Here we go again! The green woman's lipstick looks disdainful...

This woman, she's not from this school!

Interesting... Kerall had a smile all over his mouth.

“Really? That would be great. To be honest, you had too many nobles in that time. It was really hard to bring, but I'm relieved to hear Mr. Krubert say you brought them well.” The headmaster was not lying, and he was relieved, indeed, that after hearing Corubel's report to him in the face of Kerall's teaching this morning, he had greatly abandoned his heart.

Kerall has enough personality to subdue these students.

The only thing he's afraid of right now is that senior students teach this group of students that Kerall has already subjugated.

So this afternoon he issued a direct order to move the first grade students to another dormitory, the second floor of their teacher's dormitory in Kerall!

“That's good, that's good,” the principal said, “So, teacher, do you have any activities this afternoon? ”

“Campaign, no.” Kerall thought about it, shook his head and smiled.

“Oh, so can you help me get this book back to the library?” The principal smiled and sent a book to Kerall, smiling.

“Of course.” Kerall laughed. Must he be asked to see something like this?

“Oh, by the way, Mr. Principal, I've been meaning to ask you a question, although it's not very appropriate, but I'd also like to ask you: Who is it that beats you like this?” Kerall looked at the principal, asked him with a smile, and then closed the door and walked out.

“Ha-ha-ha...” The principal looked at the door and suddenly laughed.

“I do... I do!!” He shook his head and laughed, but the ecstasy on his face was unmasked.

“Old man, what's going on?” With a slight frown, the green-haired woman had a bad feeling and pushed her glasses, which she used to ask as an indifferent tone.

“It can be seen in my eyes that I am an old cripple...” His tears came out: “Only Holy Ten!! ”

“Jesus Christ, Toristine, we're saved.” He grinned and raised his head to paralyze himself in his seat.

“Holy Ten?! The old man? Impossible! You must be mistaken, old man!” She looked so ugly, she had no idea how bad her face was, she had just entered Toristine College, she could become an assistant headmaster, and the recommendation letter from the nobleman, who she had fallen in love with, was truly meritorious, but even she knew that the headmaster of Toristine College was a Holy Ten.

She knew that the headmaster was an old man who didn't mind his own business, even though he was a Saint Ten, but he hadn't been out in a long time.

That's why she was able to do it safely and slowly in this place, which is very relaxing and not unacceptable.

But now...

The young man was not only young but powerful and intelligent.

In the information the old man has just revealed, he seems to be already a cripple, and is quite intent on this development...

Does she think she should leave?

While Ms. Longwell was about to leave the college, Kerall was going through the book the principal had given him.

The book is simple, it's just the general history of the Magic Continent, and Kerall takes it very seriously, and perfectly contrasts it with the history recorded by the Kingdom of Libel.

History, that's the contrast!

There's only one country in the world where a race would record history very seriously and have different people who spend a lot of time organizing history and explaining history according to their own intentions, and the name of this country is Huaxia, and the name of this race is Han.

Keiral, who has inherited this attitude towards history, obviously will not let go of any detail in his search for the body of history, and he is taking a picture of the fault of a civilization with his own strength. In that nation, there was always a special group, formerly called the Historians, and later called the Historical Faculty!

This is a huge amount of work, but it would save Kerall a lot of time if there were different historical books to compare.

And then when Keiral saw half of it in the library, he finally found the note that was stuck in the middle of the book.

Will you save Toristine?

Kerall laughed.

He frowned slightly angrily, knocking gently on his temple, and breathed out.

Whether this [Toristine] is referring to the Kingdom of Toristine, or the Toristine School of Magic, the headmaster is a man of understanding.

The dilemma at Toristine School right now is -- he's completely depleted, and Kerall's students are even worse off than the last one, with 80 students in the last one, and only 50 now.

Imagine, how could a nobleman send all his children to magic school? Money is a small thing, but someone has to inherit the family business.

Do you know how to account for magic, how to rule a family?

No, I can't!

Kerall is keenly aware that these children are either the second son of the family or the third son of the family!

In other words, is the biggest one learning how to inherit the family business?!

The corner of Kerall's mouth revealed a slight smile.

Nobility, this is really... really...

Kerall suddenly feels like he's really not qualified to throw up the Toristine Magic Kingdom.

In fact, the Camelot system, or the Cavalier continent system, does not differ much from here, the real difference is —— the Cavalier continent is even more backward!

The aristocracy of the Knights has not had time to evolve into a [national home first] world such as Toristine, so although the aristocracy system is institutionally backward, the aristocracy system is actually good if the aristocracy system maintains sufficient metabolism from the point of view of evolution.

The more complex the system is, the more bad it is.

Democracy, for example, can suddenly turn into populist politics and party strife. I don't understand that these two words can go to Baidu for a moment.

Socialist systems could then become dictatorships or corruption, lessons learned in human history.

There is no difference between a monarchical constitution and a democratic system - at best it leaves a face for the royal family.

As a result, by 2020, before Keiral was reborn, everyone began to think that none of these things were good, that they were worse than rotten, and that the system with the fewest drawbacks was good.

And Kerall's idea is that imperialism is the best system!

First of all, the most troublesome “distance from the people” of the imperial system has been completely lost by the network!

Secondly, the imperial system is the most efficient, and the presence of the Internet, the people, the news media and the emperor himself has suddenly led to the highest rate of supervision.

An emperor, several prime ministers responsible for military, agricultural, political, legal, disciplinary duties, helping the prime minister share some of his tired deputies, more subdivided below.

You know, if a person's energy is limited, how can a stronger person be in control of everything in the world?

Proper decentralization is necessary, and it's impossible for a guy who's the helmsman to take care of it - the boat is leaking, the sail is not going down, the glass is broken, he doesn't have to take care of it!

There's only one thing he needs to worry about… the servo, can it still work!

That's efficiency!

It is the efficiency of each job that Kerall admires most.

There are only four democracies on the planet that are able to do the word [do their job].

Germany, UK, China, Japan.

The Soviet Union could have done it before, but he died.

But the imperial system here, the aristocratic system here, is something brought about by a completely different culture.

It's as if China has never had nobility. Everyone calls nobility a "valve”, and the reason it's a valve is not to see how rich his family is, but to see how many people he has learned in his family!

Kerall admires that.

That's a hundred choruses! In a society like this today, it is almost impossible to form a monopoly on knowledge of the valves, creating a hundred contested academic atmospheres, and Keiral is happy to see them!

And nobility here is different.

If it is a magical nobleman, Keiral, forget it. The magician is a man of strength. The man who respects the powerful man is ancient. The Qing government does not believe, so he was educated by the Alliance of Eight Kingdoms, and the Alliance of Fourteen Kingdoms did not believe, so he was taught a lesson by the volunteers on the Korean battlefield. Isn't that natural?

But these nobles, they are nobles of power, nobles of descent.

Those who rely on power and the shade of their ancestors to acquire their rights see obstacles to metabolism in this circle of nobility.

In other words, they clogged the body's detoxifying capacity like an anal tumor, and it was strange that the Kingdom of Toristine could persist for so many years, and what was the reason that the Kingdom of Toristine had not fallen?

It's the Toristine School of Magic.

A majesty of Holy Ten!

Now, the Holy Ten is sharp, stuck in the college and afraid to do anything strange to the kingdom of Toristine, but once you know that he has become a cripple, the kingdom of Toristine will be torn apart by greed inside and a few countries outside!

Keiral wasn't sure which [Toristine] the old man was talking about, but it didn't matter how fond he was of the old man, the school - there were people who understood!

Destroying the note, putting the book in the library, Keiral returned to his room with an anticipation, seeing Shesta in the shower, Keiral did not disturb her, although it was still sunset, but Keiral decided to sleep well to please herself.

Next, Kerall was prepared to face his students, to face the headmaster, to face the nobles.

As for the royal family, to be honest, the royal family that can make the country such a loser, Kerall really didn't pay much attention.

Keralry doesn't want to ignore people who stand so tall that they don't even get in at all!

Kerall's intentions remain the same as those of the Kingdom of Libel.

By nurturing a princess, the kingdom of Toristine is slowly in hand, and unlike the Kingdom of Libel, Kerall does not need a wise man who can assist her.

Because only through that side of the mountain, in alliance with the Kingdom of Libel, will the two nations of the Destiny Community come together to survive, without him saying much more.

And Cassius will do everything he can for both countries!

Keiral's next plan can even tell Colosseum through Princess Toristine's mouth if they will follow through... Keiral smiles, closes his eyes and pulls a quilt, which is called masturbation.

Kerall was surrounded by a soft, curly object as he faced the next morning's sun.

Hersta, of course.

Not knowing when she meditated last night, she was still a tired shesta that made Keiral smile, he was moved, and then he woke her up... the basic course was what she lacked, becoming a student she would be lazy if she didn't learn to adjust her learning time herself.

What's the point of not adjusting yourself when everyone has one?!

Shesta's sleepy eyes began to get dressed, while Kerall had gone to wash.

This good habit of brushing your teeth and washing your face must be cultivated. This is not just a good habit, but a spiritual appearance, an action suggestion - today's beautiful day begins!!

It is through this allusion that Keiral fills his spirit for a day.

“How are you? Are you awake?” Kerall looked at Shesta walking in and asked with a smile.

“Hmm...” Shesta answered sleeplessly and began to wash up.

Kerall smiled, gave up his position, and pushed the door out.

It is still early, so Kerall is not in a hurry and walks slowly toward the restaurant.

He was greeted by a growing group of students who were harder than those lazy seniors, more than fifty people in a class, and Kerall saw at least thirty.

It's a good phenomenon.

Despite the fact that it was only the second day, the Kerall Light Vehicle had already sat across from Mr. Krubert and served himself a bowl of soup.

Teacher Krubert showed a big smile when he saw Keralton. Yesterday afternoon's lesson was the easiest one he had taken in so long. He was moved by the children's heartfelt devotion to magic, and more importantly, they did not set up noble shelves, one lesson to make him feel very comfortable.

As if something had occurred to him, his face changed and he touched a letter from his pocket: "This, yours. ”

“Oh, what is this?” Kerall sipped the soup not slowly, and borrowed it, looking at the beautiful envelope on it was a little strange, for him? Khloe, it's unlikely they'll find him so soon. It's been months since they found out, according to his guess.

“It's an invitation from the Francis family.” Sighed softly, Teacher Crubel shook her head: “Looks like your remarks from yesterday morning have been sent to the Francis' house. They're not good. ”

“Interesting... the Francis family, the Zero Louise home? Interesting. Looks like it's time for a family visit.” Keiral holds his chin, his silver hair goes through his eyes, his eyes slightly open indicates that Keiral is a little serious!