My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 520 Diplomatic Interaction

PS: Chapter 520 is over, whoops ~ keep going.

PS1: Ah, the more I owe, what should I do ~

PS2: Egg pain...

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“Ah, Your Highness.” Though sitting in the escort's seat, Keiral was not facing Osborne, the smell of gunpowder in the air was clearly visible even to politically retarded men like Arieta.

“Oh, you're so young, Kerall, Dean.” Osborne, a man with a sharp face and a skeleton and a sexy mustache, had some gray hair on his head, but that could not conceal his spiritual strength.

Faced with this old man, who has been around for more than fifty years, even Kerall had to get up in spirit and deal with this powerful old man.

Powerful.

Strong inside is really strong.

The old man, the young man, understood it like no other.

Two people looked at each other, measured, and nothing seemed to stop them. Kerall and Prince Olivette sat opposite each other, while in fact Chancellor Osborne sat face to face with Arieta, but Princess Arieta and Prince Olivette seemed to be the ones who sat with them. Faced with the strong aura of two people, both looked at each other, they all laughed a little, and they couldn't get in!

“You... are good.” Osborne's first sentence made everyone a little overwhelmed, but Kerall nodded politely and smiled.

“I've read your file.” Osborne lowered his head and gently sliced the beef spine in his plate. The meat produced by this highest level is delicious and juicy, and with the excellent craftsmanship of a chef, the average person will probably never eat this piece of meat, right? And all four of them are filled with this beef and spine, in other words, four cows have already given their lives for this dinner.

“Very well…” Osborne sounded exactly like he was saying to his own nephew.

Soft-hearted? … it has to be said that Osborne is a great move… Kerall gently lowered his head to cut his own beef spine, a steak with a special barbecue sauce that gives off a tempting flavour.

Even because of Osborne's credit, he couldn't help but create a flattering illusion, let alone others? Kerall is a man of a hundred wars, whose merit alone is enough to make up more than two million words of novel, but even when confronted with an elderly man in Osborne, he couldn't help but generate reverence.

This respect has nothing to do with position, purely because of each other's merits and dedication for life.

Just like the Prime Minister of the Founding Power.

Osborne, as an elderly man of great merit, can indeed be revered, especially on such occasions.

“So are you coming to pick up my class?” Osborne sliced a steak into his mouth, looked up at Kerall, chewed the steak gently, his eyes very soft, he, very fond of Kerall.

It's not a joke. It's true. I like Kerall.

Keiral's information in the Kingdom of Libel is in his possession, and when confronted with Keiral, he first had a sense of control over the lead.

Honestly, he admires Kerall.

He felt that Keiral, though young and young, was excellent in both his means and his heart, especially intellectually, compared to an old fox like him.

Look at Cassius. Cassius was coerced into immobility by Kerall.

Kerall's ability to cope with the threat of several people, such as Cassius, was also readily apparent.

The assassination of the queen before Kerall can naturally be regarded as a reckless advance for young people, but these are not problems at all, are they reckless?

If Keiral came to pick up his class, then he was only 50 years old, and Keiral was barely 30 years old. He topped 10 years, grinding out Keiral's personality. After he retired at the age of 60, he sat in the town intelligence agency, and Keiral, 40, took the reins of power. I think Keiral is definitely the best heir to his political clothes.

This is like the kind of inheritance between Zhuguang Liang and Kang Wei. This is definitely more intimate than the relationship between father and son.

There may also be arguments and disagreements between fathers and sons, but those with the same political opinions are bound to bond interests and power, which will allow two people to walk together and become heirs to an inheritance that can never be betrayed.

Keiral's heart screamed so hard, so instantly, he did move.

Because if he were to replace Osborne as the prime minister above the tens of thousands of people in the Erebonian Empire, he would surely first have the vital power of this magical continent, which is enough to directly disrupt the magical continent, with only a few small inspirations and opinions.

Unfortunately, he didn't come here just to disrupt the continent.

He also needs to conquer the continent, he needs the resources of the continent, he needs the technology of the continent, he needs the stability of the continent.

Confusion is good for him, but it must be confused in a particular area, and the size of the confusion must be controlled, otherwise it will turn into a congee catastrophe. This disorder of disorder is absolutely catastrophic for the conquerors, as is the case in the so-called war mud pond.

But Kerall did admire Osborne, and he almost broke the covenant and alliance that he and the Kingdom of Toristine had established within two months, in one word or another.

Exactly. How resistant would you be to that if you were a normal person?

The Kingdom of Toristine is nothing more than the effect of Mount Nippon West, and the Erebonian Empire is an ever-growing power, with a bigger and stronger Congress and a weaker and smaller nation. Sooner or later, this small country will collapse in the face of the great power, and in the face of a crumbling, weaker and weaker nation, will it be easy to bring this country up with great effort, or will it simply inherit a vast empire, under the guidance of His Excellency the First Chancellor?

This is not an option for ordinary people at all.

Keiral is Holy Ten, but Holy Ten is also human! People have desires, and what makes Kerall like Arieta in other people's eyes? Her beauty is undoubtedly one of them, but the royal family behind her, the kingdom of Toristine, undoubtedly has a lot of extra points.

It's like Arieta likes Kerall. Why? Keiral's handsome and handsome appearance, his temperament is one of them. As Holy Ten, can he rely on strength or not as one of the combined factors of Arieta's choice of Keiral?

Love in this world is complicated.

Very, very complicated.

The so-called Dimmie Salt Sauce Vinegar Tea is just one part of love, and there are some other places for ordinary people who have experienced it, but how can you say it with your mouth?

So appearance is just a first impression, and a comprehensive impression needs to look at this person's talents and other things.

Of course, women are always more sensual, and it is possible to spend the rest of their lives tied to a person without regard.

But this will never happen to royalty and nobility.

Once bets are made, noble and royal adolescent girls have a lifetime of no regrets, and more importantly, bets are made not only on their affairs, but also on their families, their families.

So when they wanted to bet on themselves, they turned into gambling tables.

And Arieta bets on her own will, and her grandmother agrees, acquiescing to this shop, but if Kerall opens the can now, she will have no blood left.

There was no blood on her face, Arieta, biting her lips, did not dare to look at Keiral's face, did not dare to listen to Keiral's next words, did not dare to face the next fact, she held a silver dining knife and spoon with pale hands and force, without a little blood, she now suddenly understood the cruelty and sadness of the world.

In the face of a political giant like Osborne, her naivety was so weak.

In the face of a military power such as Ereponia, the Kingdom of Toristine is such a small country that it has no voice.

The first time I touched the darkness of the world, Arieta felt like she couldn't breathe, she couldn't breathe.

She couldn't help but look up at Keiral, her hopeful eyes, desperate eyes, sad eyes, felt by Keiral.

Gently swallowed the steak in his mouth, Keiral turned his head and looked at Arieta's eyes, smiling gently.

Just this laugh, she almost cried out, her eyes red, lowered her head, afraid to shed tears at the national banquet to embarrass herself, Arieta quickly cut up the steak.

“With all due respect, I refuse.” Kerall gently wiped his hands on the napkin, and then sat in a sitting position facing Osborne, smiling.

“Well, let's just say I didn't mention it.” Until now, the hidden Chancellor of Osborne has spoken very little to Kerall and has shown no effective intelligence at all. Instead, Kerall has been forced to a passive position by Osborne and "aggressive" Kerall looks powerless in the face of Osborne.

But we both know that it was just a small episode.

Osborne may be sincere, it may just be a shake in Kerall's heart. In any case, this topic is over. No one will get tangled up on this topic. Everyone's political wisdom is not so low.

“I hear the Erebonian Empire wants to attack the Autonomous Region of Les Antes. Don't you know it's true?” Kerall forked a cow and discharged it into his mouth, smiling and asking.

Osborne and Olivette's hands, although soon restored to nature, were obviously real.

“Don't know where your information came from?” Olivette smiled and looked up and asked: “This hollow wind thing...”

“I analyzed that.” The Kingdom of Toristine has absolutely no money to invest in intelligence.

The so-called intelligence services are absolutely investments in millions to tens of millions of dollars. How can ordinary countries afford that?

The Kingdom of Libel can sustain itself, because the economy of the Kingdom of Libel is very good, and the Kingdom of Libel can invest a great deal of money in the army, intelligence and infrastructure.

These are inputs that have no return, but they are a necessity for a nation, a necessity for sustaining the backbone of a nation, the economy, the nation, without which a nation is not called a nation, it is called a tribe.

And while these things don't pay off, they are a must for a country. What kind of country doesn't want to invest in them?

Toristine wants to invest, too, but without money, where can we afford the military?

The spearhead of an iron spear requires about 300 grams of iron, refined 300 grams of iron requires 2 silver coins, and ordinary 300 grams of iron requires 1 silver coin, which varies greatly in hardness.

These 3,000 people need a minimum of 3,000 silver coins and 300 gold coins for spears alone.

Add 30 gold coins to a bronze vest, 50 gold coins to a steel vest, and the minimum equipment for 3,000 people will require 10,000 gold coins.

This is still a common category, plus those that are stronger and need more troops, such as the Knights of Heavy Armor of Camelot, which requires astronomical numbers, combined with daily training wear and tear, to drag down a great nobility.

That is also why, despite the many rights of the great nobles, the militias are still unable to go up and there is not enough force to overthrow a country - the consumption required of the army is absolutely enormous.

In Camelo, also a small country, Camelo lowers the cost of weapons and equipment through self-sufficiency, while Kerall slowly improves the economy of his country and sells its national specialties through a range of means.

It is also thanks to Kerall's efforts that Camelot will eventually be able to take his place in the Cavalier Continent of Bucks and Dogs, and Kerall is truly creditable.

Otherwise, most of the more than 100,000 knights left behind by King Joseph were more autonomous, freer, paid for their own equipment, and raised their own horses of love. Although they were called together when the country needed them, loyalty to the country and the king, it was too scattered.

Now the knights of Camelot have become a product of the same flow line, not much different from the average infantry, bowman, nothing more than more expensive, just higher status.

But there is no place higher in the sequence of operations, after all, the cavalry can only roam over a vast expanse of land, speaking of flexibilities and even less common infantry.

As a wise man, Keiral naturally loves the versatile genre of aerodynamic jets, terrestrial tanks, hydro submarines, and knights who are never the main force on the battlefield as long as they fail to form a build-up and flat terrain.

How many more worlds like Wei Qinghuo go to sick Chen Qingzhi's thousands of rides into enemy formation?

Even Li Guang has been captured, not to mention the other cavalry?

It is precisely because the cavalry is too narrow-minded that Keiral, while attaching great importance to the cavalry, helps ordinary soldiers to emerge.

After all, what the world needs is a naval navy capable of battling, capable of guarding the rocks of the gate elite, capable of fighting heavy armored soldiers with enemy cavalry, capable of driving two stone bows at a time ten pots of front archers, an empire can fight the world with cavalry, but can it defend the world with cavalry?

The water capacity of a barrel is never the strongest one, but the weakest one.

That's why we're talking about the comprehensive development of German intelligence and beauty.

Kerall didn't say how he analyzed it, which gave Osborne and Olivette a sense of mystery and made them act a little hesitant.

Of course, the two of them will not show superficial appearance, but Kerall's message does put a good strain on Osborne. If Kerall's intelligence is leaked, Osborne's plan must be set in motion in a hurry, and the losses paid and the gains obtained will be discounted. Kerall is a silent threat, which is tricky.

Qi... Osborne gently bit the steak in his mouth and suddenly the juice cracked open in his mouth. This man is very old and spicy.

It's not just a gift, it's a chip, it's a chip on the next negotiating table, and he's going to be careful when he asks for the next price, and he's going to measure it from time to time as one of the "biggest losses if Kerall gets the message out."

Smart people know best about smart people's thinking loops.

And the worst thing about smart people is that they have to plan everything, they have it in their hands, and then they think about everything the worst.

So smart people usually don't have many friends, but there are many backyards. One is that if you mix interests in the world, the nature of the relationship between friends will change, and the other is that smart people who are bright enough to face women are always able to control their psyches, can easily touch their soft spots, scratch their itches, touch their G-points, so smart people have backyards. It's really simple.

I thought smarter women don't have brains when they're in love!

Kerall smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, picked up the wine gently and shook it, fully dissipating the aroma of the wine and then drank it again.

Unlike regular wines, red wines made with fruit sweetness also carry freshness, and once the plug is unplugged, the time for red wines to start walking again and the taste of red wines gets worse.

So unlike wine such as whiskey, which can be stored in a bar for a long time, but red wine must be consumed as soon as possible, and red wine is not tea. Normally, women's red wine is just stubborn and stubborn. When men drink red wine, it is absolutely gay.

Kerall looked at Osborne with no expression on his face and smiled delightfully at the corner of his mouth. He continued to pick up the knife and fork and quietly split the food from the plate. The two spoke silently, but instead of meeting each other, the action of cutting the food from the plate was as if they wanted a piece to mutilate each other.

Is this the kind of atmosphere where diplomatic confrontation happens?

Olivette squinted his eyes and suddenly he realized he had a lot to learn!