My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 536: Princess Tabassa

Instead of leaving directly with Mikasa, Keiral came to Toristine's School of Magic.

At this time, Nagy's lights were still on, and he was still at work.

Naji, who is the head of the teaching department, is almost second only to Kerall, the headmaster, and Kerall and he both teach, but he also manages the whole college's big and small things, from the reorganization of the canteen to the re-planning of the campus, to the reclassification of freshmen, which Naji does.

Though he was the same age as Kerall, Kerall handled it well, but he was tight and tired for almost two months, and now he's finally done it, but doing it well is one thing, and how much time he needs is another.

It's his custom to be busy every day until around dawn.

Keiral came to his school, of course, without walking through a window and telling Mikasa to get something, but Keiral came alone to Naji's door.

Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock.

Because of the change in the way classes are taught, this form became the mainstream teaching form of the Toristine School of Magic, and the class director would look for Naji, but people usually look directly for Kerall to ask for VIPs. Naji is not so much a teaching director as a leading butler of the Toristine School of Magic.

Most of them asked him to dispatch, but he had no right to direct anyone.

It is also a rare system in the western world, and of course, the existence of such a system makes sense. You cannot flout each other's cultural systems because they are completely different from each other's cultural and historical backgrounds. Existence makes sense. If you look at them from a third-party perspective, you can gain more.

That's why even if Naji works that late, there won't necessarily be knocks.

So he concludes that the knock must have been Kerall.

“What, my headmaster, are you visiting so late from the Ereponian Empire?” Keiral's visit to the Ereponian Empire with Princess Arieta was actually an exciting thing to do in the Academy, as the Academy's work was on track.

Most of the people in the college are now civilians selected by Kerall, and this national election can almost be described as an opportunity to change fate comparable to the Huaxia college entrance exam.

And for Kerall, the man who gave them the opportunity to change their fate, the students were naturally worshipped.

Naji, to be honest, as a civilian magician, also slowly changed his senses about Kerall, who he said was impossible not to admire.

This man his age is not only one level above him in magic creation, but also his grandfather level in human affairs. He can't learn how to do things like Keiral, who dances with long sleeves and is skilful.

This is the power of empiricism.

Of course, empiricism can lead to obstacles to innovation and cognitive errors in new things, so experience can bring speed, but it is also advantageous and disadvantageous, and blind obsession with anything is bad, be it new high-tech or old experience.

He smiled and let Keiral walk in, and since Naji had admired Keiral, he naturally would not have had a hostile attitude towards Keiral, otherwise he would not have listened to Keiral's orders to sit at the entire Toristine School of Magic for two months.

“Naji, I'm leaving.” Keiral sat on the couch beside Naji's bed, saying very formally and seriously.

Other than the gentle, gentle, smiling and frowning expressions on his face, his face is not common, but when he shows anger, seriousness, etc. on his face, it is almost Kerall who has raised his heart to the seriousness of something.

Nagy and Kerall spent two months together to build a new Toristine School of Magic, which we still know.

“Go, go where?” Naji's head didn't turn around and asked stunnedly.

“Leave the kingdom of Toristine.” Kerall nodded softly.

“What! Are you kidding?!” Nargi hurried up and grabbed Kerall's collar. "What about the kingdom of Toristine? What about Toristine College? Are you running now, you son of a bitch? ”

“Calm down, Nargi.” Kerall's eyes coldly pushed Naji away, calmly speaking.

“If a kingdom needs to be sustained by one person, then it should be destroyed.” Kerall said faintly.

That's how he sees the kingdoms of Libel and Toristine.

Although his position was that of a person from both countries, it was also difficult to conceal his “indignation” over the two countries.

This indisputability is due to the geographical location of the country, but it cannot in any way obscure Kerall's disdain for the two countries.

Not self-sufficient, never strong.

So to Naji's question, Kerall can even say cold.

But to appease Naji, Kerall said softly, "Don't worry, I've made enough arrangements for you to take care of the Toristine School of Magic. ”

“Leave it to me? I'm not Holy Ten! Are you kidding me?” Surprised Naji feels like he's going crazy. Is Kerall out of his mind?

“Rest assured that the future of the Kingdom of Toristine will no longer be personal and that the Holy Ten will become Dean of the Academy has become the past, and now it is time to move towards the future.” Kerall shook his head gently and said.

“What do you mean?” Naji knows nothing about ordinary politics and has no idea what Kerall means.

“The Kingdom of Toristine has entered into an alliance with the Kingdom of Libel. ”

“This alliance will remain secret for a long time to come, but it does exist, so it doesn't matter whether or not the Dean of the Toristine School of Magic is Holy Ten, because Toristine stands next to a more powerful friend. ”

Kerall said softly.

Naji doesn't need to know too much about these things, but the difficulty of these things is absolutely tough.

“So do it, Nargi, and it would be good if you could help Arieta politically, and if you can't and won't, go ahead.” Kerall patted Naji's shoulder gently and disappeared outside the door before Naji spoke.

“Grass... I don't want to do it either.” Nargi's mouth is bitter like eating the yellow lotus, Keral, isn't he in the pit father!!

Instead of leaving, Kerall knocked on the girls' dormitory door.

“Tabassa, it's time to go back.” Keiral's voice echoed in a four-man dorm, confusing.