My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 541 Desert Countries

Mikasa didn't stand behind Keiral to make a scene, but because she sat there, if she wanted to move, she had to make a stand up motion, which might be less than a second, but for a master like them, a second alone could determine a person's life or death.

So she held onto her hands and swept around with vigilance.

She's not alerting herself to the bandits, she's alerting herself to the merchants.

They were friendly but not credible, and she knew that Lorrance, Kerall's royal merchant, had been looted.

The rescue mission was also led by her brother.

She was therefore deeply hostile to the merchants, who could instantly become their enemies if they had sufficient interests.

And Kerall is the source of all the benefits.

How much is Kerall worth?

Anyone who knows Kerall will probably tell you that he's a priceless treasure.

But how much would Keiral sell if he became a slave?

Then it's clear that Kerall is definitely worth a lot of money.

First of all, Keiral is handsome, with a mature man charm and a young face. Not only is he handsome as a young man, but he also carries a mature man's steadiness. Keiral gets a lot of credit for this.

Then there's Kerall's white face and silver hair. Silver hair is not very common in the Magic Continent. Even more rare than black hair. He and Mikasa have silver hair, black hair, all handsome and beautiful. Do these slave traders dare to say that they have no heart?

Mikasa doesn't believe it. Keiral doesn't think about other people's minds in places like this. That's because the other person's level is not enough to make him think, but Mikasa is different. Mikasa thinks about everyone who dares to approach Keiral.

Mikasa knew that she had to walk with each other because a good guide in the desert was much more precious than a basin of water.

The other side was a businessman who used to follow them, Kerall and she could save a lot of time, not trustworthy but necessary along the way.

Keiral and Mikasa knew it, so even alert was just Mikasa standing behind Keiral again from Keiral's arms with no expression on her face.

Neither of them showed any alert expression on their faces.

This relieves the other person easily.

Once again, the divine color is close to two points. How many of these seven points of intimacy are true? Keral has counted, Mikasa has counted.

“Don't know where you're going?” The two were seated next to each other, but at least ten centimeters apart was a safe distance. Mikasa is confident that even a sneak attack on her will cut off her dog's paws for a moment.

“Kingdom of Fiore.” Kerall smiled and said.

“O Kingdom of Fiore, there is a famous magician's sanctuary.” The other nodded: “It's just easier to fly a ship from the Kingdom of Libel to the Kingdom of Fiore, why are you crossing this difficult desert? Even if you were a magician, crossing the desert would be extremely difficult, wouldn't it?” He asked with a smile, not without a hunch.

“Yes, but how can we practice this land and the river mountains if we don't measure it clearly?” Keiral smiled and stretched out his hands to burn the fire. The flame accumulated with the large wood was one meter high. Even four meters away, Keiral felt the heat. Even though it was cold when it was covered by the ice and snow, it was at least protected by light elements. The barbecuer smelled completely lazy inside.

The barbecuer wasn't satisfied yet, took off his socks, straightened his robe to the heel of his thigh, stretched out his two calves, his feet were baked comfortably, and Kerall moaned contentedly.

The fat man's throat rolled, but he swallowed a sip. This fine, tender man was actually more seductive than a woman. He seemed to feel a little disoriented. He smiled embarrassingly and accused Kerall, then got up and started directing those people to set up camp again.

“Your Highness, that guy deserves to be killed.” Each other's changes Kerall and Mikasa grasped it very sharply, and Mikasa whispered in an exhilarating bend.

“Mikasa, you're killing too much.” Keiral gently squeezed Mikasa's face in his ear, a tempting redness quickly climbed onto Mikasa's face. Mikasa was all right, her face was too tender, and she was extremely serious in bed. However, when Keiral wanted to change her style, she also gave him different stimulation from other women.

But just as humans are not living on the bottom of their bodies, so are other women's roles in no way just on the bed, and one cannot embody their values without putting them in the right place, as Kerall has always believed.

Bed is only because of hormones and needs, but their true value Kerall has been discovering, and their beauty can only be tasted by Kerall if they play their part.

Mikasa blushed and straightened her body, such as the falcon's eyes shooting all over her, but found that the head of the merchant team had disappeared, her heart sprinkled, her hands held onto her sword, her sword was given by Keiral, the tip of the dragon's teeth, representing her position, glory and guardianship, no one could harm Keiral in front of her, she was the only woman in the whole Camelot, no, the whole knight continent with two dragon tooth swords.

It's her honor and responsibility, violator, death.

The opponent's courage was slightly weak until Kerall slept with him, Mikasa leaned against the tent and slowly closed his eyes. A qualified warrior must first maintain his vigilance at all times, and secondly, this coarse nerve that can sleep anywhere at all times.

Warriors who cannot rest are those who cannot maintain their strongest fighting power.

Keiral sat, slowly meditating, and the light dots filled the entire dark tent like fireflies, and the star dots, like the night sky, were endless and intoxicating.

This is evidence of the materialization of the elements, that is, Keiral's entry into the Holy Ten.

Overnight silence, but Kerall and Mikasa did not give up their vigilance. The other side was clearly engaged in the slave trade. Ten large cars, two full of slaves, slaves, like other goods, were a kind of "cargo”, although these slaves were also in need of protection.

Including food and water, even though they eat the least, they still need to take care of the goods in order for a spiritual slave to sell a good price.

Rome is the largest slave-trader on the Knights' continent, so Mikasa, as the head of the intelligence organization, has heard a little about the slave trade.

She doesn't care, but she doesn't want to be a slave. The other side is a slave trader, who often has no bottom line.

Mikasa's nerves collapsed for three days, and finally, on the evening of the third day, they arrived in Oasis City.

This is an isolated territory.

If it weren't for the dealers, the economy would be compressed to a certain extent, but the dealers, with their trucks, slowly flourished the decorations here, Oasis City, Udan.

This is not the only city, it's just the first stop in the oasis.

The thriving melon trade and the purified water trade, the wine trade and the slave trade are all the reasons why we can thrive here.

“Interesting, because it was isolated from the outside, did you call the king dominant?” Keiral's language is not communicative, but it doesn't mean he can't observe the city.

In this city, the guards are the biggest, dominated by kings, with no pressure to pick up melons or bully stallers at will.

These are foreign traders, who, because they are sufficiently armed, do not dare to bully traders, even though the guards are large, because once the traders have assembled the force is astonishing.

And then again, the small traders, the small traders can count as the last, but again, the average people, the people here are basically working for the lords, even though they call them kings, but the king of a city is really not qualified to be king in front of Kerall.

In the Cavalier continent, the first kings are hundreds of thousands of people, tens of millions of people, a country with a million people can be called a kingdom, the Kingdom of Libel is at least the most economically crowned magical continent, but this urban area tens of thousands of people, even cities with less than 200,000 people, dare to be king.

If this madness was in two parts of the continent, it would have been wiped out long ago, wouldn't it?

But fortunately, because of the mountain emperor's distance and the isolation of other countries from both the border and the vast desert, it has become a powerful dictatorship.

However, with thousands of soldiers and horses in the district, Mikasa can easily ride a thousand horses, and Keral can't move a penny.

Just as Keiral gauged the exotic “kingdom” with interest, he suddenly came to be interested.

“Mikasa, look over there.” Slightly stabbed Mikasa, Keiral said.

“?” Mikasa turned her attention back from the people around her, looking in the direction Kerall looked at, a short man with a lot of energy slowly walked around the street, because it was too big to even see ahead, and she had to walk slowly along the street, and because it was too big, everyone couldn't help but walk around her.

Looking at her, Kerall came up with a little story.

“Almighty God cannot create a stone that he cannot move himself. ”

But this girl, almost against physical mechanics, carries on her shoulders something that weighs several or dozen times more.

For almost a moment, Kerall was very interested in her.