My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 543: Why Don't You Understand

“So what if I wanted to buy this child from His Majesty the King?” Kerall startled the two of them as soon as he opened his mouth.

“Are you serious?” The other side looked at Keiral a little incredible, and the young man, who had fallen on his knees in front of Keiral with his blonde earrings, looked up at Keiral with an incredible look on his dirty face.

“Of course." Kerall nodded softly, but the expectation was unquestionable and represented his firm attitude.

“It's impossible.” The merchant smiled bitterly on his face: "You do not know that these slaves are the personal property of His Majesty the Oasis of Udan, and you would never have taken them without His Majesty's own nod. ”

“You do not know that these slaves were raised by the King of Udan from a young age. If the King of Udan does not nod, they will not dare to leave at all. Even those fighting slaves will not dare to hide when faced with the King of Udan's stabbing. Even if you are strong, if the King of Udan does not nod, you will not be able to take any of them.” The businessman persuaded Kerall not to stir up the mess, but he didn't expect Kerall to lift his eyebrows gently.

Keiral frowned, naturally there was a power, let the businessman clasp his mouth, but Mikasa gently stepped forward, with the divine colour of inquiry on his face.

She is also a fierce five-step blood-sprayer character who has seen more blood than ordinary people have seen tomato sauce, and naturally does not change color for the king of Udan in any district.

She has seen more kings than ordinary people have heard. This Udan king has a population of no more than a hundred thousand, and the army is no more than a few thousand. If Mikasa cares too much about each other, she will underestimate herself.

“Well, go and meet this [King Udan] for a moment.” Kerall smiled easily and said to Mikasa.

“You come with me.” Kerall pointed to Morgana and the young man with the blonde earrings, he said.

“Eh?! Me too?!” The blonde looked at Keiral's fingers in surprise and asked.

“That's right, look at it.” Kerall pulled up an arc at the corner of his mouth, not saying much, just gently hooked Morgana's fingers and walked to the highest palace in the city.

“What a luxury…” Kerall sighed softly.

The size of the palace is not high, but in fact, it is not remarkable for the palace that Keiral has seen, but Keiral's luxury sighs at its value for money.

It would be a waste if a small country of less than 200,000 people were to build such a luxurious palace.

For Keiral, it's the smaller countries that need to be diligent, because the smaller countries don't have a lot of money to waste. Don't you think Japan and the United States are going to compete in science and technology?

So paving to waste a small country is ineligible.

It's like you're a civilian family and you have to be richer than the next generation, and your brain's broken, isn't it?

The other party's behavior is almost a case of brain damage. In Kerall's view, the other party's luxurious palace might as well build a city wall, hit a few more lakes and groundwater, or even hire people to dig through artificial channels. Not much, just one, and this oasis can slowly become a real country.

These are all contemporary, lucrative events, but because they were born in the desert, massive enemies could not invade the terrain, because the supply was too difficult, more than 3,000 troops could not come here, and less than 3,000 people could be counted as nothing for an oasis with all the troops.

So this place can also be counted as Guru Jin Tang.

Unfortunately, the other party has the heart of a king but not the talent of a king, poor thing.

Because it was in their own country, even the guards at the front door had only two people. The two people with spears looked at Keral Yongrong's temperament and impersonal expression and some couldn't get to each other, but it was also a spear that drank aloud: “Stop! ”

“I am Keral Etok, a vagrant magician, requesting to see King Udan.” Kerall caressed his chest and bowed gently.

The wizard's position is extremely high, but not what the two guards can provoke. Likewise, Keiral's courtesy of breast lifting is certainly not toward the two guards, but toward King Udan.

Respect each other so that they can respect you. The first two people's interaction is based on the premise of equal respect.

But once someone breaks this, it means that the point of communication has been broken, and he already treats you as a lowlife, how is it possible to continue communicating?

This lack of common sense is why many people have communication problems with ordinary people.

But obviously, at the Kerall level, the rituals, though they do, don't show up on the surface of psychological disrespect, which is called a castle.

The capital is the most basic thing of a superior, no superior of the capital is called an outbreak, and people in the capital are called successful people.

That's all.

“Allow us to brief you.” The guards similarly bowed with courtesy, and since they were not offensive or very respectful of the rules, they were not qualified as guards to take shelves with a magician.

When a magician wants to bomb them for seconds, but they can be led to believe that the king of Udan who depends on them is not really dependent on them, because the king of Udan will not necessarily offend a powerful magician for two guards. What Udan cares about is his face. If the king of Udan does not show his face, then his two soldiers will die and die. Will they survive?

So if you can't live with the strong, you can't live with your own life. Some people with a broken brain really think that one of their servants can take over the guests? This kind of thing is not strictly disciplined in the big family, but it used to be killed alive!

Soon one of the guards walked out of the palace and opened the door on both sides with respect: "King Udan invites you in. ”

Keralti lifted his robe before dragging it onto the threshold and walking into this gorgeous palace.

Also coming in with Kerall were Mikasa as a guard, Morgana, who had begun to tremble all over her face, and a young man with trembling blonde earrings with his legs.

The wealthy businessman said he was just a man who met with Pingshui. How dare he break into the palace with Kerall?

Know that the merchants are the smartest, the loss of profits is calculated in advance. If the loss is too great, the return on earnings is not great, let alone how many ordinary people in the merchant are willing to walk with Kerall?

He didn't come for what he deserved.

But Morgana and the blonde earrings can still stand in this scenario, which is interesting.

Like the country of Udan, the palace of Udan is straightforward and concise, gorgeous but burgeoning. Rich people in the desert never seem to know how to use their money rationally. Their lives are always so monotonous that they are particularly fond of luxurious lives and vibrant colors, or even obsessed.

And of course, the other thing is women.

From the outset to the point where the status of women is even lower than that of slaves, to the point where modern desert countries still have no intention of liberating them, this intransigence is clearly a matter of the control of men and those in power.

The king of Udan adorned the palace with the scent of the desert, the luxurious and direct palace, the bright and magnificent silk, which not only could not make the palace noble, but also the bright and vulgar atmosphere, as if the peony symbolized wealth, and then everyone went after him, in fact, some of the people with windbones and connotations either favored Melanchongqing or loved Huang Lampong Bi, one of the vernacular words exhausted the world.

And that's why they don't have the temperament of kings, they're just vulgars.

A vulgar man in control of rights.

Keiral smiled and stood down to make a ceremony: "Meet His Majesty King Udan, the downstream magician Keiral. ”

“Hahaha, isn't this it, isn't it Alibaba and Morgana! What brings you to my palace with this magician?” Though it's just a sentence, madness and revelation.

One of the people Kerall knew was very similar to him, King of Uruk, Gilgamesh.

Gilgamesh's superiority lies in his Babylonta and his ancient empire, the oldest country in the world, the oldest king in the world, and his history is the source of his pride.

That logic and the pride of the Chinese people in not bowing their heads to anyone with 5,000 years of history make sense.

This is the pride of history.

This sense of pride cannot be extinguished until Uma civilization is completely cut off and their culture is wiped out.

That's pride.

Unfortunately, each other's pride is nothing more than a sandy castle built on exaggeration, which can be crushed directly and completely by a wave.

“So, wandering magician, what do you want?” He lay soft as if he had no bones, behind him two brown-skinned desert beauties pressed his back, one left and one right two desert beauties loosened the bones on his hands, and two desert beauties loosened the soles of his feet for him, so to speak, a fairy-like life.

“This Morgana, do you sell, what is the geometry of the price?” When Keiral's words came out, the air at the scene was stagnant, not only was Morgana cold, but even the women slaves stopped massaging King Udan and turned their heads shocked to look at Keiral.

“Ha-ha-ha!! You guys are so funny. Funny! Good! So if you want Morgana, trade her!!” King Haha of Udan laughed, pointing to Mikasa and saying death, doing death.

In this world, if you don't die, you don't die. Why don't you understand?