My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 522: West, West

Chapter 546: West, West

Outside the city, in an underground spring gushing out of the lake, was the most sacred source of water for the desert people.

But here, Kerall and Mikasa washed themselves without any pressure, doing something that tarnished the sacred waters of the desert, but nobody dared to stop them.

Because Mikasa just defeated the city's highest force!

They've been everywhere, not to mention the others.

When Kerall came to the lake with their horses, no one dared to water the lake, and everyone was afraid of Kerall.

“Go wash up.” Kerall shot Mikasa and Morgana's head and said.

“Yes,” Mikasa said, then she started undressing.

Alibaba had already left the city with a good horse taken from the palace, which alone was worth dozens of gold coins.

He's going to take his chances in the kingdom of Toristine and follow Kerall, and he's going to get himself killed.

No one knows better than him what the weak are going to suffer when the wind blows down next to the strong.

Because the cool, windy and heavy rains in the districts borne by the strong are storms for the weak, the weak can only be eliminated naturally if they fail to keep pace with the strong.

He couldn't keep up with Keiral's footsteps, let alone Keiral's servant, and he didn't have the guts to follow Keiral, because Keiral's path was doomed to be tough, for Keiral, for Mikasa, and even for Morgana, it wasn't much of a storm for him to really blame.

And Keiral didn't mean to protect him, and if Keiral didn't protect him, he would definitely die.

So when he had the opportunity, he let Kerall admire him, but admire him, and Kerall didn't want to give him and them all the way.

Except for Kerall, the other two are women, so many inconveniences, there's no need to take him with you.

After Mikasa took off her clothes and slowly walked into the water, Morgana was still fighting with her simple, filthy, shitty shirt, and she didn't seem to take off her clothes.

Keiral sighed softly and grabbed her clothes off her head.

The sharp sock milk that just developed is like a springshot that just popped out of its head, while the lower body is slippery and has some hair.

“You won't undress?” Kerall threw the dress away, and the dusty and dirty clothes had turned into the past.

But taking off her clothes doesn't mean that Morgana is clean, and she doesn't look like she's dirty.

“Well, I don't bathe either.” Mikasa dumped her hair in the water, and a circle of dark red halos swung away in the water, all of this human blood.

Her clothes are naturally to be lost, because these bloody smells in the desert are enough to attract a large number of hungry wolves, but some can be washed directly and then sun-dried in the sun.

Kerall smiled helplessly at Morgana, who was helpless but a little more popular.

Take off your clothes and pick up Morgana and throw her in the water.

Mikasa had just risen from the water and gravity overwhelmed her.

“Ha ha!” Keiral Haha smiled and threw the cloak and magician's robe aside, jumping into the pool with a standard fish.

Mikasa was still in the water, and Kerall hugged her.

Already used to Keiral's fine and even body Mikasa slowly relaxed, closed her eyes in Keiral's arms and slowly weakened her breath, which allowed her to lurk slowly in the water for a long time.

Kerall stood up and saw Morgana pounding like a falling dog.

It's perfectly normal for a desert nation not to have water.

There's no water in this desert that's luxurious enough for desert people to swim!

And Kerall lost so much power that Morgana couldn't step on the bottom.

Looking at Morgana struggling like a falling dog, Keiral smiled and let go of Mikasa, like a slippery fish, a fiend came behind Morgana, holding her ass to get her out of the sinking predicament, please.

Kerall, who was holding Morgana's hand and swimming slowly backwards, watched as Morgana slowly spread over him and pounded and kicked water.

The kid has a good sense of understanding and is a material to make.

When she comes to the shallow water zone, Morgana swims little by little to a shallower place, less than a meter and a half from the edge of this one-meter and four-meter pool with her feet up her head, otherwise her nose and mouth will be soaked in the water.

Faced with Morgana, Kerall grabbed her head from behind her and sprinkled a little water, slowly washing her hair with her short nails.

There is no shampoo in this time and space, so washing your hair is a very difficult thing, almost every beautiful woman needs to wash her hair every day, otherwise the next day without washing her hair becomes greasy.

And Morgana's head was blended with a lot of sand and stuff because of her constant work, which made her look dirty, but it also protected the greasy hair with dust.

Keiral grabbed her head slowly, rationalizing her hair a little bit, slowly separating her entangled hair, a feeling of security from top to bottom all over Morgana, a comfortable massage, a feeling of security, lazy sunshine illuminating the cool waters of the lake.

She floated slowly as her whole body was relaxed.

By the time she opened her eyes, Kerall and Mikasa had worn them on shore.

“Are you awake? Morgana.” Kerall asked aloud.

Morgana, who was already in the center of the lake, was a little panicked, but remembered the feeling of being slowly moved forward with Kerall's hands, hands and feet together, swimming back to shore like a puppy.

“Well, let's go.” Kerall threw her some clothes and said out loud.

This is Mikasa's clothes she just bought in town.

Though she is scary, it is only the people on the main road who can see her slaughter the angel side, and the ordinary people on the other roads, though scared and frightened, cannot think of such a cutthroat as the brutal one who slaughtered thousands of people, right?

As a result, Morgana would not be dressed for half a day, and Keiral, who had already ridden the horse, sighed, jumped off the horse to dress her and threw her to the horse, then crossed the horse and embraced her Keiral, pointing out loudly to the West.

“To the west! West!”