My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 557: Walking into the House of Representatives

“Mr. Kerall, would you please sign this for me?” Side by side Rabbi walked up and asked admirably.

“Of course, I remember. Your name is Rabbi, right?” Kerall knocked on his head and asked with a smile.

“Yes!” she said slightly excitedly.

“You've seen a lot of books, haven't you? Are you interested in coming to the magic council to help me? You know, C.C. wants to watch over here, and I need a better assistant for the job over there. ”

“In exchange, you can see my novel first.” Kerall stretched out a finger, pointing at Rabbi and laughing.

“Bad eye.” C.C. arrived at Kerall with a 12-inch pizza and quietly left a smile in his ear.

But he's right, C.C. does need to stay on the fairy's tail as a pole, and once she leaves her entire fairy's tail, the economy will be in disarray.

But it's not what he said —— he needs an assistant.

In terms of Kerall's fighting power, he doesn't need anybody.

But he's a reasonable scheduler, and he divides his business between people, not important, or able to handle it within someone else's ability to work.

That would reduce the backlog in his hands and make his time wealthy, which is a guy who can make reasonable arrangements.

But obviously, where Kerall sees Rabbi is definitely why she knows so much about it.

She doesn't necessarily follow the path of Keraldo, but the books she reads, most of the idle things on the Magic Continent, are definitely more interesting than he knows.

He needs her knowledge.

“Can I think about it?” Rabbi was a little excited, but she was more calm, and humans would always live for herself compared to the novel chase, and if she joined the magic council, although she was a magician on the tail of a fairy, it was clear that her future would be different.

Few young people think about what they're going to do before they reach the age of 25.

They're just mixing up the nightmares to cope with their own assignments, finishing school? Is that passive, after-school interest? That's school organization. Freedom of movement? Apart from sitting on the grass, there was no purpose, but to find a job in society that parents wanted and then climb up.

But these seemingly scenic things are actually passive.

Some people never think about what they want, what they should do, what they can do.

There's nothing wrong with just pressing the curved trajectory.

For them, going to school means going to school, going to college and choosing a profession that their parents want, then going to school, graduating, examining, or working.

Find a job related to this profession and get up on the job slowly.

They don't have a big problem, the only problem is they're okay.

The 16-year-old girl, Rabbi, faced life's thoughts most intuitively for the first time, which had led her into confusion, but Kerall did not force her.

A smile, a piece of pizza, a bite, a mouthful of cheese, he loved this cheese, a thumb up against Mila Jenny, Keiral looked at the blonde girl she had put together, chewed two bites of cheese, and he gave a charming smile: “What's up, this lovely lady? ”

“Ah, well, I'm the fairy's tail newcomer, can you give me a signature?” She said anxiously.

“Okay,” Kerall put down the pizza and took the pen she handed over: "Where should I write it? ”

“On clothes, on clothes!” She opened her clothes slightly more excitedly and directly, she said.

“Well... what's your name?” Kerall pulled the pen open and thought about it.

“Lucy, Lucy Hartphilia.” She already guessed what Kerall wanted to write.

[May the everlasting Miss Lucy H. always be young and beautiful.] Keiral's words made Luciton's joy fly, “Thank you ~” She flew away and went to show off in front of Rabbi.

Less than an hour later, the two girls became very intimate by virtue of Kerall's novels.

“It's so good to be young,” said Kerall, biting the pizza.

“Really, Kerall, aren't you in your twenties?” Mila Jenny rubbed the plate next to Kerall and said with a smile.

“Twenty?” Kerall laughed.

“I'm 30 years old.” Kerall smiled and slowly sipped Mila Jenny's pizza, slowly saying.

“Eh!!” Mila Jenny was surprised that even the plate fell into the pool: “How is that possible? Are you a 30-year-old face? ”

“But you just have to ask C.C. to find out.” Kerall shrugged.

“Wait, if you're 30 years old, then C.C. She...” Mirajane thought of a terrible thing and asked.

“C.C., if you think about it carefully, is probably 25 years old too.” Kerall thought, when he met C.C., she was 17 years old, and now she must be 25, too?

“Wow, it's like being 17 all the time.” Mila Jenny said in surprise.

C.C. looked up at her with extreme disgust, no, or glanced at her breasts with great envy and jealousy just to keep her head down and start counting. Mirajane had at least one D in her plump, plump breasts, which definitely made C.C. as much as C, and not too big, jealous and hard to reach.

Kerall knew C.C. could only make B to C of poor milk in his life, looked at her and almost coughed with a smile, almost choking a bite of cheese into his own trachea.

When it's really very interesting.

Morgana was also eating slowly with a piece of pizza, and she never knew there was such a good thing in the world.

But obviously, she has never eaten anything that Kerall made herself.

Makarov went to pick up a magic contact and rushed back: “Now the magic council is asking you to report! ”

“Oh, do I need anything?” Kaylar ate half a square of pizza at the mouth, handed the other half to Morgana, wiped his hands with a clean handkerchief, and asked Makarov.

“No need, just go over there.” Makarov waved his hand and said.

“Got it.” Keiral glanced at Morgana. Morgana swallowed half a piece of pizza and drank half a cup of milk tea with Keiral. This is basically the way she eats with Keiral. Keiral's appetite is not her size. Half a kid eats dead old man. Although this is unlikely to happen to Keiral, it is also enough to show how much children eat, so it is usually Keiral who eats first and then Morgana who follows.

“Rabbi, I'm leaving first. Oh, if you have a choice, go to the Magic Council and call me, or you can tell me in the Magic Newsletter. That's okay.” Kerall walked up to Rabbi's table, patted Rabbi on the tangle, and said softly.

“No, Mr. Kerall, I'm coming with you.” Rabbi's decisiveness was unexpected by Kerall, who stood up and said firmly.

“Good, then let's go.” Kerall patted her shoulder, didn't look at her two followers, Ben and Lucy, and walked to the door with Morgana, which was called a thunderbolt.

Rabbiton kept up with her book, and she wasn't just the kind of hot blood boiling or updating it for Kerall.

First of all, she has absolutely nothing to share with the “Shadow Gear” squad to which she now belongs, and she has absolutely no place to compete in battle except for making defenses and breaking spells.

The task of continuing is obviously to dissipate her and the other two.

Her talents are not in battle, but belong to the kind of "civilian” personnel, logistical attributes, who throw their heads so hot to carry out magician tasks, not to mention that she can go on, and she herself feels that her future is a little slim.

The contradictory and poignant idea that two of her admirers were aware of her, but if she was to make a choice, she wouldn't choose either, but she wasn't the kind of bad woman who took advantage of someone else to lose, was one of the reasons she wanted to be Kerall's assistant.

Humans are complicated things, they don't make decisions for a simple reason, maybe because they hate someone a little bit, and they like someone a little bit, but it's absolutely impossible if you want them to act because of this single little bit.

Humans are beneficial animals, and they think deeply about the consequences of this action, and if it goes beyond the bottom line of their hearts, they make the decision not to do it.

That's what happened to Rabbi. Between the two, while she was obsessed with the fairy-tailed atmosphere, it was obvious that Emotionally Scared Rabbi had made the decision to follow Kerall to the Magic Council —— and, again, to eat a family meal, no matter what line of business, no matter what country in the world was common. Okay.

Iron Bowl!

So Rabbit made his own choices.

Life faces countless intersections and always has to make its own choices.

Faced with Keiral's invitation, she made her own choice.

And now, Kerall walks into the Magic House.

The Magic Council is the centre of the entire Fiore kingdom and has irreplaceable status in the capital of the Fiore kingdom.

The so-called King Fiore is actually just a puppet in the House of Representatives.

Faced with an invitation from the Magic House, Kerall naturally walked in unhindered.