My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 600 Heavy Warfare

Faced with Kaylar's laughter, Alusha's rare face blushes, not shyness, but shame.

Keiral had brought her with him as a team, but she had failed in his trust, and she was now ashamed that her self-esteem had been damaged.

You know what a creature like a woman wants to do when she's angry.

Somebody's gonna bleed.

Kerall was pleased to see the look on Elusia's face.

“You go directly to support the Holy Night and the Sky Night, and the others have reinforcements and pigeons.” Kerall's words shed light on the situation.

Nodding, Elusia said to Lucy at Hundred Nights: "Follow me. ”

The advantage of action is that it does what it does, leaving a lot of time, and the disadvantage is that there is no time to think about measuring the benefits and disadvantages of doing so.

In general, if it is a compliment, it is a decisive decision, if it is a derogatory one, it is a reckless impulse, in short, the Chinese language is large and sophisticated, it can be explained any way. The main focus is on the subjective judgment of the individual.

The three perspectives of humankind are the hardest to reverse, easy to distort, but hard to reverse, and that's why humankind itself has a stubborn feeling of not hitting the South Wall and not turning back. Why does 80 percent of all dating fail? The answer is not for both men and women, because there is a feeling of discomfort in the mind at the same time as the parents arrange the marriage, and it is natural to create a perception of each other.

That is subjective judgment.

Kerall was pleased to see that Elusia was a human being and naturally could not escape subjective judgment.

Alusha herself is excellent in character, although a little reckless, apparently not only is she gentle but also playful, and most of the foot squeezing the fairy tail in Makarov's absence is hers.

To be honest, Kerall preferred her to be the fairy's tail next generation president.

Before Walrod Luckily Ken knew it, Kerall felt like there was a Kildas oppression, and even if Elusia was just a Quadripartite magician, it didn't matter. Later, when Elusia became Holy Ten, the matter was almost settled.

To be honest, Kerall naturally knows he's better suited to the fairy's tail than Elusia, but Kerall's heart isn't here, and just a little hint Makarov understands.

All the same, Kerall became Speaker through the power of the fairy's tail, and then the Speaker countered the fairy's tail, all in exchange for the rightful interests. Faced with Kerall's suggestion, Makarov had no choice but to choose another person.

But there is food in your hand, and there is no panic in your heart, and there is someone on it, which is naturally more stable.

To be honest, Kerall still owes the fairy's tail, and Makarov doesn't say, and Kerall has a plan in mind.

So until now, Kerall has never done anything to the tail of a fairy who is likely to be the future to stop him, and Kerall has no intention of doing anything to the tail of a fairy.

Humanity is human, and Kerall doesn't want to tear his face apart when there's a chance that he might turn the fairy's tail.

Kerall is not a cool person, or even very affectionate, and, of course, the absolute calm he brings in IQ makes him computational about everything.

Doesn't it make any sense to have an affair with this guy and the trouble he's causing himself?

Kerall's been calculating these things all his life, except for some real friends.

Alexander or something...

Of course, his woman doesn't count.

Faced with Koros, Kerall would rather give up a partial strategy and give up all relations with her, paving the way for her to slaughter the queen, a painstaking heart that no one else at this level can feel.

Even if Cassius felt it, he would think, "Is it true that this kind of rational person would do this for a woman? ”

Or, "Is it really worth it for a woman? ”

This idea will constantly erode the minds of these wise men.

They're not Keiral, so it's hard to understand Keiral's thinking, Keiral, who understands the value of everyone, but if a woman, more beautiful, is not his person, more beautiful full score girls are just “chess pieces," not “lovers," "lovers,” “lovers.”

The latter is not to be relinquished, and the former is to be used as cannon ash.

Because of her strength problems, Elusia has moved away from the ash level and belongs to a heavyweight character who can hold down the board, and Kerall is very fond of her.

Loving a person is a very complex emotion, which includes loving the person's personality, his or her figure, his or her appearance, feeling against each other, etc. Love is a very complicated thing, even if it is likeable.

Keiral's appreciation is also extremely complicated, and he looks at women, and generally at composite scores, and some women have something that he doesn't even realize, but his aesthetics are captured all of a sudden, and some things you can't describe directly in words, which is the limitation of humankind.

Kerall solved Elusia's problem, flapping her wings, not to mention returning directly to the ship.

Everyone in the ship looked at Kerall and made Kerall look a little strange.

“What's the matter?” Kerall asked.

“Something's wrong with Wendy.” Urutia said directly.

She was in a bad mood, shady and hazy.

“What's the matter?” Kerall's gentle comfort smiled at her, then came back to her position and saw Wendy crying to heal a man.

“Gerald.” Kerall spit that name out gently.

“You didn't kill him?” Kerall turned around and asked Urutia.

Keiral is not a anger lover, but his long-held personality has made him a punishing habit, and Uruthia, looking at Keiral's calm face, feels a little horrible about Keiral.

Tianwei is like hell, Tianwei is like sea.

When the wind is calm, the sea is wide and the skilful is like a warm furnace, while the heat is unbearable when the anger rages.

Keiral didn't like to use this pattern to get along with his woman, so he calmed down after a little lyrical expression of his emotions.

“Mikasa, go get his head.” Looking at a huge wound slowly healing from his coma, Gerard, Keiral, gently commanded.

“Ha.” Mikasa answered and disappeared on the boat.

“The child...” Makarov was somewhat surprised.

“Well, it's top notch.” Kerall nodded softly.

Bamboo stood behind Keiral, she looked serious and she knew what Keiral was talking about.

The woman was under pressure all over her body.

The intuition of the absolute warrior tells her that the other side is a higher level presence than she is, a presence of total repression.

What are you looking at?

Strength, experience, speed, reaction, everything!

But the other side has far more power, experience, speed, reaction, and murder than she has!

More people have been killed than her assassin who wandered in the dark...

If she is an assassin wandering in the dark, then the other side is total darkness!

What could have caused her to have that totally bright look?

Is that him?

Brighten the darkness to a bright man.

“Well, it's time to start a siege.” Kerall looks at the six demons that have been completely dispersed: "Urudia, Makarov, go into battle position.” Keiral's voice just fell, and the coordinates appeared in front of both of them, and the milky little arrow marked the number, which was their distance from the target.

“Understood." Urutia's obedience and Makarov nodded softly and the two slowly stepped out of the boat.

There is still the power to get down from the air.

Makarov used a flying magic, and Urutia slipped right down with ice magic, just like her mother.

“Next, then, is my battle.” Kerall smiled as he looked at everyone who had already fought in the sea.

“Rabbi, wait here with the pigeons. ”

“Bamboo, the mission is to protect Rabbi, all right? ”

“Okay.” Bamboo nodded.

Then Kerall slowly landed off the Magic Skyboat, and then the four Holy Ten combined clamps!

“Are you Gerald? ”

A faint voice sounded in his ear.

He was simply looking for something familiar by his instincts. Perceptions of the environment had been minimized and, more importantly, he had no use for the enormous Holy Ten Magic. It was indeed Gerrard's most vulnerable moment.

The woman drilled out of the dense woods spreads a hint of hostility, causing Gerrard to get a little sweaty.

“I don't know...” he gave a blurred look: "I don't remember, Gerald... is that my name? ”

The blurred tone, the painful expression, the deep eyes, the handsome face, indeed, even if she seemed to feel sorry for me, let alone the other woman who was deeply attached to him?

Mikasa gently drew two short swords.

“Unfortunately, whoever you are, someone's going to use your head.” Mikasa slowly drew two short swords and looked at Gerrard, pushing him step by step.

The killer stirred Gerrard's head, giving him a headache, and he sat down with his head covered, but a man came out behind him: "Go open Nirvana! Gerald! I'm right here! ”

“Are you... the cobra of General Six Demons?” Mikasa looked at him and remembered his intelligence.

“Your opponent is not me, you are not my opponent, get away.” Mikasa looked at him calmly or even calmly, and the whole person's hair blew up.

Not only the warcraft he was following, but also the highly poisonous cobra, scared by Mikasa to the side of the scales, the whole snake raised its tongue and made a hissing noise in an attempt to intimidate Mikasa's approach.