My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 618: Wonderful Thoughts

When Keiral woke up, the scent poured out his nose.

European spices didn't mean anise until the Silk Road opened, octagonal things, mostly vanilla and sesame oil, olive oil, things that can make food more aromatic.

Dietary conditions throughout Europe were deplorable. Until the advent of Kerall, personal hygiene could only be enjoyed by noble lords. No one thought that "hygiene” was a matter of their lives. It looked good and could not be eaten. No one had that much time to clean up personal hygiene. Until 1666, the whole of Europe did not pay attention to hygiene, but when the plague struck London, where 100,000 people died, one fifth of the population, it began to guarantee the quality of personal hygiene.

And the food is even more tragic, the dark cuisine of Great Britain is famous in the world, and one of the most famous dishes is "fish fries," and before there were fries, the whole of England, no, the whole of Europe had a very low level of cuisine, German barbecuers, Russian giant Ivan black bread, French snails, except for one country.

Italy!

That's right, Rome now!

Two of the richest and richest lands in Rome and Greece, the olive trees along the Aegean Sea of Greece are filled with granulated olives, which are one of Greece's most essential side dishes, whether oil pressed or raw, while the Roman cuisine is one of the continent's finest through the fermentation of more than 300 years of prosperous Roman empires.

The private life of the Romans is eroded, but the fighting power is absolutely at the top of the continent, which is why Alexander needs to assassinate the Roman Short Sword Shield fighters at a distance with a spear as long as 2.8 metres long, while Kerall chooses England's pure-bred superior horse to crush the Roman soldiers by impact.

That's because the Greeks can't beat the Romans, and the Macamillos can't beat the Romans!

The Romans, the mightiest samurai of our time, have been chosen best since childhood, the landlords and the rich in their homes. They are the best of their time, both nutritionally and physically. They have been fighting in the Roman battlefield since childhood, without exception, of course they will not fight slaves and lions, but there is definitely a battle between the portals. In Rome, the second son has no inheritance, but the eldest son has, so the children who are not sons have to kill a future.

The Romans were no more cruel to the young than to the exotic Spartans of the same city next to Greece, with events that had occurred in the Roman Colosseum that had shown their abilities, or with twenty men against twenty wolves to show courage or command, or with face-to-face interception and killing.

Normally a Roman warrior is more than one meter and eighty, which in Camelot is only a privilege for noble knights.

It is precisely for this reason that the Romans are strong, well-trained, almost every citizen is a combatant soldier, self-absorbed armor, for his own life and the highest and highest quality, every Roman is strong, and the Roman cuisine is pushed to its peak with the strength of the Romans.

But on the Magic Continent, magic technology flourishes, and spices developed by all sorts of magic are obviously several grades higher than on the Knight Continent.

Keiral's cooking is also a place for martial arts.

But C.C. is obviously the cook she piles up here, and while Keiral has taught her a lot of cooking, the ingredients are limited, and dozens of dishes are done each day on the fairy's tail, slowly changing the flavor.

It can be said that C.C. 's cooking has risen to the chase of Kerall.

“Smells good.” Keiral sat up, stretched out a lazy waist and praised.

“Humph.” C.C. Yangon laughed twice and handed over a fat thigh.

“What is this?” Kerall picked up a loose-looking, fat leaf that took over his thighs, mostly non-toxic.

And this thigh has a seductive scent that goes deep into the essence of the roadside BBQ platoon.

“Local specialties.” C.C. laughed, mysteriously abnormal, but didn't tell Kerall what it was.

Keiral looked at it for half a day and took a bite, the flesh was fresh and delicate, and Keiral asked strangely: "Is this a frog leg handle? ”

“Pfft...” Several girls spit out.

“How do you know?!” Elusia and Mirajane screamed out in surprise.

Obviously, there were many European and American ghosts and animals who were afraid to eat frogs in the twenty-first century, so apart from hunting Elusia, cooking C.C. and Mirajane, several other girls had no idea that the white, delicate thighs and ribs were frogs.

Without him, this thigh is as big as a sheep's leg. Where is it like a frog's limb?

But Keiral tasted what this thigh was all about, which surprised both Elusia and Mirajane.

“Isn't that the only thing that tastes so good is frogs?” Keiral smiled and looked at them on the side of his head. He bit them again. Sprayed frog legs were roasted in scorched yellow, with ginger garlic and other spices. Although it was a frog to hear, many girls dared not eat the greasy look of the frog, but after watching Keiral eat sweet, everyone had not eaten for a long time, and all had a gentle sip of saliva.

Neither Alusha nor Mirajane was a delicate woman, and she began to crawl slowly with a piece of frog backbone, one frog rib for each of the girls, neither eating nor putting. I thought it was lamb or some other mammalian meat, and now it's frog meat, or is it a little distracted?

“Eat it, it's delicious.” For some reason, Keiral's words always have a compelling temper in them, and he doesn't know where his identity is, where his strength is, where his knowledge is, or why.

Several girls believed him unconsciously.

“Kay, any thoughts?” As several girls began to eat, a smile appeared in the corner of Elusia's mouth. Every step was dangerous in this perilously unknown foreign realm. As the most powerful sorceress in the tail of the fairy now, she also lost her mind and couldn't help but want to ask Keiral's opinion.

After all, the title of Speaker Kerall stands for experience in a variety of things in addition to authority. It is imperative not to be surprised that Kerall, who sleeps in this situation, is more reliable than the girls in this sense alone.

Arusha's words cared about their future, so a few girls stared at Kerall, trying to figure out what was in Kerall's face.

Keiral sang for a moment, and this life in the opposite realm was well known to him as a light car, and the difference between the magical and the knightly realms was like a different world.

One is the Europe of second-hand civilizations, and the other is the future of the developed magic technology.

The world is no big deal.

Kerall thought it was Mistergang.

“First of all, find someone to put it in. Intelligence is the most critical thing.” Kerall sets the tone for what follows.

“Well," Elusia nodded and stopped talking, while the others were silently eating and not talking.

Although the magic is back, the people who have stayed in the Kingdom of Fiore know that the world's stronger middlemen are better at it, and they are nothing!

“Let's go.” Kerall stood up and patted the dust on his cape, opening his mouth.

“Mm-hmm.” Everyone stood up, except for Elusia's Night Watch, who slept in a tent set up by C.C., and put up a tent in the wild in the middle of nowhere, in the top wind in the middle of nowhere, and the wind couldn't blow itself.

Everyone else slept well one night, and Elusia was one of the top ten in the Holy Land, and her body was incredibly strong, so everyone was on their way to full spirits.

But Kerall is calculating something else.

“I'm Gerald Lin from a world. ”

In other words, there is one Gérard in the kingdom of Fiore, and another Gérard in the other world, the Mistergang.

If the kingdom of Fiore has an Elusia, then the other world is rational because there should be an Elusia...

Suppose...

It's just an assumption...

If there is a magic continent here, there should be a knight's continent there too...

There's Artoria here, so there...

Kerall got excited somehow when he thought about it.

This possibility is not non-existent, not not non-existent, but very likely.

Keiral, as a guy with a collection habit, collected a lot of swords, but even Keiral had to be moved when Altoria, Nero, the two people he liked, could still show up in a set.

But it's still too early to think about it, to find someone, to listen to intelligence, to finalize these things, and then Kerall will move on.

Everyone in this dense forest always feels a little creepy, but after all, they're all magicians who can clear a path with one stroke.

Eventually, you decide to take turns using magic to open the way.

Watching everyone use magic to open the way, Mirajane couldn't help but show her shameful gaze. She wasn't incapable of using magic, she was second only to Elusia, the strongest of the girls, but her psychological shadow made her completely incapable of using magic. She was now a magic storage tank, dragging everyone's back legs, which was very frustrating to her.

“It's all right.” Kerall's big hand patted her on the shoulder gently.

“There's me, there's us.” Kerall smiled in her eyes: "Don't worry, it's okay. ”

“Mmm." Mirajane nodded heavily and walked forward with her head up her chest.