My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 628: The Dark Knight

Kaylar's coconut crab is delicious. Kaylar first burns all the sea water on one shell as a container into salt, then finds the accumulated water in some tree caves to boil on the other shell, then pours the boiled water into the shell with salt. The underlying dirt is activated, a pot of salt soup comes out, washes the outside of the coconut crab, and then throws it into the water, before the coconut crab turns angry bright red.

Coconut crabs belong to the group of resident crabs, but because they are too big, they also inevitably fall into the dining table.

The idea of Chinese people eating crabs has been around for a long time, and Keiral has long been eyeing fat, big, homesteading crabs.

Of course, according to the original eating method, because the crab was supposed to be dried and spit bubbles, they would spit out bubbles and sand, and the dirty things in the body, and this would be the only way to eat them, but the resident crab was too big and let them dry for too long, and Keiral didn't want to wait, so Keiral decided to give up the coconut crab and start eating a pair of chelates.

Kerall fished out the ripe coconut crab, then twisted one of its chelates and handed it to Elusia, and casually threw another coconut crab into the pot.

Looking at Elusia's hesitant expression, Kerall shook her head helplessly, smashed it open with a clean stone, and picked out the delicious meat inside and handed it to Elusia.

Elusia hesitated and took over the meat from Kerall's hand.

It was amazing.

Even though it's pure salt, how can crab be more than a hundred times better than fish? Fine and every fiber is so clear, tender and not fat, no greasy light is like eating some kind of natural bounty.

Just for a moment, she fell in love with this herring.

“What is this?” She eats in big mouths, she hasn't eaten in a day, and one chewed slightly coarser than the baby's arm was eaten by her two or three bites.

“I just said, coconut crab.” Kerall shook her head gently, and the woman just screamed, presumably not taking her words to heart.

Elusia was blushing.

When the second coconut crab came out of the oven, Kerall sent it to Elusha, who had already begun to hold the stone and the other plier on the first one.

“Eat slowly, and more.” Kerall smiled and said softly.

Alusha was slightly reddish and seemed very unfit for someone to talk to her in such a gentle tone, so she kept her mouth shut and had no idea what to say to drink Kerall.

Keiral sighed softly, and this group of girls who lived in the barracks actually smelled more like men than men. Sometimes they could never think of themselves as women, and sometimes as women, they would die.

If they are to survive in brutal battlefields and barracks, they must survive more than men, more than men, are their laws of survival.

They are cold as ice, cruel as iron, stubborn and stubborn, as if they had never been feminine at birth.

That's not right.

They need the care of men in their bones, and they want to rely on one.

But the reality is that they are the most murderous, the most powerful group of women on this planet, not the stronger men than they are, but they are less than a ten-million chance of encountering each other on this vast planet.

It's their misfortune to meet Kerall, but from another perspective, why not their luck?

Kerall shook his head gently, and this woman, like Artoria, was so depressed in the barracks.

Artoria was the goddess of martial arts he had raised since childhood, but she had her own tune, and she looked serious out there, and she was at home laughing and scolding like a normal woman.

But this Elusia? Knight Vodka was always this silly look?

It's not that she wants to do it herself, it's that she doesn't even have the concept of "laughing” anymore.

Alternatively, there are no ideas other than "serious”.

Life in the barracks is monotonous, and others have comrades to chat with, but in this day and age, Elusia doesn't have any other comrades, and she's alone, and the only way to scare off the unintended military is to stare at herself and turn herself into a demon.

It is inevitable that demons in the eyes of others will allow others to cut off their absolute thoughts.

It's not Leviticus, it's just a means of self-protection.

Kerall took pity on the girl, so he knocked on a coconut and handed it to her.

The juice in coconuts is infinitely close to glucose, both nutritionally and in terms of ingredients, which is why many people live long hours at sea with coconuts.

Except I'm not full.

But with crab, it's also a nice little wine.

Keiral knows that tropical people make a kind of coconut wine, sweet, not so intense, but it's also a good beverage for making drinks, and ordinary coconut juice actually tastes more sour than sweet.

Actually, that's what you taste like when you drink glucose.

Alusha sipped coconut juice, and she ate two big crab pliers, and she was really thirsty.

Keiral threw the fourth coconut crab into the pan, the water in the pan was running out, and the pliers of the four coconut crabs were obviously not enough to eat. Keiral took the coconut crab that she had removed the pliers from, and then cut the coconut crab with a sharp sealed sword. The coconut crab did not have much crab yellow in it. Keiral was not sure if it was seasonal or some other reason.

But with crab yellow, you can eat it, and it should be delicious.

Crabs should be delicious, from lake crabs to sea crabs to river crabs, the first two of which have plenty of food and are fat and beautiful, while the latter do not get enough food, so the first two are not delicious.

This crab yellow.

Kerall picked up a little crab yellow and handed it to Elusia: "Want some? ”

“Can you eat?” Elusia hesitated, she was suspicious of Keiral, and Keiral was not happy with her crab pliers, and now Keiral gives her something, she hesitates.

The yellow thing, looking like Shang, looked at Keiral's encouraging gaze, stretched out her tongue and licked a little, slightly, a little seductive at the tip of the sword.

She shook her head with a strange look on her face: "It's not good, it tastes strange. ”

Keiral smiled and didn't force it. Westerners were already different from Orientals in their eating habits. In the past, the Thames River was full of crabs. Because no one ate them, no one dared to eat them, so many Westerners had been studying how to expel these alien species. In the end, someone tried to eat some of them, and they became addicted, and called on others to eat together. Others simply didn't eat them. Later, more Chinese people in England started catching crabs. These people started catching crabs —— selling them to the Chinese!

The crabs of the Thames, even the Great Gate Crab, are river crabs, flavors and lake crab whispers.

Here you can see the behavioral habits of the two sides are different, so Kerall also licked and ate the crab yellow from the sword.

Alicia stared at Kerall, forbidden not to blink, and her ears slowly became red, although she had no expression on her face.

This guy ate everything I licked. Isn't he a little ashamed?

The defamatory body of Alusha began to get dry and hot.

No, no, no... Elusia hurriedly pressed down her thoughts, stood up and didn't eat the two remaining crab pliers, curled into a shack made by Kerall, which was a right angle triangle shack with two or three percent palm leaves laid underneath, and covered with two or three layers of palm leaves, headwind, wind and rain, which is a great place to shield from the rain.

This is the power of knowledge.

It's impossible for ordinary people to set up such shacks in the wild within an hour, but in front of Kerall, it's only a 30-minute thing in the district.

Though Kerall took advantage of the sharp edge of the weapon, he couldn't even dash a tent by actually giving ordinary people a pile of modern tent material!

This is the power of knowledge.

Keiral took the other few coconut crabs out of five, ate them all clean, and then split the coconuts he had drunk apart and placed them next to the tent. If it rained, there was fresh water to drink.

The sky had already darkened, and Keiral couldn't see the look on his face when the dusk bonfire lit him. After reflecting on the future, Keiral shivered his cape and covered it with Elusia, sleeping on the outside of the shed himself.

The bonfire eventually faded slowly, and the cold surrounded the two of them, deeper and deeper at night.

The next morning, early in the morning, Elusia just felt refreshed, as if she'd slept in a comfortable soft bed, and how it didn't seem like a night out in the wild.

She climbed up, and Kerall's white cape fell directly on the ground.

She grabbed Kerall's cape, a little crazy.

“Are you up?” Keiral's voice came from behind the shed, climbed out of the shed, and Keiral Zhenglisso's jumped from under the coconut tree, and they were this class of guys,

“Then drink some coconut juice and let's go.” Kerall threw a big, green coconut and said with a smile.

Without a good glance at Kerall, he didn't know where his anger had come from, drank a coconut juice, and the two of them embarked on a journey again.

She had no idea where Kerall was going, but it did not prevent her from making all sorts of wild assumptions.

As they slowly landed from the sky, she finally began to gauge the surroundings.

“# ¥% # ¥% ¥%... &” A loud drink surprised Alusha, who turned her head and saw a black knight riding a black horse in black armor come to them and drank something big.

Maybe Elusia doesn't understand that strange Celtic language, but Kerall smiles. It's Celtic!