My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 669: Freeman

“Kay, are you okay?” Tabassa finally arrived at a time when the wind landed in front of Kerall with a magical flood.

“It's okay." Kerall touched her head, and she should have seen Urudia, so she decided there were no enemies here.

It's easy to trust someone else.

Kerall laughed and said, "It's a lot of fun on the island right now. Want to go play? ”

With Tabassa's SS-class fighting power now, let alone two Holy Ten statues in the Devil's Heart. If he doesn't, he can retreat with Tabassa's strength.

After all, the power of the Holy Ten can't beat escape.

An irrevocable situation similar to Makarov is not uncommon, as Kildas was beaten to a cripple by a black dragon, but it was easy to escape.

Never underestimate any of the Holy Ten.

Tabassa shook her head gently: "No, I'm fine with you. ”

For the first time in his life, Tabassa was surrounded by this anxiety and anxiety when Keiral's magic spread wildly, and the fear of losing it again was no longer wanted.

She's still holding on to Kerall.

Kerall shook his head and smiled, turning towards Makarov.

Mertie stared dead at Tabassa, with an indiscriminate hostility.

Tabassa glanced at her, and although she was also an S-level magician, there was more than one difference between SS and S-level magicians. If she was unlucky, she probably wouldn't be able to catch up with her for the rest of her life, but where did the hostility come from?

Soon Tabassa threw the idea away, and she never wasted her thoughts in redundant places.

Four men soon arrived in the area where the fighting had just taken place, and Makarov fell into a deep coma in the dirt.

Kerall picked up Makarov, but more than a hundred pounds of his body seemed to float lightly, and the giants of the past were as weak as the Hobbits in their illness.

“Let's go to the camp first.” Makarov, who was less than a metre and a half tall, looked relaxed and opened his mouth to others.

Everyone nodded their heads, Urutia et al. simply because there was Kerall, the backbone, with no thought whatsoever.

If one can truly confront Hades, there is actually only Kerall, and the others are either too young or too weak.

And the real Big BOSS Jerf is actually still on the road.

Kerall is not worried about Hades.

Hades is nothing more than an old man, and when faced with him or Kildas, young strength is the greatest treasure to win.

And the real problem, Kerall, is the guy who lived 300 years.

“Mavis, even in this situation, don't you want to show up?” Kerall mumbled softly.

He knows what she can hear.

This island is Mavis, and Mavis is this island, and she knows everything about it.

But she hasn't shown up yet.

“Is it because of me?” Kerall laughed and took Makarov to the camp.

“How's my grandfather?” Laxas, descended from the sky, looked at Kerall and asked anxiously.

Like a thunder, he instantly came and asked in front of Kerall.

He knew that Keiral was the magician, so he was just anxious to ask Keiral.

“The trauma is no big deal now, except that the chairman is an old man, it's hard to avoid some old man's illness, and now he has a bad heart.” Kerall shook his head: “I was going to take him to the camp, Laxas. You go to the camp and clean up those intruders. ”

“Okay.” Laxas smiled, looked strangely at Urutia, and then instantly disappeared into the air with Philip and Bigus, who had not landed.

“What a temptation, young man.” Urudia said with a smile.

“Yes, yes, Granny Uru.” Keralhaha complained.

“Pfft...” Mertie couldn't help laughing.

Urudia complained of hammering Kerall, but the style between the eyebrows could not be concealed.

By the time they got to the camp, they were dead.

It's just that the guy who got caught alive did have some surprises for Uruthia: "Luciros? ”

“I didn't expect Laxas to be able to capture Luciros alive.” Melty next to him whispered as well.

“and one of the seven families?” Kerall asked, and his feet kept walking.

“Well, strength's pretty good.” Nodded softly, Urutia followed Kerall up.

“Urudia! Melty! Great, beat them!” Seeing Urutia, the other side was overjoyed. The other side, which had a big back with glasses, is now completely wolfish.

The word "bereavement dog" describes him.

“How do you know him?” Laxas had an impression of the woman next to Kerall, who seemed to be the guy in the magic council, who appeared here somewhat unsurprisingly, but was supposed to be one of them.

There seems to be a connection between a loser like the other dog's emotional expression when he sees them.

“Urudia was my man, and she was sent by me to the heart of the devil to do the inside job.” In a gentle word, Kerall turns Uruthia directly from darkness and evil into a light lurking inside the darkness.

That's not the problem as long as it's officially recognized.

Laxas nodded, and the opponent was a Holy Ten. It was not a good choice to engage too much with each other's positions and camp.

“How is that possible?” Russilos looked at Urutia incredibly, struggling hard, and he saw Urutia grow up in the heart of the devil. He knew perfectly well that Urutia could never have been some kind of Keiral insider, and she was betrayed! And her rebellion naturally leads to Melty's rebellion, and you've rebelled! You betrayed us! Russilos, struggling with anger and madness, was bound by Philip's writing magic, and he looked like a maggot, wriggling.

“Well, let's save the chairman, he's just a little man.” Only Kerall has the temperament to think of an S-level magician as a small figure.

Everyone nodded, Philip and Bigus had cleaned up the camp, raised the bonfire and laid on the bed, Kerall put Makarov on the bed, and the light slowly spread through Makarov's body. Makarov, with his frowns covered in this warm light, slowly soothed his frowns.

Everyone was relieved.

If Kerall and Kildas are the backbone of the fairy's tail, then Makarov is indeed the spiritual backbone of the fairy's tail.

With Makarov, the waist bars are harder by two points than usual.

“It should be fine.” Kerall said softly, "Then get out. ”

Heart disease is a very difficult thing to treat, but as long as it survives a wave, it's no big deal. Makarov's willingness to survive has become incredibly strong as a result of Hades' invasion, a common disease that can't hit him at all.

And his condition is slowly getting better with the constant supplementation of Sirius Island's magic.

“What's next?” Laxas had no choice but to ask Kerall, who in the present circumstances also inevitably relied on Kerall's wisdom.

Keiral has always appeared fairly straightforward in the Kingdom of Fiore.

An unspoilt political leader, an intelligent national leader, a powerful top magician and an intelligent super handsome man.

Man is a complicated thing, but Kerall hides his dark side well.

Greatness is not exactly a derogatory word, although modern people like to use him as a sarcasm, in fact, if you have such a person around you, you will certainly live well, because such a person can depend on it in all circumstances.

Though you can't see what he's thinking, in reality you can't even see the thoughts of your companions, friends, lovers, how can you see the thoughts of a man whose intelligence is several or dozen times higher than yours?

So in reality, if you had such a friend, it would be easy to live.

Now that's what Laxas thinks, in his coma, he doesn't have any brilliant ideas. In his usual tactics, of course, he has his own ideas, but in this messy pot of porridge, he subconsciously chooses Kerall's ideas.

This is the benefit of a long period of time for the creation of one's "glorious and positive” image, that is, the benefit of fame.

It was mentioned that Keiral first thought of his civic policy, welfare, and then thought of his bullshit strength and association with the tail of his guild fairy.

But no one would vent the dictatorship of Kerall.

“People are a group of people who are not responsible for their actions and their language, and they are a group that is prone to incitement, deception and misleading.” Kerall never thought he was covering his darkness, just letting them see what was wrong with light, a technique that politicians should be skilled at applying.

“I'm going to clean up the intruders a little bit, and I'm going to get you all together, and you're going to use this as a defense, you're going to put everybody together, and you're going to wait for me to come back.” Keiral commanded.

“Okay, you go.” Laxas nodded and, with his intelligence, could not detect Kerall's tricks.

Kerall became a free man in this war.

Unique free man.

His goal is Jerf, and it makes no sense to get tangled up in other people.