My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 671 Step by Step Strength

“You really interest me.” Kerall looked at Jerf with a gentle touch of his chin, his eyes giving him a disgusting look.

“Three hundred years ago, the fairy tail was established, Mavis' death, the destruction of the magical empire, your appearance, oh, what happened 300 years ago.” Kerall stared at Jerf, his face shocked.

Kerall stared at Jerf and looked closely at his face.

This is a very clear face.

It doesn't seem much different from the average 16-7-year-old, but this delicate white face carries unspeakable depression and melancholy.

The secrets they carry are absolutely a puzzle that cannot be solved 300 years ago or even 300 years later.

This puzzle is likely to have to do with the future of Kerall, the future of Artoria, the future of Camelot, even the future of the Magic Continent, the future of two continents of the Knight Continent.

These things must be clarified.

Even kill this man.

Kerall's heart poured, but the smile on his face grew softer and softer. He was a politician and would never let him move without sufficient interest.

The opponent seems weak, but no one dares move lightly under the name of "Dark Wizard” alone.

Kerall wasn't afraid of him.

But force does not yield, especially to people like him, who are immortal.

Kerall knew C.C., so he was extraordinarily clear that threats and violence were only temporary mosquito bites for immortal guys like them, and they wouldn't even put the threat on the other guy's dim sum.

If Keiral wanted to kill him, there might be such a possibility. After all, Keiral's magic of light most restrained each other's magic of darkness, but Keiral threatened each other, presumably without a door.

Because Kerall has a way of breaking through each other's psychological dams.

Torture and threats have always been premised on breaking down each other's psychological dams, torturing each other with pain, and threatening to use language as a sword to pierce each other's weaknesses.

However, after a long period of apparent life and time, these things have become watery and appear to be a little salty, making Kerall feel a little tricky.

“How about this, Mavis, Jerf, you two see each other? Let's play a little game of mutual argument.” Kerall smiled and said.

“Is Mavis really there?” Jerf frowned softly.

“Che...” Mavis looked at Kerall and his face was full of unhappiness.

“Well, right next to me.” This fairy's tail, the first Mavis, has his own connection to Jerf.

“You answer me, I guess.” Kerall smiled and stretched out a finger, more than he did.

“Mavis, give me a suspension, let me guess, and then you'll figure out the answer, okay?” Kerall said with a smile.

This is an information war with unequal information, and Kerall never thought to ask Mavis to agree to this, and Mavis has had a tough tone over the past week, and whenever Kerall mentioned 300 years ago, she seemed to keep her mouth shut, and Kerall couldn't help it.

But Jerf can't see Mavis, which means Jerf is a source of information that can determine Kerall's reasoning.

He was sure that the more Kaylar speculated, the more Kaylar would be able to find the trajectory of history from the “truth” he speculated on.

“Well, let's start with a simple one.” Kerall thought about it and wanted to say it.

“You have a direct connection to Mavis, and it's because of her that you became like this.” Kerall raised a finger and said.

Perhaps it's because Kerall's game-type questions and answers loosen up Jerf, or because Kerall mentioned Mavis, they loosen up Jerf a lot.

Jerf leaned back against the roots of a withered tree, relaxed and soft, nodded softly, and did not intend to explain anything or say anything positively.

But for Kerall, his attitude of believing that his “inference is the truth” is already precious.

“You and Mavis both directed the collapse of the Magic Empire.” Keiral's words made Jerf a little confused, but to a certain extent he was not wrong, so he nodded.

“Oh, my God, Jerf, you're such an idiot!” Mavis, jumping up and down, couldn't stop Jerf from answering Kerall's question, she had no entity, and she couldn't even be seen by anyone but the fairy's tail.

Because of this pit father, Jerf may be very spiritual and able to feel her presence, but he can't hear her and see her people.

Faced with Mavis, Kerall looked at her with a smile, and the meaning of the trick was self-evident, as Maviston bit his teeth and cut them.

She tried to bite Kerall, but she couldn't even touch him.

Because she's just a soul...

She fell off like a real child for a moment.

But Keiral, as a qualified politician, does not worry about the minds of a little girl, and a qualified politician sees only eternal interests.

The balance between the interests of the State and the interests of its own group and those of the other group, that is what a qualified politician should do.

Kerall has never forgotten his duties.

He adheres to a person's most primitive professional ethics, codes.

“Well, let me guess again," Kerall thought, suddenly wanting to ask another question, and Jerf was asking Kerall: “You guys, you have a strong dragon smell, but you're not the one who used dragon magic... did you kill a dragon? ”

“Your nose... is so spiritual.” Kerall had a thoughtful look at Jerf and said something strange.

Keiral did not say that for no reason.

Keiral and Altoria slaughtered dragons in his teens, and that dragon was clearly the dragon Igounir, Naz's father, the dragon Naz had been looking for.

Crossing the continent is not too difficult for such a powerful monster as a dragon, and Kerall has met Igounir, who knows the horrors of Igounir.

If Igounir had not been blocked by his chains, if Artoria's sword had not been bewitched beforehand, and if he had not been the most destructive, most exclusive enchantment of light, it would not have been known who the deer would have killed.

But Kerall slaughtered dragons, bathed dragon blood, and his body was several grades stronger than ordinary people, but that was more than a decade ago.

Kerall is thirty now.

After more than a decade of washing away the dragon blood smell on him, even Naz did not feel the dragon blood smell on Kerall, at best he just felt that Kerall smelled good, making him feel very close and comfortable.

But no dragon blood was associated with it.

Never thought his father would be killed by Kerall.

To be honest, Kerall is not afraid of Naz at all, because Naz is just a small, insignificant character.

A Class A magician has yet to threaten Kerall's status.

But Keiral had to worry about the fairy's tail reaction, and Keiral would definitely be in trouble if it triggered a full rebound of the fairy's tail.

You can see perfectly well why Kerall is so constrained by the fairy's tail, which is already gone!

For politicians, politicians, a head of state, a wise man, Kerall will never allow this to happen, a situation that has seriously threatened Kerall's credibility and interests.

Though no conflict has yet occurred, in the future, Kerall can foresee how tremendous the influence of the fairy's tail will traumatize his reputation.

Just as the reputation of Kerall and the fairy's tail are mutually reinforcing boosts.

Once forcibly separated, both sides get hurt, but Kerall is definitely the one who gets the most hurt.

Because the root of the fairy's tail is in the kingdom of Fiore, she is deeply rooted in the kingdom of Fiore, and once the two sides clash, the seemingly prestigious man Kerall is instantly summed up in the “outdoors”.

This is absolutely inevitable.

The people's thing is to take up a bowl to eat, put down a bowl to curse motherfuckers, and never be responsible for their actions and language. Since the crime of being convicted of speech was abolished, there seems to be nothing in the world that can stop the gossip fires of the city well residents from burning.

Discrimination against foreigners and exclusion is the nature of every country, every nation, no one wants their own home, suddenly a group of people on their own land and their own habits, and totally different looking guys make a fortune that should belong to them.

Kerall is the outsider, and although Kerall brings jobs, wealth, everything, it doesn't matter, he's a "outsider," that's enough.

That's the best excuse for offense.

Keiral hasn't moved the fairy's tail yet, not because he doesn't want to, but because he understands that things are going to get worse.

It's not as pleasant as Kerall waiting for his army to arrive, pressing his clothes or pulling out the fairy's tail!

Carefully calculated, Kerall's strength has unwittingly surpassed the fairy's tail.

Four of the Holy Ten, Hoait, Tabassa, Urudia and Azuma, have combined with Kerall to completely suppress the Holy Ten combinations of Makarov, Kildas and Arusha.

This repression is comprehensive.

Including the dark forces of Mikasa's magician.

can easily suppress the tail of the fairies of this group of rookie magicians.

Instead of not daring to move the fairy's tail, Keiral has yet to find a solution to a series of shocks after moving the fairy's tail.

And now, the time seems to be ripe...