Chapter 160 Some people regard it as a bondage, and some people regard it as a
Chapter 160 Some people use it as a constraint, while others use it as a support, but I...
The imprisoned miners were exchanged with Svetla's rebel soldiers.
The rebel soldiers who had removed their armor and weapons were led into the previous mine.
But that's not all.
Three people were let go.
They also gave them the war horses and dry food that originally belonged to them - these three people were going to "Snowfield City" to report the news.
Precisely because of the departure of these three people, the entire exchange process became quite simple. The rebel soldiers led by Svetra cooperated very well without any struggle.
They think this is temporary.
Soon, when the 'Duel' comes, they will not only regain their freedom, but also receive the respect and honor they deserve.
The miners who had regained their freedom were less likely to cause trouble. Under Art's arrangement, they returned to their respective rooms to rest, thankful to have survived the disaster.
The subsequent sentry and patrol matters were all completed under Art's arrangement.
After doing all this, Art came to the outside of Goethe's tent.
Not only Goethe, but all the soldiers of Hallest lived in tents and set up camps one by one according to the military formation, forming a fortification based on the two mines.
"Master Goethe?"
"Come in."
The rough and arrogant Art shouted, and after receiving Goethe's affirmative answer, he walked in.
The captain of the Grand Duke's Guard bowed and saluted.
It's different from the polite etiquette before.
It's a courtesy that comes with recognition.
When Goethe issued an "invitation to a duel" to Enos with the stake of "Svetla's collar", the captain of the Grand Duke Guards truly regarded Goethe as a member of the Kremlin family - because, Goethe's style,
This is totally the style of the Ke family.
"Master Goethe, did you come to see me before?"
At Goethe's signal, Art sat down and asked.
"Are there any 'Bear Bears' in Svetra's territory?"
Goethe asked directly.
Now that it has been decided to break the situation with a 'duel', the core of the first step of the baptism ceremony 'sharpening' related to warriors must be prepared.
"certainly!"
"'Bailey Bears' are distributed throughout the North, and of course there are them in Svetra's territory. Moreover, it is summer, which is the time when Bailey Bears are most active - do you need me to help you find a Bailey Bear?"
Art guessed Goethe's thoughts almost instantly.
"Is it difficult?"
"No!"
"Three...no! Two days!"
"I will definitely help you find a healthy and fierce Bailey bear within two days!"
Faced with Goethe's inquiry, Art immediately gave his assurance.
Moreover, the rough captain immediately stood up and left the tent.
The tent curtain fell and rose again.
Silla walked in.
This lady with multiple identities looked at Goethe with a strange look.
About a few seconds later——
"The 'Mad King's Legacy' won't be within Svetra's territory, right?"
As Silla spoke, she stared at Goethe closely, trying not to miss any expression on Goethe's face.
"exist."
Goethe rolled his eyes.
Silla frowned.
"Are you trying to spread suspicion?"
the woman with multiple identities asked.
"No."
"If you have nothing to do, go and have a rest."
Goethe said angrily.
Who would have known that after Goethe said these words, Silla smiled.
"Sure enough, the 'Mad King's Legacy' is within Svetra's territory. Otherwise, you wouldn't have rushed all the way from Luster to the North. You also changed your original route of choosing 'Soldier' to '
Warrior' - these are all changes you make after confirming some information that only you know."
This lady with multiple identities looked exactly as I expected.
Goethe, on the other hand, was too lazy to speak.
But after seeing Goethe's appearance, Silla became more and more convinced of her guess.
She raised her hand to grab Goethe's sleeve and looked at Goethe with a pleading look.
"Don't forget your promise!"
"No big deal, no big deal... I just want a little less."
"And I promise I won't do anything bad to you - I swear!"
Saying that, Silla swore.
Goethe looked at Silla who raised her hands and swore, and inexplicably the image of a shoebill stork that plucked out its feathers and gave them away came to mind.
So similar.
"Uh-huh."
Goethe agreed casually.
Silla jumped up happily, looking like I am very smart and nothing can be hidden from me.
Then, he kept jumping up and down and left the tent.
“Silla’s teacher must be very hard, right?”
"The reason for 'dead'."
"Most likely, I don't want to face such a smart 'Sheila'."
Goethe thought about it, shook his head, stood up and opened the tent curtain.
Swart was walking from a distance carrying a pot.
"Hey, late night snack!"
"I found bacon, potatoes, radishes, onions and bran bread in the miner's kitchen."
The sergeant smiled and placed the pot in his hand in the middle of the tent, and then took out a dinner plate, spoon, and sliced bread from the cloth bag behind him.
The potatoes were stewed so badly that they turned into puree when pressed with a spoon, so that the soup became thicker. However, the presence of radish dyed the thick soup a light yellow color.
But the most appetizing thing is that the fat from the bacon floats on the top layer of the soup, turning the originally light yellow soup into a golden yellow.
Goethe took a sip.
The saltiness was moderate, so I used my favorite way to eat it - soaking the bread in the soup, letting the bread soak up the soup, and then put it in my mouth for a sip.
It melts in your mouth, the aroma of the soup is mixed with the flavor of wheat, making even the bran delicious.
"Come on, try this."
Swart took out two grilled onions and handed one to Goethe.
The onions are charred on the outside, but soft and crispy on the inside.
It's not contradictory.
It is a kind of food that retains a fresh and tender feeling after being cooked.
"How did you do it?"
Goethe was very curious.
He has cooked onions, and the roasted onions are completely soft, and it is impossible to achieve this level of softness and crispness.
Swart smiled proudly.
"Yes, Grease!"
"Before grilling, cut a slit on the onion head, and drip in fat little by little. Only in this way can the onion remain a little crispy - this is our family's secret recipe!"
"My mom taught me that!"
Swart is very proud.
Goethe said nothing because his mouth was already full of food.
Still, I can give you a thumbs up.
It took more than an hour to eat this late-night snack.
It wasn’t that it took a long time to eat. In fact, at Goethe’s eating speed, he finished it in ten minutes. The reason why it took so long was because Swart was talking about some miscellaneous things next to him.
There is life and there are dreams.
It was only then that Goethe discovered that Swart had the dream of becoming a "sailor".
"You're not a sailor, are you?"
"Probably I want to travel around the world."
"Or..."
"Wandering!"
The police chief said, laughing to himself.
"Who didn't have some wild and unruly dreams when they were young?"
With these words, the police chief began to put away the tableware. When he walked to the tent curtain and Goethe lifted the curtain, the police chief asked in a voice that only two people could hear.
"Are you sure?"
"If you're not sure...just run!"
"Let's go to Fabol!"
“I really can’t go to Rudes!”
"Just live, there's no shame in it!"
Goethe laughed.
"I'm sure."
"Leave it to me."
Goethe said this.
The police sergeant stared closely into Goethe's eyes. Looking at those eyes that were as calm as ever without any disturbance, the police sergeant nodded, turned around and walked towards the miners' kitchen.
The steps are much easier than before.
Goethe, however, suppressed his smile and his expression became serious.
People have feelings.
When others treat you with sincerity, it is difficult for you to remain indifferent.
'You are not suitable to be a killer, you are suitable to be a cook!'
When he was in his hometown, his instructor once said this to him while eating the noodles he cooked - because the instructor exempted him from a punishment and allowed him to keep his fingers intact, so he used his own
The negligible points were exchanged for ingredients in the club excluding nutritious meals, and I cooked a meal for the other party.
"yes."
"I'm not fit to be a killer."
"It's not suitable to be a cleaner either."
"Not suitable for being a bounty hunter."
"At first I really just wanted to be a cook, open a small night stall, cook my own specialties, surrounded by two or three stools, put a TV and a radio, and the TV should be on but muted
, turn the radio to mid-range..."
"It's a pity that I came here on the first day of retirement."
Goethe subconsciously touched his trouser pocket.
However, it came up empty.
There are no cigarettes and no lighters.
He could only lie down and lean on the bag full of coins.
Involuntarily, Gergil K. appeared in his mind.
Then, Emle.K, Simle.K.
Next, Scrooge Grams.
Finally, I turned back to Swart.
He felt sincerity from these people.
Such sincerity made it impossible for him to turn a blind eye.
His fingers touched the [Mad King's Ring] on the index finger of his left hand.
The longest cooling time of the three dim stars is [2 days, 09 hours and 59 minutes].
Therefore, he chose three days.
He hopes to give himself a little more chance.
Even if you fail in the face of a new 'secret realm', there is still a chance to turn around.
call!
Goethe took a deep breath and looked at the white star that was like butter and exuded alluring brilliance.
[Yes/No, consume 2000 gold grams to open the ‘Secret Realm’? 】
…
"yes!"
After answering in the affirmative, light and shadow flickered in front of his eyes.
Lines of text began to appear.
[Entering the ‘Secret Realm’, determining...]
[With the ‘secret key’, the judgment is passed! 】
[The original holder of the 'Secret Realm' has died and is being judged...]
[The original identity is determined to be dead!]
[The new holder will start over with a new identity!]
…
In a trance, Goethe stood in a dilapidated house.
Everything around was smelly and moldy.
However, an invitation is different.
The material is of high quality and the workmanship is exquisite. Even though it is stained with blood, it is still difficult to hide the luxury inside. I can see it says——
Tickets for the ‘10th Unlimited Fighting Tournament (Qualifier)’!
