Before Scheifes could actually shout out his words, he was interrupted by a dagger.
The small, light gray-green dagger was inserted into the throat of this extraordinary member of the Tesine royal family.
puff!
No blood was shed.
The gray-green light came to life the moment it touched the blood.
They made a cheerful squeaking sound.
They raised their wings and front eagles.
They entered quickly along the wound.
"Bug! Bug!"
"Uh uh uh!"
After Shyforth shouted twice, all he could do was struggle, because these tiny gray-green insects not only sucked blood, but also quickly devoured muscles, bones and internal organs.
"I am a fair person."
"Since you dare to come to the north to spread the plague."
"Then I will let all the insects eat your heart!"
"rest assured……"
"I won't let you die so easily."
"I will torture you bit by bit, making you unable to live or die, making you regret setting foot in the North, and living in hell every moment, repenting of your so-called plan!"
"certainly!"
"You're just getting started!"
Gejir smiled and spoke very slowly, word by word.
However, the gloominess in the eyes of this young prince made people shudder.
Schaeffers saw it.
This extraordinary person of the royal family of Tesin begged for mercy with his eyes.
Gejir ignored him, he restrained the other party, took off the other party's clothes, and put on the other party's clothes.
He asked his men to take him back to the mine.
And him?
A potion appeared in Gergil's hand, and he drank it.
The muscles and bones begin to move.
Under the kind of pain that could make ordinary people scream and wail to the point of fainting, Gejir looked calm.
When everything stopped, Girgil became 'Sheerfus'.
He played with the 'Sheerforth' crystal.
He felt that the crystal had a better place to go.
Of course, that was after the competition in the mine.
"Well done, Goethe."
Gergil put on his cloak and returned to the city hall, thinking silently in his heart.
When he separated from Goethe, he knew that Goethe, his younger brother, would not be honest and obedient.
But what I didn't expect was that Goethe would do this.
He has quite a bit of the demeanor of his eldest brother, Simlei Ke.
Gergil was happy about this.
Because this itself is the continuation of the bloodline.
And him?
Not the same.
His talent was not outstanding, so he chose a different path.
Buzz!
A green bean-sized, scarlet bug flew out of the city hall, landed on Gergil's shoulder, and quickly crawled into his clothes - after being rejected by the prestigious Academy of Fine Arts, he had
He was frustrated, but his father, brothers, and sister were by his side to encourage him without any sarcastic words.
All she has is soft-spoken care.
Only then did he understand what "home" means.
Therefore, when someone wants to destroy his 'home', he can't help but get excited and angry.
His original plan was to use the most direct plan to crush everyone including Enos.
But now?
He was willing to cooperate with Goethe's plan.
Not only because this plan is more in line with the style of the 'Ke family', it will also make it easier for Goethe to control the entire Svetla territory afterwards.
As for the early layout, was the layout in vain?
He is happy.
Because Goethe called him "brother."
"Sheerfus, this is Svetra collar!"
The young man walking towards me spoke very rudely.
It's Mi Lai and the other party's teacher.
The guardian knight stood behind his disciple, staring at him.
The disguised Grand Duke and his third son smiled and looked unwilling to argue.
The two sides just passed each other.
The smile faded and a coldness appeared in his eyes.
Svetra collar?
No!
This is the North!
It’s the territory of the ‘Ke family’!
…
Outside the mines and camps.
From time to time a crow flies by.
Silla took one look and walked out of the camp heartlessly.
Next to the camp, about less than 200 meters away, there was an open space - this was the place she noticed last night.
Very suitable for practicing swordsmanship, knife throwing and other skills.
'If you want to prevent yourself from dying due to accidents, then practice the skills I gave you and practice them to your best ability!'
This is what her teacher told her.
Sheila remembered it in her heart.
Whenever she has time, she will hone the skills taught to her by her teacher.
Of course, there are also things that grandpa taught her.
However, it is different from what the teacher taught.
What grandpa taught her was a bit complicated...
Um!
It's just a bit complicated.
With her intelligence, she has just completed this twice in more than two years.
The first time, it seemed that apart from making her look better, it only slightly enhanced her physique.
But will it be different the second time?
I saw Silla put down the long sword, dagger, dagger, and throwing knife in her hand, stood there, and took several deep breaths.
Inexplicably, Sheila's sense of presence became a little weaker.
Even though he is standing there, no one will notice him.
Then……
Lift up with one foot.
Quick, accurate, ruthless, and extremely sudden.
It's just like Goethe's "tickling the vaginal legs" that he's best at.
No!
It's not the move, but when she performs this kick, Silla's expression and temperament are moving closer to Goethe.
But then, wisdom appeared in his eyes again.
Fatigue appeared on Silla's face.
"Why is it so difficult to imitate Goethe?"
"Obviously when you imitate Swart, you can last for a long time."
"Is it because Goethe has become extraordinary?"
"But those extraordinary ones before can be imitated without any problem - as expected..."
"It actually makes the teacher remember him until he dies!"
"But don't worry, teacher!"
"I will definitely help you find it!"
When she thought of being able to fulfill her teacher's last wish, the lady immediately started practicing her assassin-like skills again with great motivation.
Fast and elegant.
There is a special kind of beauty.
But extremely deadly!
A full two hours!
When her body reached its limit, Silla stopped. She began to hide the throwing knives, long swords, daggers, and daggers on her body again, and walked towards a tree next to the clearing.
"Grandpa said there will be delicious snacks here!"
Silla raised her hand and reached into the tree hole.
The next moment, I took out a beautifully packaged snack box.
With a cheer, Silla's fatigue was swept away.
Holding the box in my arms, I happily returned to the camp.
And after Silla left——
well!
Full of exhaustion, tired but reluctant sighs echoed in this open space.
A figure appeared behind the tree, carrying a corpse with a broken neck.
Watching the direction in which Silla left, the figure raised his head and glanced at the invisible crow on the tree, then disappeared in place.
"Discovered!"
Goethe sat up straight in the tent, with a look of surprise on his face.
Ever since he obtained [Ominous Cry] and could use [Blood Crow Spirit]'s vision, Goethe could be said to be invincible. He had never been discovered. Even in Luster, he was able to handle it with ease.
But this time it was discovered.
Although the other party had no ill intentions, Goethe became wary.
The invincible [Blood Crow Spirit] made him relax his vigilance.
This time the other party should be Silla's 'dead' 'teacher', so it shouldn't matter.
But what about next time?
Will there be such good luck?
"You can't relax, Goethe!"
Goethe told himself this, but his footsteps involuntarily walked towards Silla's tent.
He was just a little curious about the other teacher.
It's definitely not because of that box of snacks.
It looks like there are thousands of layers inside!
Where did the other party's teacher come from?
When Goethe lifted the tent curtain and walked into Silla's tent, Silla quickly hid the cakes behind her.
"I didn't wipe my mouth clean, it was full of cream."
Goethe said this and raised his hand to wipe the cream on the corner of Silla's mouth.
"ah?!"
Silla was so frightened that she jumped up and huddled in the corner of the tent.
Goethe picked up the pastry box with a smile.
Fortunately, the puff pastry was not eaten.
Plus, mulberries are added!
Under the layers of pastry, the sweet cream, combined with the sweet and sour mulberry, is a feeling of advancing layer by layer. When it finally merges, the flavor bursts out on the taste buds.
Goethe couldn't help but narrowed his eyes.
It was only then that Silla realized that there was no cream at the corner of her mouth.
"Goethe, you lied to me!"
Silla ran back and questioned Goethe.
Goethe, who was well prepared, dipped his fingers into some butter stained on the pastry box and spread it on the corners of Sheila's mouth.
"Now there is."
After Goethe finished speaking, he picked up another piece of mango mousse.
Silla, on the other hand, was completely stunned.
It wasn't until Goethe ate all the cakes in the pastry box that Silla came back to her senses.
His face was a little flushed.
His eyes were still a little blurry.
Silla looked at Goethe and opened her mouth to say something.
"I like long legs, big X, and a cold face. You don't do that. Don't worry!"
Goethe spoke first, turned around and walked out of the tent.
He just came to eat cakes.
As for the rest?
Not at all.
When a shoebill stork stares at you and you don’t know what to do, just smile!
But, remember, don't let it jump to you.
Otherwise, it will want to taste you.
The tent curtain was still swinging back and forth.
Goethe had already left the tent.
Silla picked up the pastry box and wanted to smash it out, but when she saw the two puffs and one egg tart left inside, she couldn't bear to part with it, so she just sat there and ate it bit by bit.
As for what Goethe said?
When she ate the second puff, Sheila completely forgot about it.
She was completely intoxicated by the sweetness of the cream.
So sweet~
…
Goethe, who unexpectedly got an afternoon tea, met Art unexpectedly when he returned to his tent with satisfaction.
The captain of the fourth regiment of the Grand Duke Guards had a long life. After seeing Goethe, a smile appeared on his rough face. Just when he was about to speak, the orderly soldier ran over——
