Enos and her party of hundreds of horses set up camp five miles away from the mine.
After that, the other party took the guardian knights Kendi Else and Milai directly to the mine.
There wasn't any tension.
There is no such thing as aggressiveness.
The lady looked at the Halest elite guarding the mine with a smile on her face, waiting quietly for Goethe to appear.
When Goethe appeared, the lady's eyes lit up.
That's an instinct.
Goethe frowned secretly.
The other person's gaze made him feel disgusted.
It's like being at your hometown club and a guy has this look on his first day at the club, and when he refuses, he's thrown into the death row.
The only difference is that the other party is a man.
Enos is a woman.
but,
Goethe was even more disgusted.
Moreover, Enos arrived faster than expected.
He thought the other party would not arrive until at least tomorrow morning.
"Did you just give up all the spoils of Snowfield City and put everything into the duel?"
Goethe felt wary in his heart.
It is not easy to give up what you have got.
Especially for a greedy person, it is even more deadly.
But the other party did this.
Either it's a sure win in a duel.
Or there are other plans.
Of course, it's more likely - both.
Moreover, the other party should not know that the operation to kidnap Silla failed at this moment.
Otherwise, I wouldn't be so calm and relaxed.
However, it is not ruled out that the other party may have back-ups.
While Goethe was thinking, he looked at Kendi Ers next to him.
Wearing a linen robe, one arm, and an old face.
The other party looks a bit like an old farmer who has been tortured by life, if...if he didn't have the sword.
Leather scabbard, smooth hilt.
When the opponent's palm rested on the hilt of the sword, a sharp aura faintly erupted.
The wind changed at this moment.
Not only does it make it sicker, but it also hurts people when it blows on them.
Oh!
Art sneered, and when the wind blew over, he stood in front of Goethe. His violent momentum made the captain of the Fourth Guard of the Archduke stand up and roar like a giant bear.
roar!
The swift, sharp wind dissipated in an instant.
Art took advantage of the situation and took a step forward.
The same goes for Kendi Els.
The confrontation between the two made the surrounding area instantly tense.
At this time, Goethe and Enos stepped forward in unison and stood in front of Art and Kendiers respectively. The lady looked at Goethe who came out, with a slight smile on her face.
.
"Your Excellency Goethe, you are more handsome than I imagined."
"Don't talk to me, I have mysophobia."
Goethe said calmly.
Suddenly, Enos's face stiffened.
The people next to him looked even more ugly.
But can't refute it.
Because, this is the fact.
Enos was famous far and wide at the time, and the reason why her engagement to Simler Ke fell through was because she was caught by Gezier Ke. Although there was a plan, in 1v8, Gezier only planned it.
2 people, and the remaining 6 people are all the other party's male servants.
The corner of Art's mouth curled up.
The fourth captain of the Archduke's guard gave a thumbs up sign.
Goethe ‘cannot see’.
However, Enos on the other side can see it!
Enos, who had a stiff face to begin with, turned pale.
"I hope the duel in two days will be as exciting as I think it will be."
Enos said this, her voice was squeezed out from between her teeth, and her eyes were filled with real malice.
And Goethe?
But he turned around and left.
Obviously, Goethe was using actions to implement his statement "I have mysophobia".
And this made the livid-faced Enos gnash her teeth.
Then, he turned around, mounted his horse, and left quickly.
"Kendy, are you sure?"
Enos asked.
"have."
The guardian knight said concisely and concisely.
"very good!"
"As expected of my guardian knight!"
Enos praised, but deep down in her heart she was even more impatiently waiting for the duel in two days.
"Wait, Goethe!"
"I want you to kneel at my feet and lick my toes!"
"I want you to beg for mercy from me!"
"In the end, I will cut you to death with a thousand knives!"
Enos shouted crazily in her heart.
But these have nothing to do with Goethe.
Back in the tent, Goethe asked Art about the whereabouts of Bailey the Bear.
"Just north of the mine, in an isolated mountain cave less than 100 miles away, is an adult Bailey bear. He is strong, huge, and has sharp claws - that place has become its territory. There are no other animals. It's very good.
try to find."
Art immediately said the news that he had planned to tell Goethe before.
Moreover, in order to be more intuitive, Art also drew a map for Goethe.
The pen traced quickly on the parchment.
Two minutes later, a map appeared.
"Master Goethe, please be careful."
"Bailey Bear's fur protects against small-caliber firearms."
"And its claws can easily tear through iron armor."
"At the same time, it is very fast. Even a cheetah cannot escape its pursuit in a short period of time - its only drawback is its lack of endurance. You can start from this aspect."
When handing the map to Goethe, Art warned—the captain of the Fourth Guard of the Archduke did not say anything about following.
He knew very well that the first baptism and training of a 'warrior' was to hunt a Bailey bear with bare hands.
"Well, thank you, Art."
Goethe thanked him.
Immediately, the fourth captain of the Grand Duke's guard burst into laughter.
"It's my pleasure!"
"I will wait here for your triumphant return!"
The fourth captain of the Archduke's guard smiled and left the tent.
Silla, who was waiting outside for Swart, immediately walked in.
The two of them had already packed their bags and were about to set off together.
"Sorry."
"This time I have to go alone!"
Goethe said this.
Swart was puzzled, but Silla guessed something.
"Is there anything you need?"
the woman with multiple identities asked.
"Can you lend me some money?"
Goethe said sincerely.
Silla turned and left.
Swart followed closely behind.
Looking at the tent curtains swinging back and forth, Goethe couldn't help but sigh.
“People’s hearts are not as old as they used to be!”
After sighing like this, Goethe began to pack his bags.
Dry food, water, blankets and weapons and ammunition.
Then, there is the hooded cloak that covers the face.
Although Enos would not take action against him at this time even if she was just pretending, but just in case, he still needed to cover his body - of course, he also had two insurances.
Goethe's fingers touched the [Morning Shelter] hidden in his waist.
This dagger was sheathed by him, and it was also disguised to some extent.
At this moment, it looks like an ordinary dagger.
As for another insurance?
Naturally it is [Bloody Honor]!
He can completely replace Bailey Bear with [Bloody Honor] and complete his first baptism.
However, Goethe had no intention of doing this until the last moment.
"I hope it won't be used."
Goethe whispered to himself. The opponent he was thinking about at the moment was no longer Enos, but the power of the 'Tesine Royal Family' who accompanied Enos - unlike Enos, if these guys knew that he had left the camp
, I will definitely take action impatiently.
As for Enos’ reputation?
For these guys, it doesn't matter at all.
In other words, this is what these guys want.
The more chaos there is in the northern territory, the happier these guys will be.
Goethe, who knew this well, narrowed his eyes slightly.
He was thinking of a more solid plan.
And at this time——
Silla ran back.
In her hand she held a money box.
There was a rattling sound inside, and Goethe knew it contained Jin Ke without asking.
Involuntarily, surprise appeared in Goethe's eyes.
Faced with such surprise, Silla raised her head proudly.
"1000 gold grams!"
"Is that enough?"
"Enough!"
"Thank you!"
Goethe thanked him.
"You're welcome. Who told us to be friends?"
"However, this is lent to you, and you have to pay it back - if you don't, if you find the knowledge about the 'Mad King's Legacy', you must let me read more!"
"Just a little!"
Silla gestured with her fingers.
"good!"
Goethe nodded.
It was slightly different from the previous casualness. This time, it was a little serious.
Silla got the promise and ran away happily.
Swart, who was leaning on the side of the tent, sighed and threw the money bag over. Goethe raised his hand to catch it.
"I'm not as rich as Silla. 300 gold tickets - my entire wealth!"
"Remember, you must pay it back!"
"This contains my pension money!"
Swart warned with a sad face, looking extremely distressed.
Goethe was smiling.
Immediately, Swart felt even more distressed.
"Can I regret it?"
the sergeant asked.
Goethe put the gold ticket in the money box and put the money box in his backpack. Then, after putting the backpack on his back, he tied the backpack tightly to himself with two belts.
After doing all this, Goethe looked at Swart.
"What do you think?"
"I feel like I can't go back on my word."
Swart looked sad.
This is no show, this police chief is really distressed.
But what can be done?
Goethe was his rare friend.
"Be careful!"
Swart warned.
"Know!"
"Although it is unlikely, if something unexpected happens or you encounter danger - you must follow Silla closely!"
Goethe said seriously.
"Follow Sheila?"
Although he didn't know why Goethe asked him to do this, Swart nodded immediately.
When it comes to matters of life, Swart is never careless.
By the time Swart was about to say something else, Goethe had already disappeared from the sergeant's sight.
"Be sure to come back safely!"
The sergeant muttered to himself.
Swart could no longer see Goethe, but some people discovered Goethe as soon as he left the mine.
"It's just as you guessed!"
"Goethe is preparing to hunt Bailey Bear and complete his first baptism to increase his chances of winning the duel!"
A voice sounded from the shadows.
Then, this voice asked for instructions.
"Sir, shall we take action now?"
"Of course not!"
"This is too close to the camp in the north. Let's ask him to go farther away, preferably near Bailey Bear's den - there, he will definitely be alone, which is our best chance to strike!"
"or……"
"We can wait until he kills Bailey Bear and arranges the baptism ceremony before we take action!"
Another voice sounded from the shadows.
Then, the shadow squirmed and disappeared.
Goethe, who was walking forward, seemed not to notice at all.
