Even because of worry, the voice of this young man who was ruthless and cruel towards his enemies had a vibrato.
At the same time, the third son of the Grand Duke looked at Grand Duke Scrooge Grams with unprecedented seriousness, and compared them one by one with the knowledge about injuries and illnesses that he had learned in his mind.
Nervous sweat dripped from his forehead.
He was worried that the same situation would happen.
And the Grand Duke?
With a smile.
"I'm fine, I just set off a smoke bomb."
The Grand Duke waved his greasy hand and motioned for Goethe and Gergil to sit down.
Gergil finally breathed a sigh of relief and sat down with Goethe. After the two juniors sat down, the Grand Duke raised his hand and tore off two roasted beef legs and handed them over.
Goethe took it with a smile.
Gejir, however, subconsciously wanted to look for tableware.
However, under the "paternal majesty" gaze of the Grand Duke, he could only obediently hold the roasted beef leg and start chewing it.
"We are not those fools like Fabol. When there are no outsiders, we still have to keep up the so-called big goose wipe the shit!"
"It should be the most relaxing time when there are no outsiders."
"Gegil, you should keep in mind that when you can't maintain your true self when there are no outsiders, then you are not far away from being lost - you will constrain yourself according to the rigid set of dogmas formulated by those bastards, thereby making your brain
Become dull, rigid, and no longer have any creativity and... potential!"
"When I look for utensils and eat in small bites, I am maintaining my true self. Isn't this habit you impose on me a rigid dogma?"
The third son of the Grand Duke whispered.
"What did you say? Louder?"
The Grand Duke glared.
"Nothing, Father, you are right!"
The third son of the Grand Duke raised his head and answered with a smile on his face.
As for Goethe?
After eating several meals of dry food, how could he be so reserved when it came to roast beef shank?
When you bite into it, the beef is grilled to perfection and the juice immediately fills your mouth. It is really great.
And the little bit of lemon sourness mixed in it made Goethe's appetite whet his appetite.
However, what satisfied Goethe the most was the black pepper.
Pick up these black peppercorns that have been ground to a suitable size and throw them on the roasted beef leg. When the black pepper particles collide with the beef leg, some of them stick directly to the roasted beef leg along with the fat, while others fall into the roasted beef leg.
In the fire, amidst the crackling sound, the slightly pungent spicy fragrance penetrated into the nose, and the crackling sound after the grease fell made Goethe unable to open his eyes.
How can one roast beef shank be enough?
Goethe looked at the cow's back.
Tender tenderloin!
At this time, it is already baked and crispy!
"Get on it! Get on it!"
The Grand Duke laughed hahaha.
Goethe was not polite, he grabbed a piece of it, pulled it with skill, and pulled off a complete piece.
Lifting the tenderloin high, Goethe leaned down, used his teeth and tongue at the same time, and swallowed the entire tenderloin into his mouth.
Seeing Goethe's way of eating meat, which was the same as his own, the Archduke laughed again.
It was not until this time that Goethe also discovered the difference in the Archduke.
Not only is the aura more powerful, sitting there is like a mountain, but...
easy?
That’s right!
It's so easy!
In the previous exchanges, although the Grand Duke did not show it, Goethe noticed that the Grand Duke's brows would wrinkle from time to time, and there were always thoughts in his eyes.
And now?
The thoughts are still there, but the brows are relaxed more often.
The Grand Duke noticed Goethe's gaze, and the Guardian of the North nodded.
"The war will be over soon!"
Immediately, Goethe and Gergil looked at each other with unconcealable shock on their faces.
According to the information currently collected, Goethe has already classified this war into a protracted type, and it will not slow down until at least the winter comes in the north.
But how long has it been now?
It’s only been a week!
How could it be over so quickly?
Completely anticlimactic!
Unconsciously, this word came to Goethe's mind.
As for Gergil?
This third son of the Grand Duke was far more shocked than Goethe.
In the heart of the third son of the Grand Duke, this war is a decisive battle concerning the life and death of the Northern Territory.
Even if we enter the northern winter, it will not end!
It will not truly end until at least 2-3 years later, when Te Siyin's side falls in the north!
For this purpose, he also prepared many special things.
But why did it end so suddenly?
Not complaining.
No dissatisfaction whatsoever.
As the son of the Grand Duke of the North, he absolutely did not want the war to spread to the North. He wished that the war would end soon - but this kind of surprise mixed with the feeling of powerlessness after punching the enemy empty made him a little at a loss what to do.
Goethe and Gergil couldn't help but sit up straight.
They all looked at the Grand Duke.
The smile on the Grand Duke's face became brighter and brighter. He looked at his son and nephew and said -
"Because, I killed Mosalik!"
"What?"
Gejir stood up directly.
Mosalik, one of the princes of the Tesine royal family, helps George VI in charge of economy and diplomacy externally, but Gezier knows that the other party is a special profession that embarks on the path of a 'warrior': a 'dragon-blooded warrior'!
Moreover, it is still the third level!
‘Dragon Blood Warrior’ is a special baptism method that can only be chosen by the Tesin royal family who control the secret realm ‘Dragon Island’.
The body is stronger than ordinary 'warriors'.
Especially at the first level, he can almost crush ordinary 'warriors' with his powerful body.
When reaching the second level, the 'madness' of the 'berserker' makes the 'dragon-blooded warrior' slightly more dominant.
Only when a 'warrior' is promoted to the third level 'Hell Blooded One' can he truly be compared to a 'Dragon Blood Warrior'.
It is also because of the special baptism inheritance of 'Dragon Blood Warrior' that the Tesin royal family is considered powerful by the North.
After all, the first level after three baptisms is too easy compared to the second and third levels.
The second and third levels not only require resources, but also the talents of the baptizer, especially the third level, which is even smaller in number.
And what about the first level?
As long as your talent is not bad, you can definitely use resources to build it up.
According to Enmlai's secret investigation, there are 400+ "professionals" who have reached the first level in Tesin, 40+ who have reached the second level, and four who have reached the third level, namely Gerald
, the three princes Mosalik, Ronald and the palace knight 'Histor' - this is the data that can be investigated on the surface, and does not include the 'Keeper of Secrets', but how many are there secretly, even if they are
It's impossible to investigate Emley's secrets.
In the north, there are 60 first-level 'professionals', 10 second-level 'professionals', and three third-level 'professionals'. His father, his brother, and the captain of the first team of the Grand Duke's Guard, Sk
Si, it can be said that it is completely at a disadvantage - if it were not for the fact that Fabol, Rudes, Yatuk, and Lidal were on the sidelines, and a real war broke out, which would drag the entire Te Siin into the quagmire.
Gejir never believed that the North could hold out.
That's why he chose another 'road' to help the North.
Enmley made the same choice.
But even so, it is very difficult.
Gejier didn't know what Enmlai was like. After so many years of hard work, he could only close about one-fifth of the gap. This was only for first- and second-level professionals.
Facing the third level?
His chances of winning are probably only 20%.
Although he didn't know what Emle was like, Gergill estimated that it was similar.
However, if one of Tesin's third levels disappears...
etc!
Gejir, who was thinking, suddenly came back to his senses.
My father is very strong, but Mosalik is not weak either.
Father, if you want to kill Mossarik, there is absolutely no way you will lose anything, unless...
Gergil looked at Archduke Scrooge Grams with excitement on his face.
When he saw his son showing the same expression as he had imagined, Grand Duke Scrooge's dignity as a father was greatly satisfied, and he nodded with satisfaction.
"Yes, I have been promoted to the fourth level."
"I am now..."
"'legend'!"
Extraordinary people who have been baptized three times are called professionals.
Once a third-level professional advances, he is called a 'legend'.
“This is so great!”
"In this way, the Tesin royal family can..."
There was fierceness in Gejir's eyes.
Gezier hated the Tesine royal family from the bottom of his heart.
The same goes for Simley and Emley.
Starting from their grandfather, the two sides had a feud.
It would be an understatement to say they are mortal enemies.
However, the Grand Duke waved his hand with a serious face.
"It's not time yet!"
"Is there anything hidden in the royal family of Tesin?"
"George VI?"
Facing his son's question, the Grand Duke pondered for a moment and said: "Jock VI is a ruthless guy. He has never regarded himself as a member of the Tesine royal family, or in other words, he has no sense of honor.
He has a sense of belonging by blood, only regards himself as the only one, and is an extremely selfish guy - such a guy can sell his soul for his own benefit."
"So, in order to make himself live a better life, he arranged one game after another."
"We are among them!"
"Before, we were just pawns on his chessboard, used to deal with..."
"Some guy!"
Speaking of this, the Grand Duke's face became more and more serious.
He looked at Goethe and Gergil and spoke word by word.
"Don't ask me who some of these guys are, I won't tell you and I can't tell you - you just need to know that George VI is a harmless kid compared to 'them'."
Goethe and Gergil immediately frowned.
"Isn't it okay with 'Legend' too?"
"'Legend' is not impossible, but a 'legend' certainly cannot be used!"
"So, I have to let myself be 'injured', so George VI will definitely 'die' - and if he doesn't want to be targeted, he will definitely 'cover up' for me."
"And this will buy us enough time until this guy is fully prepared, or until he is discovered by 'them'."
The Grand Duke revealed more secrets.
Goethe's brows furrowed more and more tightly.
He almost instinctively thought of the scene that happened when the world was upgraded.
But then, he suppressed his thoughts.
But the palpitations reappeared.
It's just different from the previous one that was so intense that Goethe almost thought he was going to die soon. This time, although he was frightened, he didn't feel the most direct death.
Moreover, Goethe's 'heart' could also discern that the two seemed to come from different 'places'.
"It feels like...the so-called 'world's underworld' is safer than I thought?"
Goethe compared the differences.
But immediately, Goethe cleared his mind again.
His 'heart' told him that if he continued to think about it, something bad would definitely happen.
The same goes for Gejir on the side.
The third son of the Grand Duke had a cold sweat on his face.
“Who exactly are ‘they’?”
Even though he knew he wouldn't get an accurate answer, Gejir couldn't help but ask.
After pondering for a while, the Grand Duke described it this way——
