The only sound left was the sizzling sound of the remaining grease on the grill dripping into the charcoal brazier.
The Grand Duke sat there wiping his oily palms. He did not rush Goethe and Gergil - because when he first learned this information, he was far more shocked than his two juniors.
He immediately screamed out in surprise.
He even paced around the room restlessly and walked in circles.
He almost hit the wall.
Ten minutes later, Gejir exhaled a long breath——
"Do Fabol, Rudes, Yatuk, and the Lidal royal family know?"
Gergil asked.
Goethe immediately guessed what Gergil was thinking.
Quantitative changes can lead to qualitative changes.
Even when we are weak, unity can defeat the strong.
When facing a strong enemy, forming an alliance is the only choice.
However, the Grand Duke shook his head.
"Maybe you know, maybe you don't know, it's more likely you know and pretend you don't know."
"In this world, we, the Ke family, will not unconditionally trust anyone else except our family members. Others also have their own bottom lines to abide by, but this definitely does not include these royal families."
"Especially a guy who can become a king..."
"Each one is extremely sinister."
The Grand Duke warned.
"That king of Fabol too?"
"certainly!"
"Although compared to George VI, he is an idiot, but this is only compared to an old fox like George VI, in fact?"
"The whole of Fabol is under the control of the other party, and, according to his own ideas, it is changing bit by bit."
As he spoke, the Grand Duke pulled out two messages from the side.
One is from Bear's Castle.
One from Fabol.
Bear's Castle said: The battle between Simlei Ke and Dirkmo, the general leader of the "Rose Knights" ended in a draw.
The news about Fabol is interesting.
"The nobles of Fabol are dissatisfied with the draw between the leader of the 'Knights of the Rose' and their brother, Lord Dirkmer, and have launched an impeachment? King Fabol listened to the opinions of his courtier Bolti and is
The leader of his own knighthood?"
"Are these guys stupid?"
Every time he saw information about Fabol, Gergil always had a feeling of incomprehension.
Dirkmo's ability to fight to a draw with his elder brother is enough to illustrate his strength.
In addition, the other party is only slightly older than his brother, so his potential is naturally endless.
Maybe he will become a ‘legend’ one day!
Moreover, it is rumored that the other party does not have any more bad habits, and he likes food, fancy clothes, and women - such hobbies are nothing in Tesin, let alone Fabol, who is famous for his enthusiasm and unrestrainedness.
It can be called a beautiful talk.
But this kind of person was actually impeached?
"It's just a battle of interests."
"The rise of Dirkmer disrupted many people's plans, including that of King Fabol."
"So, the other party is trying to recover the loss."
"This matter will cause chaos in Fabol. In the end, the other party will probably launch another 'war' against us - not on a large scale, but on a small scale, similar to a royal hunt."
"them……"
"Want to save your dignity?"
Gergil rolled his eyes.
He didn't even bother to pay attention to this meaningless behavior.
Which is more important, dignity or life?
Gergil undoubtedly stood for the latter.
Of course, this is a prerequisite that family members are not involved.
If it involves family members, someone touches his family...
The ashes were raised by the other party.
Double standards?
A little bit.
The Ke family has a tradition.
"Since it's a royal hunt, it's a competition!"
"The best place is the inland sea. They won't want to compete with us in fishing, right?"
As the third son of the Grand Duke spoke, he turned to look at Goethe.
"I'm still thinking about the 'Black Hand of the World' question just now...Uncle, where did you get the news?"
Goethe looked at the Archduke.
"The treasure of the ancestral land - my father, your great-uncle left Bode after receiving part of the 'family property' and 'inheritance' from your great-grandfather. He kept going north and finally came to 'Bear Castle', where
It was a completely unexpected adventure, and in the end, your great-uncle, my father, became the biggest winner of that adventure."
"He found a legacy of our ancestor 'Modeus' in Bear's Keep."
"I call it a treasure!"
"There are not only parts of the ancestors' diaries there, but also the complete 'Warrior' baptism inheritance and the original research on the 'Volibear Breathing Technique'."
"Of course, there is also a lot of wealth!"
"Because of this, our Ke family was able to quickly become the king of the north."
"The 'Black Hand of the World' was recorded in that diary. There were only a few words, but it was enough to make us vigilant. It was precisely because of this vigilance that my father and brothers discovered the layout of George VI.
They chose to let me 'live'."
The Grand Duke did not hide anything and explained bit by bit.
Goethe listened attentively.
Gejir also widened his eyes.
There is no doubt that this is the first time for the third son of the Grand Duke to hear such a secret.
"In other words, you should have died, but you were resurrected from the body of 'Kredor' using your mother's secret technique?"
"Well, our Ke family had no retreat at that time, so we could only take a risk."
"If it succeeds, we will get some breathing space."
"If we fail, we will be wiped out."
The Grand Duke nodded calmly.
"What about our bloodline?"
Gejir's face was full of confusion.
"It has nothing to do with 'Kredor', it is still the blood of the Ke family, although to a certain extent, it is not completely - it is like a broken ship, you repair it while driving, and when you complete the repair
When we reach the end of the journey, the ship looks the same, but the ship cannot be exactly the same as before."
The Grand Duke explained.
"Brother, do Emlay and Nina know?"
Gergil asked.
"have no idea."
"I'll tell them later."
"Now!"
"Go and clean things up nearby, especially in those towns!"
The Grand Duke suddenly became serious.
"good."
Gergil said and looked at Goethe, the meaning was obvious.
However, he was stopped by the Grand Duke.
"Go yourself!"
"Goethe will not help you, let alone appear in things related to you - I will not block the path you choose, but I don't want you to get 'lost', you know?"
The Grand Duke's voice rose a little higher.
"I know, I'll go right away!"
Gergil did not stop, got up and walked out.
Before leaving the house, he even winked at Goethe.
The meaning couldn't be more obvious, just to make Goethe say good things.
Goethe returned the look to show his agreement.
The Grand Duke saw it, but ignored it.
He wants his family to love each other.
In fact, he knew very well why Gergil did what he did.
well!
It’s all because he didn’t work hard enough in the first place!
When you react, you will regret it!
Fortunately, it's not too late!
Not only do his three sons have good talents, but even his nephew is also extremely talented.
This is really good news!
"[Volibear Breathing Technique] is the core secret technique of our family. My father and your great-uncle have devoted their whole life to how to perfectly coordinate it with the 'Warrior' baptism ceremony."
"We don't have a secret realm, so we can't become 'dragon-blooded warriors'. We can only pursue the path of 'warriors' to the end."
"Fortunately, my father did it - after receiving the inheritance from his ancestors."
"But it's not the end!"
"I, Simle, have chosen this path. Emle and Gergil are different. They have sacrificed too much for the Ke family and have chosen different paths. But Goethe, you have chosen this path again."
"Exactly three."
"It's really great."
"Three people?"
Goethe blinked.
"It's the secret code hidden in the diary by our ancestors - the peak of the 'warrior' path can only accommodate three people!"
"This is a secret related to the fifth level. Later, when you return to Bear Castle to worship your ancestors, you must read the information inside carefully, and it is best to memorize it all!"
"And the 'Hellblooded'..."
As he said this, the Grand Duke raised his hand.
The invisible power of Qi and blood was blocked throughout the room. After making sure that no one else could hear it, he spoke to Goethe.
Immediately, words appeared in front of Goethe's eyes——
[Special information, determining...]
[Judgment passed...]
[Get the advanced information of ‘Hell Blooded One’! 】
【1,‘心’5】
【2,'Ti'20】
[3. Possess the ‘Berserker’ prerequisite]
[4. Completely release the ‘madness’ in your heart 3 times, and then regain your sanity (0/3)]
[5. Pierce the body with the ‘golden horn’ and stay alive for 12 hours]
[Extra judgment in progress...]
【Judgment passed!】
【Hunt Mandos with bare hands and bathe your whole body with its blood!】
…
The text paused for about two seconds, and supplements began to appear——
[The trial of ‘Crazy’ can be replaced with 4 bloody honors]
[The ‘Golden Horn’ Piercing Trial can be replaced with 5 bloody honors]
[Bathing in the blood of Mandos, you can use 6 bloody honors instead]
…
"'Crazy' is a test of the will, and the 'Golden Horn' puncture is a test of the body. Only with a tough will and a strong body can one become a true 'Hellblooded' - the 'Golden Horn' is preserved in the bear
In the ancestral land of the castle, as for the trial of 'Madness', with Simlai and I here, you can unleash it to your heart's content. If something feels wrong, we will knock you out, and then we will continue. The more times you do it, the more you will get used to it.
Once you have it, you will be able to control yourself very well.”
The Grand Duke spoke from experience.
"As for 'The Fearless'?"
"It is only recorded in the ancestral land. According to tradition, Goethe, you must enter the ancestral land to read there - unless necessary, I will not violate this rule, and... you should also go to the ancestral land to see it."
Goethe couldn't help but nodded.
To be honest, he was really curious about the ancestral home of Bear Castle.
Of course, he also has many questions.
The most direct thing is, are the so-called extra judgments for the baptism of the second-level ‘Berserker’ and the third-level ‘Hellbloodeder’ lost? Or was there an error in the first place?
He believed that the Grand Duke would not lie to him.
He will find the answer himself.
If it is lost, he will "try his best" to make it up with reasonable reasons.
What if it was an intentional mistake?
Goethe would have been more cautious.
It didn't matter that he didn't know about the so-called 'Black Hand of the World' before, but now that he knew it, Goethe wished he could bury himself in the soil so that no one would notice, and wait until he had enough strength to appear again.
"By the way, where is the little girl Silla?"
"I think she and you..."
"Uncle, I suddenly realized that I need to retreat."
Before Archduke Scrooge finished speaking, Goethe showed an awkward but polite smile, stood up and left the room.
That speed is extremely fast.
When the door closed, Goethe was already standing in the Tosca Fortress.
Sheela?
Goethe stood there, with an image of Silla's indifferent and mute appearance in his mind. To be honest, Silla who didn't speak was indeed very charming, and Goethe even admitted that his heart was moved.
Involuntarily, Goethe looked at Silla and Swart, who were entering the military camp with two thousand elite cavalry to settle down.
Unlike Swart, who followed him honestly, Silla looked left and right. When she saw Goethe, she immediately ran over quietly and asked in a low voice: "Is the 'Mad King's Legacy' here?"
Saying that, Silla tilted her head and looked at Goethe who was silent.
"Silly bird."
Suddenly Goethe said this.
Sheila?
How is that possible!
Even if he were alone and widowed for the rest of his life, he would never consider this woman.
Silla was still asking.
"tell me!"
"Tell me quickly!"
"Are you trying to break your promise?"
"Don't do this!"
"At worst, I'll give in one more step!"
Buzz!
When Goethe heard such a sound, he felt as if three thousand flies were buzzing in his ears. Without hesitation, Goethe turned and left, while Silla followed closely, and the two of them circled the Tosca Fortress.
One chase and one escape on the racecourse.
Everyone saw this scene, and unconsciously, the corners of their mouths turned up slightly.
There is only one exception.
Seeing this scene, Silla’s teacher almost gritted her teeth.
"Asshole, stay away from my little Silla!"
"You bastard! Where do you put your hands?"
"Ahhh! I'm going to kill you!"
On the side of the racecourse, Silla grabbed Goethe's arm with both hands and held her tightly in her arms without letting go.
Goethe had no idea.
People may have thoughts about monitor lizards, but they may not have thoughts about birds!
However, Silla's teacher could not see this. What he saw was that Goethe was taking advantage of his apprentice, who was more precious than his own daughter.
The teacher couldn't help but rush out.
But a big hand just fell on the teacher's shoulder.
The huge, unparalleled power made the teacher stand still and unable to move.
The other person turned his head and saw a kind face.
"I am Goethe's uncle, Scrooge."
"You are Silla's teacher, right?"
"I was aware of your existence before, but I was busy with something and couldn't get away. Now that the matter has been resolved, I think we adults should have a talk."
With that said, without any explanation, he dragged Silla's teacher and walked towards the fortress.
No one sees these things.
Everyone looked at Goethe and Silla.
At this time, Silla was no longer holding Goethe's arms with both hands, but was lying on Goethe's back, with her hands around Goethe's neck, and her legs tightly wrapped around Goethe's waist.
"Come down!"
"No!"
"Come down quickly!"
"Then first tell me about the 'Mad King's Legacy'!"
"I have no idea!"
"You lied to me!"
…
Goethe's voice was full of helplessness, but Silla's voice was full of vitality.
Not only is it crisp and sweet, but it's also full of stubbornness.
Everyone looked on with a smile, and Swart even moved a maza and sat there to watch.
Suddenly, someone shouted——
"Look, it's sunny!"
Over the overcast Tusca Fortress, a ray of sunshine pierced the dark clouds and shone down.
Just the right light on the racecourse.
In an instant, Goethe and Silla were dyed with a touch of gold.
Warm, but not harsh.
At this moment, people looked at the two people clinging to each other and couldn't help but think of their own past.
It's so beautiful.
It's so...
thump!
Just when everyone was reminiscing about their beautiful youth, Goethe, who could no longer bear it, threw Silla over his shoulder and threw her into the quagmire in front of her. Silla did not show any weakness. When Goethe turned around and left, she pounced on her and opened her mouth.
Then he bit Goethe's calf.
Suddenly, everyone's lips twitched.
Especially Swart, he shook his head and sighed.
"Alas, youth is gone just like that."
Soon, everyone stopped looking at the two people fighting in the quagmire.
No matter how good-looking a person is, if his face is covered with mud, he will be nowhere to be seen.
No matter how good the atmosphere is, if you are covered in mud, it will make people shake their heads and sigh.
Just two minutes later, Goethe and Silla were already out of the mud and completely dyed.
About half an hour later, Sila, who was exhausted, lay flat on her back in the mud, panting heavily.
Goethe, who had better physical strength, originally wanted to find a cleaner place to rest, but after seeing that he was covered in mud, he simply followed Silla's example and lay down in the mud.
He looked up at the sky, slightly lost in thought.
Not thinking or planning.
Rarely, at this moment, Goethe's mind went blank.
No vigilance, no precautions, no layout.
Nothing.
A long-lost sense of relaxation appeared in Goethe.
When was the last time?
When I retire and fuck on the street!
Then……
Just come here!
Goethe couldn't help but sigh when he thought about the experience of coming to the 'Anchor World'.
It was a more depressing life than he was in the club, and he was always worried about death.
Even now, he has almost forgotten how long it has been since he came here.
Every day I am chased by death.
Not interested in other trivial matters.
If he hadn't been lying down at this moment, he would have almost forgotten what rest meant.
"Thanks."
Goethe said suddenly.
Silla on the side was stunned.
Then the lady turned over and sat up, looking at Goethe suspiciously. When she saw Goethe lying there with his eyes closed and relaxed, she instinctively grabbed a handful of mud and quietly smeared it on Goethe's face.
But Goethe, who was relaxing and about to express his feelings, did not notice this.
"It's been a long time since I... Bah, bah!"
"Sheila!"
"You go to hell!"
Goethe stood up and rode Silla under him. The mud in his hands buried Silla in the mire like a violent storm.
Goethe was shouting and yelling, but there was no anger in his eyes, only a little bit of wantonness.
