Chapter 224: The Most Familiar ~Ask for a Monthly Pass~)
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The bronze door opens.
A staircase winds down.
There was a group of Ke family members, with the Grand Duke walking at the front.
Simley Ke walked at the back.
When Simlai Ke walked into the bronze door, he raised his hand and closed the entire door - a mechanical lock that could only be opened by the inside or a key firmly locked the door.
"There are still many people watching the Ke family's cemetery."
"George VI, the Fabol royal family, and even the Yatuk and Lidal royal families have all sent spies."
The Grand Duke sighed and explained.
Goethe was thoughtful.
As the group of people descended, he had already seen the entire Ke family cemetery.
It's dark and thick, very much in line with the style of the North.
But some of the displays are definitely not in the cemetery style.
At least……
There should be no beakers, test tubes, etc. in the cemetery.
Not to mention a large collection of books.
One of the laboratories of the ‘Mad King’?
Goethe thought.
The Grand Duke had mentioned to him before that the reason why his great-uncle settled here was because he discovered the ancestor's laboratory and found a method to perfect and improve the [Volibear Breathing Method] and the 'Warrior' baptism.
ceremony.
However, one thing was beyond Goethe's expectation.
This underground laboratory was bigger than he imagined.
It almost replicates the area of Bear Castle on the ground.
Moreover, Goethe also saw ordnance.
Swords, stirrups, bows and arrows, etc. wrapped in kraft paper with oil.
"These are stored here by our ancestors. Although gunpowder guns have emerged, I still keep these things - they are all good quality products, and they are still left by our ancestors."
The Archduke explained to Goethe as he walked.
Not only this place, but also the entire underground laboratory, the Grand Duke introduced it to Goethe in detail.
Until the deepest part.
The Grand Duke stood solemnly in front of a small door.
The remaining members of the Ke family all looked serious.
Squeak!
The Grand Duke stepped forward and opened the small door.
Three coffins made entirely of black iron appeared in front of Goethe.
The coffins are arranged in a "pin" shape.
The styles are quite similar.
"This is your great-uncle, my father."
"This is your uncle, my brother."
"This is your second uncle, my other brother."
The Grand Duke pointed to the coffin. There was no tombstone or any written record in front of the coffin. Simle. Ke, Enmle. Ke, and Gergil. Ke placed the food and drinks in the baskets in their hands one by one.
The Grand Duke gently wiped the coffin with a liquid mixed with special grease.
"Father, two brothers, we have a new member of the Ke family."
"This is Goethe Wein, a descendant of my uncle's side. He also encountered misfortune."
The Grand Duke was wiping and talking almost nonchalantly.
This scene was somewhat unfamiliar to Goethe.
Growing up in an orphanage, he had never been exposed to these things.
He doesn't know who his parents are.
Not to mention any relatives.
He watched all of this silently, looked at the sadness on the Grand Duke's face, looked at the nostalgia in the eyes of the Grand Duke's third son and Nina, but the words appeared in his mind involuntarily - every ghost you fear
, in fact, they are all people that others think about day and night.
Those ghosts don't want to become ghosts.
They may finish their lives by following the flow of life.
They may come to an abrupt end due to an accident of fate.
But their end continues with the thoughts of future generations.
"But...there are no ghosts in the world."
Goethe sighed in his heart.
Silla on the side shrank behind him at this moment, and even raised her hand to grab the skirt of his clothes.
Looking at the cold face with an expression of horror that could not be concealed, Goethe sighed.
well!
A fool is a fool!
I always believe in some things that are there but are not!
Goethe raised his hand and touched the top of Silla's head to comfort her.
Then, he turned around and continued to respond solemnly.
And behind Goethe, in Silla's sight——
Three illusory figures are floating on the iron coffin.
They looked at Goethe, with smiles appearing in their unreal expressions.
They looked at Silla, who was already hugging Goethe tightly, and their smiles grew even stronger.
But they didn't notice that as they smiled, Silla hugged Goethe tighter.
The tighter Silla hugged her, the brighter their smiles became.
The brighter your smile, the tighter your hug.
The tighter the hug, the brighter the smile.
Silla was inexplicably trapped in an endless loop.
Snap!
Goethe raised his hand and patted Silla on the forehead.
Silla raised her head in confusion.
"Relax a little, I can't breathe easily."
Goethe said softly.
If it were in other places, he would have thrown Silla over his shoulder, but here, even when he spoke, Goethe lowered his voice, and always maintained a sense of respect in his heart.
That is the respect born of the Grand Duke.
Same goes for Sheila.
She also knows that respect should be maintained here.
It’s just that those things are so scary!
Silla originally let go of Goethe's hand after hearing Goethe's words, but the next moment, when she saw the three phantoms frowning, she immediately hugged Goethe tightly again - this time, she put her hands around Goethe's waist.
His face was pressed against Goethe's back to block his view.
well!
What a fool!
Goethe sighed again in his heart.
However, he didn't pay any more attention to it.
Because, at this time, the Grand Duke had already waved to Goethe.
Goethe dragged Silla and bowed to the iron coffins of his great-uncle and two uncles.
The children of the Ke family also bowed one by one.
Sheila is naturally among them.
She tried her best to stay normal.
'If you can't see them, they can't see you.'
Silla kept the teacher's words in mind.
According to past experience, Sheila completed this worship ceremony very well.
Then, Silla saw three illusory figures, which solidified a little. Although their faces were still blurry, making their smiles look very ferocious, but...it seemed different from what she had encountered before?
The Grand Duke and Semley Ke opened the cork of the wine bottle, and the strong liquor from the north was sprinkled around the iron coffin.
But the food was put back into the basket - the food after the memorial ceremony will be used as lunch for the Ke family.
Finally, Goethe, Emrek, Gergil K and Nina K saluted again.
Then, everyone exited the room.
The Grand Duke walked last.
The small door began to close slowly.
No one saw it, but the three illusory figures raised their vague arms and swung them gently.
"Let's go and visit little Jasmine."
As the Grand Duke said this, he moved to a side room.
The same small door, the same iron coffin.
However, unlike the previous slate floor, this place is made of soil and planted with various shade-loving vines. These vines grow in the room like guards, guarding the iron coffin in the middle of the room.
"Little Jasmine, I'm here to see you."
"Look at Simley Ke turning out to be stronger and stronger."
"Emle Ke is becoming more and more naughty."
"Gegil has become much more responsible."
"And our little Nina - isn't she looking more and more like you?"
"Right!"
"This is our nephew and his wife."
"Goethe has an even better talent than Simler. Silla is a good girl with a kind heart and innocence, but she has a mind that ordinary people cannot match."
After placing the flowers picked in the morning on the iron coffin, the Grand Duke wiped them and murmured softly as before.
Goethe, as before, bowed to the iron coffin of little Aunt Jasmine.
Sheela?
Same thing.
At this time, Silla was even more cowardly than before.
Because she could feel that this place was more terrifying.
The shadows on the three coffins just now were terrifying.
And here?
Although no shadow appeared, it made Silla feel as terrifying as an abyss - of course, she had never seen an abyss, but she felt that if there was an abyss, it would be here.
Therefore, Silla remained calm, without refuting or refusing,
She did what Goethe did.
As for Goethe's lack of rebuttal?
It was really the environment he was in that made it impossible for him to speak.
"I'll explain it to my uncle later!"
Goethe thought and looked at Nina aside.
A clay pot appeared in Nina's hand. She was digging out some soil from the corner and putting it into the pot. She moved carefully and said softly, "Mom, Nina is here to see you." Mom, you must
Words like "Bless everyone".
Everything is normal.
However, Goethe keenly discovered that Nina, who was still ill just now, had actually recovered at this time.
Not to mention the rosy complexion.
The whole person exudes vitality.
"Mother's comfort?"
Goethe guessed.
Sometimes placebos can be really useful.
Especially when this placebo comes from the mother, it can make the impossible possible.
Just as Goethe was sighing in his heart, Goethe noticed that Silla was shaking even more.
"Are you okay?"
Although Silla was a fool, Goethe decided to give her a serious explanation later.
There are some situations where there is no need to be afraid.
"fine."
Silla answered like this.
He just held Goethe tighter with his hands.
Goethe rolled his eyes.
"You guys go out first, little Jasmine and I will stay for a while."
The Grand Duke waved to everyone.
The Ke family members came out one after another, and Sim Lai Ke still closed the door.
Then, Enmlek took out two pairs of earplugs that he had prepared long ago and handed them to Goethe.
"this?"
"Tuck it in."
"There are benefits."
Facing his confused cousin, Enmlek rarely showed that awkward but rude smile.
Listen to people's advice and eat enough.
Goethe immediately put on the earplugs, and at the same time, inserted another pair of earplugs into Sheila's ears.
And just a few seconds after doing this, an indescribable singing sound came from Little Jasmine's tomb.
It is the Grand Duke who is singing.
It's just that the singing voice is really indescribably unpleasant.
Not only is it unpleasant to listen to, it is also very loud.
Moreover, the penetrating power is extremely strong.
Even with earplugs as a barrier, Goethe felt waves of panic, difficulty breathing and other physical discomforts.
The rest?
Same thing.
"When my father was young, he liked to sing to his mother, but his singing was too ugly, and his mother would stop him every time. After his mother passed away, his father thought that his singing skills had greatly improved, so he sang to her every year.
Sing."
Enmley Ke explained.
Gejir Ke looked helpless on the side.
Even Simlei Ke, a brave and fearless man, looked like he was hopeless at this time.
"Skill?"
"Where's the skill in this?"
"There is no skill, it's all emotion!"
Goethe couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.
He thought that the fat man's singing was disgusting enough, and he didn't tune a word in tune. But when he heard the Grand Duke's singing today, Goethe realized that he was wrong!
Compared with the Grand Duke, the fat man's singing voice is simply the sound of nature.
"A little flower has bloomed. She is a beautiful jasmine flower..."
In the tomb of little Jasmine, the Grand Duke sang affectionately.
After singing it three times in a row, I finally stopped.
"Little Jasmine, how are you?"
"Have I made progress?"
"Hey, you always said that I sing badly, now you have to admit that I sing well, right?"
"Well, if you didn't answer, you would be acquiescing."
"I also think my singing is pretty good."
"Don't worry, I won't sing to anyone else, I will sing to you alone."
As the Grand Duke said this, he sat down on the ground as if his wife were sitting in front of him.
"Little Jasmine, do you know?"
"That bastard George VI was tricked by me."
"You always say I'm not very smart, but this time I'm finally smart."
"That bastard should use his back-up tactics."
"I probably have a direction."
"only……"
"'They' are in some trouble."
"I've found nothing so far. It's as if those guys don't exist, but they are everywhere - it's really a headache!"
"Oh, it would be great if you were still alive."
"With your intelligence, you will definitely be able to find clues."
"By the way, little Jasmine, I'll have someone build an iron coffin, and I'll put it next to you when it's done."
"No bad premonition."
"It's just that I think I should spend more time with you."
"I will definitely sing to you more in the future."
The Grand Duke's words echoed in the small room.
The energy and blood power of the legendary professional sealed the room, and people outside could not hear the words inside at all.
The Grand Duke was embarrassed to say this in front of the younger generation.
He is the fortress of the younger generation, protecting them from wind and rain.
In front of his father and brother, he is the successor and must be good enough.
Only in front of his wife, he is just an ordinary person.
Even in front of his wife, he thought he was a boy.
He can speak nonsense words, and he can tease himself about embarrassing past events.
All in all, it's very relaxing.
An hour later, the Grand Duke patted his cheek gently and stood up.
"Little Jasmine, I have to go."
"I'll see you next time."
"When the time comes, you will find that my singing sounds better!"
With that said, the Grand Duke stood up and was about to leave.
At this time, a vine above his head fell down.
As a legendary professional, the Grand Duke naturally noticed it immediately. He raised his hand and grabbed the vine, but his expression was a little dazed - the first time he saw Little Jasmine, Little Jasmine jumped up and hit him like this.
of.
Of course, the vine is not a little jasmine.
The situation is somewhat similar.
Snap!
Just as the Grand Duke was remembering, a vine fell on the back of his head.
It doesn't hurt, but the sound is crisp.
The Grand Duke was stunned for a moment, then scratched his head and smiled.
He turned around and looked at the iron coffin.
"Don't you want me to leave?"
"Oh, I don't want to leave either."
"When everything is resolved, I will come back to accompany you."
"Now!"
"Let me sing for you one more song that I am good at - a little flower has bloomed. She is a beautiful jasmine flower..."
During the soulful singing, the vines in the room began to shake.
It was as if he couldn't bear it and covered his ears.
"Doesn't it sound good?"
"You see, they are all shaking, as if they are nodding, agreeing with my words."
"Then, I'm leaving first, little Jasmine."
The Grand Duke stopped smiling, said goodbye to his wife again, turned and left the room.
When the door was closed, the vine that had just beaten the Grand Duke slowly lifted up and swung slightly.
Outside the tomb, Goethe, Sila and the Grand Duke's third son, Nina, were waiting quietly.
Silla has returned to normal at this time.
He was looking at Goethe with wise eyes.
Because, Silla suddenly discovered that when she stood next to Goethe, the things that frightened her seemed to ignore her - but she was not sure.
So, she wanted to try again.
Just do it if you think of it.
Silla opened her arms and was about to hug Goethe.
As soon as Goethe raised his hand, he supported Silla's forehead. No matter how Silla moved her arms, she could not get even an inch closer to Goethe.
"Don't push yourself too far!"
"I saw you were scared just now, so I let you hold me!"
"Now?"
"If you hug me again, you will be charged."
"How much?"
Silla asked bluntly.
"Tsk, are you rich?"
"100 gold grams a minute."
Goethe squinted his eyes and looked at Silla, and then reported a number - this number was not reported casually, because Goethe knew that Silla had only 100 gold grams in her wallet.
No!
In addition to the 1 gold gram in the morning, there is also a 50 gold gram gold ticket, two 20 gold gram gold tickets, a 5 gold gram gold ticket, and 4 gold grams.
Therefore, Sheila does not have 100 gold grams at all.
"good!"
Silla nodded and threw the wallet directly to Goethe.
He raised his hand to hug Goethe.
"Wait, here... hmm?"
Goethe was about to say that there was not enough money in it, but the weight of the wallet made him frown.
The weight of the golden ticket is right.
The weight of gold grams is wrong.
There is an extra gold gram.
Exactly 100 gold grams.
Almost subconsciously, Goethe touched his wallet. The gold coin from Silla in the morning was still in it.
What's going on?
Goethe, who was hugged by Silla, was puzzled.
In the tomb of the Grand Duke's father and two brothers, three shadowy figures looked at each other and smiled.
It was still a horrifyingly twisted smile.
But quite happy.
Only Goethe felt the pain.
Because, Silla not only hugged him, but also rubbed him back and forth.
"Hey, that's enough."
"Stop."
"If you keep doing this, you'll have to pay more."
Goethe reminded Sila, but the latter turned a deaf ear and still felt the gap carefully.
"Tsk tsk tsk, it's great to be young."
Enmlai Ke admired.
"You sound like you are very old - Master Enmlai Ke who dumped you 22 times last night."
Gejir curled his lips.
"What is a 'dance'? I'm not an animal. What I do is the blending of spirit and desire. What I do is sublimation. What I do is a kind of communication that explains things in a simple way!"
"Ah, yes, yes, use bodily fluids."
Gergil looked down upon him with envy.
"you……"
"That's enough."
Simler Ke covered Nina's ears and looked at his two brothers with a heavy expression.
Obviously, if the two younger brothers continue to disobey, he will have to discipline them.
Enmle Ke and Gezier Ke stopped immediately.
He looked at his sister with an apologetic look.
"Nina, Enmley and I are joking again."
"You must not remember what you just said."
"Um."
"What is a 'dump'?"
“What is deep and simple communication?”
Nina looked at Emle Ke and Gergil Ke seriously.
At this time, Simlei Ke had murderous intent in his eyes.
Not only the eldest son of the Grand Duke, but also the Grand Duke who just walked out heard it.
The Grand Duke squinted his eyes and looked at his two sons.
"I'll come to the castle martial arts arena later. I want to check on your recent progress in strength."
"Goethe, this is for you."
The Grand Duke ignored the pleadings of his two sons and turned around and handed a key to Goethe.
"This is the key to entering the ancestral land - there are six keys in total, one for each of me, Simlay, Emlay, Gezier and you. Nina will also have one when she grows up."
"Remember, it is only safe to open the ancestral land with a key."
The Grand Duke warned.
"clear."
Goethe solemnly took the key.
"Follow me."
"I'll take you to the room where the ancestors left their knowledge - well... Silla can come if she wants to, but not now. There are some restrictions there. Silla can only go in after you give birth to Goethe's child."
The Grand Duke said, looking at Silla who was hugging Goethe tightly and not letting go.
Silla, who originally hugged Goethe tightly when she heard 'ancestral knowledge', then let go of her hands and looked at Goethe with a blushing face.
"Child, child, child..."
Silla stuttered all over.
Goethe rolled his eyes again and walked straight to the room.
The Grand Duke stood on one side of the room. Looking at Silla, he felt more and more satisfied.
Immediately, the Grand Duke couldn't help but feel lucky that he had paid the betrothal gift early, otherwise he wouldn't have known what would have happened.
"This is the study room of our ancestors. All the knowledge left here by our ancestors is recorded in it."
"I tried my best to preserve the pages with magic potions."
"But you should also protect it when reading."
"besides……"
"Record the fourth-level career information of the 'Warrior', which is also the information of the legendary career 'Fearless One', on the middlemost stone slab - just put your hand on it."
"Remember, you only have 2 hours. The next time you enter will be a year later."
The Grand Duke in front of the door gave his final instructions.
Goethe understood.
Under the watchful eye of the Grand Duke, he walked into this room that looked no different from before.
But the moment Goethe entered, he knew he was wrong.
It couldn't be more wrong.
Goethe's eyes widened and he felt the tip of his nose was hot.
It's not that he hasn't experienced it.
He really didn't expect the phantoms of 3D paintings of equal proportions to appear directly in front of his eyes.
One of them in particular looked extremely familiar.
There is no doubt that this was arranged using 'secret techniques'.
Otherwise, there would be no such lifelike and dynamic effect at all.
Stimulate!
Can play!
Goethe subconsciously covered his nose, but his eyes looked over one by one involuntarily, and finally stopped under the most familiar shadow.
I saw, under this most familiar shadow, written in the words "hometown": What is my name?
