Chapter 229 On the stage! ~Ask for a monthly ticket~)
Chapter 229 Perform on stage! (Please subscribe~Please give me a monthly ticket~)
"Where are you going?"
"Make money."
"Hey, can you take one with me?"
"No, it's a male protagonist's play."
In the morning, at Bear's Castle, at the Ke family dining table, Silla looked at Goethe, who rarely snatched his food, with confusion on his face - why was he suddenly not used to something that he should be happy about?
However, after hearing that Goethe was going to make money, Silla's eyes lit up.
Besides food, she also likes money!
If you have money, you can buy more food!
However, Goethe flatly refused.
"oh."
Silla immediately lowered her head in frustration, preparing to eat a chicken leg to soothe her wounded heart.
"but……"
Goethe suddenly lengthened his tone.
"But what?"
Silla immediately raised her head, looking forward to it.
"Well, today's chicken legs are delicious, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and the black pepper is amazing!"
Goethe raised his hand and put the fried chicken leg on Sheila's plate into his mouth. He licked it with his tongue and licked it hard, leaving only the bones.
bite.
The crisp sound of the bones being thrown into the bone dish made Silla stunned.
"Ahhh!"
"You lied to me again!"
Silla jumped up and rushed towards Goethe, but Goethe held her forehead again, making it difficult for her to get in at all - this action was very familiar to Goethe.
Basically, you don’t need to look. When you hear Silla’s shout, you can block it accurately by raising your hand.
"I'm not lying to you. I really need your help in the later stages - you need to play a gentle, kind, and tough person... Well, can you act?"
As Goethe spoke, he looked at Silla with suspicion.
"certainly!"
"My... don't worry, it will be fine!"
Silla raised her neck, almost akimbo.
Goethe glanced at Silla in confusion.
This woman had something to hide just now.
"Tsk, idiot, do you still have something to hide?"
Goethe paid attention in his heart, and his palm swept over Silla's dinner plate.
"That's good!"
"I'm going to go on stage now - you can figure out the role here first."
With these words, Goethe looked at the Grand Duke.
"Go ahead, I'll take care of everything."
Archduke Scrooge smiled and waved to his nephew.
After Goethe bowed and saluted, he left the restaurant.
"Father, I..." X2
The moment Goethe left, Emrek and Gezier stood up at the same time, spoke at the same time, looked at each other, and then said at the same time: "I'm going to help! What are you doing?"
?”
"Neither of you two is allowed to cause trouble!"
The Grand Duke looked serious.
Although he also wanted to watch Goethe and Margarita Marg perform, he clearly understood the importance - for a young person to fall in love, if an elder appears, it will be the final word.
Therefore, he must not appear.
At least, not now.
As for Emre K and Gergil K?
It was obvious that he just wanted to watch a show and join in the fun.
Although I still have confidence in my two sons and don’t show any clues, what if something happens?
There is not much information about Donald Dot, except that he has a pretty good reputation within the Rose family.
But Dortnil Mag is different.
The eldest son of the Tulip family not only perfectly inherited the bloodline of the Tulip family, his strength is comparable to that of a third-level professional, and his style of conduct is even more impeccable.
Of course, this is just a superficial record.
Secretly recorded, the other party's overall view and adaptability have already surpassed all his peers. The major and minor matters of the Tulip family in the past five years were nominally handled by the other party and his father, but in fact, it was the other party who was handling it - that
Grand Duke Tulip? Basically, he completely delegated power to his son and started a pension model by himself.
Facing such an opponent, the Grand Duke would not be careless.
After pondering for a second, he spoke openly.
"Simley."
"I understand, father."
Simlei Ke stood up.
The eldest son of the Grand Duke bowed to his father and strode out of the restaurant.
He knew what his father was worried about.
Dortnil Mag!
Likewise, he is also worried about a guy.
Dirkmo!
The eldest son of the Grand Duke, who had fought against the other party once, knew exactly what kind of person the other party was - there was no doubt about his strength.
But besides being powerful?
Simley couldn't think of anything else.
The other party's recklessness, impulsiveness, and even inability to control his emotions always made him feel that the other party simply did not match his strength.
"Is it the sequelae of bloodline awakening?"
According to rumors, the awakening of Dirkmo's bloodline was an accident. Before his awakening, people had never paid attention to the head of the 'Rose Knights'.
Therefore, the other person has not gone through the proper 'cultivation' of bloodline awakening, so that the other person has become the character he is now.
Of course, it's just a rumor.
Actually?
Simley didn't know.
All he knew was that he was standing up for his cousin.
Whether Dirkmo was normal or abnormal, he was just there watching.
Normally, that means hello, hello, hello to everyone.
If it's not normal, if he dares to make a move, he will blow the opponent to pieces.
Simler K, who had very simple thoughts, with a tall body like a little giant, leaned in the shadow on the side of the Bear Castle wall, watching with interest the carefully dressed Goethe and Margareta.
grid.
Especially when Margareta Magg raised her hand to take Goethe's arm, the eldest son of the Grand Duke couldn't help but applaud.
The youthfulness and beauty of a girl are vividly reflected in Margareta.
The boy's focus on only you, Goethe's performance was perfect.
"If there was a king or queen in the cast, it would be you two!"
The eldest son of the Grand Duke thought with admiration.
Not only the eldest son of the Grand Duke was impressed, but also the people around him were amazed.
Because when the two stood there, just looking at each other, everyone felt love.
That’s right!
It’s love!
That kind of complicated, indescribable love was acted out in this way.
Because the two played the love that everyone imagined.
Youth is young, girls are beautiful and boys are handsome.
Especially when the girl escapes from the rigid and lifeless family in order to be free, and falls in love with the boy at first sight, it is even more enjoyable to watch.
And the boy is not bad either.
With a mortal body, facing the extraordinary.
The quality of perseverance.
A tenacious and fighting character.
It has given many people from ordinary backgrounds a strong sense of belonging.
And when looking at Margareta from Goethe's perspective, this sense of substitution is more than ten times stronger.
Everyone was watching this young man and woman.
Dortnil Mag's eyes were filled with scrutiny.
Memories appeared in Donald Dot's eyes.
Dirkmo?
Teeth clenched loudly.
"The effect is good. The plan should be successful. However, it seems that the atmosphere is still lacking."
The eldest son of the Grand Duke stood there, looking around.
Finally, his eyes stopped on the decoration outside Bear Castle - roses!
If it were not for making money, the Grand Duke would never decorate it with flowers.
However, this time is just right.
The eldest son of the Grand Duke raised his hand slightly and waved——
call!
Everyone just felt the breeze blowing.
Countless bright red rose petals blew from one side and danced around Goethe and Margarita.
Goethe in a black military uniform and Margarita in a pure white dress were surrounded by bright petals. The scene made the nobles from Fabol look with admiration in their eyes.
They have always been free and unrestrained, and what they love most is this scene.
Especially those women, at this time, their eyes became misty and their faces became flushed.
Isn't this the scene they dream of?
What could be better than this?
Of course——
Goethe turned slightly, turned his head and gently pressed it against the side of Margareta's cheek.
The two control the distance and angle.
But, to outsiders, it looks like kissing.
Wow!
Fabol's noble lady and ladies exclaimed.
However, where these noble ladies and ladies could not see, Goethe asked Margarida in a murmuring voice.
"Did you arrange it?"
"You didn't arrange it?"
After the two asked each other, they were silent for a second.
"continue."
"OK."
Goethe stood up straight, Margareta looked shy, and her slightly red cheeks made her look even more delicate. The second daughter of the Tulip family took her lover's hand and walked towards her brother - at least, in
In everyone's eyes, Goethe at this time fit the title of 'Beloved'.
Everyone looked expectantly.
They wanted to see the girl introduce the boy to her family.
Dortnil Mager is also smiling.
Before coming to Bear's Castle, he had read the information about 'Goethe Wein' in detail.
Very nice young man.
His character and moral character are excellent.
strength?
Killing a warlock who was comparable to a second-level professional with one baptism was enough to explain the problem.
Origin?
The nephew of the Grand Duke of the North also owns territory, so there is no problem.
It's okay for such a young man to be with his sister.
As for the truth between the two?
The eldest son of the Tulip family didn't care.
What he wants is in the interests of the Tulip family.
Therefore, the eldest son of the Tulip family is ready to behave like the heir of the Tulip family - he wants to solidify the love affair between Goethe and Margareta, preferably by getting engaged immediately and getting married tomorrow.
Thinking about his words, Dortnir stood up straight.
He is now Margareta's brother, and is the first member of the Tulip family that Goethe met on a formal occasion. Naturally, he must have etiquette and rules - Fabol's family attaches great importance to this.
However, at the next moment, a figure stood between Goethe, Margarida and Dortnil.
Yes, Dirkmo!
The head of the 'Order of the Rose' looked at Goethe and Margareta with an angry look, his face almost distorted.
"What are you doing?"
"Margarida, have you forgotten your identity?"
Seeing Dirkmer, Goethe, and Margarida standing up, they all breathed a sigh of relief.
The two of them deliberately slowed down their pace, held hands, and looked at each other sweetly from time to time, just to stimulate the head of the 'Rose Knights'.
Otherwise, when the two of them actually walk in front of Dortnir, it will be a terrible thing that cannot be done.
Immediately, Goethe cast a look of thanks for Dirkmer's cooperation.
In order to perform this good play, Goethe-Margarida carefully considered and rehearsed for several days, taking into account as many possible accidents as possible.
Naturally, it includes Fabol's customs and habits, the reactions of the people present, etc.
However, no one can guarantee completeness.
What if there is an accident?
Fortunately, such a situation did not occur.
"Are you provoking me?"
"You idiot..."
Dirkmo saw Goethe's eyes, and his heart that was already mad with jealousy completely made him lose his mind. He held the hilt of his sword and roared at Goethe.
However, before he finished speaking, a shadow enveloped Dirkmo.
Simlei Ke's extremely tall body stood beside Dirkmo quietly.
"If you want to die, just finish what you said next."
The eldest son of the Grand Duke looked at Dirkmo with a cold face.
This is not a threat.
Just stating the facts.
If Dirkmo really dared to finish his words, he would kill Dirkmo directly.
He had too many worries in the last battle, so he didn't go all out.
Now?
With his father at Bear's Castle, he could give it a try.
Dirkmo's expression changed.
Not only because I felt the murderous intention of Simlai Ke, but also because of Dortnir!
The palm of the eldest son of the Tulip family appeared on the palm of his sword at some point, pressing the hilt of the sword slightly, looking at him with a smile on his face.
The kind of smile with upturned corners of the mouth and cold eyes.
If possible, Dortnir really wanted to chop the bastard in front of him into seven or eight pieces.
What is the situation that such a thing comes out?
Is it your turn as an outsider to point out our family affairs?
Silly X!
As the eldest son of the Tulip family, Dortnil Marg cannot say such words that he considers vulgar, but he can express it with his eyes.
But that's not what makes Dirkmo most uncomfortable.
The most uncomfortable thing is the eyes of the people around me.
It was utter, unabashed disgust.
Not only the people of Bearsburg, but also Fabol's companions.
Even, to some extent, Fabol's companions were even more disgusted.
After all, in the eyes of the Fabol people, Goethe and Margareta are very much in line with them, their view of love, and their yearning for love.
Especially those aristocratic ladies and ladies, they are even more obsessed with them.
Just when it was about to go a step further, a disruptor suddenly appeared.
Especially since this troublemaker has a very bad reputation, let alone the disgusting feeling.
If it weren't for their status and the inappropriate occasion, these aristocratic ladies and ladies would have scolded them long ago.
But not everyone endured it.
A young lady suddenly looked at her mouth——
"We are a match made in heaven, how can we get a monster like you to tell us what to do?"
Although the sound is crisp, it is very loud.
Came from behind the Fabol crowd.
People were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.
"Yes, we are a match made in heaven, how can we get a monster like you to tell us what to do?"
"That's right!"
"What are you?"
…
After a few words, the Fabol people who were still concerned about their status spoke one after another.
However, it's a bit reserved.
The people of Fort Bear are much more direct.
Cow dung was thrown at Dirkmo.
At this moment, there is two pieces of news for Dirkmo.
A piece of good news.
A bad news.
The good news is that he's so agile that cow dung can't hit him.
When it comes to bad news, there is a lot of cow dung on the ground.
Lowering his head and covering his face, Dirkmo rushed towards the Bear Castle.
The look of embarrassment made the man who threw cow dung even more active.
At this moment, Gode pulled Margarida, who was still in a daze, to 'step off the stage' - the prelude was enough, and staying any longer would really be too much.
However, when he rushed through the gate of Bear Castle, Goethe still gave a thumbs up to the crowd of Fabol.
Among the crowd of servants behind noble Fabol, Ella, a small town girl in disguise, was sneaking away quietly.
The small town girl saw Goethe's thumb and immediately smiled sheepishly.
Immediately, it disappeared at an even faster speed.
Dortnir wanted to stop Goethe, but Margareta asked for details.
However, the sky full of cow dung stopped the eldest son of the Tulip family.
He watched God drag his sister farther and farther away.
and……
He seemed to hear his sister laughing.
Very happy.
"Forget it, let's ask again later."
The eldest son of the Tulip family thought this and was suddenly stunned.
Not only was the eldest son of the Tulip family stunned, but all the Fabol nobles were also stunned.
because--
Dirkmo was hit by cow dung.
When the head of the 'Rose Knights' was dodging, a pellet of cow dung appeared just in his path.
Snap!
It hit the arm of the head of the 'Rose Knights'.
Not only others were stunned.
Dirkmo himself was stunned.
when?
This head of the 'Rose Knights' is incredible.
And this is broken!
Whoosh whoosh!
Bang bang bang!
The cow dung in the sky fell one after another on the head of the 'Rose Knights'. In an instant, the head of the 'Rose Knights' changed his appearance.
Angry!
Shameful and angry!
Just when Dirkmo was about to go on a killing spree, a cold gaze came towards him.
It's Simley K.
If you dare to make a move, I will kill you.
The eldest son of the Grand Duke made his position clear.
Dirkmo gritted his teeth.
Cover your face with shame and anger and move forward.
He vowed in his heart that he must make Goethe look good.
"Just wait!"
"Aren't you going to challenge all second-order ones?"
"I will definitely let you be ruined and die without a burial place!"
Dirkmo secretly swore in his heart.
But his forward posture became more and more embarrassing.
"Hahaha!"
Silla laughed cheerfully among the crowd at Bear Castle, chasing each other with the cow dung in her hand one after another - the cow dung that hit Dirkmo just now was thrown by her.
Now?
She doesn't mind hitting the other person a few more times.
The Fabol nobles, on the other hand, slowed down.
There is too much cow dung on the ground.
They have to be careful.
"Fortunately, I'm used to wearing high heels."
A Fabol noble male whispered in a low voice.
"Well, it is indeed our traditional costume."
The other one nodded happily.
This is a general Faber noble.
The people of the Rose family and the Tulip family have a different kind of exchange.
"Remember, if Dirkmo comes to see me, tell me that something is wrong with me."
They don't want to get the smell of cow dung.
and……
Dirkmer will definitely take revenge next.
They don't want to get involved.
Although we must go to the arena, wouldn't it be better to go later and let Dirkmo explore the way?
Dortnier Marg and Donald Dort walk side by side.
"What does Your Majesty think of Dirkmo?"
The eldest son of the Tulip family asked softly.
"Dilkemo is a very good person."
The young man from the Rose family said with a smile.
"Yes, very good."
The eldest son of the Tulip family nodded in agreement.
"but……"
"It's not irreplaceable!"
The young man from the Rose family changed the subject.
"Well, I would like to taste the specialties of Bear Castle in the evening. Donald, do you want to join me?"
"certainly!"
"And, I think we should invite more fellow travelers together."
"Except Dirkmo."
At the end of the conversation, the two young men from the Fabol family looked at each other and smiled.
Then, it was tit-for-tat again.
Because the venue has arrived.
The bidding for VIP seats has begun.
…
"Hahahaha, that bastard Dirkmon was hit by cow dung?"
"Very good!"
In Goethe's room at Bear Castle, Margareta laughed loudly after hearing the news.
At this time, the second daughter of the Tulip family did not have any so-called image.
She was on the sofa, laughing so hard that her branches were trembling with laughter, and she was leaning forward and back with laughter.
Goethe rolled his eyes.
He not only saw the small town girl, but also saw Sheila.
There is no doubt that the cow dung was definitely thrown by that stupid bird.
There is no need to question why the two of them appeared there.
The small town girl naturally did it because of Gergil's arrangement.
Sheila?
Enmlai didn't need to make arrangements at all. He only needed to say a word, and the stupid bird would definitely run over and join in the fun.
At this time, Goethe suddenly missed Swart.
If this guy were here, this kind of thing would definitely be much more reliable than a silly bird.
Maybe he can make another fortune by taking advantage of the situation.
It was a pity that the opponent, who had completed the short-term one-month special training, once again took the initiative to join the Grand Duke's Guard for special training - Goethe understood this.
His friend must have been frightened by the series of accidents.
Can't wait for strength.
Because only strength can cope with crises.
Similarly, according to the news from Archduke Art, Swart performed quite well.
At least he kept up with the progress of ordinary soldiers.
The level of fighting and shooting has increased visibly to the naked eye.
As for the occult aspect?
Swart has no extraordinary talent, like most people.
"Gegil said that Fabol seems to have a magic potion that can change the talents of ordinary people, but it is expensive. Swartcheng asked about this matter, and he must be ready to bankrupt it."
Goethe thought and looked at the happy Margarida.
"Margarida, Fabol has a magic potion that can change the talents of ordinary people?"
"have!"
"However, I don't recommend taking it - it is a potion that completely overdraws talent and potential. After taking it, most people will only have a slim chance."
"Even if it succeeds, it can't be truly powerful."
Margarita replied.
Goethe was not surprised by this.
‘Secret Keeper’ Morey also said similar words.
"What do we do next?"
Margareta was very excited after the success of the first step of the plan.
She couldn't wait to know the next step.
Previously, Goethe said it was kept secret.
Now, of course, it is no longer needed.
Facing the curious Margarida, Goethe said softly——
"I hired 200 minstrels to go to Fabol's taverns, hotels, and squares to sing about our 'love'."
