Chapter 238 Before the foggy moon ~Ask for a monthly ticket~)
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When the secret technique backfired, Dirkmo's already uncontrollable emotions completely lost control.
In his madness, he planned to kill all his enemies.
after?
He didn't think about it!
All he has in mind right now is to kill Goethe, Margareta Mager, and Donald Dot.
Among them Goethe was placed first by him.
Because Goethe gave him too much humiliation!
Then there is Margareta Mag, this bitch!
Not only did she reject him, but she also made him look foolish. It was really shameless!
As for Donald Dot?
A guy who doesn't know what he means, dares to remove him from his position as the head of the 'Rose Knights'!
He's going to rip this guy's head off.
Although Donald Dot was only third on the hate list, Dirkmer chose to be the first to kill the opponent - because it was the easiest to kill the opponent.
Whether it's Goethe or Margareta Marg, there are always people around.
Dirkmo is crazy, but not too stupid.
But what the former head of the Knights of the Rose didn't expect was that when he approached the dock, he actually saw Goethe.
"Hahaha!"
“This is so great!”
"Fate favors me again!"
Dirkmer laughed and ran towards Goethe.
"Don't worry!"
"I won't beat you to death!"
"I will only beat you half to death, then use you as bait to lure that bitch out, and then..."
As he spoke, Dirkmo's face showed a smile that made Silla sick.
Without any hesitation.
Silla raised her hand to pick up the stones beside her and threw them over.
"Oh, what a childish trick, do you really think..."
Snap!
Dirkmo mocked, but the words stopped abruptly before he finished speaking.
The stone hit Dirkmo right on the bridge of his nose.
Even Dirkmo, who was in a crazy state, was shocked.
How is that possible?
Why didn't I hide away?
This is just a stone. If it were replaced by arrows or bullets...
Many thoughts made Dirkmo look at Silla with fear. He originally planned to do something more malicious, but at this time, he simply backed away and distanced himself.
At the same time, raise your hands flat——
call!
Flames rolled in Dirkmo's hands.
Buzz!
The sword energy spurted out from Dirkmo's hand.
The two merge instantly.
roar!
A hundred-meter long tornado of blazing sword energy roared like a real evil dragon and slashed towards Goethe and Silla.
Silla's expression changed, and her innocent eyes, which were originally innocent, became cold and sharp.
But then he changed back to his naive and silly look.
because--
boom!
Scarlet light rose up from Goethe's body and soared into the sky.
The rich scarlet color, like thick blood, stains the sky.
The roaring tornado of flaming sword energy stagnated for a moment.
Just a moment.
But enough!
【Blood Burning】!
Goethe, who had already reached the [Physical] limit of a third-level professional, instantly increased his [Physical] by 40% again.
At this moment, Goethe's [body] is already: 46.76!
But, not enough!
Faced head-on with the existence of third-level professionals for the first time, Goethe had nothing to hold back.
【Bloodthirsty】!
The additional master options derived from [Volibear Breathing Technique] were once again superimposed on Goethe.
Goethe's attributes increased by 22% again!
At this moment, Goethe's [body] is: 57+!
This is a value that is completely beyond Dirkmo's imagination.
It even doesn't exist in Dirkmo's cognition at all.
In Dirkmo's unbelievable eyes, the scarlet brilliance had already covered the sky and the sun.
It becomes more intense with Goethe's heartbeat.
It becomes more dazzling as Goethe breathes.
fear!
An unprecedented sense of terror enveloped Dirkmo.
The former head of the 'Rose Knights' has regained his sanity again.
Those out-of-control emotions recede like the tide.
He wanted to cry out for mercy.
He wanted to explain the misunderstanding.
but,
Can't do it!
In that rich scarlet shroud, there was a pair of soul-trembling eyes staring at him, filled with the purest murderous intent.
He can't do anything.
Even the flaming sword tornado in his hand could not be cut down.
He froze in place.
No!
To be precise, it was his 'slow speed' that made him think he was frozen in place.
He saw Goethe dressed in scarlet appearing in front of him.
He saw Goethe lifting his leg.
But he couldn't do anything.
Bang!
The pain was beyond imagination, starting from the lower abdomen and spreading throughout the body.
and……
More than once!
Goethe's kicks were too fast, almost a dozen kicks merged into a muffled sound.
puff!
It's not just chicken and egg.
Dirkmo's lower abdomen and entire body were torn open.
And until then——
"You're too slow!"
Only then did Goethe's voice ring in Dirkmer's ears.
However, the dying former leader of the Order of the Rose could do nothing. All he could see was Goethe's growing soles.
Bang!
Dirkmo's head, which was originally split into two, was trampled to pieces.
But Goethe could not confirm that the other party was really dead.
He raised his foot and stepped hard.
The flames in his hands kept burning.
This scene was seen by the Grand Duke and Simlai Ke who arrived instantly.
The two nodded approvingly at the same time.
Both believed that Goethe had done the right thing.
Especially Semler K. handed Goethe a bundle of dynamite.
Watching Goethe insert the lit explosive into Dirkmer's body, the Grand Duke secretly shook his head slightly.
It’s not that I regret Dirkmo’s death.
For someone like this who dared to take action against his family, the Grand Duke wished he could light a lantern in the sky.
The one the Grand Duke really lamented was George VI.
That guy...
"It should be successful, right?"
"This smoke bomb is indeed confusing!"
The Grand Duke thought, turned around and waved to Enmlai Ke, who had just arrived from a distance.
"Go to the Fabols."
"Tell them that Dirkmer assassinated Goethe and was killed by Semley."
"Now demand compensation from them."
"Including but not limited to Jin Ke, secret skills, etc. - Simlai, you follow."
"clear!"
Enmley Ke nodded immediately.
Simlei Ke acted as a bodyguard and followed quickly.
Both of them understood that their father's approach was to let the North take over.
As for Fabol’s denial?
The 100-meter flaming sword tornado just appeared first.
Everyone saw it.
This is undeniable.
Of course, some people may really deny it.
For people who tell lies with their eyes open, the Grand Duke has always believed that their eyes can be closed forever.
The Ke family thought the same way.
Therefore, Simlei Ke needs to follow him.
"Goethe, how do you feel?"
The prince looked at Goethe earnestly.
"not bad."
Goethe, who had long since released his [blood burning] and [bloodthirsty] state, said with a smile.
That powerful feeling and the sense of loss that disappeared in an instant made him quite uncomfortable, but the character he had long honed in the club in his "hometown" allowed him to restrain himself enough.
not to mention--
"Goethe, grilled fish! Grilled fish!"
Silla picked up two small fish and waved them.
"Too small."
“It’s not enough to eat at all.”
Goethe commented.
"But we can use them as bait!"
“Then, you can use them to catch bigger fish!”
“Then, catch bigger and bigger fish with bigger fish!”
"Then……"
Silla said seriously.
Goethe looked at Silla.
After Silla said that they could make a fortune fishing, Goethe confirmed it.
Silla is even more stupid!
"Is it because of the situation just now?"
Goethe guessed.
The Grand Duke on the side made a gesture to him.
"Well, you have a point."
"Then you go fishing first."
"I'll wait for you here."
Goethe said this.
"good!"
Silla rushed to the seaside happily.
The Grand Duke looked at Silla's back, lowered his voice, and said: "Silla's current state is extremely special. The 'baptism' she has experienced should be the oldest kind."
"The oldest?"
Goethe frowned.
“Where did our ancestors get the method of ‘baptism’?”
"Witch?!"
"Silla chose the 'witch' baptism method?"
Goethe was stunned.
"Um."
"But not quite."
"Sheila's teacher, that old bastard, still has a bottom line. He found this baptism method in a ruins somewhere. It has been modified and become a lot gentler."
The Grand Duke explained.
"So gentle? So stupid?"
Goethe frowned even more tightly.
"almost."
"If we follow the original version, Sheila will most likely be murderous - the bad reputation of the 'witch' is not fiction."
"Of course, such changes are not perfect."
"Not only did it lengthen the time for Silla's 'baptism', but it also made Silla occasionally become unstable."
The Grand Duke explained.
However, this did not make Goethe relax his brows.
On the contrary, there was a hint of coldness in Goethe's eyes.
The Grand Duke was keenly aware of the difference in his nephew.
He patted Goethe hard on the shoulder.
"It's not as bad as you think."
"That guy wouldn't do anything like using people as test subjects - when he discovered the incomplete baptism ceremony, Silla was in the ceremony!"
"What?"
This time Goethe could not conceal the surprise on his face.
"Did he discover this ritual in the ruins?"
"What about Sheila?"
"Sheila is in the ruins, and she looks like a baby."
"The old bastard searched nearby for a long time, but couldn't find Silla's parents, nor did he find anything about Silla's life experience, so he had no choice but to adopt Silla."
"And after discovering the strangeness of Shila, I began to think of ways to help Shila grow up healthily."
"In general..."
"not bad."
The Grand Duke commented, looking towards the seaside.
Goethe also looked at Silla.
At this time, Silla was hesitating at the beach.
She can't swim.
Just when she was thinking about whether to study now——
Wow!
The waves roll.
A fish that needed an adult's embrace 'jumped' out of the sea and landed in Silla's arms.
"Huh? Yeah!"
"Big fish!"
“Goethe looks at the big fish!”
Silla was stunned for a moment, then raised the fish above her head and showed off to Goethe.
Goethe smiled and nodded.
His eyes were looking towards the inland sea.
There, a figure was slowly swimming away.
"Being Silla's teacher must be very hard."
Goethe said softly.
"Um."
The Grand Duke was convinced.
…
The big fish picked up by Sheila was sent to the kitchen of Bear Castle.
At the same time, more barbecue was delivered.
Most people in the north don't know what happened at the dock.
The banquet naturally continued.
After eating two pieces of barbecue, Silla stared at the food delivery entrance - she was waiting for her grilled fish.
The Grand Duke once again became involved with the people of Fort Bear.
Goethe is the same as before.
After drinking three buckets in a row, he returned to the box.
In the private room, Margarida Margot was sitting on the sofa and thinking.
When Goethe walked in, the second daughter of the Tulip family immediately smiled.
"You're back."
"Your sleeve is torn."
"Take it off and I'll sew it up for you."
His voice was soft, and there was a deep attachment in his tone, as if he were a newlywed couple. Goethe was also unceremonious, and just took off his coat and handed it to Margarida Marg.
The second daughter of the Tulip family was stunned for a moment.
Obviously he didn't expect Goethe to actually take off his clothes.
However, the next moment, the second daughter of the Tulip family returned to normal.
She picked up her clothes and disappeared into the box.
About half a minute later, when she reappeared, she already had a new piece of clothing in her hand.
The brand new kind.
The colors and styles are almost the same, but the workmanship and materials are better than what Goethe wore before.
"My sewing skills are not very good. Can you try putting it on?"
Margarita handed over the clothes in her hand and lowered her head shyly.
“Very good.”
"I'm still short of money, do you have any?"
Goethe took the clothes and put them aside and asked.
"Yes, my brother just told me that he can give me 5 million more gold grams..."
"Hey, this dress fits just right."
"Your craftsmanship is great!"
Before Margarida could finish speaking, Goethe put on his coat directly, then opened his arms and turned around in front of Margarida.
Margarida looked at this scene, and she once again saw the deep affection in Goethe's eyes.
Involuntarily, Margarida lightly hammered Goethe on the chest.
"Okay, okay."
"I know you don't want to act with me anymore."
"After that, it's my turn to appear, right?"
The second daughter of the Tulip family sighed.
She knew that after she appeared on the stage, it was over.
after?
It's probably hard to see him again.
Even if we meet, it is unlikely that we will be as free as we are now.
She at that time...
Behind her will be a large group of people who have taken refuge in her.
The self-pitying second daughter of the Tulip family completely ignored the frustration on Goethe's face.
Did I not express myself clearly?
Goethe had a twinge of self-doubt.
Just when he was about to explain, the second daughter of the Tulip family did not give Goethe the chance at all.
"Goethe, are we friends?"
"Can you give me a goodbye hug?"
"Don't say tomorrow."
"Tomorrow is not suitable."
After saying that, the second daughter of the Tulip family opened her arms and hugged Goethe.
I haven't waited for Goethe to return the gift.
The second daughter of the Tulip family let go of her arm again.
Her face was flushed.
"Thank you, Goethe."
"You are such a good person."
"We'll see you tomorrow."
Saying these words, the second daughter of the Tulip family turned and left the box, leaving Goethe standing there alone in a daze.
After a few seconds, Goethe sat back on the sofa and murmured in an almost moaning tone——
"My money!"
…
At nightfall, Faber VII prepared to check the communication crystal as usual.
He needs to know the 'real news' through these crystals.
As for the family channel?
It's not unreliable either.
It's just so wrong.
Most of the time, I don’t even know what to do in the kitchen.
Therefore, for him, he believes in his own channels more.
These communication crystals are in the secret room of his bedroom - no one knows about them except himself.
"I'm going to take a rest."
“The dinner tonight was good.”
“Hopefully the chefs keep it up.”
Fabol VII said to Bolti.
It was Fabol VII's custom to rest for a while after dinner, and no one would doubt it.
Moreover, this time is not long.
It takes about half an hour each time.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Bolti bowed and followed closely.
When the door to Fabol VII's room was closed tightly, Bolti stood outside the door like a bodyguard.
Secretly, there were even six secret guards belonging to Faber VII.
As usual, they protected the safety of Fabol VII.
However, today is a little different.
These secret guards who should have been vigilant all felt sleepy and drowsy.
The leader of the secret guards immediately noticed something was wrong and was about to shout a warning, but before he could speak out, a vine wrapped around his body and strangled his neck.
The patriarch of the Green Vine family was brought out of the shadows by the patriarch of the Dark Lotus family.
The two of them glanced at Bolti, who had long since fallen asleep on the ground in front of the door, and curled their lips together with disdain.
clown!
The two patriarchs gave the same evaluation.
Then, the two sent a signal.
Immediately, others who had been waiting for a long time began to take action.
The process is far easier than imagined.
Because they have been preparing for a long time.
Because, they still have responders.
When Fabol VII walked out of the bedroom, he saw the sleeping Bolti and the patriarchs of the Green Vine Family and the Dark Lotus Family standing there. The king was stunned for a moment.
Then, he sighed.
"You chose betrayal?"
asked Fabol VII.
"It's not betrayal."
"It's about bringing order out of chaos."
"This - your uncle also admitted it."
The patriarch of the Green Vine Family simply omitted the honorific title of 'Your Majesty' and began to address him as 'you'.
The patriarch of the Anlian family is wary.
Fabol VII was able to become the king of Fabol not only because of his outstanding ability, but also because of his outstanding strength - ten years ago, he was an extraordinary person comparable to the second-level profession of Tesin.
Ten years from now?
Although he has not awakened again, he still cannot be underestimated.
What's more, no one can guarantee that Faber VII did not leave any backup plan behind.
It was just beyond the expectations of the patriarch of the Anlian family.
Fabol VII in front of him showed no intention of resisting. Apart from sighing at the beginning, he just stood there with a calm face and did not move.
"Let's go?"
"It's not good for me, a loser, to keep the winner waiting, isn't it?"
asked Fabol VII.
"Don't worry."
"As long as you cooperate, we will not kill you."
"Although you will lose your freedom, you are still alive, right?"
The patriarch of the Green Vine Family said this.
“Not bad!”
Fabol VII nodded.
Then, the two patriarchs walked one behind the other, with Fabol VII standing in the middle, and left from Fabol VII's bedroom.
About three minutes later, Bolti, who fell to the ground, opened one eye and peeked around.
The next moment, he stood up and jumped into the bedroom of Fabol VII.
Faber VII, who had no idea about this, stood in his study, looking at the old patriarch of the Tulip family sitting in his seat and the green vines, lilies, thorns, violets and dark lotus behind him.
The five patriarchs of the family, Fabol VII, smiled, and finally, their eyes fell on his uncle, the elder of the Rose family, 'Hotmas'.
"Can you tell me why?"
Fabol VII asked.
"Why?"
"You have the nerve to ask why?"
"You should ask yourself why when you became king, the treatment of Fabernet's nobles plummeted, while the treatment of those commoners increased."
"By the way, those ignorant and stupid people call this the 'Enlightenment'!"
Hotemas, the boss of the Rose family, asked loudly.
"This will make Fabol better!"
Fabol VII frowned and explained.
"Fabol is better?"
"What does it have to do with us?"
“What we need is a better family!”
"If the family becomes declining, then there is no need for Fabol to exist at all!"
Hotemas sneered.
"Without the support of the common people, the family will truly decline, and Fabol will fundamentally perish. Our food and clothing are all made by the common people. Give them the status and wealth they deserve.
, as it should be.”
Fabol VII retorted.
"Imos, is this your mercy and kindness?"
"You have forgotten Fabol's honor!"
"Our blood is honor!"
"Our strength is our honor!"
"The civilians of Fabol are just our slaves!"
"Slaves do not deserve status and wealth!"
The patriarch of the Rose family pointed at Fabol VII and roared loudly with an almost spiteful voice——
"It's all you, Imus!"
"It's you who forces us to make a choice!"
"It was you who made the Rose family lose power!"
"You are the sinner of the entire Rose family!"
"Aren't you going to plead guilty now?"
Fabol VII said no more.
The old patriarch of the Tulip family and the other five family patriarchs stood aside, full of gloating.
They are the initiators and participants of the plan, as well as vested interests.
Now?
Nature is the recipient of the fruits of victory.
"Well, Amos, please admit your guilt to all the citizens of Fabol, and we will give you a decent treatment... You will be imprisoned in 'Dulpi' for the rest of your life."
"Decent?"
"An old guy once told me that you can only fight for your own dignity."
"I've always believed that."
"And the old guy also said that I can't get anyone's support."
"I didn't admit it."
"But now?"
"well."
Fabol VII looked around at the seven people in front of him and sighed again.
These seven people are almost the top of Fabol's top management.
He originally thought that not everyone would be attracted.
But the facts told him that he was wrong.
He is too idealistic.
He is doomed to fail.
However, it was not a complete failure.
He was glad that he was just idealistic, not naive, and did not leave everything to others.
