Chapter 242 The Eve of the Storm! ~Ask for a Monthly Ticket~)
Chapter 242 The Eve of the Storm! (Please subscribe~Please vote~)
On the inland sea, the waves rolled endlessly, causing waves of waves.
The white waves still had a faint white color in the night. Fabol's ship was sinking slowly in the distance, and people shouted loudly.
But the sound seemed to have stopped.
Not just human voices!
And the sound of waves!
When that peek appeared, Goethe felt that everything had stopped.
The glimpse is fleeting.
In an instant, everything returned to normal.
But Goethe's whole body was covered with hair.
Just like walking alone in a quiet forest late at night, and suddenly a poisonous snake pops out of the bushes, it is not only dangerous, but also deadly.
However, this gaze was not directed at him!
But the [Dragon Blood Crystal] in his hand.
No!
To be more precise...
Fabol VII!
Goethe was thoughtful.
At this time, the Archduke, who had been hiding in the dark, came out of the shadows and asked Goethe with his eyes. After confirming that Goethe had no problem, he made a concealed gesture and walked towards Simler K.
"This place will be handed over to Enmley Ke first."
"Simler, Goethe, come back to Bear's Castle with me."
After the Grand Duke said this, he disappeared in a flash.
Simlei Ke quickly followed.
Goethe, who had already received the Archduke's signal, walked up to Margareta Mag.
"Do you want revenge?"
Goethe asked softly.
"think."
Margarita Margo nodded immediately.
"If you want, just follow me!"
After Goethe finished speaking, he turned around and left.
Margarida Margo followed immediately.
Enmley Ke, who was standing on the other side of the pier with the Grand Duke's Guards, sighed with regret.
"Goethe is still too soft-hearted."
"If you give me..."
"What would you do if I gave it to you?"
Gergil Ke, who had been missing for several days, came over.
"Of course, I will firmly hold Margarida Mag in my hands, and then... kill all the Fabol nobles here - their property and resources will fall into my own pocket, and issue a statement,
Fabernet is their property, and it is mine."
The Grand Duke's second son said and sighed again.
"Believe it or not, if you dare to do this, my father will definitely break your legs."
Gejir Ke rolled his eyes angrily.
"Even if I break my leg, I will still do it."
"Unfortunately, the key person is not me, but Goethe, and Goethe?"
"It's my brother again... ugh!"
The second son of the Grand Duke sighed repeatedly.
However, soon, the second son of the Grand Duke came back to his senses.
He looked at his other brother.
"How are you doing with your affairs?"
"Basically no problem."
Gergil Ke answered like this.
"What does it mean that there is basically no problem?"
"Just say that if there is no accident, then there will be no problem."
"What if there was an accident?"
Enmle Ke frowned and his face became serious.
When it comes to family matters, the second son of the Grand Duke is always extremely serious.
He knew about Gergil Ke's troubles.
No small trouble.
It's a huge trouble.
"If there was an accident, I would go to the underground of Bear Castle to guard the tomb and let my ancestors take care of me. But if that didn't work... I would kill myself by crashing into my ancestor's coffin."
Gergil said nonchalantly.
The third son of the Grand Duke did it on purpose.
He wanted the atmosphere to be more relaxed.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, he found that his brother's brows frowned even more tightly, and the look on his face was a little weird.
In an instant, the third prince thought of something.
"Emlay, don't you... also want to?"
"Um."
"My problem is much more serious than yours. That kind of power not only erodes my body, but also wants to pollute my will - so I am also considering whether to choose to commit suicide in the ancestral mausoleum under the Bear Castle.
, at least, it won’t hurt you...but, I feel like I can still hold on for a while."
The second son of the Grand Duke did not hide anything and nodded.
It is different from facing my father and elder brother.
When facing Gedir, Emre would not hide anything.
Not only because the two people are in similar situations.
It's also because, father and brother, the things they carry are too heavy, and this little thing about him is not worth mentioning at all.
"Yes, hold on for a while longer."
"When those guys show up, we'll give them a good look."
"'them'?"
"Shit!"
Gejir echoed, his voice gradually became lower and lower, and his eyes showed murderous intent.
"No matter who 'they' are, I am sure that 'them' will stay, what do you say, Gejir?"
"Just give me a hand."
Enmle Ke smiled playfully and patted his brother on the shoulder.
Gergil rolled his eyes again.
"It doesn't matter who will attack whom!"
"Anyway, Goethe is here. With Goethe here, my brother will no longer suffer in small things, and can even step into the same realm as his father faster. At that time, with the protection of my father and brother, with Goethe
With talents, you can definitely step into the 'Legends' - if you have three 'Legends' in the North, you will basically be safe."
Gergil said this.
"Three 'Legends'?"
"Not enough..."
"I think we can go one step further - don't 'they' claim to be the black hand of the world, the Dark Curtain?"
"Guess what 'their' strength is like?"
Enmley Ke pointed in the direction of Fabol as he spoke.
"You want?"
Gejir narrowed his eyes.
"The war should be kept away from the north."
Enmley Ke smiled.
"yes!"
"Not only should the flames of war be kept away from the North, but 'their' property should also be left behind in the North!"
Gergil nodded.
Then, the two brothers looked at each other and smiled, making the final decision in their hearts.
At this moment, in the Bear Castle, the Grand Duke, Simler Ke and Goethe were sitting together.
"This is George VI's back-up plan!"
"This bastard ten years ago... no, he should have been in contact with Fabol VII earlier, and had the current plan - and Fabol VII, who was deceived, most likely knew about 'them'
, but it is incomplete.”
"That's why we have the current situation."
"Let me think about it!"
"With the way that bastard George VI did it, he would have reminded Fabre VII to be careful of 'them', but in the nook and cranny that Fabre VII could find, there was something similar to 'them'
Generally, 'Legends' are strong, but not as strong as 'Legends' that can 'turn into dragons'."
"What a fucking bastard!"
Having said this, the Grand Duke curled his lips and cursed.
"Were the eyes we were looking at before 'them'?"
Goethe asked in confirmation.
"Um."
"It should be 'them'."
"'They' locked on Fabol VII, but they didn't expect such an accident to happen."
The Grand Duke nodded in confirmation.
"Will Goethe be okay?"
Simlei Ke asked.
"No."
"'They' will not think that they have been discovered by a small third-level professional. Their attention will definitely be attracted by Fabol VII, and they will choose reasonable methods to deal with Fabol VII."
The Grand Duke shook his head.
"How to deal with it?"
Goethe asked about the key points.
"It's nothing more than trying to win over and destroy them."
"But according to the plan of that bastard George VI, the attempt to win over will definitely fail."
"Then all that's left is annihilation."
The Grand Duke sighed.
"Destroy?"
"so……"
"Margarida?"
Goethe frowned and looked at the Archduke - just now, when the Archduke signaled him to bring Margarita back, Goethe had a guess, but after it was confirmed, he was still surprised.
The hatred between the Rose family and the Tulip family has long been irresolvable.
So what can make Fabol VII, who was born in the Rose family, die in a reasonable way?
Naturally, the Tulip family took action.
Then Margarita Margo is the most suitable.
It is also the most reasonable.
It's just that Margarida Mag's strength...
Um?
Northland!
Kejia!
Margarida Margo is not strong enough, but Margarida Margo has a close relationship with the Ke family in the North. Once she pulls the Northern Territory into trouble, everything will be different.
Not only can he successfully kill Fabol VII.
It can also detect the Grand Duke's true strength.
Subconsciously, Goethe raised his head and looked at the Archduke.
"It's just what you thought, Goethe."
"Those guys wouldn't pass up an opportunity like this."
"Father, let's take the initiative!"
Simlei Ke suddenly spoke.
"We kill 'em'!"
The eldest son of the Grand Duke said in a deep voice.
"I want it too!"
"But it's too difficult!"
"Until now, we don't know exactly who 'they' are, or even how many 'they' there are - the only clues are the clues I discovered accidentally when I was tracking down George VI."
"If I hadn't looked through some of my ancestors' notes, I would have thought that this was a hole dug for me by George VI."
"In fact, that's what he wanted to do."
"But I'm lucky."
"But we can't always rely on luck."
The Grand Duke shook his head and rejected the eldest son's proposal.
"The best thing we can do now is to delay..."
"It will take a certain amount of time for those guys to contact Fabol VII - according to George VI's plan, Fabol VII will definitely delay the time without knowing it. This is our opportunity."
"During this time, I'm going to find that bastard George VI."
"Then……"
"Alliance with him!"
The Grand Duke expressed his thoughts. The Grand Duke's eldest son was stunned, but Goethe was stunned.
"We are alone and we lack information."
"It's necessary to get him to join the team."
"And so is Skiffins Steinbeck."
"He will also be our ally."
"certainly!"
"There are also countries such as Rudes, Yatuk, and Lidal. I don't believe that some guys in these countries who know the inside story are willing to sit back and wait for death. I will try my best to unite them."
The Grand Duke added.
Afterwards, the Grand Duke gave some minor instructions.
When he walked out of the Grand Duke's room, Goethe's face was solemn.
He felt oppressed again.
The feeling of oppression is stronger than before.
"My life is so miserable! How many days have you had peace of mind?"
"Why do such troubles always find me?"
Goethe asked himself.
Answer?
Of course there is none.
Maybe it's fate?
Maybe it's personality?
or……
Simply not strong enough?
Goethe attributed it to the latter.
call!
He took a deep breath and made slight adjustments to his next plan - the 'Anchor World' had become dangerous, and he needed to go to the 'Secret World' to gain more strength.
Simlei Ke on the side also seemed to have made up his mind.
"Goethe."
"Um?"
Goethe looked at Simler K.
"I need to leave for about 1-2 weeks, and you will take care of the house temporarily."
"1-2 weeks?"
"Understood."
Goethe nodded immediately.
He looked at the determination in Simlei Ke's eyes and already guessed what Simlei Ke was planning to do.
Promoted to 'Legend'!
Simlei Ke also felt a sense of oppression.
Naturally, a breakthrough is needed.
Simler K patted Goethe on the shoulder, turned around and left.
His steps are firm and his figure is moving forward in an indomitable way.
Goethe watched Simler Ke leave, and only after the other party's figure completely disappeared, he turned around and walked towards his room.
In the room, Margarida Margot was sitting there, looking sad and slightly lost in thought.
Although this second daughter of the Tulip family is a bit close to Silla in nature, she is a little smarter than Silla in her stupid state. She knows very well why her brother said that before he died.
The Tulip family is finished!
The Tulip people in Fabol must have been completely killed or injured!
Otherwise, her brother would not let her seek asylum in the North!
Margarita Margo has always known what her family wants to do.
But, she escaped.
She always thinks of herself as a woman.
All she had to do was marry a good family according to her father's and the family's wishes and bring more help to the family. But when things came to a close, she realized that she didn't want to do that.
So she ran away.
Could it be that my escape caused the family to fail?
Involuntarily, this idea appeared in Margarida Margo's heart.
The second daughter of the Tulip family fell into considerable self-blame.
After all, she still has feelings for her father and brother that are difficult to let go of.
People.
It's always so contradictory.
Both ruthless and affectionate.
Be dedicated and carefree.
You can even be devoted and devoted to every relationship while being flirtatious, and let your descendants sigh with emotion, "Why are they all my sister?"
But what about the reality?
She's not my sister either.
Perhaps life is composed of complexity and contradictions.
Margareta Mag's current situation is similar.
She had wished more than once that the tulip family would disappear.
She thinks that as long as the tulip family disappears, she will be happy.
Can the tulip family really disappear?
All she was left with was empty and overwhelmed.
When Goethe opened the door and came in, he roughly understood the state of Margareta Mag.
"Do you think you caused this?"
Goethe asked.
Margarida Margo didn't speak, which was considered acquiescence.
"Oh, woman, you think too highly of yourself."
Goethe sneered, raised Margarida Marge's chin, and said with a contemptuous expression.
"Who do you think you are?"
"You are far less important than you think!"
"Smug woman!"
Goethe squeezed Margarida Marge's chin, and his tone became colder.
Margarida Marge, whose chin was pinched, wanted to retort, but with her chin and cheeks pinched, she couldn't speak at all. After trying several times, she finally...
Wow, I cried out loud!
When Margarita Margot started crying, Goethe let go of his hand and took Margarita Margot into his arms.
There are no words.
No words are needed at this time.
Action is the best.
"Song, Goethe your hands, hands."
The sobbing Margarida Mag suddenly raised her head with tears in her eyes and said.
"oh?"
"Habits become natural."
Goethe replied very naturally.
As for the hands?
Once the habit becomes natural, then you should continue to get used to it.
Margarida Margo blushed and began to struggle - humming as her main means of struggle, supplemented by a slight twist of her body, and finally chose to bury her head in Goethe's chest.
She is ready.
Or rather...
She didn't know if she was ready.
She just wants to find someone to rely on now.
Just in time, Goethe appeared.
As it happened, Goethe didn't hate it yet.
As it happened, Goethe was pretty good-looking.
exactly……
Margarida Marge found too many reasons to convince herself, but in a word, she chose to accept it.
only--
"For the sake of my efforts to comfort you, can you lend me 3,000 gold grams?"
Goethe asked in an increasingly gentle voice.
Margarita Margo:???
She's all set!
Such a sentence came suddenly?
Is it appropriate?
Is it reasonable?
Margarida Mag raised her head and looked at Goethe, her eyes filled with anger.
At this moment, the second daughter of the Tulip family no longer cares about her usual elegance and self-cultivation, and just blurts out a curse word.
"Goethe Wein, I am XXXXX!"
"Well..."
"You've already scolded me like this, can you add more gold?"
After thinking about it, Goethe asked this question.
"You bastard!"
"Let me go!"
"Son of a bitch!"
"Let me go!"
Margarida Margo struggled again, and this time the struggle was a real struggle, not only grabbing with her hands, stepping on her feet, but also biting.
"Tsk, we are discussing, why are you so impatient?"
"At worst, there's no need to add more, it's just 3000w gold grams."
Goethe said seriously.
"3000 gold grams?"
"No!"
"Not even a single copper...ah!"
While Margarida Mag was still talking, Goethe suddenly let go. The second daughter of the Tulip family, who was already struggling, immediately fell to the side. Goethe stood by and watched without any intention of helping her.
Instead, he just watched the second daughter of the Tulip family roll over and stand firm.
Well, the second daughter of the Tulip family is wearing a skirt.
"Why do you wear pants under your skirt?"
"This is not ladylike behavior."
Goethe sighed.
"I want you to take care of it?"
Margarida Margot stared, raised her foot and kicked Goethe.
Goethe grabbed the opponent's ankle and sighed loudly.
"Kicking someone is not ladylike behavior."
As Goethe spoke, he took two steps back. Margareta immediately jumped forward, following Goethe's pull, and then retreated following Goethe's push.
Goethe thought for a moment, then lightly kicked Margarida Marge's supporting foot, and then pulled the palm holding her ankle.
Immediately, Margarida Margo was placed into a straight line.
When practicing martial arts, Margarida Margo has posed like this more than once.
But it's different from the usual calmness.
At this time, Margarida Margot was full of shyness, anger and a little bit of inexplicable... excitement.
"let go!"
"Is this what you do as a gentleman?"
Margareta Mag scolded.
"gentleman?"
Goethe smiled and raised his hand to raise Margarita Marge's leg.
As the angle changes, the one-character horse immediately becomes prominent.
However, just when Goethe was about to lift Margareta Mag's leg above his head, Margareta Mag's entire body disappeared.
Teleport!
The secret art of Tulip family bloodline.
In other words, awakening talent.
The next moment, Margarida Mag appeared in the corner of the room, and the thin sword named 'stamen' had already appeared in her hand.
A long sword also appeared in Goethe's hand.
It was the sword that Hodith gave him.
Name——
【Blade of Bloody Cruelty】!
[Blade of Blood Torture: This is a treasure passed down by the Hodis family. When Hodis inherited it, the glory of the former treasure had long been dimmed. Its name was unknown, and its sharpness was hidden in the scabbard.
Among them, only when the night is quiet, Hoddis will pull it out and wipe it carefully, and tell it that his own sorrow, which was originally bleak, has become dimmer, and it does not need this]
[Cut Blade: The Blade of Blood Torment has a sharp edge. When faced with weapons and armor whose defense level is lower than the 'strong' level, it will produce cutting and piercing effects]
[Blood Blade: When the bloody blade bathes in the blood of the enemy, the blood will cover the blade, and its sharpness will increase by one level again, reaching the 'ferocious' level]
[Blood-devouring: Continuous killing will cause the Blade of Blood-Cruelty to swallow blood, restore the physical strength of the sword holder, and make it stronger and sharper. When it reaches the extreme, the Blade of Blood-Cruelty will increase its own level.
】
[Blood Territory: The blade of the Blood Torture Blade will vibrate, dragging surrounding enemies into the illusion of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. It requires a 'heart' judgment of 1 to escape. When it is impossible to escape, it will activate
A desire to kill, regardless of friend or foe, killing crazily until exhausted]
[Desire for killing: When the user holds the bloody blade, he will automatically make a 'heart' judgment. When the 'heart' judgment fails, there will be an uncontrollable desire to kill]
(Note 1: The scabbard of the Blade of Blood Cruelty helps curb the desire to kill. When the Blade of Blood Cruelty is sheathed, the desire to kill will not arise)
(Note 2: Now after the Blade of Blood Torture is unsheathed, the 'heart' judgment is 3, and the difficulty of the judgment will not increase as the holding time increases)
(Note 3: Originated from the secret realm and can be brought into the secret realm freely)
…
Buzz!
On Goethe's waist, the [Blade of Blood Torture] in the scabbard trembled the moment Goethe held it.
Even though the scabbard was still there, the sound still reached Margareta Mag's ears clearly.
Pleasurable, bloodthirsty.
And, can’t wait.
A terrifying scene like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood appeared in her eyes. Although it disappeared the next moment, the mountain of countless corpses and the scarlet blood like a river still frightened Margarida Mag.
.
Goethe really wants to kill me?
Margarida Marge couldn't help but think.
Then……
She sheathed her sword silently.
"Can't you afford it?"
"I'm just kidding."
Margarita Margo said this.
Goethe's smile remained unchanged and his palm did not leave the hilt of his sword.
Margarida Marge immediately added.
"You said you want to borrow 30 million gold grams, so it's not impossible to consider..."
"Why can't I afford it?"
"Of course I know you're joking."
"We are friends."
Goethe immediately let go of the hilt of his sword, walked to Margareta Magg with a smile on his face, took her hand, and was about to say something more, but Margareta Magg spoke first.
"You have to tell me how to take revenge!"
"You just said, you tell me when I come with you."
"certainly!"
Goethe smiled first, then looked at Margarida Margot with a serious expression and said.
"But before that, I have a question for you."
"you……"
"Are you afraid of death?"
The second daughter of the Tulip family frowned and thought for a moment.
With an extremely solemn expression, he nodded and replied loudly——
"Afraid!"
PS Feilong adjusted his schedule and did a nucleic acid test in the morning. This chapter is over... I'm sorry~ and everyone, don't forget to claim the prize at 515 starting point~ Feilong also won 1 yuan and 515 starting point in the morning
