Not only is the location of the private room fixed, but also because the way Sheila waves her big chicken legs is too conspicuous.
It’s so conspicuous that it feels like it’s out of place with the surroundings!
Therefore, Goethe, who was standing on the ring, almost instantly locked onto the woman who looked different from everyone else.
As for the sound?
Even if the people around him shouted loudly, Goethe's superhuman [body] could still hear them clearly.
Suddenly, Goethe had the urge to cover his face.
Is it embarrassing?
A little bit.
But for Goethe, things will return to normal after a little adaptation.
Not thick-skinned.
Just for planning.
For planning!
Goethe told himself, looking at the players' tunnel on the opposite side.
snort!
Margarida Mag, who was standing in the player tunnel, looked at the cheering Silla and snorted coldly.
"You think you're going to win?"
"The winner must be me!"
"You are just Goethe's last resort choice!"
"I am the one..."
"Correct!"
Thinking of this, Margarida Mag took a deep breath. She looked towards the ring and towards the private room.
Something called the desire to win appeared in the heart of the second daughter of the Tulip family.
The desire to win is a very strange thing.
When you say no, it really means that it doesn't matter if you lie flat and rotten.
But once it appears...
Then it's really unstoppable.
It's like a flood that bursts a dam.
It makes you completely lose your mind.
It also allows certain emotions to be magnified infinitely.
For example: hate.
Also for example...
like!
Goethe could clearly see the burning in Margarida Margo's eyes.
He was familiar with this kind of heat.
This is what he looks like when he looks at money.
Did I use too much force?
Don’t get me wrong!
I just like your money!
Goethe thought, but immediately he entered the state.
Because the moment Margarida Marge walked out of the contestant tunnel, she entered the ideal state of 'love and reluctance'.
No hate.
There is only love and reluctance.
But a determined expression appeared on the face of the second daughter of the Tulip family.
Goethe was sure that anyone who saw this face clearly would make up countless plots in their mind.
Naturally, he cannot hold back.
Goethe and Margareta Mago looked at each other.
In an instant, an indescribable tacit understanding arose between the two of them.
Such a tacit understanding made the competition reach the extreme level before it even started.
"Come on, Master Goethe!"
"Come on Miss Margo!"
And with the appearance of the 'heroine', the cheers in the entire Bear Castle Arena reached a certain extreme.
First of all, this game is an "unexpected" extra game, and the tickets are naturally included in the previous tickets.
To put it simply, it is free.
Secondly, it is to eat melon.
For people in the north who have a poor entertainment life, nothing makes them happier than the scene before them.
Although Master Goethe Wein is a respectable person.
But their happiness is also unintentional.
There's no malicious intent.
Everyone told themselves this, but as Margarida Mag pulled out the narrow-edged sword 'stamen', the people in the north burst into even louder cheers.
And under such cheers——
"Margarida, please listen to my explanation."
"I don't listen! I don't listen! I don't listen!"
Goethe tried hard to explain, but it was in vain. Margareta Mago clenched the sword in her hand and stabbed her straight.
However, he stopped when he was an inch away from Goethe.
This is of course a script.
Goethe looked at the stopped sword and seemed to be relieved.
He looked at Margarida. Margarita just wanted to say something.
At this time, the eyes of the second daughter of the Tulip family turned red.
Tears welled up in his eyes.
Immediately, Goethe's words stopped.
He wanted to raise his hand to touch Margarida Mag, but the sword was blocking his chest, making it difficult for him to move forward.
Lowering his head, Goethe looked at the sword on his chest and suddenly chuckled.
"No one can stop us from being together."
Saying these words, Goethe strode forward.
puff!
The famous sword "Pistil" pierced Goethe's chest.
Not much, but blood was pouring out.
Margarita Margo panicked, let go, and retreated.
Goethe pulled out the famous sword 'Pistil' and threw it on the ground. Letting the blood flow, he rushed forward and hugged Margarida Mag in his arms.
"Ohhhhhh!"
The northerners watching the excitement cheered again.
What do they want to see?
That's what they want to see.
Almost everyone is staring at the ring, but they do not include Simlei Ke and Emlei Ke around the ring.
Simlai Ke's face was as sinking as water.
Enmlek clenched his fists.
Hidden in the crowd of spectators, Simik Zuolunsi had a strange blush on his pale face.
"Tragedy under misunderstanding?"
"No."
"It's the fate you each bear."
Under the aria, Simik Zollens stared closely at the scene on the ring.
"Simic, you are no longer a poet."
"Besides, you won't take it seriously, right?"
"This is obviously an act."
Sidder sneered at this scene. He lowered his voice and said, "Look at the expressions of Simle Ke and Enmle Ke. They must have a reason."
"It's not acting."
"Margarida Marg really loved Goethe, and Goethe really had no fear of life or death - the sword in her hand conveyed this emotion to me, and the tip of the sword was only a few inches away from Goethe's heart.
A knuckle’s distance away.”
"As long as Margareta Mago exerts a little force, Goethe will definitely die."
"Even if it's acting, it doesn't have to be so realistic."
Simik Zuolunsi shook his head.
"Yeah?"
Sidder was a little unsure. He thought that this scene was probably staged by the Ke family to evade their assistance. Even though they agreed verbally, they did not sign a contract.
Who knows what will happen?
However, he trusted his friend's judgment.
After all, among those who use swords, Simik Zollens is the expert.
If Simic said this, then the real situation must be like this.
"Well, it's a pity..."
Simic suddenly sighed.
"What's the pity?"
"One is the nephew of the Grand Duke of the North, and still owns his own territory, and the other is the second daughter of the Tulip family, but the family was destroyed... They are destined to not be able to achieve everything."
Simik Zuolunsi, the youngest captain of the 'Keeper of Secrets', suddenly thought of something, and there was unspeakable sadness on his face.
Then, he coughed violently again.
"Okay, okay."
"Stop worrying about others, we..."
"I, Goethe Wein, admit defeat!"
Just when Schider was getting medicine for his friend again, Goethe, who was hit by a sword and hugging Margarita Marge, felt that time was almost up. He raised his head and suddenly said loudly, and the entire arena fell silent.
Everyone looked at Goethe in confusion.
"As agreed, I will give Svetla to Margareta."
After saying these words, Goethe was about to let go of Margareta Mag.
According to the script, Goethe should have "exited due to injury" at this time.
But what Goethe didn't expect was that Margareta Mag suddenly hugged him back.
Not only did he hug her, he also leaned his head towards me.
Goethe lowered his head...
This is?!
People around him exclaimed in surprise.
"Great love."
Simik Zuolunsi, the captain of the 'Secret Keeper' who once had the dream of becoming a poet, applauded softly and admired.
The applause seemed to wake up the people around him.
Everyone applauded.
Bang bang bang!
There was thunderous applause in the Bear Castle Coliseum.
In the VIP room, Silla puffed her cheeks and stared angrily at this scene.
"A woman who drinks horse urine takes advantage of Goethe."
"You guy!"
"I, I... must make you look good!"
Angrily, Silla opened her mouth and bit down on the big chicken leg, swallowing the bones and meat into her mouth and chewing.
After a while, Silla came back to her senses.
Huh?
When did my teeth become so sharp?
Silla was stunned for a moment.
Then I didn't care anymore.
because……
Margarida Margot stuck out her tongue!
Phew! Phew! Phew!
Kill her! Kill her! Kill her!
Anger rose from the bottom of my heart.
Two voices roared in Silla's mind.
The originally 'calm' person became violent.
The original 'irritability' turned into rage.
But under normal circumstances, Silla, who controlled herself, would not allow any accidents to happen. She told herself to be calm, rational and take a deep breath.
But the anger never goes away.
As she breathed, she grew hotter and hotter.
Her heart was pounding, pounding, pounding.
Her stomach began to feel hot.
call!
A stream of flames was sprayed out by Silla.
Um?
Silla was completely stunned.
What's going on.
The Grand Duke on the side smiled.
"It's the dragon blood potion you took before. This is a normal phenomenon. As time goes by, you will have more and more 'dragon' characteristics. However, don't worry, you are all normal 'dragon blood warriors'."
'Characteristics will not be uncontrollable - but, Sheila, your talent is very good, I thought it would take a few more months for you to show such characteristics."
After hearing the grand duke's explanation, Silla nodded slightly confused.
What about my previous dream?
And the colorful dragon you saw in the mirror?
Is it also because of the medicine?
Is everything normal?
Having found a reasonable explanation for herself, Silla instantly put all of this behind her mind - the answer was already there, so what else was there to think about?
She looked longingly towards the ring.
By this time, Goethe and Margareta Margot had separated.
It was Margot who pushed Goethe away.
Goethe looked surprised.
"Margarida?"
"Goodbye, I..."
The sound gradually became inaudible.
The second daughter of the Tulip family picked up her sword and turned around to leave.
Goethe raised his hand to stop him, but a large amount of blood spurted out from his chest and even more from his mouth.
His body shook, and Goethe fell on the ring.
"Goethe!"
Silla shouted in panic.
She couldn't care less about the script at this time.
He jumped directly from the VIP room, ran straight to the ring, and picked up Goethe.
Simle. Ke and Enmle. Ke jumped onto the ring at the same time.
"Take Goethe back to the room."
Simulai Ke said this.
"good."
The helpless Silla nodded repeatedly, picked up Goethe and left behind Simler K, leaving only the spectators talking about the game.
"That's Silla?"
“Really beautiful.”
Siddel admired.
"But it also made the fate of Goethe and Margarita Magg worse - she used secret magic shock to make Goethe more seriously injured..."
"Is it the hand of Margareta Mag?"
"Why did she do that?"
Sidder looked shocked.
"She's leaving."
"She didn't want Goethe to stand in the way."
"She hopes to end her mission in her own way!"
"And this..."
"It will make our situation more and more difficult."
A wry smile appeared on Simic's face.
"You mean whether the North will send reinforcements?"
"It's not just that. Thinking about the character of the Grand Duke and the tradition of the Ke family, we should pray now that the Grand Duke will not anger us."
"We didn't do anything!"
Sidder looked innocent.
"Do you really think we could still be sitting here if we did something?"
"and……"
"There is no reason to express anger."
With these words, Simic left his seat.
Siddel followed quickly.
And in the following week, Sidder realized what "anger" means.
For a week, he never saw Goethe again.
Five days ago, Goethe was in a coma.
I woke up yesterday but needed to rest.
today?
Continue to recuperate.
"I just want to see Master Goethe Wein."
Schider said this.
But Gezier Ke, who was standing in front of the other party, had a polite smile on his face, stood in the way without giving an inch, and said in a polite tone: "My brother is still recovering from his injuries and will not see visitors."
"But……"
"No but, please come back."
Gezier Ke raised his hand and motioned for Sider to leave.
"us……"
"Hello, Master Gergil Ke. According to the agreement, these are the chips given by the 'Keeper of Secrets'. Even if Master Goethe is unwell, these chips should be given to him."
"And please tell Master Goethe that we are leaving the North."
"Bode needs support."
Simik Zuolunsi said these words and handed the two scrolls to Gezier Ke.
The third son of the Grand Duke looked at the sick captain of the 'Secret Keeper' in great surprise, and finally nodded and took it.
"I'll let Goethe know."
"So, goodbye."
Simik Zuolunsi nodded gratefully, turned around and left with his friends.
Gejir Ke watched the other party leave.
It wasn't until the other party disappeared that he turned around to find Goethe.
It was rumored that Goethe, who was seriously injured, almost recovered that day. For the past week, he spent his time resting, reading, and playing with Sila.
This time is no exception——
Snap!
Amid the crisp sound, Silla crouched down with her head in her hands.
What followed was Goethe's roar.
"I told you not to touch books with oily hands."
"I didn't mean it. The fried chicken legs are so delicious that I can't bear to put them down."
"Then don't touch the book."
"But the book talks about the secret recipe for fried chicken legs!"
Facing Sila who looked like this, Goethe covered his face.
Just at this time, smiling Gezier Ke and Emle Ke walked in side by side.
"It's always so lively."
"The trading chip given by Simic."
"They returned to Baldur."
"This guy..."
"It's hard to deal with!"
As the third son of the Grand Duke said, he handed over all the 'Sword Breathing Technique' and the 'Soldier' baptism scroll to Goethe - even though Goethe had stated that they would be shared with the North.
But it was still up to Goethe to hand it over to the head of the Ke family.
He won't do anything for you.
Unless he wants to be beaten by his father or brother.
"yes."
"The deal was given without completing the transaction, and the appearance of complete trust in the Ke family's reputation forced us to help them... Is there any news about Simlai?"
Goethe sighed and asked for news about his brother who left a week ago.
"not yet."
"But we don't have to worry about Simley."
"He must be fine."
Gergil Ke said this.
Enmlai Ke on the side said directly.
"Don't worry, Simlai is immortal. He will definitely come back at the appointed time and bring us surprises!"
Enmle Ke was full of confidence when he said this.
