The flames rolled, and the earth was scorched like lava.
But the 'Lord' ignored such a height, just like taking a bath. He stood in the magma and showed a murderous smile to the giant dragon above his head.
Dragon?
It's not like he hasn't killed before.
"drink!"
With a roar, the 'Lord' was lifted directly from the magma.
The scarlet light surging around his body made Goethe frown in the distance.
Hell blood!
【warrior】!
Goethe's eyes sparkled!
He was certain that what he saw was the [Hell Blood] of the warrior profession [Hell Blooder].
‘Lord’ is a warrior professional!
Goethe's brows did not relax after receiving this answer.
On the contrary, the wrinkles became tighter.
Because, according to normal conditions, this level of [Hell Blood] should be above the legendary profession [Fearless One].
To put it simply, it is a title legend.
However, shouldn’t the warrior profession above the legendary be found in the Levin Islands?
Goethe believed, the diary of the ‘Mad King’.
The ‘Mad King’ is unreliable most of the time, but the records in the diary should be reliable.
That……
What happened to ‘Lord’?
Goethe became increasingly puzzled.
"Is it weird?"
"Nothing surprising!"
"The reason why the 'Lord' can rise is precisely because he obtained part of Modeus' inheritance - or in other words, he is a thief and robber!"
Skeffens Steinbeck, who said he would not come back until dawn, suddenly appeared next to Goethe and commented in a rather disdainful tone,
Goethe said nothing.
He listened quietly to Skiffins Steinbeck telling the secrets about 'them'.
"'Lord', Modeus' original servant, should he be the third? Or the fourth manservant."
"On the eve of the first decisive battle, Modeus' research information on the 'New Road' was stolen, and the blame was placed on the poor first manservant."
"Then at the end of the second decisive battle, he even snatched the power seeds that Modeus left for the first servant."
"Otherwise it's up to him?"
Skeffins Steinbeck became more and more sarcastic.
"First footman?"
Goethe became a little interested in this first footman.
On the eve of the first decisive battle, the 'Mad King' became a little suspicious.
After the failure of the first decisive battle, the 'Mad King' was basically half-crazy.
But under such circumstances, the Mad King is still willing to believe a servant who 'betrayed' him, so... this servant must be extraordinary and special.
Skeffins. Steinbeck's sarcasm is gone.
All that's left is self-deprecation.
His voice became deeper.
"Yes, first manservant."
"Grant Steinbeck."
"Grant Steinbeck, 'Coward'?"
Goethe was stunned.
He clearly remembered that the 'coward' Grant Steinbeck was scared to death by a clown six hundred and sixty-six years ago, and there was an accurate record in [The Predator's Scale].
Then Goethe frowned.
He remembered that Skeffins Steinbeck had told him before about the 'reality' of the world in front of him.
The construction of projection and sand.
He should remember such an important thing.
Why?
If you are not reminded, you will be forgotten.
"Are you aware of it?"
Skiffins Steinbeck laughed. The heir to the Steinbeck family looked at his younger brother, with a rare warmth on his face, and his tone became softer: "This is how terrible this world is.
I have told others what I saw more than once, but every time it was forgotten, and even when I was reminded again, I would show the same expression as if I had heard it for the first time."
"In this world, I am the only one who has seen the truth."
"and……"
"Before I got the [Predator's Scale], it was still eroding me - Goethe, have you ever thought about what I once looked like with six eyes?"
Skeffens Steinbeck lightly tapped on his left and right forehead and left and right cheeks to indicate where the other two pairs of eyes once stood.
"Ugly?"
"Not ugly."
"It just hurts a little - because there are many mouths full of sharp teeth in my internal organs, and they keep devouring my flesh and blood."
"call."
"Those days were really difficult."
Skeffins Steinbeck sighed.
That tone was like a high school student on summer vacation who received an invitation from his first love to go swimming, but suddenly discovered that there were ninety-nine other boys who had received the invitation, all of whom were handsomer and stronger than him.
It feels like an understatement.
In fact, he had already vomited blood.
“Will that change happen to me?”
Goethe recalled the "truth of the world" and after confirming that he had remembered it, he asked.
"Won't."
"Its eyes are still looking at me."
"When you are by my side, you will only be blocked by me."
"After all, I am the elder brother, so it is natural for you to hide under my wings."
As he spoke, Skiffins Steinbeck looked at Goethe and smiled.
Goethe felt sincerity in this smile.
No malice.
There is no ulterior motive.
Just sincere.
Skiffins Steinbeck tried hard to be an older brother in his own way - unfortunately, this way is fatal to most people.
Goethe couldn't help but rolled his eyes.
Since Skeffins. Steinbeck wants to be the older brother.
He gave the other party this opportunity.
Therefore, he wants to show his "willfulness".
"Someone said before that I'll be back around seven o'clock."
"Now you are free for three o'clock."
"Oh."
"As a parent, I have the right to make surprise inspections - my younger brother, who is not yet an adult, stays up until three o'clock, but it will give me a headache."
Skeffins Steinbeck chuckled.
"Is it my fault?"
Goethe raised his chin, signaling the battle in the distance.
"No wonder!"
Skifens Steinbeck said with great certainty that the heir to the Steinbeck family said as if teaching or talking to himself: "In this harsh environment, no one can sleep peacefully. Goethe, you are like this, wait.
This is especially true for Faber VII, who has been waiting for a long time. Our Majesty, he has waited too long."
"His greatest strength is his forbearance."
"He can endure everything that ordinary people cannot endure."
"Even if your face is peed on, you can still smile and have a taste."
"However, he endured it for too long, and when he gained enough strength, he became abnormal."
"Why do you think he took action now?"
Facing Skiffins Steinbeck's question, Goethe pondered for a moment.
"Wait for 'them' to fight among themselves, choose the best time, and then, by the way, clean up those people in Sack who he doesn't like but can't get rid of directly... Wait!"
"The Waiting of Fabol VII?"
"Have you cooperated with him?"
Goethe reacted as he spoke.
"certainly!"
"I have many collaborators!"
"Several of 'them', Fabol VII, the royal family of Rudes, the Yatuk royal family, the Lidar royal family, and... Waihai!"
Skeffins Steinbeck said with a smile.
Then, the heir to the Steinbeck family complained to Goethe again.
"Goethe, do you know?"
"How much energy does it take to bring these idiots together?"
"Especially some idiots are extremely greedy."
"Compared to these stupid guys, Northland is what surprised me the most - that Duke Scrooge is really admirable. His tenacity is really terrifying."
"I didn't directly mention the 'truth of the world'. He just relied on some clues I left to know the 'truth of the world'."
"Then?"
When Skeffens Steinbeck saw the concern on Goethe's face, he couldn't help but lengthen his tone.
"Then what?"
Goethe asked urgently.
"Of course it's okay."
"I said that the 'truth of the world' has always been paying attention to me."
"And Archduke Scrooge's willpower is strong enough."
"Oh, is it true that Northland is more important to you?"
Skeffins Steinbeck expressed his dissatisfaction.
The heir to the Steinbeck family believed that he was closer to Goethe.
Goethe sensed this dissatisfaction.
However, he did not hide it.
No excuses were made.
"Um."
"They treat me like family."
"Northland is my second home."
Goethe said it truthfully.
"Home?"
"family?"
Skeffins Steinbeck muttered to himself, and then he laughed again.
He has a family.
He also has a home.
It didn't happen before, but it does now.
Goethe was his family.
Home is where Goethe is.
Thinking of this, the heir to the Steinbeck family did not stop any longer. He said: "Once an individual becomes a member of a group, he will no longer bear responsibility for his actions. At this time, everyone will reveal that they are not restrained.
On the other side, group pursuits never believe in truth and rationality, but blind obedience, cruelty, paranoia and fanaticism. They only know how to use simple and extreme emotions to satisfy themselves - when ordinary people like Sack were bewitched by "Ms."
Like this.
The guy among 'them' who was bewitched by me is like this.
So, Goethe, you have to remember——
Family and stuff are not important.
Loneliness will make you calmer.
By the way, one more thing.
It's time for us to separate.
You just stay here.
Don't follow.
If you dare to follow...
Kill you."
As Skiffins Steinbeck spoke, a smile appeared on his face again, but this smile didn't have any warmth at all, it was just cold and ferocious.
The heir to the Steinbeck family walked toward the battlefield.
By this time, the 'Lord' and Fabol VII were already scarred.
‘Lord’ lost his left arm.
Fabol VII, who transformed into a dragon, had one of his wings broken off and could no longer fly.
However, both sides did not stop because of their injuries.
On the contrary, both sides fought in a more exaggerated manner.
Ignore defense!
Just attack!
once!
Ten times!
A hundred times!
Blood spreads.
Never took a step back.
The 'Lady' quickly retreated with the body of the 'Snake', but was obviously a step slower than George VI who was escaping with the 'Lumberjack' on his shoulders, and the two of them were affected.
Scarlet aura.
Searing flames.
The 'Ms.' let out a scream, and no longer cared about the body of the 'Snake', and prepared to retreat quickly, but the 'Snake' who was a corpse grabbed the 'Ms.'
Not only did he catch it, he also threw it back.
Borrowing the reaction force, the 'snake' ran forward.
"Ahhhhh!"
'Lady' screamed in scarlet and flames.
The 'snake' didn't care, crawling on the ground and running away like a snake.
Then--
'Snake' saw a pair of boots.
It's Skeffins Steinbeck.
"This way of escaping is not very gentlemanly."
Saying these words, Skeffins Steinbeck kicked the 'snake' back.
In the scarlet and fierce flames, the 'snake' howled and became mutilated.
At the same time, the 'Lord' and Fabol VII stopped.
The two panting people looked at Skiffins Steinbeck.
"Good evening, Lord, Your Majesty the King."
Skeffins Steinbeck leaned forward, put one hand on his chest, and bowed slightly.
The smile on your face, the etiquette on your body.
Meticulous.
Personable.
No matter how harsh the palace etiquette officer is, he can't find any shortcomings in it, and the rest can only be praised.
But the faces of the 'Lord' and Fabol VII changed.
"Is this all your fault?"
'Lord' asked.
The 'Lord' has never met Skifens Steinbeck in a real sense, but the appearance of Skifens Steinbeck at this time is enough to explain a lot of problems.
What's more, he just saw the 'Hunter' running away with the 'Lumberjack', and the 'Lady' running away with the 'Snake'.
The former can be said to be a good friendship.
the latter?
Cooperation despite apparent hostility.
That cannot be explained by friendship.
There must be some ulterior secret.
And coincidentally, 'Ms.' mentioned Skeffins Steinbeck.
Said, that is a person who can be used.
Everything flashed through the 'Lord's' mind.
But Fabol VII was much simpler.
"Bolti?!"
Fabol VII drank out the name of his former court official.
Skeffins Steinbeck bowed again.
"It's my Majesty."
The calm look of the heir to the Steinbeck family made Faber VII laugh angrily.
"From the last time the Tulip family united with the other four families to rebel, to the destruction of Sark now, it was all your handiwork, right?"
Fabol VII's tone seemed to be questioning, but he was extremely sure.
But this time Skiffins Steinbeck simply shook his head.
"I'm just threading the needle."
"The ones who really accomplished all of this are still Your Majesty and those Excellencies themselves."
"And now?"
"Your Majesty, do you want to put all the blame on me?"
Skeffins Steinbeck's tone was full of indignation.
But then he laughed.
"That's right."
"This is your style."
"It's also your best choice - if the matter is so big, it will naturally need a guy to take the blame, and apart from me, there is no suitable person."
"snort!"
Fabol VII, whose thoughts were revealed, didn't say much. He just snorted coldly and changed from the appearance of a giant dragon to that of a dragon-man. In the red and gold holes erected, Skeffens Steinbeck was reflected.
He grinned, revealing his ferocious teeth: "Do you think you are sure of victory now? Lord, it seems we have been underestimated."
The 'Lord' immediately felt the kindness of Fabol VII.
At the same time, I understood what Fabol VII was thinking.
Immediately, the 'lord' said.
"Yeah, we were underestimated."
"Why don't we kill this guy first and then we can decide the outcome?"
"certainly!"
Faber VII nodded immediately.
Facing the two people's cooperation, Skiffins Steinbeck's smile remained unchanged, but he waved his hands repeatedly. He backed away and said: "I don't dare to underestimate you two in any case, so I carefully prepared a plan.
Fan."
As he spoke, he raised his hand.
Buzz!
The door condensed with flesh and blood appeared out of thin air.
A figure appeared among them.
"'Angler'!"
The ‘Lord’ expression condensed.
But George VI, who was escaping with the 'Lumberjack' on his shoulders, changed his expression, his eyes were full of disbelief, and he exclaimed -
"Captain of the 'Secret Keeper' Team Zero, Oban Seth?!"
