The raging fire burned on the ice lake, and the mourners finally stopped wailing, and their souls dispersed. Large clouds of black smoke rose into the sky, blocking everyone's sight, like an invisible huge cover.
Boom stood behind the crowd with an expressionless face, neither feeling any sadness nor being infected by the regretful emotions around him. As for Rikka beside him, his mouth couldn't stop talking, and he didn't know what he was eating.
"Umber, do you know why a person's feet are always paler than their face?" Ragnar, the Lord of the frozen soil, turned to look at his second son and asked for no reason.
This sentence is neither big nor small, so many people, including Boom, heard it very clearly. However, everyone frowned, seeming to be thinking about this issue.
"Brother, do you know the answer? Your feet are whiter than your face. Rikka really didn't notice it before." Rikka held Boom's arm and asked softly.
After hearing this, Boom first touched the opponent's little head with his hand, and then waved it in front of the opponent's eyes. Ragna in the distance also nodded vaguely after seeing Boom behave like this.<
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"Because your feet are hidden in boots every day, and if you hide them for a long time, they will naturally look whiter than your face."
"Ragnar's problem originated from a certain usurper in the ancient magic period. He was called the 'Sophist' by later generations. He had an extremely insidious character and was not known for his inhumanity."
"This sentence was a question he asked the ministers present during a certain imperial meeting. In the end, only one person answered correctly, but this person was executed by the 'sophist' for it."
"Not answering proves his low intelligence, but answering violates the biggest taboo of those in power. Therefore, Ragnar's mind is very simple. He is now testing Umber."
"Rikka, you have time to wander around every day, so why not read more books? The 'book' I am referring to is not romance novels, but the history of the development of this world."
Boom said helplessly while stroking the other person's dull hair. He knew his sister very well, especially the kind of guy who would never sit down as long as he could lie down.
But in order to allow her to better integrate into the human world, or to let the strong people see through the embankment, Boom would say these words every few days, and he would never tire of it.
It's just that the little girl Rikka, relying on Boom's pampering, didn't listen to these words at all. Her idea was very simple. Her brother was responsible for using her brain, and she only had to kill all the enemies.
"That's what contract beasts are like! Brother, don't force Rikka, Rikka will be sad." This is Rikka's surefire way to deal with Boom. It works every time and never fails.
But this time Rikka didn't say those words. She slowly raised her left hand, indicating that she already knew the answer and was ready to express it.
"Because the feet are hidden in the boots, right?" As soon as Liuhua said this, everyone's expressions changed drastically. As for the second prince, Umber, he almost collapsed on the ground.
Because they all thought of the answer, but precisely because of this, no one dared to respond verbally. If you don't answer, you will lose some face at most, but once you answer, it will be a matter of losing your head.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and apart from the wooden boat that was still billowing with smoke, all that was left was Boom's sigh. Rikka tried her best to wave her arms, waiting for the other party to reveal the answer.
"You are right, it is precisely because the feet are always hidden in the shoes that they are always fairer and tenderer than the face. The same is true for feet, and so is the same for people."
"But there are some people who don't understand this truth. Not only can they not do their own thing well, they also always think about scheming others or blood relatives behind their backs."
"Count Boom, please put away your staff. It is an honor for you to come to watch the ceremony today. As a father, I will never embarrass you."
"What's more, even if I have that intention, you and Rikka must have a way to escape. Therefore, instead of creating two powerful enemies for the frozen continent, it is better for everyone to live in peace."
Ragnar looked at Boom and said very sincerely. Although he is the Lord of the frozen soil, he is an upright Viking at heart.
In his world, friends are friends, they can help each other, and they will not refuse the other party's good intentions. Even if the other party acts a little out of line, as long as they don't go too far, they can be tolerated.
"Umber, I have always admired your intelligence and your views on the world."
"But I can't tolerate your layout. It looks vast on the outside, but is actually pitifully small."
"Everyone, please allow me to sincerely apologize again, because today's 'soul funeral' ceremony was prepared for Umber, not only for Bjorn."
"I hope you can figure out the key to the whole thing after entering the Hall of Valor. So, now that everything is ready, please welcome the real protagonist."
Ragnar took one last look at his second son, and then took the lead to walk towards the village. Except for a few personal servants, no one was accompanying him.
And in the thick smoke, a pair of black eyes slowly opened. Bjorn was in the fire, and he was in a daze with some disappointment.
A ball of fighting spirit flashes in the chest, which contains a little bit of the power of the beast. It is Rikka's great gift as a mentor.
Just now, Rikka never worried about Bjorn, and even looked at the second prince as if he were dead. Boom was the first to notice something strange, and was slightly startled for a moment, then put away the black wooden staff with a wry smile.<
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There was no sign, no prelude, and no questioning or resentment. Bjorn, who was supposed to be dead, actually burst out of the flames and shot coldly at his brother.
The sword reached its end, and his heart, which was still beating a second ago, was instantly torn apart. Umber turned to look at Boom, his eyes full of confusion.
"You are very smart, and you even understand the world far better than I do. But you are too conceited and unwilling to listen with an open mind, let alone make any changes."
"Rikka, I'm a little tired, let's go back to the village. As for these nonsense, it has nothing to do with us, and we have no reason to intervene and stop it."
After Boom said this, he took Rikka and turned around to leave. He was not interested in watching this unfinished farce, nor did he have the heart to figure out the yin and yang treason among the nobles.
But at this time, everyone present, after a brief period of confusion, burst into cheers that resounded throughout the sky. Miracle! This is the choice of the gods.
But the so-called miracle is really just that Bjorn used a trace of beast power to protect his heart, so he suffered from the symptoms of suspended animation.
But in the eyes of those who don't know, this kind of thing turns into a blessing from the gods, and Bjorn is naturally the lucky one chosen.
"How's it going? People say Bjorn won't die. My brother was teased by Rikka today." Rikka jumped around Boom, completely forgetting her previous idiotic behavior.
"Yes, yes, Rikka is the smartest. Can you make more meat soup tonight? I'm really hungry." Boom replied, reminding the other party to be careful not to slip.
On the battlements of the Walled City, Tanya, the Divine Knight, always had a sullen face, because she knew from beginning to end that Bjorn was not dead. She tried hard to suppress her emotions, and at the same time, she also tried hard not to lose her rationality.