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Chapter 158 Sinking into Nightmare (1)

Chapter 158: Falling into Nightmare (Part 1)

Arthur here put down the phone and continued eating.

"Did Ivan say something?" Bedivere asked.

"It's nothing, he just said that his father's contract creature is very powerful and he wants me to deal with it carefully."

"Oh, you are so loud. When did that kid become so arrogant? He was just a handyman before." Tristan mocked unconvincedly.

"Don't say that. Ivan is the fastest growing among you guys, and now he has done very well." Arthur said.

"If I had that kind of powerful eyesight that could see through everything, fighting would be easy!" Tristan said unconvinced.

"Oh, so, you think his strength is only due to his innate talent?" Arthur sneered.

"Even if you miss, you're not far off!" Tristan also sneered.

"Do you think that people can become strong just by relying on talent?" Arthur sneered mysteriously, "What really makes a person strong? You still don't understand anything, your highness, the little prince of the Mermaid Kingdom."

"

Tristan didn't fully understand, but he could vaguely sense the irony in Arthur's words, so he said angrily: "If it's not talent, what else can you rely on?"

"You will understand soon." Arthur said. He glanced around, looked at Bediville, and even looked at Toville who was pretending not to hear anything and was busy eating, and then he said: "You three

Hey, do you dare to go to a place with me tomorrow?"

"Oh, is there any place that I don't dare to go to?" Tristan said arrogantly.

"You will know tomorrow." Arthur said.

In the evening, Greenville had just soaked in the bathtub when the phone rang again.

"Is it Greenville?" Arthur said on the other end of the phone.

"You...did you deliberately choose to call me while I was taking a shower?" Greenville asked angrily.

"Uh, I'm sorry..."

"Forget it. Do you have anything to say?" Greenville said.

"That." Arthur told Greenville his plans for tomorrow.

Greenwell's face became solemn: "Are you kidding? Do you have to use [that] in such an emergency?"

"It's not me who wants to use it, but the three brats in my knights. I have already obtained the approval of the Grand Duke of Lyon Dickens. I am calling you now to tell you that it is based on the safety issue of using [that].

You need to be informed in advance so that you can be prepared."

"In other words, you want me to be the nanny of those little devils so that they don't die, right?" Greenville said impatiently, "As long as I am here, my life can be saved. But I

There is no guarantee that they will be missing an arm or a leg by then------"

"If it really turns out to be like that, it's just their own misfortune. Don't worry about it." Arthur said coldly.

"What an outrageous person! You don't have to worry about the life and death of the kitten?" Greenville sneered.

"What... kitten?" Arthur was stunned for a moment.

"That leopard man child." Greenville even giggled, "Puppies, kittens, and small fish. You really have a lot of cute little animals on your farm."

Arthur on the other end of the phone didn't speak for a while.

"Are you making fun of me in your heart?!" Greenville suddenly became angry.

"No, that's not the case." Arthur said coldly.

"Stop pretending! Damn you guy!!" Greenwell became even more angry.

"Well... Anyway, I'll leave it to you tomorrow." Arthur said.

"Humph, you have such a bad attitude when asking for help!" Greenville said, "You put it so lightly, have you ever been inside [that] yourself?"

"A few times." Arthur said, "Richard once tried to challenge that one, but he always ran away halfway and left me there. So it's okay, he went in about three or four times...

...?"

"Three times? Luckily your spirit hasn't collapsed yet." Greenville said disdainfully.

"Thanks to my physique. I have no emotions, and of course I don't know what fear is. Of course, the things in it can't embarrass me." Arthur said.

"This... I don't really believe it." The girl said earnestly, "People's fear is innate. When you really want to be afraid, you will still be afraid no matter what. You don't have any feelings."

You will not know fear', that is self-deception. Arthur, don't force yourself to challenge what you are really afraid of without any intention. Doing so will only destroy you."

"...I know." Arthur replied absentmindedly. He hung up the call without waiting for Greenville to continue nagging.

Greenville closed the phone and sighed.

The next day. There are still three days left before the duel with Grand Duke Younes.

"Um...what's going on with calling me here for no reason? If there's nothing particularly important, I have to go back to training..." Ivan said a little dissatisfied.

"Is this a little trick on your part?" Arthur glared at Tristan.

"Hey, you said it. He has become so powerful. I guess he can handle the place we are going to today, right?" Tristan argued, "So I will take him

We called him together so that everyone can see how powerful he is."

"Uh, what's going on? Can someone explain it to me?" Ivan was confused.

"Hmph, forget it, in that case let it take its course. Ivan, let's treat the place we are going to next as a [trial]." Arthur said, "This trial may be life-threatening. Do you want to do it?"

Follow along as you wish. What are your plans?"

"What kind of training is that?" Ivan asked doubtfully.

"The trial that makes people truly powerful." Tristan said in a mocking tone, "Arthur said so."

"Really?" Ivan thought for a moment, "Okay, I'll participate."

When Tristan saw Evan saying this, a disdainful sneer appeared on his face.

Arthur saw Tristan's sneer, and a contemptuous sneer appeared on his face.

Seeing Arthur and Tristan mocking each other, Bedivere couldn't help frowning and said: "I don't have any objection to you doing these trainings, but is it necessary to involve Tovir? The child's injury has not healed yet, and

He has no combat training. Isn't it too dangerous to involve him in such a thing?"

"Danger?" Arthur said calmly, "No, you don't even need to have combat training to pass [that trial].

To pass the trial, what you need is not strong combat power, but something else. And this is a good opportunity. Maybe after this is over, this brat will be able to speak."

"But------"

"If you are really so worried about his safety," Arthur sneered slightly cruelly, "just protect him during the trial."


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