In the room, a bonfire in the fireplace had been lit.
The flames jumped on the firewood, bringing warmth and light to the room.
The reddish firelight shone on Margarida Mag's serious face, making her cheeks slightly red. That was the reflection of the firelight, definitely not shame.
Because Goethe believed that Margarida Mag would not be ashamed to speak so solemnly and seriously about her fear of death.
“I have met many people who follow their heart.”
"But this is the first time I've seen someone so formally admit that he was born from the Heart Fire Pack."
"Are you not afraid of death?"
Margarida Mag asked back.
"Afraid!"
Goethe admitted it frankly.
"Then you still say I'm from the heart fire bag?"
Margarida Mag was waiting for Goethe angrily.
"Because I'm not as formal as you - I'm the kind of person who kneels down the first time I face danger! Unfortunately, every time they never give me a chance to live, they always force me, making me feel terrified and unable to sleep at night, so I can only choose to kill them all."
Goethe shrugged, looking helpless.
"Please, please don't say such horrible words with a helpless look on your face. You will make me feel terrified and unable to sleep at night."
Margarida Mag rolled her eyes in annoyance.
Then, the second daughter of the Tulip family suddenly whispered something.
"Thanks."
"Um?"
Goethe was stunned.
"I know you said this to comfort me and to stop me from being afraid - thank you, Goethe."
Margarida Mag said with emotion.
Goethe smiled.
He was serious just now.
But Margarida Magg said so.
Just take it as consolation.
Looking at the touched expression on the other person's face, Goethe acquiesced.
"What should I do?"
Margarida Mag continued to ask.
"acting."
"Let's finish our play."
Goethe laughed.
"Hmm? Is it necessary now?"
Margarida Magg looked puzzled.
"Of course it is necessary!"
"Or rather, it is precisely because of the time now that it is even more necessary!"
"The Tulip family should have suffered a devastating blow, and as the heir of the family, you have an extra layer of tragic aura. In addition, you are a woman, so you naturally receive sympathy from others. If you were a little stronger... guess what would happen?"
Goethe asked rhetorically.
Margarida Magg began to react.
According to Goethe, she will have the sympathy of everyone.
Moreover, she will have a reputation far beyond that of her brother and father.
In fact, it will no longer be limited to Faber and the North, but will spread to more countries.
By then, with her fame, she will definitely attract more people.
but……
There is another key point.
Margarida Mag looked at Goethe and said directly.
"Such a reputation would be great, but it's just empty fame!"
"There is nothing real about it. It's like a balloon that is empty and will burst if you poke it."
Facing the doubtful second daughter of the Tulip family, Goethe shook his finger.
"So, we need to do something practical—"
"According to the previous plan, we were going to end the fight in a draw on the ring."
"But now?"
"You need to beat me!"
"No!"
"To be precise, it is me who admits defeat, and you will receive the 'Svetla Territory'."
Goethe spoke of his changed plans.
Suddenly, Margarida Mag's eyes lit up.
territory!
If they really had a territory, it would be impossible for the Tulip Family to return to their peak in the short term. However, as long as they had a dozen years of recuperation, they would be able to achieve an astonishing level.
The power system of blood awakening may not be the most powerful.
But it must be the easiest!
Thinking of this, the second daughter of the Tulip family became excited, and she moved closer to Goethe and grabbed his hand.
"Are you really giving me the 'Svetla Collar'?"
"It's fake, just pretending, why do you take it seriously?"
Goethe snorted lightly, shook off Margarida Mag's hand, and continued speaking as the other party's eyes immediately dimmed.
"but……"
"You can do it if you want."
The smile on Goethe's lips grew thicker.
Margarida Mag immediately sensed something was wrong, but faced with the temptation of the territory, the second daughter of the Tulip Family could not help but ask, "What should I do?"
"5000w gold grams, thank you for your patronage."
Goethe stretched out his hand to Margarida Magg.
The second daughter of the Tulip family raised her hand to hit Goethe, but Goethe dodged it.
"Look, we are just discussing this, aren't we? Why did you take action?"
"discuss?"
"You are blackmailing me!"
The second daughter of the Tulip family glared at Goethe again.
"blackmail?"
"You are insulting me!"
"My money-making speed is much faster than extortion!"
Goethe sat down on the sofa beside him with a smile and crossed his legs leisurely.
Is Svetla worth the money?
Very valuable.
But it can't be worth 5000w gold grams.
Even if all the Svetla collars were packaged together, they could not be sold for half the price, so Goethe was not worried that Margarida Mag would buy them.
As for actually buying it?
He was most welcoming.
Anyway, the money has been paid and Lord Svetla is also in the northern territory.
He definitely didn't take the money and not give the territory.
He definitely didn't take the money and not give the territory.
He definitely didn't take the money and not give the territory.
It's just that the delivery is a little slower. After all, Svetla leads so many people and they need to be transferred to other places little by little. It is a huge project.
Margarida Mag looked at Goethe's appearance and was so angry that she raised her foot and kicked at Goethe's raised leg, but Goethe dodged it again.
"Where's your ladylike manners?"
"This doesn't look like Fabol's nobility."
"When it comes to gentlemen, I am a lady."
"When facing you, I think this restrained state of me is already my best self - what do I need to pay?"
After going around in circles with Goethe and not gaining any advantage, Margarida Magg stopped thinking about it and asked about the key point again.
"First, you need to use the last name 'Wayne'."
"Second, you need to swear in public that only your bloodline and mine are qualified to inherit the Svetla Territory, not the Tulip Tribe."
"Third, you need to pay 5 million gold grams as my activity expenses."
The first and second points seemed natural to Margarida Mag.
But the third one once again made the second daughter of the Tulip family furious.
"You are taking advantage of the situation!"
Margarida Mag yelled.
"Is there?"
"If there is, just bear with it. After all, I haven't really started yet."
"This part of the money is given to my uncle - he needs a proper reason, only then will he choose to stand on my side and accept my plan."
"Article 4: 5 million gold grams is my labor fee."
Goethe began to lie with his eyes open.
Margarida Mag didn't want to refute anything at all.
"What the hell is labor fee?"
"You don't have a fifth or sixth one, do you?"
The second daughter of the Tulip family crossed her arms over her chest and asked with a cold face.
"Who do you take me for?"
"I am a serious person and will never make any excessive demands. These 5 million gold grams are my...life-saving money."
Goethe sat up straighter and his voice became softer.
Margarida Mag was stunned.
"Money for life?"
"Yes, money to buy your life."
"You don't think that these can help you get revenge, do you?"
"Or do you intend to rely on time to outlast Fabol VII and then achieve victory?"
"I'm going to Fabol and face Fabol VII!"
Goethe nodded, and at this time Margarida Mag had already put down her arms.
The second daughter of the Tulip family looked at Goethe with an incredible look, and the emotion in her eyes reappeared.
"You don't have to take risks for me..."
"Not for you, but for the money."
Goethe's straightforward answer made Margarida Magg stop talking.
She stared at Goethe, wishing she could punch him in the face.
She had never seen such an infuriating guy.
She had already made her stance and was talking about money.
Now she was moved and talked about money.
Money money money!
He is really obsessed with money!
Money-hungry bastard!
Margarida Mag roared in her heart.
"You're not just doing this for me, are you?"
After being moved and angry, Margarida Mag regained her composure.
"certainly!"
"If it's just because of you...you have to pay more."
"It has to be at least 3000w gold grams before I can agree."
Goethe nodded without concealing anything.
This made Margarida Mag clench her fists.
"Can you tell me the specific reason?"
"cannot."
This time, Goethe shook his head.
"Why?"
Margarita Mag asked.
"Sometimes knowing too much is not a good thing - but I promise you, if you can awaken again and at least reach the level of a third-level Tesin professional, I can tell you something."
The existence of 'them' should not be a secret to some people.
But for most people, it is completely unknown.
Of course, more importantly, Goethe was worried that Margarida Mag would not be able to remain calm after learning these secrets - he now had a general understanding of the background of the second daughter of the Tulip family.
Although he is not a fool, he is not very smart either.
Sometimes, even worse than Sheila.
Because most of the time, Sheila is really stupid, which makes everyone ignore her existence.
But the second daughter of the Tulip family behaved very smartly, but was quite stupid at the critical moment.
Such people in Goethe's "hometown" can be described in one sentence:
Pig teammate!
Sighing inwardly, Goethe stretched out his arms.
Margarida Mag subconsciously held it.
When she came to her senses, she found that she and Goethe had left Xiong Castle and got on the carriage at the door.
"Where are we going?"
Margarida Mag asked blankly.
"pier."
Goethe sighed in his heart again.
There was no doubt that Margarita Mag was even dumber than he had imagined.
I have no idea what the most important thing to do now is.
"Is this to...stabilize people's hearts?"
After more than ten seconds, Margarida Mag finally reacted.
"It's not just about stabilizing people's hearts, but also about screening people. Those guys are not fools. Although Fabol's news hasn't come, they should have guessed it roughly."
"Those who are already loyal to Fabol VII will definitely try to win over others at this time."
"Those who are undecided will tend to favor Fabol VII."
"So what should I do?"
Margarita Mag asked.
“Nothing needs to be done.”
"Why?"
"Because now you have to create a tragic character - you have to give everyone the feeling that you have been betrayed by the whole world, and their departure is the best prelude."
"Besides, you don't really count on them, do you?"
"Besides me, the one you should trust the most right now is the 'Spark' of the Tulip Family!"
Looking at the puzzled look on the face of the second daughter of the Tulip family, Goethe had to explain.
Sometimes, having more manpower is not necessarily a good thing.
Because you have no idea what kind of guy is hiding inside.
enemy?
Not the scariest.
What is scary is the traitor.
The dagger from behind is always so hard to guard against.
A hero may not necessarily die on the way to charge, but there are many heroes who die from hidden arrows in the shadows.
"Are they of no use at all?"
"have!"
"You can detain the people from the Green Ivy, Lily, Thorn, Violet, and Dark Lotus families as breeding pigs - this should help the Tulip family recover faster!"
Goethe made a suggestion.
Margarida Mag immediately shook her head.
She really couldn't do such a thing.
In addition, the more mixed the bloodline, the lower the possibility of awakening.
Of course, even if it is awakened with difficulty, it is not powerful.
However, there were also surprises.
That is a great miracle.
According to rumors, the original ancestor of the Tulip Family once awakened with mixed blood, and once awakened he directly stepped into the "Legend" and founded the entire Tulip Family.
But in the history of the Tulip family, there is only such one.
There are some people among later generations who want to imitate him.
But most of them are just like everyone else.
"So, inbreeding is popular in Faber?"
After listening to Maggarida Mag's story, Goethe immediately thought of a certain piece of information.
“Not entirely.”
"Some of it is, and some of it is normal"
“The former gives birth to genius, while the latter is the foundation.”
Margarida Mag shook her head and corrected Goethe's words, with a slightly unnatural look on her face.
Goethe shrugged and asked no further questions.
The rest of the journey, including all affairs at the dock, were completed smoothly.
With Enmlai K and Gejil K around, those Fapol nobles who wanted to cause trouble were all sunk into the sea without anyone noticing - after all, with such a big mess happening, it was normal to accidentally injure one or two people.
In the second half of the night, everything calmed down temporarily.
At least until Faber's specific news came back, everything would remain as it was.
For safety reasons, Margarida Mag moved into the Bear Castle.
Live next door to Goethe.
On the other side was Sheila.
However, Sheila was not in the room.
Instead, he was waiting for Goethe in Goethe's room.
She remembered what Goethe said, "I have an important task for you."
Lying on the big bed in Goethe's room, Xila, who had kept in mind the "important mission", had already rolled up the quilt and was half-hugging the pillow while snoring. Saliva flowed from the corners of her mouth, and she kept murmuring.
"I want to eat barbecue."
"Goethe is not allowed to steal my barbecue."
"He tui, Goethe, do you dare to eat it?"
Xila was talking in her sleep.
Such words made Goethe suspect that the other party was not asleep.
However, after sitting by the bed and observing for two minutes, Goethe confirmed that Xila was really asleep.
Sheila was not disturbed.
Goethe turned around, picked up his coat and walked into the study. He half-lay on the sofa, covered himself with the coat, and listened attentively. When he confirmed that Xila's teacher was not nearby and there was no one around, he raised his hand and touched the "Ring of the Mad King" on his left index finger.
The starry sky appeared instantly.
The stars hang above it.
The secret realm had already cooled down completely, and now it was flickering continuously under Goethe's gaze.
Goethe's eyes first turned to the gray star.
The feeling of danger is still there.
Although it is no longer as unbearable as before, it still lingers.
This made Goethe frown and put it on the list of options.
Then, he looked towards the second 'secret realm' he had entered.
This is his choice.
It is also the most cost-effective at this stage.
The third secret realm is like the 'doomsday', in chaos and out of order. Although Goethe will be more adaptable to it to some extent, it is not as convenient as the second 'secret realm', and it is difficult to obtain more [Bloody Honor].
As for the fourth "martial arts" secret realm, Goethe has already searched it in great detail, and as he searched, he has also been targeted. It is not an easy task to complete such a search again. After all, there are still existences in that world that can threaten him.
Therefore, only the second 'folk' secret realm remains.
"I need to find as many [ Bloody . Only with more Bloody Honor can I complete the desperate comeback in the ritual 'Death Battle' more smoothly. Although it's great to have a low-health wave throughout the map, it's still not safe. I have to add an insurance policy - [Bloody Honor] is it."
"besides……"
"It would be best if we could find some secret technique similar to this treatment."
Goethe reviewed his plans.
In the end, he thought that although there would be some troubles in the 'Folk Customs' secret realm, it was definitely much better than the 'Martial Arts' secret realm.
After careful consideration, he believed that he could solve the problem smoothly.
You know, he is not the same person now.
Even when facing a third-level professional, you can remain fearless.
But as Goethe returned to the secret realm of 'folklore', he was completely stunned.
Because he is sitting in the classroom at this moment.
Standing in front of me was the tall teacher Judy, who wore glasses, a white shirt and a tight skirt.
Teacher Judy placed a test paper in front of Goethe and said softly:
"Now let's take a make-up math test!"
Make-up exam?
Or mathematics?
Goethe, who just thought he was fearless in the face of a third-level professional, suddenly turned pale.