Goethe saw Silas at first sight.
Not only was the location of the private room fixed, but also because the sight of Sheila waving the big chicken drumstick was too conspicuous.
It is so conspicuous that it seems out of place with the surroundings!
Therefore, Goethe, standing on the ring, almost instantly locked onto the woman who was different from everyone else.
As for the sound?
Even if the people around him were shouting loudly, Goethe's superhuman body could still hear it clearly.
Suddenly, Goethe had the urge to cover his face.
Is it embarrassing?
Sort of.
But for Goethe, it took a little adaptation to return to normal.
Not thick-skinned.
Just for planning.
For the plan!
Goethe told himself, his eyes looking towards the contestant channel opposite.
snort!
Margarida Mag, who was standing in the contestant channel, looked at the cheering Sheila and snorted coldly.
"You think you've won?"
"The winner must be me!"
"You are just Goethe's last resort!"
"I am the one who..."
“Right!”
Thinking of this, Margarida Mag took a deep breath. She looked towards the ring and 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 you don't have anything, it really means you can just lie down and let it go.
But once it appears...
Then it really cannot be stopped.
It was like a flood that broke through the dam.
It makes people completely lose their minds.
It also allows certain emotions to be infinitely magnified.
For example: hate.
For example...
like!
Goethe could clearly see the burning heat in Margarida Magg's eyes.
He was very familiar with this kind of heat.
This is how he looks when he looks at money.
Am I using too much force?
Don't get me wrong!
I just like your money!
Goethe was thinking, but immediately he entered the state.
Because, the moment Margarida Mag walked out of the contestant channel, she entered the ideal state of "love and reluctance".
No hate.
Only love and reluctance.
But an expression of determination appeared on the face of the second daughter of the Tulip family.
Goethe was sure that anyone who saw this face clearly would fill in countless details in his mind.
He certainly can't fall behind.
Goethe and Magreda Magg looked at each other.
In an instant, an inexplicable tacit understanding arose between the two of them.
Such tacit understanding brought the fight to its peak before it even started.
"Come on, Master Goethe!"
"Come on Miss Marg!"
With the appearance of the 'heroine', the cheers in the entire Xiongbao Arena reached a certain peak.
Firstly, this was an 'unexpected' extra match, and the ticket was naturally included in the previous ticket.
Simply put, it's free.
Secondly, it is eating melons.
For the people in the North, whose entertainment life was poor, nothing could make them happier than the scene before their eyes.
Although Master Goethe Wayne is a respectable man.
But their happiness is unintentional.
There's no ill intention.
Everyone told themselves this, but as Margarida Mag drew out the narrow-bladed rapier 'Penis', the people of the North cheered even louder.
And amid such cheers——
"Margarita, let me explain."
"I won't listen! I won't listen! I won't listen!"
Goethe tried to explain, but it was in vain. Margarida Mag clenched the sword in her hand and stabbed straight at him.
However, he stopped when he was an inch away from Goethe.
This is of course a script.
Goethe seemed to be relieved when he saw the sword stop.
He looked at Margarida Mag and was about to say something.
At this time, the second daughter of the Tulip family's eyes turned red.
Tears welled up in my eyes.
Immediately, Goethe stopped talking.
He wanted to raise his hand to touch Margarida Mag, but the long sword blocked his chest and he could not move forward.
With his head lowered, Goethe looked at the long sword in front of his chest and suddenly chuckled.
"No one can stop us from being together."
Having said these words, Goethe strode forward.
puff!
The famous sword "Penis" pierced Goethe's chest.
Not much, but blood was gushing out.
Margarida Magg panicked, let go and stepped back.
Goethe pulled out the famous sword "Penis" and threw it on the ground, letting the blood flow. He rushed forward and hugged Margarida Mag in his arms.
“Ohhhhhhhh!”
The people from the North who were watching the excitement cheered again.
What do they want to see?
That's what they want to see.
Almost everyone was staring at the ring, except for Simle.ke and Enmle.ke who were around the ring.
Simlek's face was as gloomy as water.
Enmle.ke clenched his fists.
Hidden in the crowd of spectators, Ximik Zuolunsi's pale face had a strange blush on it.
"A tragedy caused by misunderstanding?"
"No."
"It is the fate that each of you carries."
Under the aria, Simic Zuo Lunsi stared closely at the scene on the ring.
"Simmick, you are no longer a poet."
"Besides, you're not taking this seriously, are you?"
“This is obviously an act.”
Sidel 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.”
"Margarita Mag really loved Goethe, and Goethe was truly fearless of life and death - the sword in her hand conveyed this emotion to me, and the tip of the sword was only a knuckle away from Goethe's heart."
"If Margarida Mag had exerted even a little effort, Goethe would have died."
"Even if it's acting, it doesn't have to be so realistic."
Simic Zuo Lunsi shook his head.
"Yeah?"
Siddel was a little unsure. He thought that this scene was probably a trick played by the Ke family to avoid their assistance. Even though they had verbally agreed, they had not signed a contract.
Who knows what will happen?
But he trusted his friend's judgment.
After all, among those who use swords, Ximik Zuolunsi is the expert.
If Simic
"Well, what a pity... "
Simic suddenly sighed.
"What a pity?"
"One is the nephew of the Grand Duke of the North and owns his own territory. The other is the second daughter of the Tulip family, but her family was destroyed... They are destined not to be able to achieve anything."
Ximik Zuolunsi, the youngest captain of the "Secret Keeper", suddenly thought of something, and an indescribable sadness emerged on his face.
Then, there was another violent coughing.
"Alright, alright."
"Stop grieving for others, we..."
"I, Goethe Wayne, give up!"
Just when Sidler was getting medicine for his friend again, Goethe, who was stabbed and hugged Margarida Mag in the ring, felt that the time was almost up. He raised his head and suddenly spoke loudly, and the whole arena fell silent.
Everyone looked at Goethe in surprise and doubt.
"As agreed, I will hand over Svetla to Margarida."
After saying this, Goethe was about to let go of Maggarida Mag.
According to the script, Goethe should have "left the stage due to serious injuries" at this time.
What Goethe didn't expect was that Margarida Mag suddenly hugged him.
Not only did he hug me, he also leaned his head closer.
Goethe bowed his head...
This is?!
People around exclaimed in surprise.
"Great love."
Simik Zuo Lunsi, the captain of the "Secret Keeper" who once dreamed of becoming a poet, clapped softly and praised.
The applause seemed to wake up the people around.
Everyone applauded.
Bang bang bang!
There was thunderous applause in the Xiongbao Arena.
In the VIP room, Sheila puffed her cheeks and stared at the scene angrily.
"The woman who drank horse urine took advantage of Goethe."
"You bastard!"
"I, I...will definitely make you look good!"
Angrily, Xila opened her mouth and bit the big chicken leg, swallowing it into her mouth with both the bone and the meat, chewing it.
After a moment, Sheila came back to her senses.
Huh?
When did my teeth become so sharp?
Sheila was stunned for a moment.
Then I didn't care anymore.
because……
Margarida Mag sticks out her tongue !
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Kill her! Kill her! Kill her!
Anger rose from the bottom of my heart.
Two voices roared in Sheila's mind.
The original 'calmness' turned into irritability.
The original 'irritability' turned into fury.
But under normal circumstances, Sheila, who controls herself, will not allow any accidents to happen. She tells herself to stay calm, be rational, and take deep breaths.
But the anger simply won't go away.
As she breathed, she felt hotter and hotter.
Her heart was beating loudly.
Her stomach began to feel hot.
call!
A flame was sprayed out by Xila.
Um?
Sheila was completely stunned.
What is going on.
The Grand Duke on the side laughed.
"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. But don't worry, these are all normal 'dragon blood warrior' characteristics. They will not be out of control. However, Xila, you have a good talent. I thought it would take you a few more months to show such characteristics."
After hearing the Duke's explanation, Sheila nodded slightly confused.
What about my previous dream?
And what about the colorful dragon you saw in the mirror?
Is it also because of the medicine?
Is everything normal now?
Having found a reasonable explanation for herself, Sheila immediately put all of this behind her - the answer was already there, so what was there to think about.
She looked towards the ring eagerly.
At this time, Goethe and Magreda Mag had already separated.
It was Marg who pushed Goethe away.
Goethe looked surprised.
"Margarita?"
"Goodbye, I..."
The sound gradually became inaudible.
The second daughter of the Tulip family picked up the sword and turned away.
Goethe raised his hand to try to stop him, but a large amount of blood spurted out of his chest and even more blood spurted out of his mouth.
His body swayed, and Goethe fell on the ring.
"Goethe!"
Sheila screamed in panic.
She couldn't care less about the script at this moment.
He jumped directly from the VIP room, rushed 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."
Simle K said so.
"good."
The bewildered Sheila nodded repeatedly, picked up Goethe and followed Simlek away, leaving behind only the spectators who were talking about the game.
"That's Sheila?"
“It’s really beautiful.”
Siddel exclaimed.
"But it also made the fate of Goethe and Margarida Magg even more unfortunate - she used the secret technique to shock Goethe and caused him to be more seriously injured..."
"Was it Margarita Magg who did it?"
"Why did she do that?"
Siddel 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 even more difficult.”
A wry smile appeared on Simic's face.
"Are you saying that the North will not send reinforcements?"
"Not only that, think about the character of the Grand Duke and the traditions of the Ke family. We should pray that the Grand Duke will not vent his anger on us."
“We didn’t do anything!”
Siddel looked aggrieved.
"Do you really think we'd be able to sit here if we did something?"
"and……"
"There is no reason for anger."
Having said these words, Simic left his seat.
Siddel followed quickly.
In the following week, Sidel experienced what it meant to vent one's anger on someone else.
For a week he did not see Goethe again.
Five days earlier, Goethe had been in a coma.
Woke up yesterday but need to rest.
today?
Continue to rest.
"I just want to meet Master Goethe Wayne."
Siddel said so.
But Gejier K, who was standing in front of the other party, smiled politely and stood in his way, saying in a polite tone, "My brother is still recovering from his injuries, so he won't see any visitors."
"But……"
"No buts, please go back."
Gejier K raised his hand and signaled Siddel to leave.
"us……"
"Hello, Master Gejier. According to the agreement, these are the chips given by the 'Secret Keeper'. 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 this and handed the two scrolls to Gejil K.
The Grand Duke's third son looked at the sickly captain of the "Secret Keeper" with great surprise, and finally nodded and took it.
"I will tell Goethe."
"Goodbye, then."
Ximik Zuo Lunsi nodded in gratitude and left with his friend.
Gejiel K watched the other person leave.
Only after the other person disappeared did he turn around to look for Goethe.
It was rumored that Goethe, who was seriously injured, had almost recovered that day. He had spent the past week resting, reading, and playing with Silas.
This time is no exception——
Bang!
Amid the crisp sound, Sheila crouched down with her head in her hands.
What followed was Goethe's roar.
"I told you not to touch the book with your greasy hands."
"I didn't mean to. Fried chicken legs are delicious. I couldn't bear to put them down."
"Then don't touch the book."
"But that's the secret recipe for fried chicken legs in the book!"
Seeing Sheila like this, Goethe covered his face.
Just at this moment, Gejiel K and Enmle K walked in side by side with smiles on their faces.
“It’s always so lively.”
"The bargaining chip given by Ximik."
"They've returned to Bodø."
“This guy…”
“It’s not easy to deal with!”
As the third son of the Grand Duke said this, he handed all the "Sword Breathing Method" and "Soldier" baptism scrolls to Goethe - even though Goethe stated that these were to be shared with the North.
But it was Goethe who handed it over to the head of the Königsberg family.
He won't interfere in other people's business.
Unless he wants to be beaten by his father and brothers.
"yes."
"They gave us bargaining chips before completing the deal. They seemed to trust the reputation of the Ke family completely, which forced us to help them... Is there any news about Simlai?"
Goethe sighed and asked about the news of his brother who passed away a week ago.
"not yet."
"We don't have to worry about Smlai though."
"He must be fine."
This is what Gejiel K said.
Enmle Ke on the side said directly.
"Don't worry, Simlai is immortal. He will definitely come back at the agreed time and bring us surprises!"
Enmle.K said this with full confidence.
However, the words had just fallen.
Enmle.ke's expression suddenly changed.