Volume 2: Boundless Walker Chapter 66: Pampering!
Before Shevers could actually utter his words, he was interrupted by a dagger.
The small, light gray-green dagger was inserted into the throat of the Tesin royal extraordinary person.
puff!
No blood was shed.
The gray-green light came alive the moment it touched the blood.
They made a happy squeak.
They lifted their wings and front claws.
They quickly entered through the wound.
"Bug! Bug!"
"Uh uh uh!"
After Shevers shouted twice vaguely, all he could do was struggle, because these tiny gray-green insects not only sucked his blood, but also rapidly devoured his muscles, bones, and internal organs.
"I am a fair person."
"Since you dare to come to the North to spread the plague."
"Then I will let you be devoured by thousands of insects!"
"rest assured……"
"I won't let you die so easily."
"I will torture you bit by bit, making you wish you could neither live nor die, making you regret ever setting foot in the North, making you live in hell every moment, regretting your so-called plan!"
"certainly!"
“You’re just getting started!”
Gejier spoke slowly, word by word, with a smile on his face.
However, the gloom in the eyes of the Grand Duke's youngest son was chilling.
Shevers saw it.
This extraordinary person from the royal family of Tesin begged for mercy with his eyes.
But Gejil ignored him. He tied up the man, stripped off his clothes, and put on his clothes.
He asked his men to take the other party back to the mine.
And him?
A magic potion appeared in Gejier's hand, and he raised his head and took it.
The muscles and bones began to move.
Despite the pain that would make an ordinary person scream and wail to the point of fainting, Gejil remained calm.
When everything stopped, Gjell became 'Shefoss'.
He played with the Shevers crystal.
He felt that there was a better place for this crystal.
Of course, that was after the fight in the mine.
"Well done, Goethe."
Gajir put on his cloak and returned to the town hall, thinking silently in his heart.
When he separated from Goethe, he knew that his younger brother Goethe would not be obedient.
But what was unexpected was that Goethe would actually do this.
He has a bit of the demeanor of his elder brother Simlek.
Gejier was happy about this.
Because this itself is the continuation of bloodline.
And him?
Not the same.
He was not particularly talented, so he chose a different path.
Buzz!
A blood-red insect the size of a green bean flew out from the city hall, landed on Gejier's shoulder, and quickly crawled into his clothes. After being rejected by the prestigious art academy, he had been disheartened, but his father, brothers, and sister were by his side to encourage him without any cold words.
What I have is the soft and gentle care.
Only then did he understand what "home" meant.
So, when someone wants to destroy his "home", he always can't help but get excited and angry.
His original plan was to crush everyone, including Inos, with the most direct plan.
But now?
He was happy to cooperate with Goethe's plan.
Not only because this plan is more in line with the style of the "K family", it will also make it easier for Goethe to control the entire Svetla territory afterwards.
As for the early arrangements and layout, were they wasted?
He is happy to.
Because Goethe called him Brother, Sir.
"Shefus, this is Lord Svetla!"
The young man who was walking towards me spoke very rudely.
It's Mile and the other party's teacher.
The guardian knight stood behind his disciple and stared at him.
The disguised third son of the Grand Duke smiled and looked like he was unwilling to argue.
The two sides just passed each other by.
The smile faded and a cold look appeared in his eyes.
Svetla leader?
No!
This is the North!
It's the territory of the 'Ke Family'!
…
The mine, outside the camp.
From time to time, crows fly by.
Xila took one look and walked out of the camp heartlessly.
Next to the camp, about 200 meters away, there was an open space - this was the place she noticed last night.
Very suitable for practicing swordplay, knife throwing and other skills.
"If you want to avoid accidental death, then practice the skills I taught you until they become your instincts!"
This is what her teacher told her.
Sheila kept it in mind.
Whenever she has time, she hone the techniques her teachers taught her.
Of course, there was also what her grandfather taught her.
However, it is different from what the teacher taught.
What the old grandfather
Um!
It's just a little complicated.
With her intelligence and talent, she has only completed this twice in more than two years.
The first time, it seemed that besides making her look better, it only slightly enhanced her physique.
But the second time was different?
Xila put down the long sword, short sword, dagger and throwing knife in her hands, stood where she was, and took several deep breaths.
For some reason, Sheila's presence became a little weaker.
He was standing there, but no one noticed him.
Then……
Lift up with one foot.
Fast, accurate, ruthless and extremely sudden.
It was just like Goethe's best crotch kick.
No!
It's not that the moves are similar, but when she kicked, Sheila's expression and temperament were getting closer to Goethe.
But then, wisdom appeared in his eyes again.
A look of fatigue appeared on Sheila's face.
“Why is it so difficult to imitate Goethe?”
"When I imitate Swart, I can keep it up for a long time."
"Is it because Goethe has become extraordinary?"
“But the previous extraordinary people had no problem imitating them—as expected…”
"Goethe is different!"
Sheila began to mutter under her breath.
Then the lady clenched her fists.
"'Legacy of the Mad King'! 'Legacy of the Mad King'!"
“What kind of knowledge would be in it?”
"It actually makes the teacher never forget it until his death!"
"But don't worry, teacher!"
"I will definitely help you find it!"
At the thought of being able to fulfill her teacher's last wish, the lady immediately became motivated to practice her assassin-like skills again.
Fast and sophisticated.
There is a special beauty.
But extremely deadly!
A full two hours!
When her body reached its limit, Xila stopped. She began to hide the throwing knives, long sword, short sword, and dagger back on her body, and walked towards a tree next to the open space.
"Grandpa said there will be delicious snacks here! "
Xila raised her hand and reached into the tree hole.
The next moment, he took out a beautifully packaged snack box.
With a cheer, Xila's fatigue was swept away.
Holding the box, he happily returned to the camp.
And after Sheila left——
well!
Sighs filled with fatigue, exhaustion, and reluctance echoed in the open space.
A figure appeared behind the tree, holding a corpse with a broken neck.
Looking at the direction where Xila left, the figure looked up, glanced at the invisible crows on the tree, and disappeared on the spot.
“Discovered!”
Goethe sat up straight in the tent with a look of surprise on his face.
Ever since he obtained the [Unknown Cry] and could use the vision of the [Blood Raven Spirit], Goethe can be said to be invincible and has never been discovered. Even in Lust, he can handle it with ease.
But this time it was discovered.
Although the other party had no ill intentions, Goethe became alert.
The invincible [Blood Crow Spirit] made him let down his guard.
This time the other party should be Xila's 'dead' 'teacher', so it should be unrelated.
But what about next time?
Will I have such good luck?
"Don't relax, Goethe!"
Goethe told himself this, but his steps involuntarily moved towards Xila's tent.
He was just a little curious about the other person's teacher.
It definitely wasn’t because of that box of snacks.
It looks like there are thousands of layers inside!
Where did the other party find the teacher?
When Goethe lifted the tent curtain and walked into Sheila's tent, Sheila quickly hid the cakes behind her.
"I didn't wipe my mouth clean, it's all cream."
Goethe said this and raised his hand to wipe the cream off the corner of Xila's mouth.
"ah?!"
Sheila was so scared that she jumped up and shrank into the corner of the tent.
Goethe picked up the cake box with a smile on his face.
Fortunately, the cream mille-feuille was not eaten.
Moreover, mulberries are added!
Under the layers of puff pastry, the sweet cream, paired with the sour and sweet taste of mulberries, gives a feeling of pushing forward layer by layer. When they finally blend together, the taste suddenly explodes on the taste buds.
Goethe couldn't help but narrow his eyes.
It was not until this time that Sheila realized that there was no cream at the corners of her mouth.
"Goethe, you lied to me!"
Xila ran back and questioned Goethe.
Goethe was well prepared. He dipped his finger in some cream stained on the pastry box and smeared it on the corners of Xila's mouth.
"Now I have it."
Goethe said, and picked up another piece of mango mousse.
And Sheila was completely stunned.
It was not until Goethe had eaten most of the cake in the cake box that Sheila came to her senses.
Her face was a little flushed.
His eyes were still a little blurry.
Xila looked at Goethe and opened her mouth to say something.
"I like girls with long legs, big buttocks and cold faces. You are not one of them, don't worry!"
Goethe spoke directly, turned around and walked out of the tent.
He just came to eat cakes.
As for the rest?
Not at all.
When a shoebill stares at you and you don't know what to do, just smile!
But, remember, don’t let it jump out at you.
Otherwise, it will want to taste you.
The tent curtain was still swinging back and forth.
Goethe had left the tent.
Xila picked up the pastry box and wanted to smash it, but when she saw the two puffs and an egg tart left inside, she couldn't bear to do so, so she sat there and started eating them bit by bit.
As for what Goethe said?
By the time she ate the second puff, Sheila had completely forgotten about it.
She was completely intoxicated by the sweetness of the cream.
So sweet~
…
Goethe, who had unexpectedly had afternoon tea, returned to his tent contentedly, and met Art unexpectedly.
The captain of the fourth squadron of the Grand Duke's Guard was exhausted. When he saw Goethe, a smile appeared on his rough face. Just as he was about to speak, a messenger came running over.
"Master Goethe, those rebels are coming!"
