Volume 2: Boundless Walker Chapter 89: The Old Fox, the Chameleon, and the Little Bear Girl
Bear Castle.
Simlek, the eldest son of the Guardian of the North and the heir of Grand Duke Scrooge, stood on the terrace. He used his palm to break the assassin's neck, then turned his head to look at Fapol's fleet on the inland sea. His eyes were calm but somewhat envious - this was the fourth assassination attempt he had encountered since he returned to Bear Castle.
The eldest son of the Grand Duke has long been accustomed to such assassinations.
So much so that he didn't need to look carefully to determine who the assassin was and where the assassin was based on his intuition.
And dealing with assassins?
It's also instinctive to pinch it to death.
Raising his hand and throwing the assassin's body aside, Simle.K looked at the Fapol fleet on the inland sea and couldn't help but sigh.
There are elite cavalry in the North!
The North has fierce infantry!
But the North doesn't have enough ships!
Even sailors are in dire shortage!
The reason why the North was always at a disadvantage in the battle with Fapor was because there were not enough ships and sailors - the Kerber family planned to build large ships more than once, but due to financial constraints, lack of craftsmen and no shipyards, they failed time and time again.
Especially the royal family of Tesin!
Those bastards always get in the way!
When Simlek thought of the Tesin royal family, anger appeared in his eyes.
Those guys' methods are so despicable.
Coercion and inducement are just the basics.
More often than not, we have to root out the problem completely.
There were originally quite a few shipbuilding craftsmen in the northern territory, but they disappeared completely in this way.
As for outsourced craftsmen?
The presence of spies , assassins and assassins among them caused even greater losses to the North.
Therefore, his father could only order the reinforcement of the "Bear Castle" and use the passive defense of the fortress to prevent Fapol's fleet from approaching Hallest.
Cannons appeared in the Bear Castle.
When Faber's fleet approached, they opened fire to drive them away.
Just like this time——
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The cannons fired.
A huge splash appeared on the sea.
Fapore's fleet also began to fight back.
This was how things went for both sides for three days.
You fire two shots, I fire three shots, and then we both stop.
Or to be more precise, over the years, the Faber Fleet and Xiongbao have formed a tacit understanding that there are always two or three days in a month when they have a "big battle" to consume each other's artillery shells.
Today is no exception in everyone's opinion.
Until a falcon landed next to Simlek.
Buzz!
The entire Bear Castle began to tremble slightly, and the water in the inland sea kept rolling.
The artillery fire in Xiong Fort and the artillery fire in Fapol's fleet stopped instantly.
Only the sound of the waves of the inland sea remained.
A feeling of fear arose in everyone's heart.
No one came, and everyone instinctively looked towards the terrace of the Bear Castle.
A scarlet light shot up into the sky.
There was tangible anger in that man's eyes.
The next moment——
The bloody red light that shot up into the sky turned into a fist and smashed down heavily towards the Fapol fleet.
A huge scarlet fist with a diameter of one hundred meters fell like a meteor.
Everyone on Fapore's fleet was dumbfounded.
They tried to flee in panic, but the inexplicable pressure made their hands and feet go limp, and they collapsed to the ground one by one, and could only watch the fist like a meteor getting closer and closer.
"Sure enough, it failed."
A sigh suddenly sounded from deep within the cabin.
A man in gorgeous coat walked out. He was handsome, with a feeling of both youth and maturity. When he looked up at the falling scarlet fist, his eyes were full of regret and helplessness.
Of course he knew the plans of His Majesty the King and those ministers.
He had no objection to the plan.
Of course, no one agreed.
As was customary, he remained neutral.
As per custom, he was sent here.
His mission: to stop the mad beast!
The man sighed silently, drew the sword from his waist, and swung his sword.
roar!
It sounds like the whistling of a sword and the roar of a dragon.
A hundred-meter-long tornado of flaming sword energy, like a flying dragon, went straight towards the scarlet fist.
The sky darkened.
boom!
In the huge explosion, huge waves rose on the sea surface.
Even in the inland sea, even if Faber's fleet had large enough ships, they would be tottering in such winds and waves.
In the distant Bear Castle, tiny cracks continued to spread and small pieces of pebbles began to fall.
"Simle.K, can we talk?"
asked the man in gorgeous clothes in the tornado of flaming sword energy.
He tried to communicate.
But it is doomed to fail.
The eldest son of the Grand Duke was in anger and no outsider could dissuade him.
"I'll kill you and then we'll talk!"
The eldest son of the Grand Duke was covered in blood, like a burning flame.
Another fist like a falling meteor.
The flaming sword energy tornado spewed out again, just like a real dragon spewing dragon breath, and the man waved his other hand, and a sword energy barrier enveloped the Fapol fleet.
At the same time, scarlet blood energy rose from the ground, blocking the bear castle and blocking the incoming sword energy and flames.
The real battle occurred unexpectedly.
Simlek, son of the Guardian of the North and eldest son of Archduke Scrooge.
Dirkmo, the Grand Master of the 'Dragon Slayer' Fabol's 'Rose Knights'.
The two sides fought in a way that would make ordinary people terrified and desperate.
Such a battle was unexpected.
It is also inevitable.
At least for the royal families of Tesin and Fapor, it was expected.
King George VI sitting by the lake at the Summer Palace.
This time, he was no longer feeding the fish.
But fishing.
When a fish took the bait, His Majesty the King murmured softly to himself.
"It's so silly and cute."
Meanwhile, in King Faber's chambers.
The king was enjoying a hearty breakfast.
Next to his hand was a piece of information.
It recorded the news that the 'Rose Knights' branch was completely annihilated.
The king glanced at it and ignored it.
“Today’s lamb chops are delicious.”
The king praised.
"As you ordered, Your Majesty, we have been driving them to eat fresh grass, so the taste has become better."
The palace attendant replied with a smile.
"That's also the credit of the chef and the shepherd."
"Give them a year's salary."
"Your Majesty, you are truly generous."
The palace attendants immediately bowed and saluted, then slowly stepped back to distribute the rewards.
After the servant left, the king put down his knife and fork, sat up straight, and said in a voice that only he could hear: "It tastes terrible... But only in this way can I tell the difference in taste."
As he said this, the king spat out the mouthful of mutton.
The moment it hit the ground, the mutton began to corrode the ground.
The king glanced at it and paid no more attention.
Compared to these, he was more concerned about Dirkmo, the leader of his knight order.
"I hope you die like this."
"I will give you a grand funeral."
The sound did not come.
It only echoed in the king's heart.
Everyone has their own plans.
When the goals are the same, even if they appear to be enemies, they can still cooperate.
For example: George VI vs. the North.
For example: King Faber versus Dirkmer.
This is not the first time they have worked together.
As early as ten years ago, when Dirkmo had a decisive battle with the three leaders of the 'Dragon Blood Knights', the two sides had cooperated once, and they had cooperated several times since then, and each time the cooperation was pleasant.
This time?
King Faber hoped for the same.
Beyond the ordinary people's vision, undercurrents are surging.
But there was one person who was watching all this silently.
Skiffins Steinbeck, in disguise, walks the streets of Sack, the capital of Faber, with his guardian knight, Anko.
In the early morning, Sack was full of traces of last night's revelry.
Yesterday was not a holiday.
It's just pure entertainment for the Sak people.
Hungover people can be seen everywhere on the streets, and the traces of joy are even on their bodies.
"You see why I say Fabol is so likable - he is unrestrained and carnival-like, and he is really beautiful."
The hotel owner laughed.
The Guardian Knight didn't answer, but frowned.
Anko, a very traditional Tesin with a somewhat old-fashioned personality, is not used to Faber's enthusiasm.
"Come on, don't frown."
"We need to be happy and act like Fabers."
The innkeeper patted his guardian knight on the shoulder and walked forward - there was a carriage passing by, and Skiffins Steinbeck staggered as if he was just waking up from a hangover and fell in front of the carriage.
Then--
The carriage didn't stop and just rolled over.
Angko: ...
About two seconds later, Skiffins Steinbeck patted the horse hoof and wheel marks on his body and stood up.
"You see, we still have a lot to learn from the Fabers."
The hotel owner explained.
He turned around and looked at the carriage, glaring at it viciously.
The next moment, the horses pulling the cart began to run away in panic.
When the hotel owner saw the carriage completely overturned on the ground because of the horse, he laughed and walked over with a brisk pace. The coachman was unconscious and the people in the carriage were also dizzy.
"Good morning."
Skiffins Steinbeck greeted them with a smile, and at the same time, he stabbed the throat of the person in the car with the rapier in his hand.
After handing the stripped body to Anko, the hotel owner changed into the other's clothes, carefully observed the other's face, and began to pinch his own face.
About ten minutes later, someone finally discovered the overturned carriage.
"Someone come! Someone come quickly!"
"Lord Polti's carriage has overturned!"
Everything went smoothly.
The silent observer completed the first step of his plan.
No one noticed this.
But someone is changing all this unintentionally.
Nina was awakened by a nightmare.
She looked pale, hugging her teddy bear and curled up at the foot of the bed.
She didn't say anything.
Because the waiter will tell my father and brothers.
She didn't want her father and brothers to worry about her.
So, she chose to confide in her mother.
She held the little bear and walked to the corner of the room - when she returned to Bear Castle to worship her mother, she brought back a handful of soil, which she put in a jar. She felt that by doing this, her mother would always be with her.
She loves her family.
She believes that family is the most important thing.
She didn't want to lose her family.
So, she hoped that her mother would bless her, her father, and her brothers.
That’s right!
And Goethe!
"Mother, I actually have a brother. Father said he's my cousin. He's a very nice man, very handsome, and seems very smart. But just now I saw him lying in a pool of blood... It was horrible. His eyes were wide open, and he seemed very unwilling. I don't want this to happen. Mother, you must bless him, bless everyone, and let our family avoid disaster."
Nina whispered while holding the jar containing soil from her mother's grave.
It's just like a confession .
There is no utilitarianism at all.
Nina held the jar and talked for a long time. It was not until the servant came to remind her to have lunch that the little princess from the North put down the jar and hid in the corner again.
After changing her clothes, Nina left the room.
In the corner, the jar shook slightly.
"good."
A gentle female voice echoed softly.
