Volume 2: Boundless Walker Chapter 92: 'Legend' and 'Them'!
"Father, father?"
Gajeel called out tentatively.
Even because of worry, the voice of this young man who was so cold-blooded and cruel to his enemies trembled.
At the same time, the third son of the Grand Duke looked at Grand Duke Scrooge with unprecedented seriousness, and compared it with the knowledge he had learned about injuries in his mind.
Nervous sweat dripped down his forehead.
He was worried that the same situation would occur.
And the Grand Duke?
With a smile on your face.
"I'm fine, I just threw a smoke bomb."
The Archduke waved his greasy hands, motioning Goethe and Gergiel to sit down.
Gejier finally breathed a sigh of relief and sat down with Goethe. After the two juniors sat down, the Grand Duke raised his hand and tore off two roasted beef legs and handed them over.
Goethe took it with a smile.
Gejier subconsciously wanted to look for tableware.
However, under the gaze of the Grand Duke's 'fatherly majesty', he could only hold the roasted beef leg and start to eat it obediently.
"We are not those fools like Fabol who have to keep the so-called big goose wiping the butt when there are no outsiders!"
“When there are no outsiders, it should be the most relaxing time.”
"Gerjil, you should remember that if you can't keep your true self when there are no outsiders around, then you are not far from being lost. You will constrain yourself according to the rigid dogma set by those bastards, which will make your brain dull and rigid, and you will no longer have any creativity and...potential!"
"I look for tableware and eat in small bites, which is also to remain true to myself. Isn't it a rigid dogma that you force such habits on me?"
The third son of the Grand Duke whispered.
"What did you say? Louder?"
The Archduke glared.
"It's nothing, Father, you are right!"
The third son of the Grand Duke raised his head and answered with a smile on his face.
As for Goethe?
Having eaten several meals of dry rations, why would he be so reserved when facing the roasted beef leg?
The moment you take a bite, the perfectly roasted beef, with juicy strands immediately filling your mouth, is truly amazing.
The slight sour taste of lemon in it really whetted Goethe's appetite.
However, what pleased Goethe most was the black pepper.
He picked up the black peppercorns that had been ground into the right size and threw them on the roasted beef leg. When the black peppercorns collided with the beef leg, some of them stuck to the roasted beef leg with the fat, while others fell into the ham. Amid the crackling sound, the spicy smell with a slightly pungent aroma penetrated into his nose, and the crackling sound after the fat fell made Goethe unable to take his eyes away.
How can one roasted beef leg be enough?
Goethe looked at the cow's back.
Tender tenderloin!
At this time, it has already been baked to a crispy texture!
"Get on it! Get on it!"
The Archduke laughed heartily.
Goethe didn't hesitate to grab a piece and with his skillful strength, he pulled off a complete one.
Goethe held the tenderloin high up, got down to it, and using his teeth and tongue, swallowed the entire tenderloin into his mouth.
Seeing that Goethe's way of eating meat was the same as his own, the Archduke laughed again.
It was not until this time that Goethe discovered the difference in the Archduke.
Not only is the aura more powerful, sitting there is like a mountain, but...
easy?
That’s right!
It's just so easy!
Although the Archduke did not show it during the previous communication, Goethe noticed that his brows would frown from time to time, and his eyes were filled with thought.
And now?
The thoughts are still there, but the brows are relaxed more often.
The Archduke noticed Goethe's gaze, and the Guardian of the North nodded.
"The war is about to end!"
Suddenly, Goethe and Gejier looked at each other with shock that was difficult to conceal on their faces.
According to the information collected so far, Goethe had already classified this war as a protracted one, and it would not ease up until at least the winter came in the north.
But how long has it been now?
It’s only been a week at most!
How could it be over so soon?
It was a complete anticlimactic performance!
Unconsciously, this word came into Goethe's mind.
As for Gjir?
The third son of the Grand Duke was far more shocked than Goethe.
In the mind of the third son of the Grand Duke, this war is a decisive battle for the survival of the North.
Even if winter comes to the north, it will not end!
It will not be truly over until at least 2-3 years later, when the North and Tesin fall!
For this purpose, he also prepared a lot of special things.
But why did it end so suddenly?
Not complaining.
There is no dissatisfaction at all.
As the son of the Grand Duke of the North, he absolutely did not want the war to spread to the North, and he wished the war would end soon - but this surprise mixed with the feeling of weakness after a punch in the air made him feel a little at a loss.
Goethe and Gejier could not help but sit up straight.
They all looked towards the Archduke.
The smile on the Grand Duke's face became brighter and brighter. He looked at his son and nephew and said -
"Because, I killed Mosalik!"
"What?"
Gejier stood up directly.
Mosalik, one of the princes of the Tesin royal family, helps George VI manage the economy and diplomacy, but Gejier knows that he is a special profession who has embarked on the path of a "warrior": a "dragon blood warrior"!
Moreover, it is level three!
'Dragon Blood Warrior' is a special baptism method that can only be chosen by the Tesin royal family who controls the secret 'Dragon Island'.
Physically stronger than ordinary 'warriors'.
Especially at the first level, he almost relied on his powerful body to crush ordinary "warriors".
When reaching the second level, the 'madness' of the 'Berserker' gives the 'Dragonblood Warrior' a slight advantage.
Only when a Warrior is promoted to the third-level Hellblood Warrior can he truly be compared to a Dragonblood Warrior.
It is also because of the special baptism inheritance of the "Dragon Blood Warrior" that the Tesin royal family is considered powerful in the North.
After all, the first level after three baptisms is too easy compared to the second and third levels.
The second and third levels not only require resources, but also the talents of the baptizers, especially the third level, which is even fewer in number.
And what about the first level?
As long as you have good talent, you can build it up with resources.
According to Enmle's secret investigation, there are more than 400 "professionals" who have reached the first level in Tesin, more than 40 who have reached the second level, and four who have reached the third level, namely the three princes Gerald, Mosalik, and Ronald, and the court knight "Hister" - this is the data that can be investigated openly, and does not include the "secret keeper". As for how many there are in secret, even Enmle's secret agents cannot investigate it clearly.
In the North, there are 60 first-level "professionals", 10 second-level "professionals", and three third-level "professionals". His father, his brother, and the captain of the first team of the Grand Duke's Guard, Sks, can be said to be completely at a disadvantage - if it weren't for Fapol, Rudes, Yatuk, and Lidar standing by, if a real war broke out that would drag the entire Tesin into the quagmire, Gejier never thought that the North could hold on.
Therefore, he chose another 'path' to help the North.
Enmle made the same choice.
But even so, it is very difficult.
Gejil didn't know how Enmle was doing. After so many years of hard work, he could only make up for about one-fifth of the gap, and this was only for first and second level professionals.
Facing the third level?
His chances of winning are probably only 20%.
Although it is not clear how Enmle is doing, Gejier estimates that he is not much different.
However, if one of Tesin's third-level ones disappeared...
etc!
Gejier, who was thinking, suddenly came to his senses.
My father is very strong, but Mosalik is not weak either.
Father, it is impossible to kill Mosalik without any loss, unless...
Gedjiel looked at Grand Duke Scrooge with excitement.
When seeing his son's expression exactly as he had imagined, Lord Scrooge's dignity as a father was greatly satisfied, and he nodded with satisfaction.
"Yes, I have been promoted to the fourth level."
"I am now..."
"'legend'!"
The extraordinary people who have been baptized three times are called professionals.
When a professional advances to the third level, he is called "Legend".
“That’s great!”
"In this way, the Tesin royal family can..."
There was a ferocity in Gejier's eyes.
Gejier hated the Tesin royal family from the bottom of his heart.
The same goes for Simlai and Enmlai.
The feud between the two sides started from their grandfathers.
It is no exaggeration to say that they are mortal enemies.
However, the Grand Duke waved his hand with a serious face.
"It's not time yet!"
"Is there anything hidden in the Tesin royal family?"
"George VI?"
Facing his son's question, the Grand Duke pondered for a moment and said, "Jock VI is a heartless guy. He has never considered himself a member of the Tesin royal family. In other words, he is an extremely selfish guy who has no sense of honor or blood belonging. He only considers himself as the only one. Such a guy can sell his soul for his own benefit."
"So, in order to make himself live better, he set up one scheme after another."
"We are among them!"
"Before, we were just pawns on his chessboard, used to deal with..."
"Some guys!"
As he spoke of this, the Grand Duke's expression became more serious.
He looked at Goethe and Gejier and spoke word by word .
"Don't ask me who some of these guys are. I won't tell you, and I can't tell you - all you need to know is that compared to 'them', George VI is just a harmless kid."
Immediately Goethe and Gejier frowned.
"Is 'Legend' not okay too?"
"'Legend' is not a bad idea, but one 'legend' is definitely not a good idea!"
"So, I have to let myself get 'hurt', so George VI will definitely 'die' - and if he doesn't want to be targeted, he will definitely 'cover up' for me."
"And this will buy us enough time until this guy is fully prepared, or is discovered by 'them'."
The Archduke revealed more secrets.
Goethe's brows became more and more furrowed.
He almost instinctively thought again of the scene that happened during the 'World Upgrade'.
But then he suppressed the thought.
But the palpitations came back again.
But it was different from the previous time when the feeling was so strong that Goethe almost thought he was going to die soon. This time, although he was frightened, he did not feel the most direct death.
Moreover, Goethe's 'heart' was able to discern that the two seemed to come from different 'places'.
"It feels like... the so-called 'World Black Hand' is safer than I thought?"
Goethe contrasted the differences.
But immediately, Goethe's mind emptied again.
His 'heart' told him that if he thought about it any further, something bad would definitely happen.
The same goes for Gejier standing beside him.
The third son of the Grand Duke was covered in cold sweat.
"Who exactly are 'they'?"
Although he knew he wouldn't get an accurate answer, Gejier couldn't help but ask.
After a moment's silence, the Grand Duke described it this way:
"'They' are ..."
"'The Black Hand of the World'!"
