There was total silence in the room.
The only sound left was the hissing sound of the remaining grease on the grill dripping into the charcoal brazier.
The Archduke sat there wiping his greasy palms, and he did not urge Goethe and Gergiel - because, when he first learned the information, he was far more shocked than his two juniors.
He exclaimed out loud at that time.
He even paced around the room in circles, feeling restless.
Almost hit the wall.
Ten minutes later, Gejier let out a long breath of foul air.
"Do Faber, Rudes, Yatuk, and the Lidar royal family know?"
Gjeer asked.
Goethe immediately guessed what Gergiel was thinking.
Quantitative change can lead to qualitative change.
When the weak are small, unity can defeat the strong.
When facing a strong enemy, the only option is to form an alliance.
But the Archduke shook his head.
"Maybe he knows, maybe he doesn't. It's more likely that he knows but is pretending not to know."
"In this world, we in the Ke family will not unconditionally trust anyone other than our family members, and everyone else has their own bottom line to abide by, but this definitely does not include the royal family."
"Especially someone who can become king..."
"Each one is extremely insidious."
The Grand Duke warned.
"And the king of Fabol?"
"certainly!"
"Although compared to George VI, he is a fool, but this is only compared to an old fox like George VI. What is the reality?"
"The entire Fabol is under the control of the other party, and is changing little by little according to his own ideas."
As he spoke, the Grand Duke pulled out two pieces of information from the side.
One from Xiongbao.
One from Faber.
Xiong Bao said: Simle.K and the Grand Master of the Rose Knights, Dirkmo, fought to a draw.
Faber's news is interesting.
"The nobles of Fapol are dissatisfied with the fact that the Grand Master of the Order of the Rose, Dirkmer, and my brother have fought to a draw, and have launched an impeachment? King Fapol has listened to the advice of his court official, Polti, and is trying to protect the Grand Master of his Knights?"
"Are these guys idiots?"
Every time he saw information about Fabol, Gejier always felt a sense of confusion.
The fact that Dirkmo was able to fight his elder brother to a draw was enough to show his strength.
In addition, the other party is only slightly older than his elder brother, so his potential is naturally unlimited.
Maybe one day it will become a 'legend'!
Moreover, it was rumored that the other party did not have any more bad habits. He loved delicious food, fancy clothes, and women - such hobbies were nothing in Tesin, not to mention Faber, who was famous for his passion and unrestrainedness.
It can definitely be called a beautiful story.
But such a person was actually impeached?
“It’s just a conflict of interests.”
"The rise of Dirkmer disrupted the plans of many people, including King Faber's."
“So, the other party is trying to recover their losses.”
"This incident will cause a lot of trouble in Faber, and in the end, the other side will probably launch another 'war' against us - not a large-scale one, but a small-scale one, similar to a royal hunt."
"them……"
"Want to restore your dignity?"
Gajeel rolled his eyes.
He was too lazy to pay attention to such meaningless behavior.
Which is more important, dignity or life?
Gejier undoubtedly stood for the latter.
Of course, this is on the premise that family members are not involved.
If it involves his family, if someone touches his family...
The ashes were scattered to each other.
Double standard?
Sort of.
It’s a tradition of the Ke family.
"Since it's a royal hunt, it's a competition!"
"The best place is the inland sea. They won't want to compete with us in fishing, will they?"
As the third son of the Grand Duke spoke, he turned his head and looked at Goethe.
"I'm still thinking about the question about 'The Black Hand of the World' just now... Uncle, where did you get this news?"
Goethe looked at the Archduke.
"The treasure of the ancestral land - my father, your great uncle, left Bodø after obtaining a portion of the 'family property' and 'inheritance' from your great grandfather. He kept heading north and eventually came to 'Bear Castle'. It was a completely unexpected adventure. In the end, your great uncle, my father, became the biggest winner of that adventure."
"He found a legacy of our ancestor 'Modeus' in Bear Castle."
"I call it a treasure!"
"There are not only some diaries of our ancestors, but also the complete 'Warrior' baptism heritage and the original research on 'Volibear Breathing'."
"Of course, there is also a considerable fortune!"
"It is because of this that our Ke family was able to quickly become the king of the North."
"And the 'black hand of the world' was recorded in that diary. There were only a few words, but it was enough to alert us. It was precisely because of this vigilance that my father and brothers discovered George VI's plan and chose to let me 'survive'."
The Grand Duke did not hide anything and explained it bit by bit.
Goethe listened attentively.
Gajir's eyes widened as well.
There is no doubt that this was the first time that the third son of the Grand Duke heard such a secret.
"So, you should have died, but you used your mother's secret technique to resurrect from the body of 'Credor'?"
"Well, at that time, our Ke family had no way out and could only take a risk."
"If we succeed, we'll get a break."
"If we fail, we will be wiped out."
The Archduke nodded calmly.
"What about our bloodline?"
Gejier's face was full of confusion.
"It has nothing to do with 'Credor'. It is still the bloodline of the Crador family. Although to some extent, it is not completely related. It is like a broken ship. You repair it while sailing. When you finish repairing it and sail to the end, the ship looks the same, but the ship can no longer be exactly the same as before."
The Grand Duke explained.
"Do Brother-sama, Enmlai, and Nina know?"
Gjeer asked.
"have no idea."
"I'll tell them later."
"Now!"
"Go and clean up everything around here, especially in these towns!"
The Archduke suddenly became serious.
"good."
As Gejier said this, he looked at Goethe, and his meaning couldn't be more obvious.
However, he was stopped by the Grand Duke.
"Go by yourself!"
"Goethe will not help you, nor will he appear in matters related to you. I will not stop you from choosing the path you want, but I don't want you to get lost, understand?"
The Archduke's voice rose a notch.
"I know, I'll be there right away!"
Gejier didn't stay, but got up and walked out.
Before leaving, he winked at Goethe.
The meaning was obvious: it was just to make Goethe say good things.
Goethe responded with a grimace.
The Archduke saw it, but ignored it.
He hopes his family will love each other.
In fact, he knew very well why Gejier did this.
well!
It was all because he didn't work hard enough!
By the time you realize it, it's too late to regret!
Fortunately, it’s not too late!
Not only do his three sons have good talents, but even his nephew is extremely talented.
This is really good news!
"[Volibear Breathing] is the core secret of our family. My father and your great uncle have devoted their entire lives to figuring out how to perfectly coordinate it with the Warrior baptism ceremony."
"We don't have a secret realm, so we can't become 'Dragon Blood Warriors'. We can only follow the path of 'Warriors' to the end."
“Fortunately, my father did it—after receiving the inheritance from his ancestors.”
“But it’s not the end!”
"Simlai and I both chose this path. Enmlai and Gejier are different. They sacrificed too much for the Ke family and chose a different path. But you, Goethe, chose this path again."
"Exactly three people."
“It’s really great.”
"Three?"
Goethe blinked.
"It's the codeword hidden in the diary of our ancestors - the top of the Warrior Path can only accommodate three people!"
"This is a secret related to the fifth level. Later, when you return to Xiongbao to worship your ancestors, you must read the information carefully. It is best to memorize all of it!"
"And the 'Hellblood'..."
As he spoke, the Grand Duke raised his hand.
The invisible energy and blood force blocked every corner of the room, and after making sure that no one else could hear him, he spoke to Goethe.
Immediately, words appeared before Goethe's eyes:
[Special information, judging...]
[Judgment passed...]
[Obtained the advanced information of 'Hellblood'! 】
[1, 'Heart' 5]
[2, 'body' 20]
[3. Have the prerequisite of Berserker]
[4. Release the madness in your heart 3 times and regain your sanity (0/3)]
[5. Pierce the body with the 'Golden Horn' and remain immortal for 12 hours]
[Additional judgment in progress...]
[Judgment passed! ]
[Hunting Mandos with bare hands, bathing in his blood! ]
…
The text paused for about two seconds, and then the supplement began to appear -
['Madness' Trial can be replaced by 4 Bloody Honors]
['Golden Horn' Piercing Trial can be replaced by 5 Bloody Honors]
[Bathing in the blood of Mandos can be replaced with 6 bloody honors]
…
"'Mad Will' is a test of will, and 'Golden Horn' piercing is a test of body. Only those with strong will and strong body can become true 'Hellblood' - 'Golden Horn' is preserved in the ancestral land of Bear Castle, and for the 'Mad Will' test, with me and Simlai here, you can release as much as you want. If there is something wrong, we will knock you out, and then we will continue. After many times, you will get used to it and be able to control yourself well."
The Grand Duke spoke from experience.
"As for 'The Fearless'?"
"It is only recorded in the ancestral land. According to tradition, you must enter the ancestral land to read it there. I will not violate this rule unless it is necessary. And... you should also go to the ancestral land to have a look."
Goethe nodded involuntarily.
To be honest, he was too curious about his ancestral land, Xiongbao.
Of course, he also had many questions.
The most direct question is, are the so-called additional judgments for the baptism of the second-level "Berserker" and the third-level "Hellblood" lost? Or was there an error in the beginning?
He believed that the Archduke would not lie to him.
He would go find out for himself.
If it is lost, he will ' find a way' to make up for it with reasonable reasons.
What if it was a deliberate mistake ?
Goethe would be more cautious.
It would have been fine if he didn't know about the so-called 'black hand of the world' before, but now that he knows, Goethe wants to bury himself in the ground to avoid being noticed and wait until he has enough strength to reappear.
"By the way, where is that little girl Sheila?"
"I think she and you..."
"Uncle, I suddenly have some realizations and need to retreat."
Before Archduke Scrooge could finish his words, Goethe gave an awkward but polite smile, stood up and left the room.
That speed is extremely fast.
By the time the door closed, Goethe was already standing inside the Tusca Fortress.
Sheila?
Goethe stood there, with the image of Sheila's cold and dumb look emerging in his mind. To be honest, Sheila, who didn't speak, was indeed very charming, and Goethe even admitted that he was moved.
Goethe couldn't help but look at Shila and Swart who were entering the military camp with two thousand elite cavalrymen to settle down.
Unlike Swart who followed obediently, Sheila looked around. When she saw Goethe, she immediately ran over quietly and asked in a low voice, "Is the 'Mad King's Legacy' here?"
As she spoke, Sheila tilted her head and looked at Goethe who remained silent.
"Silly bird."
Suddenly Goethe spoke like this.
Sheila?
How is that possible!
Even if he were to be alone all his life, he would never consider this woman.
Sheila kept asking.
"tell me!"
"Tell me quickly!"
"Are you planning on breaking your promise?"
“Don’t do that!”
"At worst, I'll give in a little bit!"
Buzz buzz buzz!
When Goethe heard such a sound, he felt as if three thousand flies were buzzing in his ears. Without hesitation, Goethe turned and left, while Shira chased him closely. The two of them chased and fled around the racecourse of Tusca Fortress.
Everyone saw this scene, and unconsciously, the corners of their mouths curled up slightly.
There was only one exception.
Xila's teacher almost gritted her teeth watching this scene.
"Asshole, stay away from my little Qianla!"
"You bastard! Where are your hands?"
"Ahhh! I'm going to kill you!"
On one side of the racecourse, Xila grabbed Goethe's arms with both hands and held them tightly in her arms.
Goethe had no ideas.
People may have thoughts about monitor lizards, but they will never have thoughts about birds!
However, Shila's teacher could not see all this. What he saw was that Goethe was taking advantage of his disciple, whom even his own daughter loved.
The teacher couldn't help but rush out.
But a big hand just fell on the teacher's shoulder.
The huge, unrivaled force made the teacher stand still.
When the other person turned his head, he saw a kind face.
"I am Goethe's uncle, Scrooge.
"You are Sheila's teacher, right?"
"I was aware of your presence before, but I was busy and couldn't get away. Now that the matter has been resolved, I think it's just right that we should have a talk."
Having said that, he dragged Xila's teacher into the fortress without further ado.
No one saw these things.
Everyone looked at Goethe and Sheila.
At this time, Xila was no longer holding Goethe's arms with both hands, but was lying on Goethe's back, with her arms around Goethe's neck and her legs tightly wrapped around Goethe's waist.
"Come down!"
"No!"
“Come down quickly!”
"Then you should first tell me the knowledge of 'The Legacy of the Mad King'!"
"I have no idea!"
"You lied to me!"
…
Goethe's voice was full of helplessness, but Sheila's voice was full of vitality.
It is not only crisp and pleasant, but also full of stubbornness.
Everyone was watching with a smile, and Swart even moved a stool and sat there to watch.
Suddenly, someone shouted——
"Look, the sky is clearing up!"
Above the overcast sky of Tosca Fortress, a ray of sunlight pierced through the dark clouds and sprinkled down.
It shines just right on the racecourse.
In an instant, Goethe and Silas were covered in a golden hue.
Warm, but not dazzling .
At this moment, people looked at the two people pressed tightly together and couldn't help but think of their own past.
It is so beautiful.
It is so...
thump!
Just when everyone was reminiscing about their beautiful youth, Goethe, who could no longer bear it, threw Sheila over his shoulder into the mud in front of him. Sheila did not show any weakness, and when Goethe turned to leave, she pounced on him and bit his calf with her mouth.
Suddenly, everyone's mouth corners twitched.
Especially Swart, he shook his head and sighed.
"Alas, youth is gone just like that."
Soon, everyone stopped looking at the two people struggling in the mud.
No matter how good-looking a person is, if his face is covered with mud, he will no longer look good.
In a good atmosphere, a sound of mud can make people shake their heads and sigh.
Just two minutes later, Goethe and Sheila were completely stained by the mud.
About half an hour later, exhausted, Xila lay flat in the mud, gasping for breath.
Goethe, who was in better physical condition, originally wanted to find a cleaner place to rest, but when he saw himself covered in mud, he simply followed Sirah's example and lay down in the mud.
He looked up at the sky, slightly lost in thought.
Not thinking or planning.
Rarely, at this moment, Goethe's mind was blank.
No vigilance, no precaution, no planning.
Nothing at all.
Goethe felt a long-lost sense of relaxation.
When was the last time?
It’s time to eat skewers on the street in retirement!
Then……
Just come here!
Goethe couldn't help but sigh when he thought about his experience of coming to the 'Anchor Point World'.
It was an even more depressing life than the one he had lived in the club, with constant fear of death.
Even now, he almost forgot how long he had been here.
Every day we move forward, chased by death.
Not interested in other trivial matters.
If he hadn't been lying down at this moment, he would have almost forgotten what rest meant.
"Thanks."
Goethe said suddenly.
Xila on the side was stunned.
Then the lady turned over and sat up, looking at Goethe with suspicion. When she saw Goethe lying there with his eyes closed and his whole body relaxed , she instinctively grabbed a handful of mud and quietly smeared it on Goethe's face.
Goethe, who was relaxing and about to express his thoughts, did not notice any of this.
"I haven't had that for a long time...Pah, ah!"
"Sheila!"
"Go to hell!"
Goethe turned over and stood up, riding on Sheila, and the mud in his hand buried Sheila in the mire like a storm.
Goethe was shouting, but there was no anger in his eyes, only a little bit of insolence.
He thought silently in his heart -
one day!
Just let me take a day off!