quicksilver blood

Chapter 438 Helga's ambition
She talked about this, but Kakarit calmed down.

He believed that when the final decision was made, Helga would know what to do.And if she wants to do something that she regrets, Kakarit will definitely stop her desperately.

Kakarit didn't want the kid to regret his past actions in the future.

It was around this time that Kakarit realized that she was still a child.

But taking a step back, even if he didn't stop Helga, His Majesty Roland would definitely be able to save her from despair before then.

In fact, Kakarit was more interested in the price Helga paid.

She said, "devote loyalty to Roland", so, is this effect limited-time or permanent?Is it an interference with the mind or an operation on memory?What is the degree of loyalty?Is it obedience or general employment?

All of this affects Kakarit's attitude towards Helga.

After all, a person who dared to sell himself, what else would he not dare to do?If there is no rope that can restrain him, with her madness, she will definitely destroy herself and the people around her.

Thinking about it now...I'm afraid that Helga would have gone crazy when she saw her father being brutally killed by the man in the iron mask.

However, there was one more thing that Kakarit didn't quite understand.

"Helga, we're partners in one faction now, aren't we?"

"of course."

Helga replied readily.

She sat in her seat without getting up, and pointed to the chair that had been set up opposite her with her chin, motioning for Kakarit to sit on it.

When Kakarit was seated, she said leisurely: "You don't have to worry about me, Lord Kakarit. I didn't sell myself to the mentor out of hatred."

"That is……?"

"My father was a genius."

Helga suddenly changed the topic, and scratched the plate in front of her with a fork: "He can almost become a druid with his personal interest. And even if he didn't choose the natural way in the end, But my father has mastered a level of knowledge beyond that of ordinary druids."

"Well, you probably guessed it. I knew the existence of the saint from the very beginning."

Speaking of this, Helga showed a bit of sarcasm: "Not only me, but most of the druids in Karal know about this. If they are smart, they should have realized that the saint is about to return. , and they were powerless to resist."

"But the truth is, aren't those old guys reconciled?" Kakarit immediately realized what Helga meant.

Helga just snorted contemptuously, and her dull blue pupils made Kakarit think of Roland.

She subconsciously exerted force with her right hand, and the fork directly pierced into the fishbone: "How can those stubborn old immortals be willing to hand over their rights? Father realized that the druids were also beginning to corrupt, so he chose to stay out of it."

Having said that, Helga paused slightly, and then asked, "Do you know the Ring of Ashes?"

"what is that?"

"Forget it if you don't know. They're just a bunch of people. They actually want to lead a mob to overthrow the rule of the lord, and with anger enough to burn three thousand worlds to ashes, they will overthrow the royal family of Karar in one breath, and walk into glory with the will of 'humanity' Evolution and so on..."

Helga described it with dramatic exaggeration.Before she finished speaking, Kakarit laughed: "How is it possible? Without the king's will to control it, no matter how many soldiers are, they are just raging innocent souls. What else can they do besides killing people?"

"That's why I said, it's just a mob... If you don't count the man, they are just a pack of lost dogs. Lost dogs are lost dogs, and they can't form a pack of wolves even if they get together."

A trace of fear faintly flashed across Helga's eyes: "However, that guy is tricky."

"But, does this have something to do with the Druids? No...could it be..."

"That's the one."

The corner of Helga's mouth twitched slightly, and a cold smile that was the same as that of Roland half a month ago bloomed in Kakarit's frightened eyes: "They are a group of rebellious druids, and almost all of them are world leaders. Members of the Ring Sect. The first thing they announced their establishment was to burn the last precious amethyst wattle tree in the world to ashes... This means that the 'resurrection medicine' prepared by Druid has become an unstoppable A gem that could possibly be reproduced."

"Their provocation completely angered the three sages. You may not know that Karal, which seems to be peaceful now, has entered a civil war. A trend of 'cutting the circle' has been set off among the druids, and the remaining The druids in the Ring of the World have also been persecuted, which is why you can't see the Blight - they have been sent out to hunt down those innocent persecuted people. All nobles involved, regardless of their titles Beheading, it was declared to the outside world that 'the Ashes killed these nobles who loved the people like their sons', hoping to let the gray power of the whole country of Karal together destroy the Ashes here."

"It looks messy enough."

"En. It's really messy enough."

Helga said so, and said something that made Kakarit stunned for a few seconds indifferently: "So, I don't think there is any need for druids to exist."

"……what?"

"If I didn't hear clearly, I can say it a few more times. For Karal today, the Druid is no longer a protector, but a person who drags Karal down."

Helga's dark blue eyes were as calm and confident as stagnant water: "Perhaps Karal relied on druids to exist at the beginning. But now that the gods are about to be destroyed, Karal, who is the only one whose power is higher than kingship, has fallen behind. It's time. If you don't hurry up and do something, when other countries get rid of the constraints of the gods and enter high-speed development, Karal will continue to crawl on the ground in pain, because trivial conflicts between a group of stubborn wooden heads life and death."

While speaking, Helga lightly brushed her hair, leaned her upper body slightly towards Kakarit, and showed a charming smile: "Let's be more clear...I want to overthrow the governor with His Royal Highness Roland." Yide's manipulation of the nobles. Then the druids will belong to the mentor, the people will belong to His Majesty Roland, and the land will belong to me. At that time, I may dedicate the entire country to the mentor...or, in other words, to His Majesty Roland."

"You will not."

Kakarit rejected her words without hesitation: "You will not let go, Helga."

"Maybe."

Helga shook her head and did not continue the subject.

She turned around, facing Kakarit sideways, staring out of the window in a daze, her immature face was more delicate under the morning light.

Then, she murmured in an inaudible voice.

"The mentor is merciful... At first, I just wanted to be an alchemist."

(End of this chapter)