Calamity Crown

George VI felt the coldness of the blade, and helplessness and...excitement appeared in his eyes.

Unfortunately, this exit was not what he had planned.

Excitedly, the old bear stepped into the fourth step, enough to cause a ripple in the world in front of him.

Just a trace!

But enough!

He is looking forward to it!

Thinking of this, George VI rallied and let out a scream.

"Ahhhh!"

The voice was high-pitched, miserable, and full of pain.

After a while—

"His Majesty has been assassinated!"

"Catch assassins!"

The summer palace was brightly lit in an instant, and the guards began to run.

At the same time, in the fortress of Tosca, the first captain of the Grand Duke's Guard, Skess, rushed out of the fortress with a group of people.

Sikes and the members of the Grand Duke's Guard behind him all looked angry.

Anger fills their brains, making them restless.

Become extremely... bloodthirsty!

Before arriving at the camp where Tesin's second army was stationed, a streak of scarlet blood burst out from Sikes' body, making the Grand Duke's first team leader look like a ghost crawling out of hell.

He growled—

"You despicable and shameless bastards dare to assassinate His Royal Highness, I will tear you apart!"

A growl.

The last battle before the end of the war is fought.

At this time, Grand Duke Scrooge still looked at Alger Aldrich with a smile on his face, and asked in an extremely kind tone——

"I heard that you can create [Dawn Protection]?"

"I think you can make hundreds or even thousands of handles, and it will be used as accommodation and food expenses for tonight."

After saying such words, the Grand Duke thought for a while, and in order to make the facts conform to what he said, he raised his hand and put the remaining half piece of bread on the table into Alger Aldrich's hands.

And the other hand?

Already clenched into a fist.

Alger Aldridge left two days later, his feet were staggering, his eyes were blue and his face was pale, and his whole body seemed to be hollowed out.

And just half an hour after Alger Aldrich left, Goethe and Gergil rushed into the fortress with two thousand northern cavalry. The two looked anxious—they received Scrooge G. The news of the assassination and serious injury immediately drove the two of them to the northern fortress.

only……

Goethe and Gergil looked at the room, with red faces and shirtless arms, sitting cross-legged in front of the fireplace, hugging Archduke Scrooge Kick who was gnawing on a roasted beef leg, and they were stunned for a moment.

Chapter 92 'Legends' and 'Them'!

"Father, Lord Father?"

Gergil yelled tentatively.

Even because of worry, the voice of this young man, who was ruthless and cruel to his enemies, trembled.

At the same time, the third son of the Grand Duke looked at Grand Duke Scrooge Ke with unprecedented seriousness, and compared it with the knowledge about injuries he had learned in his mind one by one.

Nervous sweat dripped from his forehead.

He, worried that the same would happen.

And the Grand Duke?

Smiling.

"I'm fine, it's just a smoke bomb."

The Grand Duke waved his oily hands, motioning for Goethe and Gergil to sit down.

Gegil finally breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down with Goethe. After the two juniors sat down, the Grand Duke tore off two roasted beef legs and handed them over.

Goethe took it with a smile.

Gejill subconsciously wanted to find tableware.

However, under the gaze of the Grand Duke's "father's majesty", he could only obediently gnaw on the roasted beef leg.

"We are not Faber's group of fools. When there are no outsiders, we still have to keep the so-called big goose fart!"

"When there are no outsiders, it should be the most relaxing time."

"Gegil, you should keep in mind that when you can't be yourself without outsiders, then you are not far from being lost-you will restrain yourself according to the rigid set of dogmas formulated by those bastards, so that your brain Become dull, rigid, devoid of any creativity and . . . potential!"

"I look for tableware and eat in small bites, but also to maintain my true self. Isn't your habit of imposing on me a rigid dogma?"

The Grand Duke's third son whispered.

"What did you say? Louder?"

The Archduke stared.

"It's nothing, Father, you are right!"

The Grand Duke's third son raised his head and replied with a smile on his face.

As for Goethe?

After eating several meals of dry food, how reserved he is when facing the roast beef leg.

Bite down, the beef is grilled just right, and the feeling of immediately filling the mouth with a little bit of juice is really great.

Among them, the sour taste of lemon mixed with it made Goethe even more appetizing.

However, it was the black pepper that pleased Goethe the most.

Pick up these black peppers that have been ground to a moderate size, and throw them on the roasted beef leg. When the black pepper particles collide with the beef leg, some of them directly stick to the roasted beef leg with the fat, while others fall into the roasted beef leg. Ham, amidst the crackling sound, the slightly pungent spicy smell penetrated into the nose, and the crackling sound after the fat fell made Goethe unable to turn his eyes away.

How about a roast beef shank?

Goethe looked at the back of the bull.

Tender tenderloin!

By this time, it was already baked crispy!

"Get started! Get started!"

The Grand Duke laughed loudly.

Goethe was not polite, he grabbed a piece with his hands, pulled it with ingenuity, and pulled off the whole piece directly.

Lifting the tenderloin high, Goethe leaned down, using both teeth and tongue, and swallowed the whole tenderloin into his mouth.

Seeing Goethe's way of eating meat in the same strain as his own, the Grand Duke laughed again.

And until this time, Goethe also discovered the difference of the Grand Duke.

Not only is the breath more powerful, sitting there is like a mountain, but...

easy?

That's right!

Just easy!

In the previous communication, although the Grand Duke didn't show it, Goethe noticed that the Grand Duke's brows would frown from time to time, and thoughts appeared in his eyes from time to time.

And now?

Thoughts are still there, but the brows are stretched out more often.

The Grand Duke noticed Goethe's gaze, and the guardian of the north nodded.

"The war is about to end!"

Immediately, Goethe and Gergil looked at each other with unconcealable shock on their faces.

According to the information collected so far, Goethe has already classified this war into a protracted type, and at least it will not slow down until winter in the northern border comes.

But how long has it been since now?

It's only been a week with all the money!

How could it be over so soon?

It's completely anticlimactic!

Unconsciously, this word appeared in Goethe's mind.

As for Gagil?

The grand duke's third son was far more shocked than Goethe.

In the heart of the grand duke's third son, this war is a decisive battle related to the life and death of the northern border.

Even if it enters the winter in the northern region, it will not end!

At least 2-3 years later, after the Northern Territory and Tesyin fall, it will not really end!

To this end, he also prepared a lot of special things.

But why did it end so suddenly?

Not complaining.

Not to mention any dissatisfaction.

As the son of the Grand Duke of the Northern Territory, he absolutely did not want the flames of war to spread to the Northern Territory. He wished that the war would end soon—but this kind of surprise was mixed with the sense of powerlessness after punching nothing, which made him a little at a loss as to what to do.

Goethe and Gegil couldn't help but sit up straight.

They all looked at the Grand Duke.

And the smile on the Grand Duke's face became brighter, he looked at his son and nephew, and said——

"Because I killed Mossaryk!"

"what?"

Gergil stood up straight away.

Mossarik, one of the princes of the Tesin royal family, is helping George VI manage the economy and diplomacy, but Gejir knows that the other party is a special profession who embarks on the road of 'warrior': 'dragon blood warrior'!

Moreover, it's still Tier [-]!

'Dragon Blood Warrior', a special baptism method that can only be chosen by the royal family of Tesin who masters the secret realm 'Island of Dragons'.

Physically stronger than normal 'warriors'.

Especially at the first level, they almost rely on their powerful bodies to crush ordinary 'warriors'.

When it reached the second level, the 'madness' of the 'berserker' made the 'dragon blood warrior' slightly dominant.

Only when the 'Warrior' is promoted to the third-tier 'Prison Blood Warrior' can it truly be compared to the 'Dragon Blood Warrior'.

It is also because of the special baptism inheritance of the 'Dragon Blood Warrior' that the Tesin royal family is considered powerful by the northern border.

After all, the first step after three baptisms is really too easy compared to the second and third steps.

Tier [-] and Tier [-] not only need resources, but also the talent of the baptist, especially Tier [-], the number is very few.

And what about the first order?

As long as the talent is not bad, it can be piled up with resources.

According to Emler's secret survey, there are 400+ "professionals" who have reached the first level in Tesinne, 40+ who have reached the second level, and four who have reached the third level, namely Gerald , the three princes of Mossaryk, Ronald and the court knight 'Hister' - this is the data that can be investigated on the surface, not including the 'Keeper of Secrets', but how many are there in the dark, even if it is Enmlai's hidden sons could not be investigated clearly.

In the northern border, there are 60 first-tier 'professionals', 10 second-tier 'professionals', and three third-tier 'professionals'. Si, it can be said that he has fallen into a disadvantage in an all-round way-if it weren't for the fact that Fabol, Rudshi, Yatuk, and Lidal were on the side, a real war broke out, which would drag the entire Tesin into the quagmire, Gergil never thought the North could hold out.