Calamity Crown

There is only one exception.

Sheila's teacher gritted her teeth watching this scene.

"Bastard, stay away from my little Sheila!"

"You bastard! Where do you put your hands?"

"Ahhh! I'm going to kill you!"

On the side of the racetrack, Sheila grabbed Goethe's arm with both hands and held her tightly in her arms without letting go.

Goethe didn't have any ideas.

People may have thoughts about monitor lizards, but it is impossible to have thoughts about birds!

However, Xila's teacher couldn't see this. What he saw was that Goethe was taking advantage of his apprentice who was precious to his own daughter.

The teacher couldn't help but rushed out.

But a big hand just fell on the teacher's shoulder.

The huge, unrivaled power made this teacher stand still and not move.

The other party turned his head and saw a kind face.

"I am Goethe's uncle, Scrooge K."

"You are Sheila's teacher, right?"

"I noticed your existence before, but I was busy at the moment and couldn't get away. Now that the matter has been resolved, it just so happens that I think our two adults should talk about it."

Saying that, without any explanation, the teacher who dragged Shira walked towards the fortress.

No one sees these things.

Everyone looked at Goethe and Sila.

At this time, Shira no longer held Goethe's arm with both hands, but lay on Goethe's back with her hands around Goethe's neck, and her legs were tightly wrapped around Goethe's waist.

"Get down!"

"No!"

"Come down quickly!"

"Then tell me about the 'Mad King's Legacy' first!"

"I have no idea!"

"You lied to me!"

……

Goethe's voice was full of helplessness, but Xila's voice was full of vitality.

Not only crisp and sweet, but also full of stubbornness.

Everyone watched with a smile, and Swart even moved a Maza and sat there to watch.

Suddenly, someone shouted——

"Look, it's sunny!"

Over the overcast Tusca Fortress, a ray of sunlight pierced through the dark clouds and just fell down.

It just shines on the racetrack.

In an instant, Goethe and Sila were stained with gold.

Warm without being harsh.

At this moment, people looked at the two people who were close together, and couldn't help but think of their own past.

It is so beautiful.

so...

thump!

Just when everyone was recalling their beautiful youth, Goethe, who could no longer bear it any longer, threw Sheila into the quagmire in front of her. He bit Goethe's calf.

Suddenly, the corners of everyone's mouths twitched.

Especially Swart shook his head and sighed.

"Oh, youth is gone just like that."

Soon, everyone stopped looking at the two people who were struggling in the quagmire.

No matter how good-looking a person is, if his face is covered with mud, he won't be able to look anywhere.

In a good atmosphere, a sound of mud will make people shake their heads and sigh.

After only 2 minutes, Goethe and Sheila were already muddy and completely stained.

About half an hour later, Xila, who was exhausted, lay flat in the mud, panting heavily.

Goethe, who had better physical strength, originally wanted to find a cleaner place to rest, but seeing that he was covered in mud, he simply followed Shila's appearance and lay down in the mud.

He looked up at the sky, slightly lost in thought.

Not thinking or plotting.

Rarely, at this moment, Goethe's mind was blank.

No vigilance, no guard, no layout.

Nothing at all.

The long-lost sense of relaxation appeared in Goethe.

When was the last time?

It's time to retire to the street to eat skewers!

then……

Just come here!

Thinking of the experience of coming to the 'Anchor World', Goethe couldn't help but sigh.

It was a more depressing life than he had in the club, always worried about death.

Even now, he almost forgot how long he had been here.

Every day I move forward under the chase of death.

Inadvertently pay attention to other trivial matters.

If it wasn't for lying down at this moment, he would have almost forgotten what rest is.

"Thank you."

Goethe said suddenly.

Sheila on the side was taken aback.

Then the lady sat up and looked at Goethe suspiciously. When she saw Goethe lying there with his eyes closed and relaxed, she instinctively grabbed a handful of mud and smeared it on Goethe's face.

But Goethe, who was relaxed and about to express his feelings, didn't notice this.

"It's been a long time since I... Bah, bah!"

"Sheila!"

"You give me death!"

Goethe stood up and rode Sheila under him, and the mud in his hand buried Sheila in the quagmire like a storm.

Goethe yelled, but there was no anger in his eyes, only a little presumptuousness.

He thought silently in his heart——

one day!

Just give me a day off!

Chapter 94 Selection.Layout

August, morning.

Although according to the solar terms, it is still summer in the northern border.

However, in the northern border at the end of summer, there was already a slight chill in the wind.

Goethe walked to the window sill with his feet closed, and opened the window. He needed to clear his head—after reading the mysterious knowledge all night, even Goethe, who had 20 times the body of a normal person, felt his temples swell.

Since Tesin issued 'everything is a misunderstanding' a month ago and offered to compensate for various losses in the northern border, the war is just as the Grand Duke said: it is over.

Except for the Second Army of the North that is permanently stationed in the Tusca Fortress.

All returned to Hallest.

Except Smlik.

Because of the loss of the head of the 'Knights of the Rose', Faber not only jumped up and down in the country, but also in the inland sea-the cannonballing activities that were only routine for two or three days a month have become daily routines. The number has also changed from three to five to thirty or fifty.

Faber used this action to express his dissatisfaction.

What a distorted dignity!

Gergil commented on Faber's behavior in this way.

A group of cocks that are already about to go into the oven are still talking about a classy guy!

Emlei Ke was much more straightforward, and he was short of mocking and insulting Fabol.

And Goethe?

Not only is he a clean freak, but he also doesn't want to talk to idiots, and he doesn't want to comment on idiot behavior—you mean Sheila?

That's an exception.

Well, exception.

The only exception, who made the other party pretend too well at that time.

All, exceptions appeared.

Goethe swore that this was the last exception.

more?

He can't take it anymore.

Thinking of Xila proving the purity of her blood every now and then, Goethe originally relieved a lot of temples, and again, they swelled up and down, so that he had to divert his attention.

[Attributes: Mind: 2.2 Skill: 7.7 Body: 20.9]

……

Goethe looked at his attribute bar.

The [Heart] attribute is not enough, but the [Body] attribute has reached the level that can be promoted to the third level.

Not only in terms of attributes, but his strongest [Thunderbolt] and [Thunder God] skills are already quite close to the level of ordinary third-order - this is a month, after several fights with the Grand Duke and members of the Grand Duke's Guard, Goethe concluded that conclusion.

"Single mastering the secret technique, collectively referred to as superhumans, can display combat power ranging from blade level to explosive level!"

"When the first and second extreme baptisms are completed, the combat power will reach the level of tanks to fighter planes!"

"And after completing the third extreme baptism and stepping into the level of a 'professional', you should be a superhuman who can exert the power of a 'strong' level. This time is the first level!"

"In the same way, when a Tier [-] extreme professional is promoted to Tier [-], he should be able to exert the power of 'fierce' level!"

Goethe summed up his experience in the past month, and had a more direct division of his own strength.

Obviously, the previous sub-head of the "Rose Knights" was not the ultimate baptism, facing the strength of the second level of the ultimate baptism, he was basically powerless to fight back.

wrong!

Not a baptism!

It should be 'bloodline awakening'!