Calamity Crown

Regarding that teacher, the Grand Duke said that he can rest assured.

Goethe believed in the Grand Duke.

Therefore, I also believe that the other party will not harm Shila.

But, it's still kind of weird.

What kind of ceremony would you trade your IQ for?

When Goethe looked at Sheila, Margarita also looked at Sheila.

Seeing that face that was comparable to her own, sitting there eating and drinking unscrupulously, Margarida couldn't help feeling a bit of resentment and... envy.

She thought so too.

But, no.

She has to keep her good teeth...

laugh!

A fresh and tender peach was eaten by Sheila, and the juice was splashed, and the splashed juice fell on Margarita's face by coincidence.

The second daughter of the Tulip family was stunned.

She picked up the handkerchief, wiped it silently, picked up another peach, put it in front of Shira, and bit it down.

laugh!

The same juice splashes.

Also got splashed all over the face.

Sheila, however, was not annoyed in any way.

Instead, she was excited.

Opening his mouth, he took a bigger bite and countered Margarita with more juice.

Margarita is not to be outdone either.

The two women are like children, here they are barking at each other.

Goethe rolled his eyes.

He originally wanted to say that he had just won another ten consecutive victories, and that he would continue this winning streak—after all, Fabol's nobles were 'too enthusiastic'.

One by one, the elite family members were sent to him.

He had doubts before.

Now?

After Margarita's explanation, he understood.

The last worry was put down, and Goethe was ready to continue.

Such an opportunity is really once in a lifetime!

If you miss it, I'm afraid it will be really difficult for him to reach Yum!

Even a fool is afraid of death.

Not to mention members of the Fabol nobles.

They are even more afraid of death.

but……

There are times when you have to die!

"Is it a family contract?"

"Or some kind of poison?"

"People who play politics have dirty hearts."

Goethe sighed and walked out of the box.

Although there were still 10 minutes before the break, Goethe didn't want to stay here anymore - a fire at the city gate would bring disaster to the fish in the pond. Goethe understood this truth since he was a child.

With Sheila's stupid energy, there is a high probability that she will slap him.

And Margarita?

He saw it too.

This woman is taking the opportunity to 'indulge' herself.

Probably her mother didn't tell her not to play with fools.

Playing with idiots will only make you more idiotic.

Going down the stairs, Goethe saw a young man standing on one side of the corridor.

Donald Dott.

Goethe was really impressed with his white face, like putty.

"Hello, Mr. Goethe Wayne."

The other party greeted with a smile.

The attitude can be called respectful.

Goethe stopped and stared at the other party, with vigilance hidden in his eyes.

"Tonight we will hold a dinner on the ship - I hope you and Ms. Margarita Margot can attend, this is your invitation letter."

As Donald Dot spoke, he handed over an invitation letter.

Then, the other party showed a mysterious smile and lowered his voice.

"At the banquet tonight, some bad things will happen."

"It's for you and Ms. Margarita Mag."

"Of course, I mean no harm."

"And, I would like to cooperate with you."

"I hope you can give me such a chance."

"I'll be waiting for you at dinner, and I'll do all I can to help you—this will be the beginning of our friendship!"

After Donald Dot said he put the invitation letter in Goethe's hands, he bowed slightly again, turned around and left.

When the other party left, Goethe narrowed his eyes slightly.

call!

In the palm, flames rise.

The invitation letter was directly reduced to ashes.

There were also some sesame seeds...seeds that were reduced to ashes.

Feeling the subtle change, Goethe's narrowed eyes were already filled with coldness, he stopped, and his body suddenly took a step to the side——

Whoosh!

Amidst the slight sound of breaking through the air, a dagger covered with faint blue liquid rubbed against his body and landed in the air.

The assassin, who was wrapped in black clothes, fled quickly after missing a hit.

Goethe did not pursue.

Because Simlai Ke has already blocked the opponent's way.

Simlai Ke's huge palms were under his head, like a net, enveloping the assassin.

The next moment, he bound the other party tightly.

Next, apply a little force.

The assassin was crushed to pieces amidst the sound of flesh and bones being broken.

But there was no scream.

It's not that the assassin didn't want to scream.

Instead, he couldn't make a sound.

The other party's tongue and vocal cords have long since disappeared.

Even, under that mask, the opponent's face was completely destroyed.

Unrecognizable at all.

Neither Goethe nor Simlai K were surprised by this.

Since he was about to make a move, it was natural to leave no openings—even if it was only on the surface.

"How about it?"

Simlai Ke asked with concern.

"Fortunately."

"I have to thank Gejir for teaching me the plant-related knowledge. Otherwise, I wouldn't have noticed the difference just now. At this time, I probably have been stabbed by a sword."

Goethe said with a smile.

Simlai Ke picked up the assassin's short sword and smelled the faint blue liquid on it.

"It's not a deadly poison, it's a physical drain."

The Grand Duke's eldest son said.

"Well, what they want is to consume my physical strength, or to win, so naturally they won't use deadly poison."

Goethe sighed, but his tone subconsciously cooled down, and he said softly: "My lord brother, I am a person who doesn't like excitement, so I want to reduce the number of people at the dinner party on Faber's boat tonight." a little."

Simlai K smiled.

The eldest son of the Grand Duke patted Goethe on the shoulder——

"Go fuck them!"

Chapter 112 When you choose to hang up, please remember krypton gold!

The cheers in the Bear Castle Arena rang out again as Goethe took the stage again.

Much hotter than before.

Because, at this time, Goethe has won 20 consecutive victories.

Goethe waved at the northerners with a smile on his face. When he looked at the positions of the Fabol nobles, he turned cold, and he pretended to be angry.

He said aloud—

"Battle makes me happy!"

"I enjoy fighting with all my strength!"

"Today, I have completed 20 consecutive victories!"

"but……"

"not enough!"

"I hope to complete another 50 consecutive victories here, today!"

Goethe's voice echoed throughout the Bear Castle Arena.

"it is good!"

"We support you, Master Goethe!"

"Come on, Master Goethe!"

The northerners cheered again, cheering for Goethe.

The nobles of Faber had an ugly expression on their faces.