Calamity Crown

"Of course I'm afraid."

"But isn't there you, Faber VII, right, and my stupid brother standing in front?"

"However, if you are willing to stand in front of 'them' to clarify, it will be a different situation-but the question is, will you?"

Skiffins Steinbeck laughed jokingly.

George VI's face became more and more gloomy.

Especially when he saw that Skiffins Steinbeck was about to disappear with the closing of the 'door', his expression was gloomy, dripping water.

He started to flee quickly.

As Skiffins. Steinbeck said, he did not want to stand in front of 'them'.

'The Door', closed after George VI's death.

As the 'door' closed, George VI swept away the gloom on his face.

The corners of his mouth curled up in a smile.

"The 'door' turned out to be real!"

"This guy is so bold that he borrowed the power of the 'Lord of Flesh'!"

"However, since you have borrowed the power of the 'Lord of Flesh and Flesh', then I... can do it too!"

Thinking of this, Joan VI left even faster.

And in a certain place, Skiffins Steinbeck who reappeared was panting slightly.

"The use of 'door' is still too expensive."

"But it's enough to give you a 'reminder'!"

"The 'high priest of flesh and blood' is in Bode, imprisoned by the Tesin royal family-this is enough to divert your attention, but it is still not safe..."

"My silly brother, I didn't want you to appear so early, but now the situation is special, so please help your poor brother!"

Skiffins Steinbeck sighed.

He staggered and quickly disappeared in place.

……

The negotiations between Emlei Ke and Dotnier Marg went quite smoothly.

The second son of the Grand Duke of the Northern Territory will never admit that he used force to coerce him, let alone admit that he said something like 'If you don't give me satisfactory compensation, everyone in Faber will have to pay the price'.

No!

None of the above!

If there is, it is a rumor!

He, the second son of the Duke of the North, is amiable.

I just had a friendly discussion with the eldest son of the Tulip family, and the two sides reached a consensus and a common strategic goal.

"My lord, how is Dotnier Mag's strength?"

"Have you reached Tier [-]?"

On the way back to Bear Castle, Emlai Ke suddenly asked.

"Well, it must be Tier [-]."

"When you asked for the 'flame tornado sword energy' secret technique and 500 million compensation, the other party's aura leaked a little."

Simlai Ke nodded.

"Really level three?"

"Compared to my elder brother, how is he?"

Emurai Ke continued to ask.

"Give him a hand."

Simlai Ke laughed.

"That's good—I want to ask my lord brother, please kill Dotnil Mag."

Enmu came and said solemnly.

"Ok?"

Simlai Ke looked puzzled.

"The northern border does not need a complete Fabol—the Grand Duke Tulip has won the Fabol's internal struggle. Although he will recuperate for several years, he will definitely send troops to the northern border in the end, and he will be stronger than when the Rose family took power. It is a threat, so Dotnier Margot must die, and the heir of the Tulip family can only be Margarida Margot."

"And, it must be Margarita Margot who is pregnant with Goethe's child!"

Enmulai Ke said seriously.

Simlai Ke looked at his younger brother.

"Does Goethe know?"

"Does father know?"

The Grand Duke's eldest son asked.

"do not know!"

"Goethe will not agree, and neither will my father—but this must be done by someone, and I am willing to do it. Afterwards, I will give Goethe and my father a satisfactory explanation."

"This will make the Ke family prosperous for a hundred years!"

Emurai Ke clenched his fists.

Simlai Ke frowned, hesitating.

Of course he knew his brother was right.

But if you do that, Eunmu will definitely die.

What is a satisfactory confession.

It is nothing more than an apology with death.

He knew his brother's character all too well.

If one death is exchanged for the prosperity of the Ke family for a hundred years...

He is willing too!

Thinking of this, Simlai Ke made a decision.

He did not allow his younger brother to die in front of him.

Unless, he died first!

"I……"

Roar!

Just when Simlai Ke was about to say something, a dragon roar suddenly sounded from the pier not far behind him. It was - unique to Tesin's royal family: dragon blood warrior!

Chapter 117 An Ordinary Person Who Dreams of Becoming a Knight

Hodes, with gray temples and an old face, was sitting in a corner eating dinner in a brown linen gown.

Chunks of potatoes and a few beef dices are the main course.

A glass of water and two slices of bread is all that's left.

Out of place!

Regardless of clothing.

Or the food you eat.

Hodes was at odds with the well-dressed Fabol nobles in the restaurant who enjoyed exquisite and luxurious food, as if a commoner had suddenly broken into the palace.

Even the Faber nobles, who already knew Hodes style, couldn't help but look at the sub-head of the 'Knights of the Rose' at this moment.

Curiosity, surprise, and deep pity.

If it wasn't for Dirkmo, surely Hodes would be different, right?

Everyone thought so.

Involuntarily, he looked at Hodes more.

Under the gazes of many eyes, Hodes did not change anything. He used a spoon to grind the soft boiled potatoes into a mash, and then mixed the beef cubes into it. After stirring quickly with the spoon, the mashed potatoes and beef cubes Potato and beef balls are formed.

Hodes spooned one of them into his mouth.

A smile appeared on the face that shouldn't have been old.

It is the satisfaction of the stomach.

After so many years, only at this moment can he feel a little bit of satisfaction.

Even the simplest food gave him enough comfort.

"Hodes!"

While shouting softly, Dotnier Mag suddenly appeared.

Looking at the eldest son of the Tulip family in front of him, Hodes was startled.

"Good evening, Lord Maggot."

Hodes respectfully greets.

"Don't be so polite Hodes, have you forgotten when you first called me 'Dot'?"

The eldest son of the Tulip family, trying to use memories to narrow the distance between the two parties.

However, basically useless.

Hodes remained respectful.

"It's not the same, Lord Maggot."

The eldest son of the Tulip family stared at Hodes in front of him. It was difficult for him to connect this respectful... no, not only respectful, but also a man who was a little timid, and connected with the amazingly talented man back then.

Not only the face is old.

The heart is also old.

The once gifted young man, at this time, has completely turned into a middle-aged man overwhelmed by the burden of life.

"Did those setbacks really affect you that much?"

The eldest son of the Tulip family asked a little unwillingly.

"Is it still important?"

Hodes smiled.

Full of helplessness.

"I can help you, Dilkmore..."

hum!

Just when the eldest son of the Tulip family wanted to say something, there was a sudden roar and vibration from far to near. Although it was very slight when it reached the ship due to the distance, the eldest son of the Tulip family and the people in the restaurant Many people have noticed it.

Among the Fabol nobles, someone walked out quickly to check the situation.

After a while, the inquirer came back.

Dirkmore is dead!

After hearing the news, the Fabol nobles in the restaurant had different expressions.

Most are surprises.

A few are accidents.

Only Hodes, who was sitting there, had a trace of sadness on his face.