Calamity Crown

But an expression of resoluteness appeared on the face of the second daughter of the Tulip family.

Goethe affirmed that as long as anyone who saw this face clearly would make up countless plots in their minds.

Naturally, he couldn't hold back.

Goethe and Margarita Margot looked at each other.

In an instant, there was an indescribable tacit understanding between the two of them.

This kind of tacit understanding made this competition to be promoted to the extreme before it even started.

"Come on, Master Goethe!"

"Miss Marge, come on!"

And with the appearance of the 'heroine', the cheers in the entire Bear Castle Arena reached a certain extreme.

First of all, this game is an 'unexpected' extra match, and the tickets are naturally included in the previous tickets.

Simply put, it's free.

The second is to eat melons.

For the northerners whose entertainment life is poor, nothing makes them happier than the scene in front of them.

Although Master Goethe Wayne is a respectable person.

But their happiness is also unintentional.

Nothing malicious.

Everyone told themselves this, but as Margarita Mag pulled out the narrow-bladed rapier 'Flower Stamen', the people in the northern border burst into even louder cheers.

And under such cheers——

"Margarita, listen to me."

"I don't listen! I don't listen! I don't listen!"

Goethe tried hard to explain, but it was in vain. Margarita Marg clenched the sword in her hand and stabbed straight.

However, when he was an inch away from Goethe, he stopped.

This is of course the script.

But Goethe looked at the stopped long sword, and seemed to be relieved.

He looked at Margarita Mag just about to say something.

At this time, the eyes of the second daughter of the Tulip family turned red.

Tears rolled in the eyes.

Immediately, Goethe stopped talking.

He wanted to raise his hand to touch Margarita Margot, but the long sword blocked his chest, making it difficult for him to move forward.

With his head down, Goethe looked at the long sword on his chest and suddenly chuckled.

"No one can stop us from being together."

With those words, Goethe strode forward.

puff!

The famous sword 'Pistil' pierced Goethe's chest.

Not much, but blood poured out.

Margarita Marg panicked, let go and retreated.

Goethe pulled out the famous sword 'Flower Stamen' and threw it on the ground casually, letting the blood flow, he just rushed forward and hugged Margarita Mag in his arms.

"Oh oh oh oh oh!"

The northerners who watched the excitement around cheered again.

what do they want to see

That's what they want to see.

Almost everyone was staring at the ring, but it did not include Simlei Ke and Emlei Ke who were around the ring.

Smlik's face sank like water.

Emlei K clenched his fists tightly.

A strange blush appeared on the pale face of Simic Zuolens, who was hidden among the watching crowd.

"A tragedy under misunderstanding?"

"no."

"It's your own fate."

Under the aria, Simic Zuolens stared closely at the scene on the ring.

"Simic, you are no longer a poet."

"And, you won't take it seriously, will you?"

"This is obviously acting."

Schidr sneered at this scene, lowered his voice, and said, "Look at the expressions of Smlek and Emmlek, they must have a reason."

"Not acting."

"Margarita Mag really loves Goethe, and Goethe really has no fear of life and death—the sword in her hand conveys such emotions to me, and the tip of this sword is only [-] meters away from Goethe's heart. The distance of a knuckle."

"As long as Margarita Marg exerts a little force, Goethe will definitely die."

"Even if it's acting, it doesn't have to be so realistic."

Simic Zuolens shook his head.

"is it?"

Schidr was a little uncertain. He believed that this scene should have been caused by the Ke family to evade their assistance. Even though they agreed verbally, they did not sign a contract.

Who knows what will happen?

It's just that he believed in his friend's judgment.

After all, among those who use swords, Simic Zuolens is the expert.

Simic said this, so the real situation must be like this.

"Well, unfortunately..."

Simic sighed suddenly.

"What a pity?"

"One is the nephew of the Grand Duke of the North, who still owns his own territory, and the other is the second daughter of the Tulip family, but the family was destroyed...they are destined not to be able to reach everything."

Simic Zuolens, the youngest captain of the 'Keeper of Secrets', suddenly thought of something, and an indescribable sadness appeared on his face.

Then, he coughed violently again.

"OK OK."

"Stop mourning for others, we..."

"I, Goethe Wayne surrender!"

Just when Schidel was getting medicine for his friend again, Goethe, who was hugging Margarita Marg with a sword in the ring, felt that the time was almost up. He raised his head and said loudly suddenly, and the whole arena fell silent.

Everyone looked at Goethe in surprise.

"According to the agreement, I will hand over Svetla to Margarita."

After saying these words, Goethe was about to let go of Margarita Marg.

According to the script, at this time, Goethe should 'retire with a serious injury'.

It was just beyond Goethe's expectation that Margarita Marg suddenly hugged him with her backhand.

Not only did he hug him, but he even leaned his head over.

Goethe bowed his head...

This is? !

People around exclaimed again and again.

"Great love."

Simic Zuolens, the captain of the 'Keeper of Secrets' who once dreamed of being a poet, applauded softly, and he praised.

The applause seemed to wake up the people around.

Everyone applauded.

clap clap clap!

There was thunderous applause in the Bear Castle Arena.

In the VIP room, Sheila puffed her cheeks and stared angrily at this scene.

"A woman who drinks horse urine takes advantage of Goethe."

"You bastard!"

"I, I... must make you look good!"

Angrily, Xila bit the big chicken leg with her mouth, swallowed the bones and meat together, and chewed.

After a while, Sheila came back to her senses.

Huh?

When did my teeth get so sharp?

Sheila froze for a moment.

Then don't care.

because……

Margarita Mag sticks out her tongue!

call!call!call!

kill her!kill her!kill her!

Anger rose from the bottom of my heart.

Two voices roared in Sheila's mind.

The original 'calm' became irritable.

The original 'crazy' became furious.

But under normal circumstances, Xila, who controlled herself, would not allow any accidents to happen. She told herself to be calm, rational and take a deep breath.

But the anger couldn't go away at all.

As she breathed, she became hotter and hotter.

Her heart pounded, pounded, pounded.

Her stomach started to burn.

call!

A flame was sprayed out by Shira.

Ok?

Sheila was completely stunned.

How is this going.

The Grand Duke on the side laughed.

"It's the dragon blood potion you took before. This is a normal phenomenon. As time goes by, you will have more and more 'dragon' characteristics on your body. But don't worry, they are all normal 'dragon blood warriors'." 'Characteristics, it won't be uncontrollable - but, Shira, your talent is very good, I thought it would take a few more months for you to show such characteristics."

Hearing the Grand Duke's explanation, Sheila nodded in confusion.