Calamity Crown

Xiefusi's words were interrupted by a dagger before he could really shout out.

A small, pale gray-green dagger was inserted into the throat of the Tesin Royal Family Transcendent.

puff!

No blood flowed out.

The moment the gray-green light touched the blood, it came alive.

They squeaked cheerfully.

They raise their wings and front claws.

They quickly entered along the wound.

"Bug! Bug!"

"Uh uh uh!"

After Xiefusi yelled twice, all he could do was struggle, because these gray-green tiny bugs not only sucked the blood, but also quickly devoured the muscles, bones and internal organs.

"I am a fair person."

"Since you dare to come to the North to spread the plague."

"Then I'll let you be eaten by thousands of insects!"

"rest assured……"

"I won't let you die so easily."

"I will torture you bit by bit, making you unable to live or die, making you regret setting foot on the northern border, and making you live in hell every moment, confessing your so-called plan!"

"certainly!"

"You're just getting started!"

With a smile on his face, Gejir spoke word by word very slowly.

However, the gloominess in the eyes of the grand duke and young son made people shudder.

Shepherds saw it.

The transcendent of the Tesin royal family begged for mercy with his eyes.

Gejill ignored him, he restrained the other party, he stripped off the other party's clothes, and he put on the other party's clothes.

He asked his men to take the other party back to the mine.

And him?

A potion appeared in Gejir's hand, and he swallowed it with his head raised.

The musculoskeletal muscles began to squirm.

Gejir looked calm under the pain that was enough to make ordinary people scream and wail until they fainted.

When it all stopped, Gajeel became 'Chevus'.

He played with the crystal of 'Shevus'.

He felt that the crystal had a better place to go.

Of course, that was after the mine competition.

"Well done, Goethe."

Gejill put on his cloak and returned to the city hall, thinking silently in his heart.

When he separated from Goethe, he knew that Goethe's younger brother would not be obedient.

But what I didn't expect was that Goethe would do this.

Quite a bit of the demeanor of the elder brother Smlik.

Gergil was happy about this.

Because, this itself is the continuation of the blood.

And him?

Different.

His talent is not outstanding, so he chose a different path.

hum!

A scarlet worm the size of a mung bean flew out of the city hall, landed on Gejir's shoulder, and quickly crawled into his clothes - after being rejected by the prestigious academy of fine arts, he once He was disheartened, but his father, brothers, and sister encouraged him by his side without any sarcasm.

There is soft-spoken care.

Only then did he understand what 'home' is.

So, when someone wants to destroy his 'home', he can't help getting excited and angry.

His original plan was to use the most direct plan to crush everyone including Enos.

but now?

He is willing to cooperate with Goethe's plan.

Not only because this plan is more in line with the style of the 'Kejia', but it will also allow Goethe to control the entire Svetla collar more easily afterwards.

As for the layout and layout in the early stage, was it in vain?

He is happy.

Because, Goethe called him elder brother.

"Shefus, this is Svetlaland!"

The young man walking towards him spoke very rudely.

It's Millai and the other's teacher.

The guardian knight stood behind his disciple, staring at him.

The third son of the Grand Duke in disguise smiled, as if unwilling to argue.

The two sides passed by like this.

The smile is restrained, and the eyes are cold.

Svetra collar?

No!

This is the North!

It is the territory of the 'Ke family'!

...

Mine, outside the camp.

Every now and then a crow flies by.

Sheila glanced at it, then walked out of the camp heartlessly.

Next to the camp, less than 200 meters away, there was an open space—this was what she had noticed last night.

It is very suitable for practicing skills such as fencing and throwing knives.

‘If you want to prevent yourself from dying by accident, then use the skills I handed over to you and practice them at a cost! '

This is what her teacher told her.

Sheila took it to heart.

Whenever she had time, she honed the skills her teacher taught her.

Of course, there is also what the old man taught her.

However, it is different from what the teacher taught.

What the old grandpa taught her was a bit complicated...

Um!

It's just a little complicated.

With her ingenuity, this has just been done twice in over two years.

For the first time, it seemed that apart from making her look better, it seemed that her physique was only slightly enhanced.

And the second time is different?

I saw Xila put down the long sword, short sword, dagger, and flying knife in her hand, stood where she was, and took several deep breaths.

Inexplicably, Shira's sense of existence became a little weaker.

Obviously standing there, but no one will notice.

Then……

Lift up one foot.

Fast, accurate, and extremely sudden.

It's like Goethe's best at "pushing legs".

No!

It's not the moves, but when she kicked this kick, Shila's expression and temperament were moving closer to Goethe.

But immediately, wisdom appeared in his eyes again.

Tiredness appeared on Sheila's face.

"Why is it so difficult to imitate Goethe?"

"When obviously imitating Swart, it can last for a long time."

"Is it because Goethe has become extraordinary?"

"But there is no problem in imitating the supernatural ones before—as expected..."

"Goethe is different!"

Sheila began to mutter under her breath. .

Then the lady clenched her fists.

"'Mad King's Legacy'! 'Mad King's Legacy'!"

"What kind of knowledge will it contain?"

"It will make the teacher never forget it until he dies!"

"However, don't worry, teacher!"

"I will definitely help you find it!"

Thinking of being able to fulfill the teacher's last wish, the lady immediately practiced the assassin-like skills with full motivation.

Fast and delicate.

There is a special sense of beauty.

But extremely deadly!

A full two hours!

When her body reached the limit, Shira stopped. She began to hide the flying knife, long sword, short sword, and dagger on her body, and then walked towards a tree beside the open space.

"Grandpa said that there will be delicious snacks here!"

Sheila reached into the hollow with her hand.

The next moment, a beautifully packaged dessert box was found.

With a cheer, Shira's exhaustion was swept away.

Holding the box, I happily returned to the camp.

And after Sheila left——

well!

Sighs full of exhaustion, tiredness but reluctance echoed in the open space.

A figure appeared behind the tree, carrying a corpse with a broken neck in his hand.

Watching the direction in which Shira was leaving, the figure raised his head and glanced at the invisible crow on the tree, before disappearing in place.

"It was discovered!"

Goethe sat up straight in the tent with surprise on his face.

Ever since he got the vision of [Spirit of the Blood Raven] from [Ominous Call], Goethe can be said to be invincible and has never been discovered. Even in Lust, he can do a job with ease.

But this time it was discovered.

Although the other party had no malicious intentions, Goethe became alert.

The invincible [Spirit of the Blood Raven] made him relax his vigilance.

This time the other party should be Xila's 'dead' 'teacher', so it shouldn't matter.

But next time?

Will there be such good luck?

"Don't relax, Goethe!"

Goethe told himself this, but he walked involuntarily towards Shila's tent.

He was just a little curious about the other party's teacher.

Definitely not because of the box of dim sum.

It looks like there are thousands of layers inside!

Where did the other party's teacher come from?

When Goethe raised the tent curtain and walked into Sheila's tent, Sheila quickly hid the pastry behind her.

"The mouth was not wiped clean, it was full of cream."

As Goethe said this, he raised his hand to wipe the cream from the corner of Sheila's mouth.

"ah?!"

She was so scared that she jumped up and shrank in the corner of the tent.

Goethe picked up the pastry box with a smile on his face.

Fortunately, the cream mille-feuille was not eaten.

Moreover, mulberries were added!

Under the layers of puff pastry, the sweet cream, combined with the sweet and sour taste of mulberry, is a feeling of advancing layer by layer. When it finally merges, the taste bursts out on the taste buds.

Goethe couldn't help squinting his eyes.

And it wasn't until this time that Shila realized that there was no cream at the corner of her mouth.

"Goethe, you lied to me!"

Sheila ran back and questioned Goethe.

Goethe dipped his fingers in a bit of the cream stained on the pastry box, and wiped it on the corner of Sheila's mouth.

"Now there is."

After Goethe finished speaking, he picked up another piece of mango mousse.

And Sheila was completely stunned.

It wasn't until Goethe devoured the cake in the pastry box that Shila came back to her senses.

His face was a little flushed.

The eyes are still a little blurred.

Sheila looked at Goethe and opened her mouth to say something.

"I like people with long legs, big X, and cold faces, but you don't, don't worry!"

Goethe spoke directly first, turned around and walked out of the tent.

He just came for the pastries.

As for others?

absolutely not.

When a shoebill stares at you and doesn't know what to do, just smile!

But, remember, don't let it jump on you.

Otherwise, it will want to taste you.

The tent curtains were still swinging back and forth.

Goethe was already out of the tent.

Sheila picked up the pastry box and wanted to smash it out, but seeing the remaining two puffs and an egg tart inside, she couldn't bear it, so she sat there and ate little by little.

As for what Goethe said?

Sheila completely forgot about it when she ate the second puff.

She was completely intoxicated by the sweetness of the cream.

so sweet~

...

Goethe, who got an afternoon tea by accident, met Art unexpectedly when he returned to his tent contentedly.

The captain of the fourth team of the Grand Duke's Guard was travel-stained. After seeing Goethe, a smile appeared on his rough face. Just when the other party was about to speak, the messenger ran over——

"Master Goethe, those rebels are here!"