Calamity Crown

"Father, Father?"

Gergil yelled tentatively.

Even because of worry, the voice of this young man, who was ruthless and cruel to his enemies, trembled.

At the same time, the third son of the Grand Duke looked at Grand Duke Scrooge Ke with unprecedented seriousness, and compared it with the knowledge about injuries he had learned in his mind one by one.

Nervous sweat dripped from his forehead.

He, worried that the same would happen.

And the Grand Duke?

Smiling.

"I'm fine, it's just a smoke bomb."

The Grand Duke waved his oily hands, motioning for Goethe and Gergil to sit down.

Gegil finally breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down with Goethe. After the two juniors sat down, the Grand Duke tore off two roasted beef legs and handed them over.

Goethe took it with a smile.

Gejill subconsciously wanted to find tableware.

However, under the gaze of the Grand Duke's "father's majesty", he could only obediently hold the roasted beef leg and gnawed on it.

"We are not Faber's group of fools. When there are no outsiders, we still have to keep the so-called big goose fart!"

"When there are no outsiders, it should be the most relaxing time."

"Gegil, you should keep in mind that when you can't be yourself without outsiders, then you are not far from being lost-you will restrain yourself according to the rigid set of dogmas formulated by those bastards, so that your brain Become dull, rigid, devoid of any creativity and . . . potential!"

"I look for tableware and eat in small bites, but also to maintain my true self. Isn't your habit of imposing on me a rigid dogma?"

The Grand Duke's third son whispered.

"What did you say? Louder?"

The Archduke stared.

"It's nothing, Father, you are right!"

The Grand Duke's third son raised his head and replied with a smile on his face.

As for Goethe?

After eating several meals of dry food, how reserved he is when facing the roast beef leg.

Bite down, the beef is grilled just right, and the feeling of immediately filling the mouth with a little bit of juice is really great.

Among them, the sour taste of lemon mixed with it made Goethe even more appetizing.

However, it was the black pepper that pleased Goethe the most.

Pick up these black peppers that have been ground to a moderate size, and throw them on the roasted beef leg. When the black pepper particles collide with the beef leg, some of them directly stick to the roasted beef leg with the fat, while others fall into the roasted beef leg. In the fire, amidst the crackling sound, the slightly pungent aroma penetrated into the nose, and the crackling sound after the oil fell, made Goethe unable to turn his eyes away.

How about a roast beef shank?

Goethe looked at the back of the bull.

Tender tenderloin!

By this time, it was already baked crispy!

"Get started! Get started!"

The Grand Duke laughed loudly.

Goethe was not polite, he grabbed a piece with his hands, pulled it with ingenuity, and pulled off the whole piece directly.

Lifting the tenderloin high, Goethe leaned down, using both teeth and tongue, and swallowed the whole tenderloin into his mouth.

Seeing Goethe's way of eating meat in the same strain as his own, the Grand Duke laughed again.

And until this time, Goethe also discovered the difference of the Grand Duke.

Not only is the breath more powerful, sitting there is like a mountain, but...

easy?

That's right!

Just easy!

In the previous communication, although the Grand Duke didn't show it, Goethe noticed that the Grand Duke's brows would frown from time to time, and thoughts appeared in his eyes from time to time.

And now?

Thoughts are still there, but the brows are stretched out more often.

The Grand Duke noticed Goethe's gaze, and the guardian of the north nodded.

"The war is about to end!"

Immediately, Goethe and Gergil looked at each other with unconcealable shock on their faces.

According to the information collected so far, Goethe has already classified this war into a protracted type, and at least it will not slow down until winter in the northern border comes.

But how long has it been since now?

It's only been a week with all the money!

How could it be over so soon?

It's completely anticlimactic!

Unconsciously, this word appeared in Goethe's mind.

As for Gagil?

The grand duke's third son was far more shocked than Goethe.

In the heart of the grand duke's third son, this war is a decisive battle related to the life and death of the northern border.

Even if it enters the winter in the northern region, it will not end!

At least 2-3 years later, after the Northern Territory and Tesyin fall, it will not really end!

To this end, he also prepared a lot of special things.

But why did it end so suddenly?

Not complaining.

Not to mention any dissatisfaction.

As the son of the Grand Duke of the Northern Territory, he absolutely did not want the flames of war to spread to the Northern Territory. He wished that the war would end as soon as possible—but this kind of surprise was mixed with the sense of powerlessness after punching nothing, which made him a little at a loss as to what to do.

Goethe and Gegil couldn't help but sit up straight.

They all looked at the Grand Duke.

And the smile on the Grand Duke's face became brighter, he looked at his son and nephew, and said——

"Because I killed Mossaryk!"

"What?"

Gergil stood up straight away.

Mosarik, one of the princes of the Tesin royal family, is helping George VI manage the economy and diplomacy, but Gejir knows that the other party is a special profession who embarks on the road of "warrior": "dragon blood warrior"!

Moreover, it's still Tier 3!

'Dragon Blood Warrior' is a special baptism method that can only be chosen by the Tesin royal family who master the secret realm 'Dragon Island'.

The body is stronger than ordinary 'warrior'.

Especially at the first level, they almost rely on their powerful bodies to crush ordinary 'warriors'.

When it reaches the second level, the 'madness' of the 'berserker' makes the 'dragon blood warrior' slightly dominant.

Only when a 'warrior' is promoted to the third-tier 'Prison Blood Warrior' can he truly compare to a 'Dragon Blood Warrior'.

It is also because of the special baptism inheritance of the 'Dragon Blood Warrior' that the Tesin royal family is considered powerful by the northern border.

After all, the first step after three baptisms is really too easy compared to the second and third steps.

Tier 2 and Tier 3 not only need resources, but also the talent of the baptist, especially Tier 3, the number is very few.

And what about the first order?

As long as the talent is not bad, it can be piled up with resources.

According to Emler's secret survey, there are 400+ "professionals" who have reached the first level in Tesinne, 40+ who have reached the second level, and four who have reached the third level, namely Gerald , the three princes of Mossaryk, Ronald and the court knight 'Hister' - this is the data that can be investigated on the surface, not including the 'Keeper of Secrets', but how many are there in the dark, even if it is Enmlai's hidden sons could not be investigated clearly.

In the northern border, there are 60 first-tier 'professionals', 10 second-tier 'professionals', and three third-tier 'professionals'. Si, it can be said that he has fallen into a disadvantage in an all-round way-if it weren't for the fact that Fabol, Rudshi, Yatuk, and Lidal were on the side, a real war broke out, which would drag the entire Tesin into the quagmire, Gergil never thought the North could hold out.

That's why he chose another 'path' to help the northern border.

Emlei is the same choice.

But even so, it is very difficult.

Gejir doesn't know how Emlei is doing. After so many years of hard work, he can only close about one-fifth of the gap. This is only for first- and second-tier professionals.

Facing Tier 3?

His odds of winning are about 20%.

Although I don't know how Enmlai is, Gejir estimates that it is similar.

However, if Tesin's third-order disappears...

etc!

Gejill, who was thinking, suddenly came back to his senses.

Father is strong, but Mossaryk is not weak either.

It is impossible for my lord father to kill Mossaryk without loss, unless...

Gejir looked at Grand Duke Scrooge with excitement.

Seeing his son showing exactly the same expression as he imagined, Duke Scrooge's dignity as a father was greatly satisfied, and he nodded complacently.

"Yes, I have been promoted to the fourth rank."

"I am now..."

"'legend'!"

A transcendent who has been baptized three times is called a professional.

And once a Tier 3 professional advances, they are called 'Legends'.

"This is really good!"

"In this way, the royal family of Tesin can..."

There was fierceness in Gejir's eyes.

Gejir hated Tesin royal family from the bottom of his heart.

The same is true for Simlei and Emmalay.

Since their grandfather, the two sides have forged a feud.

It can be said that they are mortal enemies.

However, the Grand Duke waved his hands with a straight face.

"Not yet!"

"Is there still something hidden in Tesin's royal family?"

"George VI?"

Facing his son's question, the Grand Duke pondered for a moment, and said: "Joker VI is a wolf-hearted guy, he never regarded himself as a member of the Tesin royal family, or he is a man without any sense of honor, Bloodline belonging, only thinking of oneself as the only one, extremely selfish guy - such a guy can sell his soul for his own benefit."

"So, in order to let himself live better, he arranged one game after another."

"We're among them!"

"Before, we were just pawns on his chessboard, used to deal with..."

"Some guy!"

Speaking of this, the Grand Duke's face became more serious.

He looked at Goethe and Gegil and said word by word.

"Don't ask me who some of these guys are, I won't tell you, and I can't tell you - you just need to know that George VI is a harmless child compared to 'them'."

Immediately, Goethe and Gergil frowned.

"Isn't 'Legendary' okay too?"

"'Legendary' is not impossible, but a 'legendary' is definitely not allowed!"

"So, I have to 'injure' myself, so George VI will definitely 'die'—and, if he doesn't want to be targeted, he will definitely 'cover up' for me."

"And that will buy us enough time until this guy is ready, or discovered by 'them'."

The Grand Duke reveals more secrets.

Goethe frowned more and more.

Almost instinctively, he thought of the scene that happened when the 'world was upgraded' again.

But then, he suppressed his thoughts.

But the palpitations reappeared.

It's just different from the previous one that was so strong that Goethe almost thought he was going to die. This time, although his heart was pounding, he didn't feel the most direct death.

Moreover, Goethe's 'heart' can also discern that the two seem to come from different 'places'.

"It feels like... the so-called 'World Black Hand' is safer than I thought?"

Goethe contrasts the differences.

But immediately, Goethe emptied his mind again.

His 'heart' told him that if he continued to think about it, bad things would definitely happen.

The same goes for Gejill on the side.

The Grand Duke's third son had cold sweat on his face.

"What exactly are 'they'?"

Knowing that he would not get an accurate answer, Gegil still couldn't help asking.

After pondering for a while, the Grand Duke described it like this——

"'they are……"

"'Black Hand of the World'!"