Calamity Crown

"Gejir has become more responsible."

"And our little Nina—is she looking more and more like you?"

"correct!"

"This is our nephew and his wife."

"Goethe has an even more outstanding talent than Simlai. Sheila is a good girl with a kind heart and a pure heart, but she has a mind that ordinary people can't match."

After placing the flowers picked in the morning on the iron coffin, the Grand Duke murmured softly while wiping them as before.

Goethe bowed to Aunt Jasmine's iron coffin as before.

Sheila?

The same is true.

Sheila at this time is even more cowardly than before.

Because, she could feel that this place was even more terrifying.

The phantoms on the three coffins just now were terrifying.

And here?

Although no phantom appeared, it made Shila feel terrifying like an abyss—of course, she had never seen an abyss, but she felt that if there was an abyss, it should be here.

Therefore, Shira remained calm, did not refute, did not refuse,

She does what Goethe does.

As for Goethe's failure to refute?

It was the environment in which he was unable to speak.

"I'll find my uncle to explain later!"

Goethe was thinking, and looked at Nina at the side.

A clay pot appeared in Nina's hand, and she was digging out some soil from the corner, and putting it into the pot, her movements were careful, and she said softly, "Mom, Nina is here to see you." "Mom, you must To bless everyone' and other words.

Everything is normal.

However, Goethe keenly discovered that Nina, who was still sick just now, had already recovered at this time.

Not to mention the ruddy complexion.

The whole person exudes more vitality.

"Mother's comfort?"

Goethe guessed.

Sometimes placebos are really useful.

Especially when this placebo comes from the mother, it can make the impossible possible.

Just when Goethe was sighing in his heart, Goethe noticed that Sheila was shaking even more.

"Are you okay?"

Although Sheila is a fool, Goethe also decided to give her a serious explanation later.

In some cases, there is no need to be afraid.

"fine."

Sheila replied.

It's just that Goethe was hugged tighter with both hands.

Goethe rolled his eyes.

"You go out first, I will stay with Little Jasmine for a while."

The Grand Duke waved to everyone.

The Ke family came out one by one, and Simlai Ke even closed the door under cover.

Then, Emlai Ke took out two pairs of earplugs that he had prepared earlier and handed them to Goethe.

"This?"

"Put it on."

"It's good."

Facing his doubtful cousin, Emlai Ke rarely showed that kind of embarrassing yet impolite smile.

Listen to people's advice to eat a full meal.

Goethe immediately put on the earplugs, and at the same time, put another pair of earplugs into Sheila's ears.

And just a few seconds after finishing all this, an indescribable singing sound came from Little Jasmine's tomb.

It was the Grand Duke who sang.

It's just that the singing voice is really indescribably ugly.

Not only ugly, but also very high-pitched.

Moreover, the penetrating power is extremely strong.

Even with earplugs as a barrier, Goethe felt bouts of anxiety, difficulty breathing and other physical discomforts.

the rest?

The same is true.

"When my father was young, he liked to sing to his mother, but he sang too badly. Every time he was stopped by his mother. Sing."

Emmel K explained.

Gegil Ke stood aside with a helpless expression on his face.

Even Simlai Ke, a brave and fearless man, looked unlovable at this moment.

"Skill?"

"Where is the skill here?"

"No skills, all emotions!"

Goethe couldn't help the corners of his mouth twitching.

He thought that the fat man's singing was disgusting enough, and he didn't get a single word in tune, but when he heard the Grand Duke's singing today, Goethe realized that he was wrong!

Compared with the Grand Duke, the fat man's singing voice is simply heavenly.

"A~small~flower~has bloomed, she~is~beautiful~beautiful~jasmine~flower..."

In Little Jasmine's tomb, the Grand Duke sang affectionately.

After singing three times in a row, it stopped with a lot of meaning.

"Little Jasmine, how are you doing?"

"Have I made progress?"

"Hey, you always say I can't sing well, now you have to admit, I can sing well, don't you?"

"Well, if you didn't answer, you just agreed."

"I also think I sing very well."

"Don't worry, I won't sing for others, I'll only sing for you."

The Grand Duke sat down on the floor as he spoke, as if his wife was sitting in front of him.

"Little Jasmine, do you know?"

"That bastard George VI was tricked by me."

"You always say that I'm not very smart, but this time I'm finally smart."

"That bastard should have used his backhand."

"I probably have a direction too."

"only……"

"'They' are in some trouble."

"I haven't found anything until now. Those guys seem to not exist, but they are everywhere-it's a headache!"

"Oh, if only you were alive."

"With your intelligence, you will definitely be able to find clues."

"By the way, little Jasmine, I have someone make an iron coffin, and I will put it by your side when it is finished."

"No bad premonition."

"It's just that I think I should accompany you more."

"In the future, I must sing to you more."

The Grand Duke's words echoed in the small room.

The blood power of the legendary professional sealed off the room, and people outside could not hear the voices inside.

In front of the juniors, the Grand Duke is embarrassed to say these things.

He is the fortress of the younger generation, and he wants to protect the younger generation from wind and rain.

In front of his father and elder brother, he is the successor, so he must be good enough.

Only in front of his wife, he is an ordinary person.

Even, in front of his wife, he still thinks he is a boy.

He can speak incoherent words, and he can tease his embarrassing past.

In short, very easy.

An hour later, the Grand Duke patted his cheek lightly and stood up.

"Little Jasmine, I have to go."

"See you next time."

"At that time, you will find that I sing better!"

With that said, the Grand Duke got up and was about to leave.

And at this time, a vine above his head just fell down.

The Grand Duke, who is a legendary professional, naturally discovered it immediately. He raised his hand and grabbed the vine, but his expression was a little dazed—the first time he saw Little Jasmine, Little Jasmine jumped up and hit him like this of.

Of course, the vine is not Little Jasmine.

It's just like the situation.

Snapped!

Just as the Grand Duke was recalling, a vine fell on the back of his head.

It doesn't hurt, but the sound is crisp.

The Grand Duke was taken aback for a moment, then scratched his head and smiled.

He turned to look at the iron coffin.

"Do you not want me to leave?"

"Oh, I don't want to leave either."

"When things are settled, I will come back to accompany you."

"Now!"

"Let me sing for you one more song I'm good at - a ~ small ~ flower ~ blooming ~, she ~ is ~ beautiful ~ beautiful ~ jasmine ~ flower..."

During the soulful singing, the vines in the room began to tremble.

It was as if it was unbearable, and he covered his ears.

"Does it sound good?"