What about my previous dream?

And the colorful dragon seen in the mirror?

Also because of the medicine?

Everything is normal now?

Sheila, who found a reasonable explanation for herself, immediately forgot all of these things—the answers have all appeared, so what is there to think about.

She looked helplessly at the ring.

At this time, Goethe and Margarita Marg had separated.

It was Margot who pushed Goethe away.

Goethe looked surprised.

"Margarita?"

"Goodbye, I..."

The sound gradually faded away.

The second daughter of the Tulip family picked up the sword, turned and left.

Goethe raised his hand to stop him, but a lot of blood spurted out from his chest, and even more blood spurted out from his mouth.

Body shaking, Goethe fell on the ring.

"Goethe!"

Sheila screamed in panic.

She can't care about scripts or scripts at this time.

He jumped directly from the VIP room, went straight to the ring, and hugged Goethe.

Simlei Ke and Emrai Ke jumped onto the ring at the same time.

"Hold Goethe back to the room."

Smlik said so.

"it is good."

The bewildered Sheila nodded again and again, picked up Goethe and followed Simlei Ke away, leaving only the spectators chattering.

"That's Sheila?"

"Really beautiful."

Schidler sighed.

"But it also made the fate of Goethe and Margarita Marg even more ill-fated - she used the secret shock to make Goethe even more seriously injured..."

"Is it Margarita Margot's hands?"

"Why did she do that?"

Sidel looked shocked.

"She's leaving."

"She doesn't want Goethe to stop her."

"She hopes to end her mission in her own way!"

"and this……"

"It will make our situation even more difficult."

A wry smile appeared on Simic's face.

"You mean whether the northern border will send reinforcements?"

"Not only that, think about the character of the Grand Duke, think about the tradition of the Ke family, we should pray that the Grand Duke will not anger us now."

"We didn't do anything!"

Schidel looked aggrieved.

"Do you really think what if we do? Can we still sit here?"

"and……"

"Excuse your anger for no reason at all."

Saying such words, Simic left his seat.

Schidel followed quickly.

And in the following week, Schidl realized what it meant to 'reciprocate anger'.

For a week, he never saw Goethe again.

For the first five days, Goethe was in a coma.

Woke up yesterday but needed to recuperate.

today?

Continue to recuperate.

"I just want to meet Master Goethe Wayne."

Schiller said so.

But Gejir Ke, who was standing in front of the other party, smiled politely, stood in his way without giving in, and said in a polite tone: "My brother is still recovering from his injuries, so I don't see any visitors."

"But……"

"No but, please go back."

Gergil K raised his hand, motioning for Schidr to leave.

"us……"

"Hello, Master Gegil Ke, according to the agreement, these are chips given by the 'Keeper of the Secret'. Even if Master Goethe is unwell, these chips should be given to him."

"And please tell Master Goethe that we are leaving the northern border."

"Bord needs support."

Simic Zuolens said these words, and handed the two scrolls to Gegil Ke.

The Grand Duke's third son looked at the sick captain of the 'Secret Keeper' very unexpectedly, and finally nodded and took it.

"I will inform Goethe."

"Goodbye then."

Simic Zuolens nodded gratefully, turned and left with his friend.

Gegil Ke watched the other party leave.

It wasn't until the other party disappeared that he turned around to look for Goethe.

It was rumored that Goethe, who was seriously injured, was almost recovered that day. For the past week, he had been resting, reading, and beating Shira.

This time is no exception——

Snapped!

Amid the crisp sound, Sheila covered her head and crouched in defense.

Followed by Goethe's roar.

"As I said, don't touch books with oily hands."

"I didn't do it on purpose. The fried chicken legs are delicious. I don't want to put them down."

"Then don't touch the book."

"But the secret recipe of fried chicken drumsticks in the book!"

Facing Shila with this appearance, Goethe covered his face.

Just at this moment, Gegil Ke and Emlei Ke walked in side by side with smiles on their faces.

"It's so lively every time."

"The bargaining chip given by Simic."

"They're back in Bordeaux."

"This guy……"

"It's hard to deal with!"

The third son of the Grand Duke said, and handed over the 'Sword Breathing Method' and the 'Soldier' ​​baptism scrolls to Goethe - even though Goethe had declared that they would be shared with the Northern Territory.

But it is better for Goethe to hand it over to the head of the Ke family.

He will not overstep the bounds.

Unless he wants to be beaten by his father and brother.

"Yes."

"The bargaining chips were given without completing the deal, and the appearance of completely trusting the Ke family's reputation also forced us to help them... Any news from Simlei?"

Goethe sighed and asked about the news of the elder brother who left a week ago.

"not yet."

"We needn't worry about Smliel, though."

"He must be all right."

Gergil Ke said so.

Emlei Ke on the side said it directly.

"Don't worry, Simlei is immortal, he will definitely come back at the agreed time, and he will bring us surprises!"

Emlei Ke was full of confidence when he said this.

However, the voice just fell.

Emlei Ke's expression suddenly changed.

1Chapter 17 Suddenly!

Bear Castle, Goethe's room.

Standing against the wall with his shoulders in his arms, Simlei Ke, who was talking slowly with a smile on his face for a moment, suddenly changed his face the next moment.

Paleness takes the place of a healthy countenance.

Emlei K sat down on the ground trembling against the wall, facing the rushing Goethe and Gejir K, he shouted: "Leave me alone, leave quickly."

The tone was extremely anxious.

Even, with tension.

A potion appeared in Gergil Ke's hand, and he rushed forward regardless, opened Emlei Ke's mouth, and was about to pour the potion down.

But at this moment, a claw stretched out from Emlei K's shadow.

pitch black.

Unmatched sharpness.

And, quietly.

Go straight to Gejir Ke's vest and grab it.

boom!

Just when this pitch-black paw was about to touch Gejir Ke, a fist smashed it open.

Amidst the dull thunderous sound, the pitch-black claws shivered and retreated into the shadow of Emleck.

Goethe, who punched out, frowned.

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