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Volume Two: Demonic Invasion Chapter 214, Conspiracy (7)

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    The most common way to entertain guests on the Windekenf continent is a banquet, and dinners filled with wine, beef and mutton, and pleasant conversations are even more exciting.  The Atak people, who always like to be lively, will certainly not miss a good opportunity to get together to eat and drink. They don't like to stay at home and meet their friends alone. This is what ascetics and plague patients do.  In the story of the god of war, Atak always held a banquet in his palace to entertain the other gods until everyone was full.  In order to follow the footsteps of the God of War, countless banquets are held every day in the Atak Empire.

    Attentive waiters in black attire pushed vehicles loaded with food into the venue.  He has become accustomed to the feeling of countless salivating eyes focused on the vehicle. Not just anyone can resist the temptation of roasting a whole cow.  Another great thing about banquets is that the expenses are borne by the organizer, and those lucky enough to be invited are only responsible for eating their fill.

    The Krislin family can afford such a small expense. In their eyes, hundreds of gold coins are just a month's income from a small fiefdom.  This large family has been passed down for six generations. It is an established force with a long history and owns many industries.  Their ancestors made fortunes through war, made achievements, and were later canonized as earls.  His son fought in the north and south, carried forward the surname "Krislin", and became the Grand Duke of Hubu City who dominated the world at that time.  In the generation of King Miles, although the Krislin family has been declining, there are still only a few families that can equal its status.

    "This includes the Castin family and the Mork family. Duke Ishbel and Marquis Mork are life-and-death friends, and now they have formed an alliance to jointly suppress the Krislin family.  The Krislin family is not prosperous. Brynnar Krislin, Claudette Krislin, and Tyr Krislin are direct bloodlines, and they have many cousins.  The Krislin family, which had been squeezed to pieces, is constantly fighting with each other internally. Its collapse may only be a matter of time.

    Tyr Krislin has a weird name. He was an extremely weak man who was kicked out by the then patriarch of the Krislin family and stole the family's ancestral giant sword.

    Brynal Krislin is a strong man who pursues power wholeheartedly. He is thirty-nine years old, unruly and has a bad personality.  He can be said to be one of the hundred strongest people in the Atak Empire, and he has probably reached the advanced level of Purple Emblem.  He lives abroad all year round, traveling around the world and rarely returning home.  The reason why the Krislin family has not declined so far is largely due to Brynnar. No one can guarantee that when the Krislin family is finished, Brynnar Krislin will not come back in anger.  How about using crazy methods to clean out the murderer's family?  No one dares to take any chances.

    A warrior with a purple emblem can break the city wall with a wooden stick. Their physical quality has reached the most terrifying level.  At this level, their muscles will not be as ferocious as a bear, but will be as restrained as a wild wolf lurking in the trees.  His power cannot be seen from the outside. It is not until the Purple Emblem Warrior attacks that the enemy will understand how terrifying the opponent's power is.

    There are probably only more than 4,000 Purple Emblem warriors in the entire Atak Empire. It is difficult to calculate the data because most of the Purple Emblem warriors go their own way.  The ratio between them and ordinary people is about one to ten thousand, which can be said to be one in ten thousand.  As for the Silver Emblem Warriors, there are less than fifty in the entire Atak Empire, and there seem to be only over 30 Gold Emblem Warriors in the entire Windekenf Continent.  The higher the golden emblem is, the demigod level There are very few records of humans becoming demigods. They are all unofficial history, and no one has ever truly become a demigod.

    The lifespan of human beings is too short. The Golden Emblem Warriors can live about 130 years old, and the average lifespan of Mrs. Windken is around 65 years old.  In this regard, elves are simply beings blessed by all gods, and they have a lifespan of 10,000 years.  A dragon can live for sixteen thousand years, and a sea monster can live for five thousand years.  But there are far more elves and demigods than demigods and dragons, because dragons have strong power to begin with, so they have to work harder than others on the road to becoming demigods.

    Dragons are often sleepy, and their laziness and dissoluteness seriously hinder them from becoming demigods.  Currently, only the leaders of the major branches of the dragon clan are demigods.  Of course, except for the leader of the black dragon clan, after it was slaughtered in the "Dragon War", no other black dragon became a demigod and had the qualifications to become a leader.

    This also proves from another perspective how immeasurable the blood and sweat paid by humans in the "Dragon War" are.

    Bert was chewing beef while thinking about these things. He had been concealing his identity, but when he saw the familiar Christian Manor, everything buried deep in his memory came out, like a volcano erupting.  Overwhelmed Bert's body and mind.  The familiar tower, the tall prison tower, the resting place of the bloody giant sword in the basement of the high tower in the southeast corner, the meeting hall, and its childhood residence, the guard?The statue, the girl, everything is so familiar.

    He felt tears streaking down the corners of his eyes, and the feeling of crying was something he hadn't experienced in a long, long time.

    The crowd is noisy, and he hides himself in the noise, not daring to reveal his true self.  In this big castle, he played chasing and rough-and-tumble games with his brothers. Occasionally, there were gaps in the cheese in the kitchen. The place regarded as a forbidden area by adults was indeed a playground for children. Everyone practiced with wooden swords and shields.  You come and go on the field.  This is truly an experience worth remembering.

    At that time, he had a father. When he fell or got injured, there was always a strong arm to pick him up.  He has a mother, and when he cries or feels lost, there is always a warm word to encourage him.  But when he was twelve years old, he was kicked out, escaping from his father's scolding and his mother's glare.  Tire Krislin became Bert Krimmond, and he wandered to the Lielan Forest. He was fed mushroom soup by Li Er and looked at the wet Jestan next to him.

    Bert felt so depressed that he could only drink, he could only drink.  He firmly believed that when he got drunk, all his worries would fly away like a wind spirit; when he woke up from his intoxication, he would be as energetic as Sannar.

    The sound of footsteps came from far to near. The reason why Bert paid special attention to these footsteps was because there was an obvious sound of metal hitting the ground in the footsteps.  He turned his head, and Claudette Crislin wore metal armor and walked slowly towards him.

    Frank meetings are inevitable.

    "My brother, do you welcome me?" Claudette patted Burt on the shoulder and sat down next to him. "You haven't changed at all. Your perseverance and tenacity are exactly the same as Chrislin's. You have eaten  It¡¯s a lot of suffering, isn¡¯t it?¡±

    "After you kicked me out." Bert raised the bottle and took a big gulp of wine.

    "'Brothers', we are destined to use this word to refer to each other, why not be happy?" Claudette continued, "Tyr, Tire, we share the same blood, even if we are six years apart, I  I still recognize you.¡±

    "Six years of turning a deaf ear, six years of indifference." Bert said bitterly, "Claudette, Ieven if we are six years apart, I still can't forget that you drove me out cruelly and ruthlessly!"

    "It won't happen again." Claudette held his brother's hand tightly, "Tyr, take back Krislin's name."

    For a moment, Bert was moved.  He seemed to be back when he was a child. Once he was depressed or troubled, he could fall into his brother's arms without any scruples, kicking and making noises.  But, but he has grown up.

    "Claudette Crislin." Bert said solemnly, he is a real man, "I can't pick up the past againI have everything I want now, six years has shattered everything.  Flowers and smiles, they will never be put back together again!¡±

    "Call me brother for the last time." Claudette understood that Bert had made up his mind.

    "No." Bert refused and picked up the bloody giant sword. "I'm very irritable now and I want to rest."

    "Follow me." Claudette sighed, "Please promise me to visit Chryslin Castle for the last timeBurt."

    "" Bert did not refuse this time. He followed Claudette's footsteps and left the banquet.

    Krislin Castle is very big. Although Bert has been away for six years, he can still remember every corner and room.  His steps slowed down unknowingly, and he began to recall everything about this place involuntarily.  The house here belongs to the old horseman, the statue over there was once pranked by him, the flower bed at the top was once ruined, and the stone path below was always smooth.

    The sound of footsteps was intermittent, like bits and pieces of Burt's memories.  With every step he took, he remembered more things.  The moonlight shone on his confused face, and he blinked gently, as if he wanted to record everything in his eyes and treasure it forever.  He missed the black bricks and the family crest so much that when Claudette persuaded him to return to the Crislin family before - he firmly refused.  He knew that the more he missed these things, the farther away he would be from Lear and Jestang.  This is something he cannot tolerate. Friendship is as indestructible as the divine steel, so what can stop it?

    Finally, they reached a corner of the Christian Manor.

    "Burt." Claudette turned to Burt, "Do you think it's secluded here?"

    "Yes, just likesix years ago, just as quiet." Bert murmured to himself.

    "Yes, it's inaccessible." Claudette sighed.

    "Inaccessiblewait!" Bert suddenly woke up.

    Claudette quickly pulled out the flail and hit Burt hard on the back of the head.  Bert felt his eyes go dark.Just passed out.  Claudette looked around and laid the grass net prepared in advance on Bert.

    "The Falcon has left the nest." Claudette said loudly, and from the shadows around him, one after another black soldiers holding sharp blades walked out, each one of them was a loyal and crazy excellent warrior.
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