She talked about this, but Kakarit calmed down.

He believed that when the final choice was made, Helga would know what to do. And if she wants to do something that she regrets, Kakarit will definitely try her best to stop her then.

Kakarit didn't want the kid to regret his past actions later on.

It was only around this time that Kakarit realized that she was still a child.

But taking a step back, even if he hadn't stopped Hergar, His Majesty Roland would have been able to save her from despair before then.

In fact, Kakarit was more interested in the price Helga had paid.

She said, "Loyalty to Roland," so is the effect time-limited or permanent? Is it an interference with the mind or a manipulation of memory? What is the level of loyalty? Is it obedience or general employment?

All of this affected Kacarit's attitude towards Helga.

After all, what else would a person who dare to sell himself dare not do? If there is no rope that can restrain him, with her madness, she will definitely destroy herself and the people around her.

Now think about it...... I'm afraid that Helga had gone crazy when he saw his father brutally murdered by the Man in the Iron Mask in front of him.

However, there is one more thing that Kakarit does not understand.

"Helga, we're partners in one camp now, right?"

"Of course."

Helga replied cheerfully.

She sat down in her seat and did not get up, but pointed to the chair that had been set up across from her, and motioned for Kakarit to sit down.

Wait until Kakarit is seated. She said leisurely, "You don't have to worry about me, Lord Kakarit. I didn't sell myself to my mentor for hatred. ”

"...... that?"

"My father was a genius."

Helga abruptly diverted the subject. Scratching his fork across the plate in front of him: "He's almost a druid in his own interest." And even though he didn't choose the way of nature in the end, his father had already mastered a level of knowledge that surpassed that of the average druid. ”

"Yes. You probably guessed it. I knew about the existence of the Sage from the beginning. ”

Speaking of this, Helgar's face showed a bit of mockery: "Not only me, but most of the druids in Karl know about this. If they were wise, they should have realized that the Sage was about to return, and that they were powerless to resist. ”

"But the truth is, aren't those old guys reconciled?" Kakarit immediately realized what Helga meant.

Helga only snorted contemptuously, and his dark blue pupils made Kakarit think of Roland.

She subconsciously used her right hand, and the fork poked directly into the fishbone: "How can those stubborn old immortals be willing to hand over their rights?" My father realized that the druids were also beginning to corrupt, so he chose to stay out of it. ”

Speaking of which. Helga paused slightly, then asked, "Do you know the Ring of Ashes?" ”

"What's that?"

"If you don't know, forget it. It's just a rabble. He even delusionally led the mob to overthrow the rule of the lords, and with an anger that was enough to burn the three thousand worlds to ashes, he brought down the royal family of Karal, and walked into a glorious evolution with the will of a 'human'......"

Helgar described it in a dramatic exaggeration. Before she could finish speaking, Kakarit burst out laughing, "How is that possible. Without the king's will, no matter how many soldiers there are, they are just angry souls, and what can they do but kill people? ”

"That's why I say, it's just a rabble...... If you don't count the man, they're just a pack of defeated dogs. A defeated dog is a defeated dog. Together, you can't become a pack of wolves. ”

There was a hint of jealousy in Helga's eyes: "However, that guy is tricky. ”

"But does it have anything to do with the druids? No...... Could it be ......"

"That's it."

The corners of Helga's mouth twitched slightly, and a cold smile that was the same as Roland half a month ago bloomed in Kakarit's frightened eyes: "They are a group of rebellious druids. Almost all of them are members of the Ring of the World Sect. The first thing they did when they declared themselves was to burn the world's last precious amethyst tree, the Vitex tree, to ashes...... This means that the 'resurrection potion' configured by Doyd has become a masterpiece that is impossible to reproduce. ”

Their provocation thoroughly infuriated the three sages. What you may not know is that the seemingly peaceful Karar has entered a civil war. There was a trend within the druids to 'cut the ring'. Even the druids with the rest of the World Ring have been persecuted, which is why you won't see the Blighted - they have been sent out to hunt down the innocent persecuted. All the nobles who are involved. They were killed regardless of their ranks, and externally it was claimed that 'the Ashes killed these nobles who loved their people like children'. It is hoped that the gray forces of the whole country of Karar will destroy the Ash Cults here. ”

"It looks like a mess."

"Yes. It's messy enough. ”

Helga said this, and said something that made Kakarit stunned for a few seconds: "So, I don't think there is any need for the druid to exist." ”

“…… What the? ”

"If I don't hear clearly, I'll say it a few times. For today's Carral, the druid is no longer a patron, but a dragger to Carral. ”

Helga's dark blue eyes were as calm and confident as backwater: "Maybe in the first place, Carral relied on the druids to exist. However, now that the gods are about to fall, the only god who is above the king's power is Karal is behind the times. If you don't do something about it, when the other countries are free from the constraints of the gods and enter the high-speed development, Caral will continue to crawl on the ground in pain, because of the trivial contradictions between a group of stubborn wooden heads. ”

As he spoke, Helga gently stroked his hair, and his upper body tilted slightly towards Kakarit, revealing a charm. Puzzled smile: "Let's be clearer...... I will work with His Highness Roland to overthrow the control of the nobles by Doyd. Then the druids will go to the Guru, the people will go to His Highness Roland, and the land will be mine. At that point, I might even dedicate my whole country to my mentor...... Or rather, to His Majesty Roland. ”

"You won't."

Without hesitation, Kakarit vetoed her words: "You won't let go, Helga. ”

"Maybe."

Helga shook his head and went into the conversation again.

She turned to Kakarit to her side, and looked out the window in a daze, her immature face even more delicate in the morning light.

Then, she muttered in an inaudible voice.

"The mentor has mercy...... In the beginning, I just wanted to be an alchemist. (To be continued.) )