Concierber's mind drifted back to a very distant afternoon

Since his father's death, Concierber has never had a smile on his face, because he has not felt the warmth of love in a long time.

Young Concierge did not know how much his mother had worked so hard for Queen Nesa to grow up with him and him in peace.

All he knew was that his mother had been hanging out with his uncle Fergus all day after his father's death, and had no concern for him and his siblings.

This made him feel bored and confused about the future.

On this day, Concierber, who had not yet become the king of Ulster, once again came to his father's grave to mourn, or to cry.

"Father, today my mother told me that Uncle Fergus promised to let me inherit the throne, but I was not happy."

Concierber choked in front of the grave in a childish voice, with a cry:

"I can't figure it out, it's obviously mine, it's because of your departure that the throne is temporarily in the hands of Uncle Fergus, but why, I have to be grateful to him for what belongs to me.

My mother told me to be respectful to Uncle Fergus, and Connaught and Dectel did, but I didn't want to.

Because I think he's a thief, who not only stole your throne, but also our mother, and stole our happy childhood.

We used to be able to play with nothing at will, but now we have to learn all kinds of rules and pay attention to all kinds of manners, just because we are not Uncle Fergus's biological children.

I hate him!

Father, if you hear me, can you take him away with you, I don't want to continue this life again! ”

Concierber, who was chattering at the tombstone, did not notice that a handsome man with a bright smile was already standing behind him, quietly listening to his complaints.

It was not until Concierge was tired of crying and curled up in front of the grave and fell asleep, as before, that the man suddenly spoke:

"It sounds like you're not happy with your current life and have a powerful enemy."

Concierge Uber, who was about to fall asleep, suddenly woke up and looked in surprise at the man behind him, who did not make a sound.

"Who are you?"

Although Xiaodqi Erber is still very naïve, he also knows that this is the cemetery of the royal family, and not anyone can enter it, at least the stranger in front of him does not have such qualifications.

He thought of something and shrank into the corner in some horror: "Were you sent by Uncle Fergus to kill me?" ”

The man was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help laughing: "Your thoughts are really out of the ordinary." ”

"But it is said in fairy tales that a vicious stepmother will send warriors to kill the princess," argued. ”

"Huh." The man shook his head: "But you also know that it's a fairy tale, something like a fairy tale, a story created by a group of people who are eager to get something for nothing, used to numb themselves, and poison the child at the same time, that's why the protagonist is always the princess, because the princess can do nothing and have a prince to save her, isn't it?" ”

"Like." Concierber thought hard, "There is some truth. ”

"I have some ideas that might help you."

The man sat on the floor: "Do you want to hear it?" ”

When Concierber heard that the man was going to help him get out of his present life, he suddenly became interested, and left all his worries and fears behind.

"Please tell me." He said earnestly.

The man rubbed his chin: "I think you should seriously study the courses and studies arranged for you by your uncle king, learn how to govern a country, become a good king, and then inherit the throne according to his requirements." ”

Upon hearing this, Concierge suddenly shook his head: "I don't want it, that's why I'm troubled." ”

"Listen."

The man's expression became serious:

"As I just said, there is nothing in the world that can be obtained without effort, and if you want to get something, you must make efforts to match it, after all, this cruel world is not what you want to do.

You hate your uncle, but he is now a king and has the support of an entire country, so even your mother must be respectful to him.

But what about you? You're just a child, your thoughts don't matter to them, and even when your careful thoughts are discovered, your uncle can even pass on the throne that rightfully belongs to you.

And the throne is your only chance, you know, your destiny is now in the hands of someone else, and what you have to do is to snatch it back.

Only then will you be able to have absolute freedom.

No matter what it is, you can only feel at ease if you hold it tightly in your hands, right?

Think about it, instead of crying and begging for God's favor or handouts, you can use that energy to learn how to control your own destiny.

Wait until the day you hold the power in your hands that you will be able to do whatever you want.

You can directly express your dissatisfaction with anyone, you can do what you want without caring about the eyes of others, and you can even decide the life and death of others with one sentence. ”

"So you mean," Concierber pondered the man's words with his immature mind, "can my patience now allow me to gain more in the future, and change all this completely?" ”

"That's pretty much it." The man nodded with satisfaction: "What a clever little guy." ”

"But can I really do it?" Concierber wasn't too confident: "I'm not very good at lying, I'm afraid I'm not going to do what I want to do, I mean, pretending to listen to Uncle Fergus." ”

"It's not called lying, let me think about it"

The man looked at Concierber's father's tombstone:

"I think it's called inheritance, like your father, and maybe from another point of view, you're just temporarily learning how to be a qualified king like your father through your Uncle Fergus, who is just a tool for you to throw away."

"But." Concierge stopped talking.

"Are you still worried that you won't be able to do well?"

"Hmm"

"It's a real headache, but since you're the first person I've seen in this world, I'm so merciful to help you."

The man flicked Concierge's forehead:

"It's quite interesting to be a king's cultivation game."

"Huh?" Concierge covered his head, his eyes widened, "Aren't you from this world?" Have you met my father? ”

"Of course not, your father is probably in the realm of the dead in the other world, but it's not under my control, I don't know very well." The man shrugged.

"The other world?" Concierber looked a little confused.

"Forget it, it's too early to explain to you, you'll always know."

"Then will I have the opportunity to meet my father when I become a qualified king?"

"Probably?" The man nodded first, then shook his head: "Who knows? ”

"What's your name?"

"Ruger." The man smiled, with his white teeth setting off the brightness of his smile: "You can also call me the god of light." ”

"Who is Fergus?"

Jiang Lu, who joined in the fun, asked the living encyclopedia ghost-faced fox in confusion.

"I told you, Concierber's own uncle, who married his mother after his father's death, was killed for unknown reasons after Concierber inherited the throne, including his own son, and only he himself fled to the kingdom of Connaught with some elites."

The ghost-faced fox began to review Jiang Lu's homework:

"Before tearing his face with Concierber, he also served as Cúchulainn's adoptive father, and before he went to the Shadow Nation to study, he gave him a lot of skills, and in terms of combat power, he was a warrior in Ulster second only to Cúthalyn and Concier's younger brother Connoel."

"Oh~" Jiang Lu shook his head: "I'm completely impressed." ”

"It's a key player anyway, right?" The class representative of the heavy artillery concluded.

The ghost-faced fox sighed: "What you said is equivalent to not saying it."

At this moment, Cú Chulainn came over and interrupted the whispers of the three of them with some heavy emotion: "Friends, I think you have to wait for me here for a while, I have to go to the north, and someone who is very important to me is waiting for me there. ”

"Don't you want us to go with you?" Ghostface pretended to be worried.

"No, it's not safe to be alone." Heavy artillery is genuine.

"What do you mean we're not your important people?" Jiang Lu babbles.

"No, no, I can handle it alone."

Cú Chulainn automatically ignored Jiang Lu and said to the ghost-faced fox and the heavy artillery:

"No one in this world can trap me yet, so don't worry."

Seeing that he had said everything, the three of them couldn't say anything more, so they had to let him come.

Soon, Cú Chulainn took the Gabel spear and personally escorted the captive named Edward out of the camp.

And compared to their anxiety about wanting to know everything as soon as possible, Cuchulainn's squire warriors clearly had no concern for his safety.

In their opinion, there is nothing in this world that can hurt Cúchulainn.

Even if it is Morrigan, the goddess of death and destruction, can't she help him?

So naturally, they celebrate the victory of another battle by drinking.

Not only that, these warriors, who were deeply impressed by the power of the ghost-faced fox and heavy artillery on the battlefield, also cordially invited them to drink with them, and at the same time asked the great harpist Jiang Yu to play the "Ulster March" to add to the fun.

Facing the special whiskey delivered to his mouth, Jiang Lu shook his head firmly: "I don't know how to drink." ”

"Ah, what, how can a Ulster man not drink?"

"That is, we should all have spirits in our blood!"

The fighters joked and teased.

But Jiang Lu was still unmoved.

Not only did he not drink it himself, but he also held down the Ghost-faced Fox and the heavy artillery, and his eyes signaled them not to drink.

Because he knows how dangerous this thing really is.

What made him even more alarming was that looking around, there was not a single woman among the soldiers or the captives.

He didn't dare to think about what kind of purgatory on earth would be here for a while.

"What a terrible people."

Jiang Lu muttered and played the harp:

"I want to see the blood flow into the mouth of the river!"

But until the march was played for the fifth time, Jiang Lu's surroundings were already full of drunks, and he still didn't see the picture he imagined.

Except for the high fighting spirit of the warriors and the beastly madness, Jiang Lu did not see any of the same symptoms as himself.

"Huh? What's going on? ”

He couldn't help but wonder if he was drinking fake wine.

The ghost-faced fox and the heavy artillery couldn't help but be a little suspicious at this time, and asked him in a low voice, "What did you mean by the look in your eyes just now?" We thought it was something dangerous. ”

Jiang Lu was also embarrassed to tell what had happened to him, so he had to say casually: "The so-called knight has a drop of wine, and his relatives have two lines of tears." ”

"Are you sick?"

What the three of them didn't notice was that in the forest not far away, a pair of eyes were watching them.

The owner of the eye is none other than Morrigan.

The dealings of the gods are not free to be broken like ordinary people, as long as they are promised by the gods, they are subject to the spell issued by the will of the world.

So before completing the transaction, she had to act as Jiang Lu's bodyguard as agreed, so naturally she needed to keep an eye on him at all times.

And Morrigan, who originally felt a little listless because of this boring work, was refreshed the moment Jiang Lu played the harp.

At first, she just thought that Jiang Lu's piano sound was kind of inducing and could strengthen the power of emotions, and she was a little interested.

But as soon as she listened carefully to the sound of the harp and observed the appearance of the harp, her heart was instantly filled with horror.

"Dagda Harp?!"

She was already in the Celtic system, so she naturally knew nothing more about the mother earth god Danu who was at the highest level of power in that world, and her son, the father of the gods and the good god Dagda.

It is said that the harp of Chuan Geda can play a variety of songs with buff effects such as happiness, excitement, and sleep, adding rhythm to the four seasons.

Coincidentally, Jiang Lu used the Bard's abilities, either out of bad taste or out of a desire to weaken Cú Chulainn's power, so that these warriors would lose their combat effectiveness due to partial damage, so that they could return to Ulster and Concierber to continue the battle as soon as possible.

So, at this moment, just like that moment, everything formed a perfect closed loop, and the harp in his hand happened to coincide with the legendary Dagda harp, causing Morrigan's pupils to earthquake.

"Good, good."

Morrigan gritted his teeth:

"I thought it was a foreign friendship god, but after a long time, you are a private visit to Weifu, and you are happy with me, right?

Although I don't know your true purpose

But now that I've discovered your secret, it looks like I'm going to have to do everything in my power to please you."

And even more coincidentally.

"Jiang Bao, there seem to be words on your harp." Heavy artillery noticed something.

"Huh? I'll see. Jiang Lu turned to the side and looked: "Yo, it's true." ”

“D-A-G-H-D-A？” The heavy artillery spelled the English letters: "What do you mean?" ”

"Ask Ghostface."

"He's gone drinking, and he doesn't seem to be sober now."

Jiang Lu looked over, only to see that the ghost-faced fox didn't know what was strengthened by the special whiskey, and shouted to the soldiers in a crazy way: "I have a plan, I can help the northern expedition of Cu Chulainn!" ”

"Good!" The warriors first responded with emotion.

Then someone asked: "But my lord, Ulster is already the northernmost part, how can he still go north?" ”

"Then wait for me to go south, seven capture Maeve!"

"Good!!"

Jiang Lu turned his head: "That's fine." ”

"So you don't even know what your harp means?" Heavy Artillery took out his battle axe: "I also have words on it, I heard the ghost-faced fox say that it was the name of a legendary forger, which means that he made it, but unfortunately although this forger is very famous, this battle axe is still not as good as Cú Chulainn's cursed spear." ”

"Then who knows?"

Jiang Lu didn't care: "But I should be the same, right?" ”

He suddenly remembered the piano room where he was when he first met Addison: "Probably some bad old man like Addison, I don't know much." ”

"I'll see what this man's name is."

Heavy Artillery jerkily tried to pronounce it, but never knew how to pronounce it correctly.

The manifestation of this cultural desert has attracted ridicule from another cultural desert.

"You can't read phonics, do you?"

Jiang Lu opened his mouth and came: "Giggles, I wonder if this harp is used to commemorate a certain hen that is very good at laying eggs." ”

"Is that so? How do I feel like Dagda? ”

"IMHO, what is your highest level of education?"

"Dropped out of junior high school."

"Laughing to death, what is the difference between this and illiteracy? I'm highly educated, listen to me. ”

"You are?"

Jiang Lu smiled slightly: "High school students, and not ordinary high school students, I once achieved a high score of 61 points in English in the monthly examination of the third month of the second semester of the first year of high school, and it is worth mentioning that the full score is 150 points, and all the tests are multiple-choice questions!" That is, there is not the slightest moisture in my strength! ”

"! So cultured? That seems to be a real giggle. The heavy artillery nodded convincingly.

Two words were clearly written on his face - recognition!

(End of chapter)