Concierge was frozen, and the pursuit was a bit difficult.

And it's a pity that Jiang Lu's determination can't be uncontrolled, and Concierber can't cut into his sister's heart after practicing the Darkspawn Blade ten thousand times.

So he could only look like this, kneeling in the corner, not feeling the complete paralysis from the neck down, feeling the pain in his body and the pain in his heart at the same time.

looked at Jiang Lu's face when he was fighting, and sighed at his miserable fate.

This is also known as the sorrow of the law.

From this particular vantage point, Concierber could not see the face of his sister Dectiel, and all he could see was the two pairs of legs stacked together.

One pair of holes is powerful, like a towering giant tree, rooted in the earth, resolute and steady, and the other pair is hooked on tiptoe, toes twisted viciously, spasms and trembling from time to time.

Even if he really loves Ruger, even if he has always been dismissive of Dectiel, just driven by a strange and distorted possessiveness, and has done many irrational things, but at this time, the bond from family affection in his heart is still awakened, and he feels a tingling pain in his heart.

"Brute! You. You're away from my sister! ”

Concierge roared with tears in his eyes.

But he could do nothing, like the countless people in the past who could not resist him, and had to accept his tyranny and their own miserable fate, they could only watch, and just watch.

This is as good as that moment.

At least at this moment, he succeeded in empathizing with those whose names he had long forgotten and who had been exploited and persecuted by his own hands.

He seemed to suddenly understand why the daughter of the tribal leader who had killed her husband in the first place would be so desperate to die.

Now that he was himself, the pain of grief and powerlessness also tormented him to madness.

But as the saying goes, when happiness is based on the pain of others, then happiness is doubled.

In particular, Concierber has a grudge against himself, and it is even more difficult to calculate the multiplier of Dectiel's happiness.

Although because Concierge still has a deep influence in her heart, she has a very deep shadow in her heart, causing her to dare not look at the other party directly.

But just hiding in front of Jiang Lu and quietly peeping a few times was enough for her to breathe a bad breath and fiercely vent the resentment in her heart for many years.

This couldn't help but make her cry with joy.

People are so strange, they always laugh inexplicably when they are extremely sad, just like when she used to know about Surtem's death, she couldn't tell what the reason was, maybe it was because she didn't want to accept the reality, maybe it was a bitter smile, even she didn't know.

And when she is extremely happy, she always sheds tears for some reason, just like now, the feeling that the pressure that has been pent up for a long time is released, and the whole person relaxes all of a sudden, so that she can't control her tear ducts at all, and she can release the tears she owes in the past at this moment.

And it's not just the tears that are flowing inexplicably, but there is also another thing that is flowing inexplicably.

That is a brave cry and struggle for fate!

Dectiel's enthusiasm and heart, of course, were not surprisingly passed on to Jiang Lu.

"I seem to be more sensitive today."

He teased, and turned his head to look at the hollow-eyed Concierber.

Maybe this is the so-called, the catalyst of love, Jiang Lu thought so.

At this time, Concierbo, who heard Jiang Lu's words, finally realized something.

He didn't know the relationship between the two, and he always thought that this was Jiang Lu taking revenge on himself, wanting to trample on his dignity on the ground, and Dectel was forced during the whole process.

But only now did he react, as if that was not the case.

"Today. What do you call today?! Did you guys before?! ”

He yelled almost frantically, questioning the relationship between the two.

Jiang Lu didn't answer him, just looked at Dectel, and covered his mouth with an exaggerated expression: "Oops, I missed my mouth, I'm such a little fool." ”

The funny appearance made Dector burst into tears and giggled.

Wiping his tears, Dectiel threw a wink at Jiang Lu: "I'm about to leak too." ”

"Oh? I'll see if there's anything missing. ”

Jiang Lu pretended to be surprised and stretched out his hand to test it.

Seeing that the two of them ignored themselves and flirted with themselves, where did Concierber not know what was going on?

"You two bastards! I curse you! ”

In response, Jiang Lu only frowned and kicked him, and said disdainfully: "You are still cursed?" Who are you sending it? What grade can you learn from Macha to curse? ”

Concierge was stunned.

Macha's Curse.

He suddenly understood why Macha had such a deep grudge before he died, and why he would not hesitate to not be reincarnated, and why he would rely on such an obsession to put such a vicious curse on himself and the entire Ulster.

Ironically, until today, he had always thought it was a very undignified manifestation.

God? That's it.

But it wasn't until things fell on his own head that he finally learned to empathize, understand Macha's thoughts, and empathize with her.

Because the humiliation suffered by Macha was far beyond what she could tolerate, she did not hesitate to abandon her identity as a god, abandon her reserve as a god, and take revenge on her enemies in the most hysterical way.

Just like Concierge is now, what a king, what a child of destiny, what person is closest to God, everything doesn't matter to him at all.

All he could think of was to take revenge on the enemy he had inflicted on him in deep pain, and to inflict the most vicious curse on him.

The more vicious the curse, the more intractable the shame the caster receives.

But it's a pity that, as Jiang Lu said, he really doesn't have that ability.

Although he has many noble statuses, in essence, Concierber is just an ordinary person, not to mention Cúchulainn, who has been transformed into a demigod by relying on the divine crystal left by Ruger, he is not even as good as those druids or prophets who have some mysterious powers.

What kind of curse can he talk about like this?

It's just a mouthful.

Jiang Lu knew this, so not only did he not take his cruel words to heart at all, but even stimulated him even more unscrupulously, trying to help Dectel untie the knot.

As for why this can untie the knot in her heart, if you have to define it from Dectiel's point of view, it probably is-

You don't allow me to have a relationship, I'm going to have enough of it here today in front of you.

Yes, essentially, it's retaliatory compensatory psychology.

It's like a toy that my family didn't buy when I was a child, and when I grew up, I bought enough at any cost, or a game that I didn't play when I was a student, and I stayed up late to play it after college, even if I didn't hesitate to abandon my studies.

In the end, it is a psychological trauma.

And what Jiang Lu is doing is to help her heal this scar in her heart and overcome her fear of Concierbert.

He wanted to make Dectel understand that Concierge was just an ordinary man, and that he could do nothing without power and those who were loyal to him.

Just like now, you can only kneel in the corner and be a turtle man.

Evening.

Before you know it, the psychotherapy for Dectiel has been going on for a whole afternoon.

I'm not sure if she's cured, but her complexion does improve a lot.

"Honey, it's hell, you don't seem to be tired at all, I can't stand it anymore"

Dextell took Jiang Lu's hand and looked at him emotionally, as if he was looking at some rare treasure.

"Hmph, my evaluation is that boars can't eat fine chaff." Jiang Lu snorted coldly.

"Nasty." Dectiel was not angry at all at Jiang Lu's way of speaking.

On the contrary, this kind of insulting statement made her feel indescribably happy and comfortable, so she naturally regarded it as a little love between the two.

The show was over, Jiang Lu was a little disgusted with Concierber, and he didn't want the gentle appearance of the two to be seen by him, so he simply threw Dectiel's clothes on his head and used him as a hanger.

So all he could do was smell the strange smell that filled the room, and he was delirious and silently muttering words that he didn't understand.

Obviously, now it's his turn to be traumatized.

Seeing that the situation was exactly what he expected, Jiang Lu finally talked to Dectiel about business, and once again expressed his wish that she could become the new king of Ulster, and asked her to properly dispose of Concierber and remove all the curses in Ulster as soon as possible.

Today's Dectiel seems to have been reborn.

There was no longer confusion in her eyes, and she no longer hesitated, and almost without thinking, she agreed to Jiang Lu's request.

"I agree."

Dector nodded:

"I think my son will help me, just as he is loyal to Concierber, and although I have never paid attention to the government, I also have some trustworthy people in the royal palace, plus those nobles who only recognize blood, and don't care who the king is, as long as they are from the royal family, I believe it should be very smooth."

"Well, don't stress too much."

Jiang Lu rubbed her head:

"Those civilians in the city, I have also proved to them that Concierber is a traitor, I think they will support you too, and now it seems that there should be no big obstacles."

At the mention of the word obstruction, Dextell suddenly thought of something, and suddenly felt a little irritated and overwhelmed in his heart: "But how can I explain all this to Cúchulainn?" ”

"Explain what?"

"His background, and this mess now." Dectair sighed.

"Regarding this, you don't have to worry about it, I have already arranged for someone to tell him the truth, but I am afraid it is indeed a little difficult to accept it, it depends on whether he can cross the threshold in his heart." Jiang Lu said.

"You've already told him?" Dector was surprised and complained, "Why didn't you consult with me first?" ”

"Time is pressing, it's too late to think about it so much." Jiang Lu sighed.

In fact, he didn't even think about having Dectel fulfill his responsibilities as king in the first place, and his initial plan was to have no plan.

Just kill Concierber, and arrange the rest casually, as for Cúchulainn, add to him, and the rest will be as fate as it gets.

That's why Jiang Lu chose to use the three-flavor true fire to control him, although he was also worried that he would prevent him from killing Concierbo, but in essence, Jiang Lu was still trying to make it convenient, and when the control time was over, after he came out, Concierber was already dead, and he was also free, and he belonged to a hundred yes.

It's just that he was suddenly attacked by Luger later, and he found that lifting the curse can only come one by one like treating diseases, and it can't be solved at once from the root, so he has to find someone who can take over the king's position for the best strategy results and evaluation.

In this way, it will be easier and faster to do this with the help of the power of the whole country than for the three of them to run around.

"You're still here for an afternoon?" Dectair clearly didn't believe his words.

But Jiang Lu only used one trick to make her believe.

"Fool." Jiang Lu kissed her forehead affectionately and dotingly: "You are more important than everything, even higher than Ulster in my eyes, so how can it be a waste of time to accompany you?" The things that make me time-critical are nothing compared to yours. ”

Dectel couldn't stand this, and directly raised the white flag and surrendered.

"Is this so? Then there is no way. ”

Her gaze dodged, and her face turned red.

But soon, she came back to her senses and said with some concern: "But I'm still very worried, what if Setant is unwilling to face it because of this incident and doesn't recognize me as a mother?" ”

"This"

Jiang Lu frowned, he really hadn't thought of this possibility.

However, considering Cúchulainn's pride, it seems that this is not impossible.

Even in this era, such a life experience is a bit too explosive, and it is definitely not widely accepted by the world.

From the son of God to the illegitimate child, the parents are still close relatives, which is indeed a bit disgraceful for a person like him.

Maybe it was because seeing Jiang Lu silent, Dectiel, who thought he would have a way, was a little anxious.

Her mood instantly became low: "You think it will be like this, right?" ”

Jiang Lu was a little helpless, but he was still very optimistic, and comforted Dectiel: "Don't worry, I think he will accept it, although it is indeed difficult, but I think he can overcome it, he can always overcome all difficulties, isn't it?" ”

"Let's hope," Dectair wasn't very optimistic.

After a moment of hesitation, Jiang Lu continued: "And what I want to say is that whether he accepts it or not, you don't have to put too much pressure and burden on yourself, you must know that it is not your fault, it is the bastard kneeling over there who caused the bad situation today."

He is the culprit of all the misfortunes, and you are just a victim who can't resist, so you don't have to, and you shouldn't blame yourself, no matter what the final result is, I hope you can prioritize and treat yourself first. ”

Dectel was suddenly stunned: "No. Is it my fault? ”

For a long time, she was disgusted with herself, believing that her existence was sinful, and even thought of death many times, but it was only the presence of Cúchulainn that made her suppress such thoughts all the time.

But now, Jiang Lu stood up and told her that it was not her fault, that she should not loathe herself and bear the sins of Concierge.

This kind of understanding, or enlightenment, is far better for her than all the things Jiang Lu has done for her before.

"Of course." Jiang Lu nodded: "We shouldn't have punished ourselves for repenting for the sins of others, what we should really do is to stand up again, and then smash their faces fiercely!" ”

(End of chapter)