The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 61 Unqualified Person
A person's life is made up of choices.

Maybe it's just a small choice, which will make the growth track tilt a little bit, and then continue to grow in one direction.

Like a sapling that hasn't been pruned.

Greg can no longer remember why he became like this.

It may be the conceding of defeat in a swordsmanship competition when I was young, it may be the failure of a hunting, or it may be that when I saw a spider, I didn't have the courage to step on it.

When he was still young, that tiny failure carried a light sting, and the faint ridicule of the people around him teased his dignity.

And when someone laughed at him, he only needed to stare back at the other person, and the person who dared to laugh at him would have his mouth covered and pulled up to make an apology.

Whenever Greg felt his weakness, his status as a famous family could solve the ensuing humiliation for him.

Compared with working hard to exercise one's own strength, the status of the golden family can solve problems more quickly and conveniently.

Maybe that's why he was so weak, Gregor thought.

But it is also possible that it is simply because of his impure bloodline.

Greg is proud of his status as gold, but also humiliated because of his strength that does not match the name of gold.

For a long time, Gregor believed that he was not to blame for his weakness.

That must have been caused by the purity of the bloodline.

Whether it was the blood of the ancestor King Gefrey or the divine blood of Queen Malika, it was already quite thin in his generation.

So the decline of the demigod is also inevitable.

Those who served Gregor comforted him in this way.

Gregoire embraced the theory, too.

He believes that his weakness is not because of his cowardice, but because of the thin blood.

Bloodlines cannot be replenished by hard work.Just like those who serve themselves, no matter how hard they try, they are still slaves.

The ancestors of the gold family were indeed inferior to each other, but even so, gold was still gold.

Greco comforted himself with such a reason, living a life of drunken dreams.

Until he met Ratan and Lakad.

There is a strict division of identities in the border area, the border tributaries are not as good as the ordinary golden people, and the common people are not as good as the knight class.

A knight can only be honored as a hero if he has made great achievements in battle.

And even a hero is far away from the king.

The origin of gold is the combination of the king and the god, that is the most supreme bloodline at the junction, and theoretically all are born kings.

Even if the bloodline is diluted, the bloodline of the diluted king and god is still much nobler than ordinary famous families.

In Gregor's eyes, what is Ratan.

Lataen, Lakad, and Lani, these relatives brought by Radha, the second-generation King of Elden, are nothing but a combination of heroes and heroes.

Lada Gang and Man Yue are just heroes, at most Man Yue is a queen.

The combination of a hero and a king, even the first-generation children, is no more noble than the last generation of gods and kings.

At least Gregor thought so.

He also thought so until Grek provoked Latan in the ring and was beaten into the dirt.

Even if he loses, he will still say that the other party cheated.

He can't attribute it to other reasons, even if he has been beaten all over the ground, he must ignore the reality.

Otherwise, he has been living a lie for the first half of his life.

Greg couldn't figure out why the theory of blood that he had been comforting himself all along had failed.

Why are the last races of gods and kings inferior to the children of heroes.

He is unwilling to accept this result, he cannot accept this result.

To accept it would be to admit that his weakness was not due to blood.

But no one cared about his thoughts, his inner entanglements.

The greatest contempt is ignoring.

Even when Ratarn knocked him to the ground, he was looking at Godwin, not Greco.

In order to save his dignity, Greg knew to find other reasons.

Greck always believed that Ratarn became a general and Lacard became a judge not because of their strength, but because they had a good father.

Greg also believes that no matter how arrogant these foreign relatives are, even if the former king Ge Fulei has become a faded person and left the border, the power of the golden clan will still linger, and the crown prince of the Golden Tree Dynasty still belongs to Godwin, the strongest demigod. Son of King Frey.

Gregor was deeply proud and proud of the strength of Golden Godwin.

Even if this power has nothing to do with him.

When Gregor inherited the Great Rune, he could gain power by grafting limbs through rituals.

Gregor had never found the grafting ceremony to be awful, or at least he couldn't bring himself to feel that way.

He is of the golden family, inherited the center of gravity, Rune, and he is the orthodoxy of the junction.

Therefore, gaining strength by grafting limbs is like collecting taxes, which is reasonable and legal.

This is a necessary sacrifice in order to inherit orthodoxy.

Once again, blood became his placebo, giving him reasons to justify all his actions.

The more intense the criticism from the outside world, the more paranoid he becomes - only paranoia can make him feel better.

Gregor ignored the attacks on him, obsessed with the feeling of becoming stronger, and longed for the approval of his ancestors.

He knew that his ancestors were long gone, the golden clan had declined, and no elders would judge him.

So Greg can safely look forward to the evaluation of his elders, and fantasize about the recognition of his ancestors.

Greck even deceived himself, he really didn't think there was any problem with limb-attaching anymore, and he was proud of his own strength.

Whenever he feels threatened by a powerful enemy, the fear of being exposed will make him stress.

So he has to hunt down warriors, attack powerful faders, destroy all enemies that might threaten him, and then transfer the power of the enemies to himself.

He was trying to maintain this false sense of security.

Until Dujuan attacked the city and Ge Fulei arrived.

Seeing his ancestors, he was ecstatic. He saw the most prestigious king in the borderland, saw the ancestors he admired the most, and saw the hope of the revival of the golden clan.

Then he heard the most worshiped ancestor say:

"You are too weak...you have lost all the dignity of the golden clan..."

For a long time, Grek found all kinds of excuses to avoid that fact, and every time he had to face that reality, he would add another patch.

Rataen was a despicable and deceitful guy, so he lost, and he was crushed by the Valkyrie because the other party's blood was more noble.

Even if he escaped from the King City and could only reign supreme in the Far Lands, he was Grek the Gold, and his ancestors were the greatest kings.

Without strength, he only had the sustenance of his ancestors being strong.

The mind shrinks into darker and darker corners, and the high walls that defend the mind become stronger.

Just like the persecuted heretics, the more they are ridiculed and ridiculed, the more united and pious they will be.

When such a solid heart was suddenly shattered, when the only comfort disappeared with the tearing of the wound, when he was personally denied by the ancestors he worshiped, Grek collapsed.

Gregor just froze at first.

He didn't respond for a long time, and it took him a long time to confirm that the ancestor was really Ge Fulei, and what he said really meant that.

Greg wanted to cry, but the men in the city were still watching, so he couldn't cry.

He's the sovereign, the "golden" Gregor, and he can't cry out in pain like a child.

Gregor hid in his room silently, locked the door, and saw no one.

It was closed like this for three days.

The flames of war in Stone City have been extinguished, and reconstruction work is in full swing.

The return of Ge Fulei has diluted the resentment of the soldiers towards Grek, and even the ugly Grek has become less annoying because of his blood.

It is believed that King Gefrey will take back his throne, and Greek is the golden family after all. Sooner or later, these Greck soldiers will be ordered to return to the royal city.

So some officials began to care about Greg.

They sent people to knock on the door of Greg's room, and brought food and wine with concern, wishing the golden life a long life.

But there was no response from inside.

Greg was no longer in the room.

Officials found Gerak among the ruins of the battle field.

When Greg was found, everyone fell silent.

Gregor is performing the limb grafting ceremony alone.

Greg's body became even more bloated, almost no different from a troll.

A shadow looms behind him.

Three pairs of dilapidated dragon wings were attached to his back, and countless arms clasped the roots of the dragon wings as a supporting skeleton.

Greg's back was raised high, with four dragon heads protruding from the back, the hollow eyes rolled irregularly, and the dragon head wriggled.

"Lord Greg..." The officials were worried about Greg's strange form.

"I am the King of Gold, I am the lord of Stone City, the lord of Ningmgfu." Greik was raving.

He growled suddenly:
"I can do whatever I want!"

The dragon wings blew up a storm, slowly lifting Greg's bloated body off the ground.

Greg flew high into the sky of Stone City, four dragon heads spewed fire backwards, and one accelerated and disappeared into the sky.

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Tops covered his head with a pained expression.

He has tested all the magic, but he still hasn't got the correct answer.

Whether it is the expansion of the protective barrier or his original research on defensive magic, he has encountered bottlenecks.

Topps wanted to research a defense field that could defend against magic, prayer, and even physical attacks, but the magic circle he designed still failed to achieve the desired effect.

"What is it? What did I miss?" Tops couldn't understand, "I should have already analyzed all the information of the academy, whether it is Kalia's magic or the magic of the academy, why can't it be realized... ..."

Tops flipped through Ladagang's notes, and there were some places he still couldn't understand.

He muttered to himself: "Rada is just the hero of the Golden Tree. Does he still need to analyze beliefs and prayers? Is the Golden Law the reason why he has such a different understanding of magic..."

Topps shook his head, dismissing the idea.

During the period when Kalia and the Golden Tree were enemies, Kalia had already gained a considerable understanding of the power of the Golden Tree. Both the Golden Tree and Kalia had means of defending against spells. collected.

Tops feels that neither the Golden Law nor the magic of Xingyue is the key.

"The theory is missing one element, a key element..." Topps muttered.

But he couldn't think of what it was.

"Is it because I have too little experience and intelligence that I can't imagine or understand..." Tops covered his head.

His qualifications are indeed not outstanding.

Wanting to study the field of defense is not only because he doesn't like competition, but also because he can't comprehend the strange magic.

Many magics in the academy were too difficult for him, and Topps chose to study in areas that no one cared about, perhaps because it was an easier path.

What Topps is most afraid of now is that the bottleneck he encounters is hidden in those obscure magic scrolls that he cannot understand.

If so, it means that his research has come to an end and it is difficult for him to go any further.

"Sure enough, I still have to go back to the academy..." Tops smiled wryly.

The reason why Rhea Lucaria Academy of Magic became a holy place for magicians is due to its historical background.

This heritage is not only reflected in the works and notes handed down by generations of magic masters, the high-quality environment brought about by the gathering of a large number of talents, but also some more realistic benefits.

The Academy of Magic has a large magic array covering the entire academy. The magic array can improve people's wisdom and give inspiration to magicians.

With this large formation, even a rookie has the opportunity to explore deeper mysteries.

However, Tops believed that even with the blessing of the magic circle, his talent must not be as good as Se Lian.

So he was going to ask Se Lian first.

Wuming also took the Falling Star Beast with him when he left. Se Lian had been sulking all day, but there was really nothing to do.

"You said he left as soon as he left, why did he take the Star Child?" Selian asked Tops.

"Didn't he just say the reason?" Tops comforted Selian.

Of course, there is a good reason for Wuming to take the falling star beast away - simply because the falling star beast has not been fully domesticated.

Although Wuming rode happily, he has been carefully guarding against the falling star beast, and will not let the falling star beast leave his sight for too long, and try to keep a distance where he can return to the falling star beast at any time when he goes out.

Fallen Star Beast's laser nameless is very impressive, this thing is really crazy, and it may be more harmful than Gregor and Bell Hunter.

Another reason is that the Falling Star Beast runs really fast, and Wuming can shorten the distance as soon as possible.

Se Lian was not annoyed: "What is the child of the star to guard against?"

"We can't understand the thinking of the child of the star. If it really attacks suddenly, it is not impossible." Topps said.

"I mean, if you are attacked, you will be attacked. Don't you want to see the Star Child attacking others?" Said Selian.

Tops was silent for a moment, looking at Su Lian's sometimes illusory body, and dared not say that you are great and noble, and that your soul and body are not afraid of being killed.

Tops changed the subject and asked Serlian to see what's wrong with his magic circle.

It's a pity that this crazy talented woman can't help Tops this time, and Selian can't answer Tops' problems.

Selian looked at the magic circles of Topps:

"I think your research field has surpassed the field of general academy magic. Maybe you should look more at other fields of magic."

"Like what?" Topps asked.

His energy is devoted to his own field, and his understanding of other schools of magic is relatively poor.

"Selia's magic." Selian said, "In addition to the return magic of Kalia and the golden tree, I heard that Selia also has secret magic that can defend against spells. Maybe it can be your inspiration."

"Selia...wasn't it already destroyed in Garide?" Tops said.

"Yes, there are only relics left." Selian said, "But apart from the Academy, which schools are not only relics left, whether it is stargazing or studying, you must always explore diligently."

Tops heard that Galilee was full of corruption, and he was afraid to go. He took a chance and asked Selian:
"Don't you know Selia's magic?"

"Some, but not much," said Cerlian.

Topps cheered up:
"You can teach me first, maybe I can get inspiration, so I don't need to go to Gayled - what kind of magic do you know?"

"Pyroxene meteors, meteor showers," said Cerlian.

Topps felt something was wrong:

"Isn't this the magic of the academy?"

"This is the magic of Olivieri's classroom, the classroom of Master Luthert in Olivieri's classroom. Master Luthert is from Seria, so this is also Seria's magic." Serlian skillfully used it Induction.

Topps covered his face.

This is certainly not the so-called secret spell he wanted.

Selian spread her hands:

"I've only heard about Selia's dark night spell from Master Luthert, but I haven't learned it yet."

"You are so eager to learn, but you didn't learn?" Tops looked sideways.

"I heard that night magic is the magic for sneak attacking and assassinating fellow magicians," said Selian.

Tops suddenly remembered the accusation of Cerlain "The Cube Witch" - she was accused of killing fellow wizards.

"That's right, how could such a lovely woman like you do such a thing, of course you wouldn't assassinate a magician's magic..." Tops murmured.

"I think it's enough to kill them head-on, there's no need to sneak attack." Se Lian added.

Tops was stunned, staring blankly at Selian. After a while, he shrank his head suddenly, took a few steps back, and said in a trembling voice:
"You... you won't kill me, will you?"

"No, don't worry about it," said Selian.

Topps breathed a sigh of relief.

"I can't do research now, after all," said Cerlian.

"That is to say, you will still kill when you can do research?" Tops was afraid.

"It depends on the situation." Selian said, "No one can guarantee the future, right? I never imagined that the world would become what it is now."

When Tops heard this answer, he had no choice but to accept it with a bitter face.

Anyway, if the starry sky didn't turn, Selian couldn't do her research, so he was safe.

Let's talk about things later.

Tops was comforting himself in this way, when he caught a glimpse of Serlian rushing towards him, throwing him to the ground.

Cerlian put her hands on the floor and locked Tops between them, pressing against him.

"What are you doing?" Tops looked at Selian who was propped up on top of him, panicked, "You were just trying to trick me into letting my guard down? Are you going to kill me now?"

"Don't come out." That was all Selian said.

She got off Tops and stepped out of the protective barrier.

It was only then that Tops discovered that Seren pushed him into the area of ​​the protective barrier and activated the magic circle of the talisman.

At the same time, flames fell from the sky.

(End of this chapter)