Do not engage in underworld operations in the human world!

Chapter 199 Conchi Erb’s gear of destiny, and Jiang Lu’s first reveal of his top talent!
Conchieber's thoughts drifted back to the very distant afternoon of that day.
Since his father passed away, there has never been a smile on Conchie Erb's face because he has not felt the warmth of love for a long time.

The young Conchiebo didn't know how much effort his mother, Queen Nesa, had made so that he and he could grow up in peace.

He only knew that his mother had been hanging out with his uncle Fergus all day long after his father's death, and she didn't care about him and his siblings at all.

This made him feel bored and confused about the future.

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

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

Conchiebo choked in front of the grave with a childish voice and a cry:

"I can't figure it out. This is obviously my thing. It's because of your departure that the throne temporarily fell into the hands of Uncle Fergus. But why should I treat him because of something that already belongs to me?" Be grateful.

Mother told me to be respectful to Uncle Fergus, and Conor and Dectel did the same, but I didn't want to be.

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

He thought of something and shrank back to the corner in horror: "Are you sent by Uncle Fergus to kill me?"

"So what you mean is" Conchieber pondered the man's words with his immature mind: "Can my patience now allow me to gain more in the future and completely change everything?"

"But can I really do it?" Conchieber was not too confident: "I'm not very good at lying. I'm worried that I can't do things that go against my true intentions. I mean, pretending to listen to Fergus." Uncle's words."

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

"Ha." The man shook his head: "But you also know that it is a fairy tale. Things like fairy tales are created by a group of people who are eager to get something for nothing. They use it to numb themselves and at the same time poison their children. This is why the protagonist always Princess, because the princess can do nothing and the prince will save her, right?”

"listen."

Conchieber argued: "But that's what fairy tales say. Evil stepmothers will send warriors to kill the princess."

The man was stunned and couldn't help laughing: "Your ideas are really out of the ordinary."

When Conchieber heard that the man wanted to help him get rid of his current life, he suddenly became interested and put all the worries and fears behind him.

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

But what about you? You are just a child, your thoughts are not important to them, and even when they discover your little thoughts, your uncle can even pass on the throne that should belong to you to others.

I dislike him!

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

"It's really a headache, but since you are the first person I see when I come to this world, I will help you out of mercy."

"Are you still worried about not doing well?"

"The game of growing up to be a king is quite interesting."

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

"But..." Conchieber hesitated to speak.

When you have the power in your hands, you will be able to do whatever you want.

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

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

"who are you?"

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

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

"I think this should be called inheritance, just like your father. Maybe from another perspective, you are just temporarily learning how to be a qualified king like your father through your Uncle Fergus, your Uncle Fergus. It’s just a tool for you and can be thrown away after use.”

"Please tell me," he said seriously.

We used to be able to play without caring about anything, but now we have to learn all kinds of rules and pay attention to all kinds of etiquette, just because we are not Uncle Fergus's biological children.

Father, if you hear this, can you take him away with you? I don’t want to continue living like this! "

"That's not lying, let me think about it"

"I have some ideas that may be able to help you."

The throne is your only chance. You must know that your destiny is now in the hands of others, and what you have to do is to take it back.

Although Xiao Kangqi Erbo was still very naive, he also knew that this was the royal cemetery and not everyone could enter, at least the stranger in front of him did not have such qualifications.

The man's expression became serious:
"As I just said, nothing in the world can be obtained without hard work. If you want to get something, you must put in corresponding efforts. After all, this cruel world cannot be what you want.

"It seems..." Conchieber thought seriously: "It makes some sense."

You can directly express your dissatisfaction to anyone, you can do what you want without caring about other people's opinions, and you can even decide someone else's life or death with just one sentence. "

Only in this way can you have absolute freedom.

"Um"

It wasn't until Conchieber was tired of crying and curled up in front of the grave and fell asleep, just like before, that the man suddenly spoke:
"It sounds like you are unhappy with your life and have a powerful enemy."

The man flicked Conchieber's forehead:

Think about it, instead of crying here, begging for God's favor or others' charity, it is better to use these efforts to learn how to control your own destiny.

Conchie Erb, who was about to fall asleep, suddenly woke up and looked at the man behind him in surprise who made no sound at all.

"Ah?" Conchie Erb covered his head, his eyes widened: "Aren't you from this world? Then have you seen 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 for sure." The man shrugged.

"The other world?" Conchie Erbo seemed a little confused.

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

"Then will I have a chance to see my father after I become a qualified king?"

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

"Then what's your name?"

"Ruger." The man smiled, his white teeth setting off his bright smile: "You can also call me the God of Light."

"Who is Fergus?"

Jiang Lu, who was joining in the fun, asked the walking encyclopedia Ghost Faced Fox a puzzled question.

"I told you that Conchiebo's biological uncle married his mother after his father's death. As a result, after Conchiebo inherited the throne, for unknown reasons, the entire family, including his biological son, was killed. He himself fled to the Kingdom of Connaught with some of his elite."

Ghost Faced Fox began to review Jiang Lu’s homework:

"Before he broke up with Conchieber, he was Cu Chulainn's adoptive father. Before he went to the Kingdom of Shadows to further his studies, he gave him a lot of skills. In terms of combat power, he was second only to Ulster. Warriors of Cú Chulainn and Conor, brother of Conchierb."

"Oh~" Jiang Lu shook his head: "I have no impression at all."

"It's a key role anyway, right?" the class representative concluded.

The ghost-faced fox sighed: "If you say it, you haven't said it yet."

At this time, Cu Chulainn came over and interrupted the three people's whispers with a heavy mood: "Friends, I think you have to wait for me here for a while. I have to go to the north. There is someone who is interested in me." Someone very important is waiting for me there.”

"Don't you need us to accompany you?" Ghost Faced Fox pretended to be worried.

"No, it's not safe to be alone." Chongpao said sincerely.

"What do you mean we are not your important people?" Jiang Lu said nonsense. "No, no need, I can handle it alone."

Cu Chulainn automatically ignored Jiang Lu and said to the ghost-faced fox and heavy artillery:
"No one in this world can trap me, so don't worry."

Seeing that he had reached this point, the three of them could not say anything more, so they had no choice but to let him do it.

Soon, Cu Chulainn took the Gabriel and the spear and personally escorted the prisoner named Edward out of the camp.

Compared with the anxiety of the three of them who wanted to know all the information as soon as possible, Cu Chulainn's attendant warriors obviously had no worries about his safety.

In their opinion, nothing in this world can hurt Cu Chulainn.

Even Morrigan, the goddess of death and destruction, couldn't do anything to him?
So naturally they celebrate another battle victory 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, sincerely invited them to drink together and asked the great harpist Jiang Lu to play the "Ulster March" to cheer up the entertainment.

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

"Ah what, how can an Ulster man not know how to drink?"

"That's right, we should all have spirits flowing in our blood!"

The soldiers joked and joked.

But Jiang Lu remained unmoved.

Not only did he not drink, he also held down the Ghost Faced Fox and Heavy Cannon, signaling them not to drink with his eyes.

Because he knows how dangerous this thing is.

What alarmed him even more was that when he looked around, there was no woman among the soldiers or prisoners.

He didn't dare to think about how this place would turn into a hell on earth.

"What a terrible nation."

Jiang Lu murmured and played the harp:

"I want to see the blood flowing into the bayou teeth!"

But until the march was played for the fifth time, Jiang Lu was already surrounded by drunks, and he still didn't see the scene in his imagination.

Apart from the soldiers' high fighting spirit and wild beast-like mania, Jiang Lu didn't see any symptoms that were the same as his own.

"Huh? What's going on?"

He couldn't help but start to wonder, was he drinking fake wine?
Ghost Faced Fox and Heavy Cannon couldn't help but become 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 too embarrassed to tell what happened to him, so he could only say casually: "As the saying goes, a drop of wine for a knight brings tears to a relative."

"What's wrong with you?"

What the three of them didn't realize was that there was a pair of eyes observing them in the forest not far away.

The owner of the eyes is none other than Morrigan.

Gods' transactions are not like ordinary people who can break the contract at will. As long as it is a promise made by the gods, it will be restricted by the curse issued by the will of the world.

So before completing the deal, she had to serve as Jiang Lu's bodyguard as agreed, so naturally she needed to keep an eye on him.

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

At first, she was just interested in feeling that Jiang Lu's music was captivating and could strengthen emotions.

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

"Dagda Harp?!"

Being in the Celtic system, she naturally knew the most powerful earth mother goddess Danu in the other world, and her son Dagda, the father of the gods and the good god.

It is said that Dagda's harp can play various music with BUFF effects such as happiness, excitement, and sleep, adding rhythm to the four seasons.

Coincidentally, Jiang Lu either had bad taste or wanted to weaken Cu Chulainn's power, so that these warriors would lose their combat effectiveness due to local damage, so that they could return to Ulster and Conchie as soon as possible. Bo continued the battle, so he used the bard's ability.

So, at this moment, exactly as at that moment, everything formed a perfect closed loop. The harp in his hand coincided with the legendary Dagda Harp, causing an earthquake in Morrigan's pupils.

"Good good."

Morrigan gritted his teeth:
"I thought I was a friend from a foreign country, but after a long time, you came to visit me privately and took advantage of me, right?
Although I don’t know your true purpose
But now that I have discovered your secret, it seems that I have to do my best to please you."

And what's even more coincidental is.

"Jiang Bao, there seems to be writing on your harp." Chong Pao noticed something.

"Huh? Let me take a look." Jiang Lu turned sideways and glanced: "Oh, it's true."

"DAGHDA?" Heavy Artillery spelled out English letters: "What does it mean?"

"Ask the ghost-faced fox."

"He went to drink, and he doesn't seem to be sober now."

Jiang Lu looked over and saw that the ghost-faced fox didn't know what was strengthened by the special whiskey. He was dancing and shouting to the soldiers like crazy: "I have a plan to help Cu Chulainn's Northern Expedition!"

"Okay!" The soldiers responded emotionally at first.

Then someone asked: "But my lord, Ulster is already the farthest north, so how can we continue the northern expedition?"

"Then wait until I go south and capture Maeve seven times!"

"it is good!!"

Jiang Lu turned around and said, "That's okay."

"So you don't even know what your harp means?" Heavy Artillery took out his battle ax: "I also have writing on it. I heard from Ghost Faced Fox that it is the name of a legendary blacksmith, which means it was made by him. It's a pity that it was made by him. The thing is, although this blacksmith is very famous, this battle ax is still not as good as Cu Chulainn’s Cursed Spear.”

"Then who can know?"

Jiang Lu didn't take it seriously: "But it should be the same for me, right?"

He suddenly thought of the piano room where he was when he first met Addison: "Probably some bad old man like Addison, I don't really understand."

"Let me see what this person's name is."

Heavy artillery tried to spell it out, but still didn't know how to pronounce it correctly.

The performance of this cultural desert attracted the ridicule of another cultural desert.

“You don’t even know how to spell and pronounce in English, right?”

Jiang Lu opened his mouth and said, "Well, maybe this harp is to commemorate a certain hen who is very good at laying eggs."

"Is that so? Why do I feel like Dagda?"

"With all due respect, what is your highest level of education?"

"I dropped out of junior high school."

"You're laughing so hard, what's the difference between this and being illiterate? I'm highly educated, just listen to me."

"you are?"

Jiang Lu smiled slightly: "A high school student, and not an ordinary high school student. In the monthly test in the third month of the second semester of my first year of high school, I once scored a high score of 61 points in English. It is worth mentioning that the full score was 150. points, and all the tests were multiple-choice questions! In other words, my ability is not at all impressive!”

"Damn it! So literate? That seems really awesome." Chongpao nodded convincingly.

Two words were clearly written on his face - Approval!
(End of this chapter)