You and me under the world tree

He can't even intervene at will.

"Sometimes being ordinary is a blessing."

Howard couldn't help but whispered.

At the same time, his eyes turned to Studas.

After noticing the sage's gaze, Studus first drank a glass of wine, and then grinned.

"I don't think ordinaryness is a blessing. Ordinaryness means incompetence, and incompetence means that there is no way to deal with disasters."

Having said that, he let out a long sigh of relief.

"If you want me to say, people should drink the strongest wine, eat the best meat, and make immortal achievements to be praised by others."

This is an extremely popular heroic rhetoric in Midgard, and it is also the standard of a 'hero'.

However, for different people, the so-called 'ordinary' definition is not the same.

"For you, isn't this 'ordinary'?"

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Sigurd and Sigurd are the same word, but they are not the same person, so they are distinguished by different translations

There was also a 'ring' sivard before him who was also a sigrud

Chapter 61: I hope I won't betray her trust

In fact, in Hodder's view, the so-called 'ordinary' can only be heard casually.

If you really think that those strong people will live an ordinary life like ordinary people and be bound by the ordinary in a broad sense, it is a big mistake.

For the strong, the so-called ordinary they yearn for is just a fantasy caused by their inner exhaustion.

If you really want them to accept the ordinary restrictions together, it will make them feel more uncomfortable than killing them.

To put it bluntly, they just hope to stay away from the vortex that makes them tired and live the life they want quietly.

Among them, the most critical is 'freedom'.

And that's the case with Studdas.

For him, the so-called 'ordinary' is his current situation.

Although this state is actually far from the kind of daily life in the eyes of ordinary people, as long as he is happy.

Anyway, he doesn't have to think about those messy things, that's enough.

As the prince of Gitland, being in the Gothic is itself a kind of maximum concession.

But here, he has a lord worthy of allegiance, and the lord takes good care of his feelings.

While trusting him, he did not let him participate in the messy things in the palace.

This is the life he looks forward to.

Because he doesn't have to respond to the expectations of other people except the monarch.

Moreover, being as powerful as the triumphant king does not need to use so-called checks and balances to suppress his subordinates.

She is powerful, so she has the privilege in this regard.

Under the circumstances that her own strength is enough to overwhelm the army and split the city, if she is not greedy for profit, or extremely stupid, then she will never have any rebellious thoughts.

For Studus, the stronger the monarch, the better off he will be.

Anyway, now he doesn't need to think about other things, he just needs to think about how to guard the eastern defense line.

He doesn't need to think about court struggles, he just needs to protect the border and repel all enemies who dare to invade as a soldier.

And now, when the sage fully pointed out these situations that no one would pay attention to at ordinary times and regarded them as a kind of 'reality', he would not refute them.

Being stupid and being really stupid are two different things.

He can say that he has tried his best in front of others, but in front of that powerful sage, such words are pure fart.

There are some things he can do, but really don't have to.

It's fine now.

Thinking of this, Studus finally averted his gaze.

He just looked away.

Because at this time, a maid had already walked in front of him carrying a plate of meat.

Just when the maid was about to say something, Studus just waved his hand.

"Okay, you go down."

he opened his mouth to speak.

The maid also bowed, and then gently backed away.

And before Studus could touch the piece of meat, Hodder just reached out and picked up the whole plate.

After all, he also ordered this thing—although because of the phantom magic, the maid would most likely think it was the meat that Studus wanted.

But Studus wouldn't go grab meat just because of this.

Anyway, at the banquet, this kind of food must be enough.

But even so, he still felt subtle.

"So Your Excellency the Sage came here just to get bread and meat?"

"And wine."

"..."

After hearing the sage's words that seemed to be supplementary, Studus couldn't help stretching out his hand and scratching the back of his head.

He doesn't think he's stupid either, it's just that sometimes it's hard to keep up with his thinking.

And when he turned his head, what he saw was a smile revealed under the black cloak.

But soon, this smile disappeared.

"Actually, I just came here to say a few words."

As for what he wanted to talk about, Studus felt that he should know about the same.

"There are not many people she can trust."

Just when Studus thought so, the sage's voice echoed in his ears.

"So, if you can, help as much as you can."

Then, Studus frowned instinctively.

To be honest, he didn't like hearing it mentioned.

It was as if he himself would not fulfill his responsibilities and needed to be reminded.

And with his personality, if the man in front of him hadn't pulled him back when his warrior path was about to collapse, and even human beings almost had nothing to do, and turned that curse into strength, he would have lost his temper.

But the person who is speaking now is the sage from the Kingdom of the Netherlands, so he feels helpless.

"I understand this kind of thing."

Studus sighed.

"Also, it's actually more useful for you to tell my uncle about this kind of thing. He is the current commander-in-chief of all armies and has the power to rule the Gothic army."

Hearing these words, which were obviously diverting the target, Hiltebrand couldn't help raising his brows.

What should he say?

The style and attitude that Studas still upholds now even makes him feel dumbfounded.

"I'm old."

That's all he could say.

"Stay strong with age, Master of Arms."

Looking at the two joking there, Hodder didn't say anything more.

In fact, he also knew that some of his words had no meaning at all.

Because this can be regarded as a kind of questioning of people.

Why remind?

Is it because they are worried that they will not try their best?

And this kind of questioning is naturally unpleasant.

To put it bluntly, I just eat radish salty and worry about it, and I have nothing to do.

It's just that Hodder still couldn't help reminding:

"Your responsibilities are very important, especially in the current Gothic environment. Large-scale reforms must bring about strong shocks."

After hearing these words, Hiltebrand turned around.

However, he found that the incomparably conspicuous black-robed wizard seemed to have completely disappeared.

Not even a shadow of a person remained.

Then, he frowned slightly.

"Is it shaking?"

He sighed.

"Some things could have been avoided, don't worry so much, kid."

He looked at the triumphant king sitting on the seat, and she was smiling and toasting as before.

As if unaware.

It seemed to be covering up something.

After seeing Dietrich's seemingly unchanging expression, Hiltebrand sighed while feeling happy.

I am happy because she has finally come to this point and inherited the throne that should have belonged to her.

As for the helplessness in her heart, it was her choice.

"Studus."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but speak.

"Ok?"

"Your Excellency the Sage is right, Goth really needs to rely on us next."

As for why, it is of course related to His Majesty.

"Your Majesty will never stay for long, she has more important things to do, so we cannot live up to her trust and expectations."

"Yes, I know."

At this moment, Studus narrowed his eyes, and then looked around.

"I see……"

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Good morning everyone_(:з」∠)_