You and me under the world tree

"What happened after that?"

"What is the curse?"

However, under their expectation, the man shook his head.

"What is the specific curse, I actually don't know."

Although he had been acting as if he was watching the scene before, but in the end he began to be vague.

"Only from the performance point of view, King Etzel should be very afraid, so he began to order his soldiers to hunt down those black wizard groups on the eastern plain."

This is a fact that can be verified.

Are there dark wizards in the eastern plains?

Of course there is.

The war between Hela and Asgard can be said to have swept across the entire Midgard, so no matter where there are remaining dark wizards, there are no exceptions.

What's more, the eastern plain has been in chaos for a long time, and there are countless people who choose the way of the netherworld for self-protection and profit.

But now, the most critical thing is the matter itself.

"Zizi"

Suddenly, Dietrich, who was holding a wine glass, heard the sound of teeth grinding.

But when she raised her head, what she saw was Hela's distorted expression.

She was so angry that she started grinding her teeth.

"This has nothing to do with me at all!!"

She gritted her teeth in a low voice.

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good afternoon.

By the way, tell me what happened yesterday.

It’s just that wow has been played too much, but the specific reason is not on me [sure]

Someone said yesterday that they wanted to open up the Veil Market, and they said it would take two hours to complete it.

I thought about it for two hours, maybe two hours, and then opened a wave of difficulties, and then almost went out for an afternoon + a night.

The tail king stuck to the explosion, the hardware is not enough, so I switched to normal mode and played [annoyed]

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In this tavern, the witch named Brunhilde, who was actually Hela, became the incompatible person.

But she also at least understands the importance of anonymity.

In the case of using magic to hide oneself without fanfare, the only way to hide is to rely on clothing and various low-key actions.

And those ordinary people in the tavern, except Dietrich as a companion, probably wouldn't think of it either.

The so-called plotter they've heard and talked about is with them.

"However, although I don't know exactly what happened, but the curse must have endangered King Etzel's life."

Completely unaware of the crisis that existed around him, the man who spoke so passionately before continued to speak after taking a big sip of wine.

However, this ambiguity does add a certain degree of credibility to a certain situation.

Who is he after all?

After all, he is not a high-level person in Hungary, nor is he a guard in the palace.

In fact, with his identity as an adventurer, nearly half of what he said was hearsay.

But no one cares about that.

Because most people have no access to that so-called reality.

People in the Harlongen area of ​​Gothic basically don't run out, and the backward traffic completely restricts their travel.

So no one cares what reality actually is.

"That's it, no wonder Xionglan wants to thoroughly investigate the black wizard group on the eastern plain."

"Those bad guys are finally going to have bad luck."

"But then again, if Etzel just died like this, it might be a thing."

With some hazy drunkenness, someone in the tavern began to talk about things between the kingdoms.

They may not be considered quick-witted, but this is after all a casual conversation in their spare time.

So they have no psychological pressure, just open their mouths and come.

"If the Hungarian Kingdom loses Etzel, there will probably be chaos."

How can there be confusion?

In fact, if you ask carefully, they may not be able to tell why.

Because this kind of thing is usually an experience talk that can be seen in books or in reality.

"If Hungary collapses like this, our Goths will be considered to have one less enemy, and there will be no damn war."

The man who spoke was still drunk in his eyes, and the scar on his arm seemed to indicate his identity.

"In this way, we goths can live a little better."

Although this kind of rhetoric completely ignores the possible casualties of other countries, it sounds a little inhumane.

But this is a good thing for Goths, so there is nothing to complain about.

It's just that another news circulating in this land will make them make other judgments.

"However, our lord may feel unhappy."

At this moment, there was a discordant voice in the tavern.

That is a woman.

She was also drinking, although naturally a little drunk.

But at this moment, there was an angry sarcasm on her face.

I usually dare not say some things, but when I am drunk, my sanity will decrease.

There is no psychological defense line, and some complaints just blurt out.

"If Hungary collapses like this, I think our lord will be very disappointed."

And these words poured down like a basin of cold water, instantly waking up the tavern residents who were still hazy and warm and drunk.

At this moment, perhaps the only one who is not fully awake is the woman.

She seemed to want to say something and vent her inner dissatisfaction.

But at the next moment, a man beside her—it looked like her husband directly covered her mouth with his hand.

"No! No!"

She waved her hand.

But soon, the man shouted in a low voice:

"Speaking of this here, you don't want to die!"

His voice is not really loud.

And anyone can see that he has lowered his voice as much as possible.

But the problem is that now the whole tavern is in that shocked but terrified silence.

Almost everyone is watching them.

So obviously, most of the same people knew that the man was whispering closely.

And some people with good hearing can understand what he is talking about.

As for why this happened, it is of course some news circulating in the Harlongen area.

It is said that the lord of the Harlongen area: Fritilla of the Amerungen family was dissatisfied with wanting to recover the power of the lord and create a central court.

Although it didn't happen on the spot, it secretly began to dispatch troops.

Can Lord Fritila succeed in his rebellion?

After he rebelled, he chose to stick to his original territory and guard the road leading to the Danish province.

Or directly lead the army and go all the way through the Danish province to other places?

No one knows this, and the common people don't even want to guess or care what their lords are up to.

They just know that they can't just guess at this kind of stuff.

It's no fun to guess that something will happen, but not to guess.

And more importantly, in fact, the struggle at the top should have nothing to do with them.

Because they cannot be reached, all they care about is their own lives.

"Sorry to bother everyone."

Just like that, dragging his wife who seemed to have finally come to her senses, the man walked out of the tavern.

And it wasn't until they left that the atmosphere in the entire tavern became lively again.

At the same time, Hela looked at Dietrich with strange eyes.

"How does everyone know that your lord may be rebelling?"

"Mobilizing the legion and not accepting the order from the central royal court to reorganize the legion, this is a sign."

Dietrich saw this very clearly.

"However, since such rumors have been circulating among the people for some time, it means that they should start to worry. Once they are anxious, they will hold a secret meeting."

"And at that time, it was the moment to catch everything, right?"

Dietrich didn't answer this point directly, but her cold and helpless expression proved this point.

At that time, no one will survive, because none of these people will survive.

"But I don't really understand why those dark wizards attacked King Etzel."

While they were silent on their side, the voices of these discussions came from the other side.

The drinking denizens of the tavern obviously wouldn't let the subject go.

"Hey, you don't know that, I heard that King Etzel is a powerful warrior who is rare in thousands of years."

At this moment, the red-faced and thick-necked adventurer began to tell the 'reliable' rumors he had heard.

"Since this is the case, isn't the purpose of the Queen of the Nether obvious? She wants to control Etzel and make him a warrior of the Nether."

Before the words were completely finished, Dietrich heard the clearly visible sound of teeth grinding.

At this time, she clearly witnessed the wonderful transformation of the girl in front of her from curiosity, teasing to distortion.

"No way, no way."

Seeing Hela's performance, Dietrich couldn't help but speak.

But in the middle of speaking, he turned his head and coughed lightly, and this behavior made Hela's expression even more distorted.

"You are laughing."

"No, I just have a sore throat."

"Liar! You are definitely laughing! You are laughing at me!"

"No, no, I just think of some happy things, and my throat is a little uncomfortable."