A man in the ark was forced to become a king

What exactly has she experienced outside...

"Zophia, find a rope to tie her up and lock her in the basement. The platinum from the Uncensored Alliance is somewhat valuable."

Ignoring the resonance between her niece and a strange platinum, Ma Enna quickly made a decision.

The captured killer is worthless, but the platinum-level one is not included in this category. She is not important to the Wuzhou Alliance or the Linguang family. No one cares about her life or death, but if she is killed directly, she and Wuzhou will still be killed. the possibility of alliance conflict.

Although it is a bit embarrassing, given the current weak status of the Linguang family, it is really not suitable to cause more trouble.

Since the decline of his family and even the entire knight class, he has become accustomed to similar compromises, and this time is no different.

Anyway, lock it up first, it should come in handy later.

Thinking of this, Maena saw a certain platinum figure with red eyes take the initiative to put the remaining hidden weapons and other small props on the ground, and obediently stretched out his hands and handed them to Zofia so that she could tie them up with ropes. , and whispered a promise: "I won't run away, I won't go anywhere!"

"..."

Why do I feel like I have an even worse headache?

"Take her down quickly."

For various reasons, Ma Enna said that he didn't want to see this weird guy anymore. He tugged at the stubble on his chin and focused his attention on Margaret, who was holding his sister, and his expression recovered. Always serious.

"Tell me, Margaret, where have you been during this time. Then, I will take you to see your father. His current situation... is very bad."

"Don't you wait until Aunt Zofia comes back?"

Margaret put her sister in her arms on the sofa and said seriously: "I have a lot of experience to talk about. What is more important now is grandpa's body. Take me to see him first, uncle."

"Alright."

Ma Enna did not refuse, turned around and walked towards the stairs leading to the second floor, talking as he walked.

At home, he behaves more gently, not as rigid and serious as he does outside.

"You know about my father's body. He is very old. The damage he has accumulated in the past has caused his body to age quickly and become more and more lethargic. Especially after you left, it became difficult for him to move by himself. "

"The doctor has no effective way and can only rest. The room on the second floor has the best lighting and ventilation. If it is morning, you can bask in the sun even if you are not moving in bed. In addition, we Can’t do more.”

The implication is that the old man's time is running out.

Of course, Margaret understood the meaning of her uncle's words. She clenched her hands into fists, lowered her eyes, and went upstairs in silence.

The ajar door opened slightly. In the simply decorated room, the blond old man sat on the bedside. He noticed the movement of the door and turned to look over.

He is already very old, with wrinkles covering his cheeks, and even his hair has lost its former luster. His arms covered with scars are like dry branches, with only a layer of skin covering the bones.

Time does not favor anyone, not even the legendary hero Casimir can resist the erosion of time.

Cyril Linguang, the long knight of the Linguang family, the man who once created the legend, has now become so old that it is extremely difficult for him to move.

But his eyes were still bright, bursting with astonishing brilliance the moment he saw Margaret.

"Margaret, you are back."

"Yes, I'm back, Grandpa."

Margaret lowered her head slightly, not daring to look directly into those eyes. She knew how much trouble her original behavior had brought to the family, and she was also responsible for the old man's current state.

"It'll be good to come back, ahem, it'll be good to come back."

Cyril's voice was as weak as his body, or he was overly excited, and he started coughing mid-sentence. His eyes were always focused on his granddaughter, never leaving him for a second.

Ma Enna stepped forward to help, but was pushed away by him.

"No, I'm not that old yet."

"Grandpa, your body..."

"Ahem, don't worry, Margaret, I'm very satisfied to see you again."

The old man smiled and held Margaret's outstretched palm, and sighed: "If I could still hold a gun, if I could still boast of a war horse, you wouldn't have to go through that..."

"I'm sorry, Margaret, we don't have the ability to protect you from the wind and rain."

"That's not your fault, Grandpa!"

Margaret took out her palm, fumbled in her pocket under the puzzled eyes of the old man and Ma Enna, took out a small porcelain bottle the size of a thumb, held it carefully in her hand, pulled out the stopper, and handed it over.

"Drink it, it will make you feel better."

"Okay, okay, Margaret has grown up too."

Cyril took the porcelain bottle tremblingly and poured it over with a smile.opponent

The thumb-sized bottle has a very limited capacity. The thick golden liquid flows down the bottle mouth, and the vitality that is so rich that it is extremely clear even if you don't notice it suddenly bursts out.

There was only one drop of gold liquid, but the effect was very obvious. At the moment of entrance, the old man's body floated with a hazy glow, his arms were filled with flesh and blood again, the loose skin became tight, and the weak and skinny body grew stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye. The wrinkles all over his cheeks disappeared one by one.

In a few breaths, Cyril Linguang changed from an old man to a middle-aged man in his forties or fifty, and even his blond hair shone.

"This, this is?"

Ma Enna was dumbfounded after witnessing everything, and his expression management failed completely. He even raised his head and rubbed his eyes to make sure he was not hallucinating.

A miracle was born right before his eyes.

The story in the fairy tale became reality, and the lost time returned to his father again.

His eyes were focused on the small porcelain vase with the characteristics of the Yan Kingdom, and his thoughts were in a mess.

So what is it that can instantly restore an old man who cannot move to a strong middle-aged state?

Such a treasure, even if placed in the upper echelons of Casimir, would attract countless powerful people to compete for it. How did Margaret get it?

"Margaret! Where did you find it?!"

However, before he could ask, Cyril, who had returned to his prime, jumped out of the bed and held Margaret's shoulders.

After getting rid of his aging body, there was no trace of joy on the old man's face. Instead, he frowned, his eyes full of worry.

He could feel the surging vitality flowing through his body. The vitality carried by that drop of gold liquid directly brought him back to his former peak state. The remaining parts were still being integrated into flesh and blood, making his body stronger. Although his appearance was 50 He looks 20 years old, but judging from his physical condition, it is not an exaggeration to say he is in his [-]s.

The word "precious" is no longer enough to describe such a treasure. In his decades of life, he has never heard of such a thing existing in the world. What price did his little granddaughter pay for it?

He must figure this out!

"Buy, buy..."

Margaret was startled by her uncle and grandpa's reaction. She shrank and answered in a low voice.

"Nonsense! You can buy this?!"

The old man, who had returned to his prime, shouted loudly like a bell, not believing it at all.

"Tell me honestly, grandpa, where did it come from? What price did you pay?"

"I really bought it. If you want to talk about the price..."

Margaret thought for a while and then spoke uncertainly: "I borrowed a sum of money from Kelu Xier, and I have to pay it back in two years."

Thinking of the smiling profiteer, the young knight couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

I was deceived into taking out a loan to buy a suit of armor, but I still haven't paid it off. This time I bought gold tree dew drops and originally thought of borrowing some from Huang and Shining. Unfortunately, Huang was also very poor and didn't have much money. Shining did have some savings. , but not much, and there was no other way. Considering her grandfather's physical condition, she could only bite the bullet and borrow a loan from the profiteer, even though she knew the interest would be high, but there was nothing she could do.

"Are you serious?"

Ma Enna was confused. He felt as if he was listening to a joke. Can such a thing be bought with money?Or a loan?

There has to be a limit to making things up. Do he and the old man look alike fools?

"What did I lie to you for?"

Margaret took out a finger-sized glass test tube from the small bag fixed on the belt at her waist, and uncorked the bottle. The crystal golden liquid swayed slightly with her movements, and rich vitality burst out from it. The effect was worse than before. A lot.

"All official operators of Dew Drops are eligible to purchase it. I am a field operator and have a fixed ration every month. However, the effect of the allocated Dew Drops cannot meet my grandfather's needs. If I want better ones, I can only go there myself. purchase."

The girl carefully observed the expressions of the two elders and added in a low voice: "Actually, it's not very expensive, but I don't have money."

"..."

"..."

Realizing that what Margaret said seemed to be true, and there was evidence in front of them, Cyril and Maena looked at each other and fell into a long silence.

Chapter 42 The country of knights has never existed

"Well, you know, that's a little hard to accept, but you're doing a really good job."

After a long silence, Ma Enna rubbed his brows and temporarily suppressed the messy thoughts. He knew that his niece had never been a good liar. The absence of any strange behavior proved that they were all true.

...Although it still feels like listening to a story.

However, no matter what, it is a fact that the old man's body has recovered, so he no longer has to worry about how to solve today's matter.

The Linguang family with Cyril and the Linguang family without Cyril are completely different things. Only when the old man's body is declining and his condition deteriorates to the point where it is difficult to even move, do those guys dare to go a little too far.

Even then, they didn't really use harsh methods against the original Margaret, they just expelled her from Casimir.

Now that the old man is back in his prime, he doesn't even need to do complicated things. As long as he goes out on the road openly and lets those who peek in the dark see that he is still strong, most of the conspiracies brewing in secret will disappear on their own.

Not afraid of bitterness and darkness.

The family motto of the Linguang family has been engraved on the weapons of the knights in battle since the dawn of the Golden Plains, and has been passed down to this day.

It is undeniable that today's knight group has long lost the glory of the past, but the reputation of those knights in battle has never been illusory.

Even if they were taken away from the title of nobility and lost their position at the top of power, they still possess a decisive force. No one can ignore their existence, not even the flourishing commercial federation, because the soldiers guarding the border went crazy. Really turns their game upside down.

And Cyril Linguang is a war hero recognized by all the Knights of the Campaign. Even the current chairman of the Supervisory Committee and Grand Knight of the Knights of the Campaign is his close comrade. Offending him is basically equivalent to offending everyone. No one is willing to bear that price when fighting against the knights.

The old man's recovery made the Linguang family's situation suddenly improve.

For Ma Enna, having his father in this state can allow him to relax for a long time. At least, he no longer has to endure silently to ensure the survival of the family.

that's enough.

"With your father here, you can stay at home with peace of mind, and no one will come to trouble you. In addition, you can ask for his opinion on what you want to do, and don't be impulsive."

"You are no longer a child, Margaret. You should think more maturely."

"in addition--"

Ma Enna was sorting out her thoughts as she spoke, and faced Margaret with an unusually solemn expression: "I don't know who you are working for now, but a treasure that can bring people back to their youth must be worth a lot of money, no matter how much you borrow for it. No matter how much money you have, I will bear it with you."

"Hahahaha, what nonsense are you talking about? This old guy like me is not dead yet, so there is no need for you kids to stand in front of me."

After understanding that his granddaughter really did not pay a serious price for treating his body, Cyril was in a good mood. His strong body made him feel as if he had returned to the days of his youth when he was on the battlefield, and his words were full of heroism.

"Although the Linguang family has declined, I am still here. Everything that once belonged to us can be recovered. All together, we are quite wealthy. It's just money. There is no need to worry about it."

"If those old people who are living a low life know that you can buy such a magical object with money, they will not let it go even if they lose everything. Compared to them, I am lucky enough."

"Uh, grandpa, actually, the purchase I'm talking about is not with those regular currencies, but with the contribution points we use internally, which need to be obtained by performing tasks... It doesn't matter, as long as you complete this task, those The loan is nothing.”

Margaret was stunned for a moment, waved her hands quickly, and said seriously: "Grandpa, Casimir needs to change, we have no time!"

"No time?"

Cyril couldn't quite understand this sentence, but he didn't think about it in detail and directly regarded it as the eagerness and impulsiveness of a young man.

His granddaughter is good at everything, her talent and character are impeccable, but she is too idealistic.

Of course, this is not really a big problem. Young people with outstanding talents are always a little arrogant. They have not really been exposed to the dark side of the world. As long as they feel that they are right, they will do it without hesitation.

Many people have passed through this stage, and he was the same back then. He also had a passion to reverse Casimir's decadence.

However, it was too difficult. Even in his position, there was nothing he could do. Even his son and daughter-in-law were involved in the dispute and there has been no news to this day.

Precisely because of his personal experience, he didn't want his young granddaughter to take that path early.

"Margaret, I know your thoughts. I have also seen your determination to change Casimir. As an elder, I will not stop your choice."

"Father--"

"Quiet, Ma'na."

Cyril waved his hand to interrupt Ma Enna, his golden eyes stared into Margaret's eyes, and his tone gradually became stern: "But, have you really thought about what to do? Are you capable of bringing your ideas to reality? ?”

"I've thought about it, Grandpa, as long as the Business Federation is disbanded, we can-"

"Have you thought about it? Huh, I see, you have no idea what you are doing, and you don't know what consequences your actions will bring!"

The loud voice vibrated in the indoor space. Cyril, who had returned to his prime, stood like an iron tower. His terrifying momentum spread out, and even caused substantial waves out of thin air.

"It is not difficult to disintegrate the business federation. It is not impossible for us to even take control of those big companies, because we have the strongest force in Casimir."