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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. "
"So what you mean is..." Conchieber pondered the man's words with his immature mind: "Can my current patience allow me to gain more in the future and completely change everything?"
"That's pretty much what it means." The man nodded with satisfaction: "What a clever little guy."
"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."
"That's not called lying, let me think..."
The man looked at Conchieber's father's tombstone:
"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.”
"But..." Conchieber hesitated.
"Are you still worried about not doing well?"
"Um..."
"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."
The man flicked Conchieber's forehead:
"The game of growing up to be a king is quite interesting."
"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 that place is not my jurisdiction, so I'm not sure about it." 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: "What you said is the same as saying nothing..."
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 important to you?" Jiang Lu spoke nonsense.
"No, no, I can handle it on my own."
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 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?”