Count Kirrlutz was facing a huge crisis. He had two children, both of whom were far more talented than ordinary people in both combat and magic.
This made Count Kirrlutz deeply proud of them, but one of his children, Eitke, became obsessed with the Holy Spirit a year ago, leading to the gradual abandonment of both combat and magic learning.
This incident also became a big problem for Count Kirrlutz.
But the final result was lucky, Eitke became a member of the Iron Country's strongest knight group, the Iron Casters.
This was a supreme honor for Count Kirrlutz, although he did not understand how Eitke got this honor from beginning to end.
And the crisis Count Kirrlutz was facing now was … He knew that his second son was also playing the Holy Spirit!
Count Kirrlutz's second son was named Wall. He and Eitke were twin brothers, born at almost the same time, and they often competed for the position of the eldest brother.
"Father, this is just something I use to kill time. Now that you have brought me to Noland, I can't participate in any gladiatorial competitions."
Wall's physique was much stronger than Eitke's, and there were many hideous scars on his hands and arms. These scars were also the reason why he was able to defeat Eitke.
"… …"
Count Kirrlutz heard his son's defense and could only look out the window.
The speed of the Noland portal recharging was faster than in the past few years. The central portal, which originally needed three months to open, was now opened again in less than a month.
Count Kirrlutz also came to Noland through the portal of Ossen Castle.
This was his second visit to Noland after two years.
His first impression of this magic city was that the colors on the streets were a lot more than two years ago.
All kinds of giant paintings could be seen on both sides of the road in Noland, and many of them could even move.
"In the span of two years, this city has become a little annoying."
Count Kirrlutz scratched his ears. After coming to the street, he could always hear music coming from the shops on the street.
"This song is called Believer. Father, you should listen to it as well. I listen to it when I'm practicing my swordsmanship or when I'm in the arena."
Wall tightened the bandage wrapped around his hand. Ever since his brother Ethek left the Ossen Castle arena, he had firmly occupied the position of number one gladiator.
Wall attributed the rapid increase in strength along the way to the power brought by this music.
"It makes my blood burn, Father," Wall said, staring at Cruz seriously.
The music playing on the street was very mixed, and the magic carriage had left the shop where Believer was playing, so Count Kirrlutz did not have the chance to appreciate what this blood-burning song was like.
He wasn't very interested either.
"The sound of gears and steel is the most beautiful sound in the world, remember!" Count Kirrlutz said.
This was also the reason for Count Kirrlutz's irritation. Many years ago, when he was in Noland, he could always hear the sound of steam coming from the other side of the River of Gears, but now it was replaced by all kinds of music.
"Yes, yes."
Count Kirrlutz's son, Wall, did not take his words to heart at all. Wall's eyes were fixed on the interface of the magic net.
"Who do you want to attack this time?" Count Kirrlutz asked suddenly.
His son had a pair of wolf-like eyes, and on the arena, weak enemies would be afraid just by being stared at by him.
Count Kirrlutz was too familiar with him. Whenever he showed that grin, a challenger would always be beaten to the point of being unable to stand up in an alley in Ossen Castle.
"A reckless guy on the Holy Spirit," he said. "It's just a game. He's been chasing me and saying that he wants me to take back my words. It just so happens that he's in Noland now."
"This is Noland. Don't be too heavy-handed," Count Kirrlutz said with a frown.
"I can't promise you, Father." He had no intention of hiding his thoughts at all. "That incompetent Ethek got the Ironsmith's Medal by relying on the Holy Spirit, which makes me very unhappy."
He held the bandage wrapped around his hand tightly, like a wolf looking for prey.
… …
Clary felt that she was not far from dying for the second time, which meant that her soul would be destroyed.
In her soul state, Clary also needed to rest mentally.
But ever since she and her brother Monet participated in the Holy Spirit Tournament as Chaos Demons, she had not slept for almost twenty days!
Clary swore that this was definitely the most severe punishment in the world. Twenty days of high-intensity Holy Spirit training made her feel nauseous when she heard the phrase "the horn of war has sounded".
Fortunately, this almost torturous training finally ended today.
Clary did not have any perception of this Chaos Demon's body, but she could clearly hear that after his hand let go of the crystal mouse, all the bones and muscles in his body let out a soreness that was close to falling apart.
"You bunch of trash have barely become a bunch of trash that can fight."
The Lich Lord, who was far more terrifying than a demon, sat at the end of the long table, looking at the group of Blood Breed dependents who had collapsed on the table and could not move.
"Tomorrow, you will go to Noland."
At that moment, the Blood Duke also returned to the hall. He went to the side of the dependents who were sitting in the hall, and placed his hand on their shoulders.
Scarlet magic surged in his hand. In the next second, the expression on the face of the "I'm so sleepy that I want to die" expression became much more energetic.
When the Blood Duke went to the Chaos Demon controlled by Clary …
"You have one night of rest," he said apologetically.
Clary finally understood why the Sacred Army regarded the Devil Realm as hell. Even the slaves in the human world did not have to work continuously for more than twenty days, and then only rest for one night.
"Lord Duke, I wish to return to my residence to pack some things."
Clary made this request with a tired voice.
She had endured for a full twenty days just to wait for this moment.
This Holy Spirit Tournament was the only chance to get rid of the Fourth Princess, Fuya.
She would be exposed to the human world, and Clary would have a chance to get close to her.
But to be on the safe side, Clary had to inform Bishop Gainko first …
The Blood Duke agreed to Clary's request. She could only drag her heavy body and stagger towards the exit. Her brother Monet's consciousness was already half-awake.
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