Chapter 197 Brothers turn against each other

As Kalad walked on the street, his attention was captured too much by the strange image of Merovingian knights, and he did not notice the strangeness of his brother at all. He did not see his brother until after the award was given.

Soon Callard realized that Bertelli was angry, but he also knew very well where Bertelli would go.

It's nothing more than making love to the lady who admires him in a tavern, or a private room on the second floor of the tavern. In Kalad's eyes, his brother will always be a child, and he just needs to release his emotions.

He didn't seem to care and walked towards the tavern in the city. It was a gathering place for intelligence and a good place for entertainment and fun, but he just wanted to make sure that his younger brother, who was getting interested, was there.

Kalad has always been like this... he indulges his younger brother, and has even pushed away the family's property. He has already thought about going to the wilderness to explore the Holy Grail, but he is definitely not a good brother. For him

Although Bertelli is important, he doesn't know how to care.

As he is now, normally one should pull him out of the tavern to save him from the dust again, and treat him with his own sign of strictness, which would be considered a severe concern, but Galad will only confirm his situation

, and then indulge in his pleasure.

He walked into a place full of alcohol. The smell here made Callard, who was not a drinker, a little unaccustomed to it. He would not ask a lady to go to bed with him. In this regard, the Duke of Bordeaux might have some differences with him.

Few common languages.

People were playing and playing, and it was rare to find such a leisure place in Musilon. Kalad strolled by. It was dinner time, there were many people and it was chaotic.

Kalad could hear everyone here discussing one thing.

"Do you know about Bordeaux's giant ship?!"

"Boldero's ship, have you heard of it?"

"Well, Roel, are you clear?"

"Oh my god, is that really something made by humans?"

"I heard that the Holy Grail Knight is also up there."

Holy Grail Knight... These words made Kalad pause slightly. This was his lifelong goal, and Mousilon had not seen a Holy Grail Knight for a long time, and it even made him feel that he might have no hope in this life.

Bordeleau's great ship...

Kalad remembered this name silently in his heart...

He walked up to the tavern owner in a familiar manner, and the owner also understood. "Lord Bertelli just left. He may have discussed some important matter with the Kingdom knight in the duel today."

Kalad took out three pennies and thanked him. This was not the first time he had done this. Since Bertelli would come to the pub carelessly, it could be seen that he had no idea how much his brother cared about him.

life.

"In which direction?" Callard asked.

The bartender replied, "Let me think about it, in the east, over there in Haikou."

Kalad replied, "Thank you." He walked out of the tavern and rode on his white horse. The farmers on the roadside saluted him, but he didn't care. His heart was already filled with uneasiness.

Bertelli... Bertelli... What are you and that knight doing?!

Kalad's sharp intuition told him that he could not indulge this time!

When the horses' clattering hooves and the beating of drums came to the easternmost part of the village, the figures of three horses were looming in the distance.

Kalad approached very quickly and pulled out his sword blade. He had already seen the damn Merovingian, or in his head, the guy named Moroun.

"Stop!"

"Bertley, what are you causing trouble?!"

He was as stern as the wind and thunder, but he had no fear of Merovingian, Peter Fontey or his brother Bertelli.

Merovingian said. "I invite him to come to my territory as a guest and become my champion."

Kalad could feel something was wrong with that guy. "What is your territory called? Tell me!"

Merovingian did not answer, but just glanced at his disciple. At this moment, Bertelli was wearing a dark hood that blocked his face. His favorite armor and cloak had many holes, and his suit of armor also changed.

It's strange, there are many sharp thorns.

His voice sounded hoarse. "Don't worry about Lord Moron's territory, Kalad. It has nothing to do with you. It is my own decision to become Lord Moron's disciple."

Normally, Kalad would naturally not care, but the person in front of him was definitely not a human being...

"No...no, this is the only one that won't work. Come back here, Bertelli!"

Bertelli shook his head. "You are usually better than me at everything, and you take care of me in everything. Everyone says you can become a Knight of the Holy Grail, and at most I will inherit the few scraps of land in the family."

"Of course you have hope, and I want to appear weak and cowardly, but this is the only thing you can't decide, my brother."

The words were very intimate, but sweat broke out on Kalad's forehead. "What, what do you mean! What are you doing?!"

Duke Merovingian spoke at this moment. "That's enough. There's no need. I've already found a talent like your brother. I'm satisfied. It's natural to take him back to the territory."

Kalad drew the sword of Garaon and pointed the gleaming blade at Duke Merovingian.

"You beast, what kind of evil are you, and how can you bewitch my brother?!"

Duke Merovingian was not angry at all. There were still many people who insulted him in these thousand years, but not many of them lived as long as he did!

But Bertelli just met his master and his master today. Naturally, he couldn't tolerate this man's insults. Bertelli pulled out a dark red sword. It was made by the magic of Duke Merovingian. It was dazzling and coquettish.

Awesome.

It made people feel suffocated and frightened, and the lines like muscles were beating on it, which only made Galad more sure of the fear in his heart.

And his younger brother actually drew his sword and pointed it at him...

"You... you... you're not a big or small thing! I taught you swordsmanship and made you ride a horse. Are you treating me like this?"

"Our father passed away early, and he forgot how I supported the family! Can you make sure those bastard lords don't take our things?"

"Now that you have grown up and your wings have hardened, follow this, this..." Kalad thought for a long time, but he never thought about what Duke Merovingian was.

"This... enemy of Batoni! Let's go?"

When Duke Merovingian heard this, he was not angry but happy, cracking an inhuman smile. "The enemy of the enemy, the enemy of Batoni..."

"Haha, what a name, what a name! It's strong but a bit sinister. I want people to call me that in the future. Bretonnia will also have to change its name. Let me think about it?"

"How's the Ghoul Court?"

These words made Galad sweatdrop. "You...what are you talking about, what are you talking about, the Ghoul King's Court?"

"Who are you, exactly are you..."

Galad saw a lot of ancient monuments, especially in his hometown. There was a person in Musilon that everyone knew, and even King Raun was said to be afraid of him.

"You are...you are?!"

Duke Merovingian revealed his fangs, and his handsome face turned into a terrifying bat-like shape. At this moment, Bertelli also took off his hood, revealing his transforming, terrifying face!

Bertelli said hoarsely, "I have returned to the Lord of Musilon, and his territory is Musilon!"

Galad only felt cold and cold all over his body. He was so courageous, but he still understood that he could not let go of this evil spirit. He had to kill him! He had to defeat him!

"Ah! You devil who made Musilon suffer..."

"If you hadn't declared war on the kingdom, Musilon wouldn't have been deprived of such a large land now!"

Duke Merovingian just smiled. "It is written by the victors in history. If you have only read the second half of the volume and think that I am a tyrant, enslaving people, and asking for trouble by starting a war with the Bretonnian knights, how do you understand the first half of the volume?"

half?"

"I, the Merovingian Duke, have been fighting in the plains for decades, reaching the Rats in the south, and saving thousands of people from the red plague in Musilon! I have fought against Norsca in the north, and sheltered Bordeaux for decades! All the major lords, all the major dukes

, even their direct descendants are still in debt to me!"

"But what was their reward? They pointed the blade at me at my celebration banquet! They said I was cannibalistic and blood-sucking, and that my servants were ugly and deformed!"

"The kingdom drew its sword on me, so I drank its blood. What happened!?"

Kalad cursed. "You use human oil as candles and human blood as wine, and entertain the great dukes. How can the king eat it?"

"You just treat humans as beasts and can be exploited at will!"

Merovingian laughed. "What about you knights? Take nine out of ten and keep one for yourself~"

Kalad cursed. "This is for the knights to protect the peasants. The knights sacrifice their lives for the peasants, so what if they donate some labor force?"

"If the harvest is short, the knights will drink less wine and eat less delicious food, so that the farmers can store more food!"

"And you only long for things that flow in human pulses at any time!"

Merovingian didn't say much. He just asked Bertelli to say, "Solve your matter. It's over. Let's meet in the castle."

Bertelli rode forward with a terrifying and disgusting face, which made Galad feel chilled. Merovingian, like the knight, was nothing, walking slowly towards the east.

Galad's expression was complicated. "You...you just dedicated your life and soul to that evil spirit?"

Bertelli wiped the blade of the knife. "For its strength, why not?"

Galad asked. "You betrayed your kindred and your lady like this?"

Bertelli was riding a fast horse. "If it's an ideal, why not?"

Galad asked again. "Then you can let my swords touch each other! I'm going to kill you!"

Bertelli shouted, "For the sake of victory, why not!"
To be continued...