The Barrage Said, I Am the Final Villain In the Game

  Chapter 190 Fantasy is not so easy to shine into reality (two in one)

   "What a nuisance."

  Irene pulled her beautiful boots out of the muddy mountain road with a face full of disgust.

  Her luck seems to be a little bit bad, the huge exam venue was passed to such a place.

   After breaking free, she took out her own Philosopher's Stone, but she was not prepared to inject magic power into it.

  She is not planning to take this exam.

  If outsiders see her actions, they will definitely be puzzled.

  In the eyes of outsiders, Miss Karan is like a beautiful, dazzling and proud white swan, never bowing her head in front of anyone. No matter where she is, as long as there is competition, she will definitely strive for the number one position.

  But now, she actually wants to give up this exam?

   "I have more important things to do." Irene rubbed the warm stone, smiled lightly and shook her head.

  For her at this stage, it is indeed a must to hone herself through the exam.

   But if you want to take the long view, there's never been a better time than now.

  As far as she knows, in recent days, the main forces in power headed by the royal family have begun to weaken the aristocratic circle headed by the Enoch family.

  Although it seems that the things that have been cut off are innocuous at present, what is more important is the attitude of the royal family towards this matter.

Every knife of the royal family cuts the ground just right, so that they themselves can't find any faults. Even if there is anger, there is no reason to radiate it. This phenomenon shows that they have planned it for a long time. Must be pulled out.

  It must be extremely exciting for such a strong attitude to fall into the eyes of ordinary emerging nobles.

  Because in peacetime, the promotion of nobles is as difficult as reaching the sky.

  The pits are limited, and if someone occupies them, it will be difficult to drive them out.

   And if there is a vacancy in the position, it will naturally have to be filled.

  For the new nobles, this may be their only chance in a lifetime, and they will definitely go in and get a foot in. They can only get a foot in.

  The new aristocrats are not as deep as the "traditional aristocrats" who have long taken root in this land, whether in terms of power or public prestige within the scope of management.

  The history of the Enoch family is longer than that of the Rhine Kingdom, and it can be regarded as a member of the traditional aristocratic family, which is relatively top-notch.

  So the traditional nobles expressed extremely strong dissatisfaction with the actions of the royal family.

   After all, when the Rhine Kingdom was founded, it relied on a lot of strength and resources belonging to the traditional nobles, but now, it has to bite back.

   Whoever it is, has to be angry.

  However, ordinary traditional nobles obviously have no way to express their anger, but they are not willing to swallow it.

  So, they found Duke Karan.

  The Karan family is the most powerful traditional aristocrat within the Rhine Kingdom. Within the territories they manage, Karan's surname is even more willing to be worshiped than the royal family.

If you can get the help of Karan, no matter how powerful the king is, he can only give up. Most traditional nobles have their own territories, and they don't care about the life and death of other people, and they don't care what the country is called. Whether the name collapses or not, it is not impossible for a head-to-head to have a civil war, but if the king wants to keep the crown on his head, he must care about people's livelihood.

   Of course, this is only an extreme case.

  War is one of the means of gaining benefits, but in that chaotic situation, no one can say that they will definitely be able to get their own demands from it.

  Traditional aristocrats generally belong to the extreme conservatives who yearn for a thousand years of inheritance, and are unlikely to be willing to take excessive risks.

   All in all, they approached the Duke of Karan, only hoping that he would stand by their side, add some confidence to negotiate, and stop the royal family from taking action.

  However, the Karan family did not give a clear reply.

  The current head of the Karan family is Irene's grandfather, and this old man, who is close to dying, has begun to gradually decentralize power and prepare to train future generations to take over.

  Normally speaking, the successor would undoubtedly be Irene's father Baglet, but the strange thing is that when the old man faced this matter, he found not only Irene's father, but also her.

  The Karan family asked the two of them to talk about their opinions, and although the father and daughter are father and daughter, the differences in opinions are quite different.

  Although Baglet lived a dissolute life, his judgment on things still belonged to the conservative thinking of traditional aristocrats. He said that it is okay to participate, but not contribute.

  Eileen's idea is exactly the opposite.

  She believes that support is needed, and efforts must be made, but the object is not to support the traditional aristocracy, but the emerging aristocracy.

  Irene's idea fell into Baglet's eyes, which was naturally whimsical. He mocked Irene as a naive child, saying that she didn't understand smooth politics at all, and only wanted to pursue excitement, and forgot about the inheritance of nobles. And Erin countered, saying that an old thing like him would be washed down the drain by the street sweeper dump sooner or later.

  The two argued endlessly, but the old man said nothing, so the matter was shelved for the time being.

   But this certainly won't be the case for long.

  Baglett is recognized as the future heir no matter what, and his ideas are reasonable, so it is easy to win the support of other people in the family, but Irene is a little girl, and it is really too difficult to get support.

  If Patriarch Karan has remained silent, then the final outcome of the matter must be led by Baglet.

   Irene is naturally unwilling to be a loser, so in recent days, she has been wandering around, trying to get support. Although the results are minimal, she never gives up.

Because if the result is in favor of her, it means that she has the ability to occupy a certain level in the family. In addition, Grandpa's vague attitude seems to be choosing an heir. If she wants to win support in the future, she must be better than now. Much simpler.

   "For my father, what he hates the most now must be that grandpa has lived for too long. He must have lived until I grow up."

  Irene stretched lazily, her youthful curves were outlined by the golden sunlight, which was extremely alluring.

  Heaved a sigh of relief, she clenched the Philosopher's Stone tightly and was about to crush it when she suddenly paused.

   "钟—"

  The long sword was out of its sheath, and she looked at one side vigilantly.

   There, it seems that there is a wind blowing through the leaves, making a rustling sound, which is particularly ear-piercing.

   Other than that, nothing seems to happen.

  However, as an excellent fighter and a shrewd woman, Irene's sixth sense reminds her all the time.

   There, there is something.

  Magic power surged, she raised her foot without any hesitation, and kicked out a huge stone.

  Under the blessing of powerful kinetic energy, the stone was so fast that it cut through the space and shot into the tree almost in the blink of an eye.

  The moment it sank into the lush branches and leaves, it was suddenly knocked back at an almost similar speed, and sank into the soil in front of the girl.

  The boots she cared about were stained by the splashed mud, but Irene didn't look down at it, but narrowed her eyes slightly, smiling coldly.

   "Come out, little mouse."

   "Tsk."

  A man with a strange hood on his head leisurely jumped down from the book.

   "Sometimes, even I have to feel that women's intuition is indeed a bit scary-although I don't pay much attention to hiding myself."

  “.”

  Irene didn't answer, she just stared at the man's hood.

  The style of the headgear is very strange, it looks like a piece of clothing was forcibly pieced together after being torn apart violently, it is stained with large and small brown marks, especially looks like blood!

  Taking a deep breath, Irene bit the tip of her tongue lightly, using the pain to relieve the trembling of fear brought to her body by the huge blood and killing intent after the man appeared.

  The next moment, she crushed her own Philosopher's Stone without hesitation.

   She knows very clearly about her own strength, and the strength of the person in front of her is definitely more than a star and a half more than her.

   Escaping is not something that has to be laughed at, ignorance of the times is.

   It's just that after she crushed the Philosopher's Stone, although there was a familiar warm yellow glow covering her body, it was strange that she didn't leave the place.

"Ah, I'm sorry." The man said leisurely, "Ten minutes ago, I let someone destroy the teleportation array you set up, so your teleportation stone should be no different from ordinary stones now. Hey, I advise you not to run away. Do you think that little toy-like protection will stop me?"

  “.”

  Irene's footsteps trembled a little before they froze again.

  She really wanted to run out before the protective light dissipated, to see if there was a way to get rid of him.

   Now it seems that it may indeed be useless.

   Sighing slightly, Erin looked up at the man.

   "I'm familiar with your voice." She asked, "So, who are you?"

   "Hush." ​​The man raised his index finger to his lips, trying his best to maintain that mysterious look, "I can't guarantee that I will succeed, that's why I put on this headgear, so please forgive me, I can't tell you."

   "I probably know." Irene raised her eyebrows slightly, "So, Mr. Enoch, why did you do this?"

   "Tsk" Enoch chuckled and shook his head, "There's no need to test me like this."

   "Even if you can confirm my identity, you can't pass on this news. Even if you do, why do you think I wear this hood?"

  “.”

  Irene's heart sank.

  Her thoughts were seen through again.

  As a woman who has been walking in the social circle, there is a skill that must be learned.

  Use tools or magic all the time to record what the outsider promised without leaving a trace.

   After all, what a man says is always the same as fart.

  Irene also knows this skill, and is extremely proficient.

  What she originally thought was to test out the identity of the other party, then record it, and then hide it, so that those who came to check the situation later could know the truth.

  The reason why she guessed it was Enoch was because Lynn had told her before that Enoch had a plan in the academy.

   But now, Irene's idea undoubtedly failed again.

   Actually, Enoch was right.

  As long as he wears a hood and doesn't really expose his appearance to everyone's eyes, no one can accuse him of "guessing" and sanction him.

  Magic projection?

  For that kind of thing, just find someone with relevant knowledge to tamper with it.

   Speech?

  The most distorted thing in the world is human words.

   Even if it is seen and spread by a few people, it doesn't matter.

   Minorities must obey the majority.

   It's outrageous, but that's the reality.

   "Okay, there is no need to say more about the extra words."

  Enoch carried a long gun and said with a smile: "Now you can try to escape."

   "After all, chasing prey is also part of the fun."

  The supporters of the belief in the blood **** have never pursued pure killing.

  They, like the believers of the Lord of Pleasure, are eager to let themselves fall into the deep sea.

  The only difference is that the believers of the Lord of Pleasure sink into the ocean of desire, while the believers of the Blood God pursue the pleasure of killing.

  The stronger the prey, the more miserable the form of death, the more excited they will be.

   Simply chopping down people like wooden stakes can only be regarded as sharpening a knife at best.

   Must, but won't always be loyal to it.

  Faced with such a playful "request", Irene decided to carry it out without hesitation.

  She didn't know if she could escape successfully in this way, but she knew that she couldn't hold the idea of ​​"impossible".

  Even if there is only a glimmer of life, she can't give up.

  She is still young, and there is still a lot of future waiting for her to explore. Even before she puts on her wedding dress, she has longed for the wedding hall.

  That is the best dream that every immature girl will inevitably have in her heart. Perhaps because of the increase in experience, knowledge, and changes in personality, they no longer want extravagance, but it did exist.

   So, at least for now, she can't die.

"hehe."

   Enoch smiled brightly.

  He let Irene run far, far away, but he never took any action.

  He just silently counted down the numbers.

Generally speaking, after a person falls into danger and hasn’t noticed the danger coming for a long time, he will subconsciously relax his vigilance—people’s energy does not allow them to be in a state of concentration when they are not oppressed—so they feel that they have escaped temporarily. sky.

   This time varies, but here in Enoch there is a standard.

   "Five minutes, now there is one minute three, two."

   "Pa-ta-"

  The fallen branch helped him call out the last number.

In an instant, there was a piercing sonic boom in the originally empty dense forest, and large pieces of leaves were scattered and splashed by the burst of magic power. A little closer, the trunks that needed to be surrounded by several people were even blown away by other people at the moment of magic power explosion. The waves shattered into pieces.

   As the hunted person, Irene also heard this amazing sound.

  At that moment, she originally had soothing magic power, but now it stopped running directly because of the majestic pressure. The whole body, every pore, every inch of skin, and every hair were sending warnings to her brain.

  She wanted to come up with corresponding means to counteract, but she couldn't do anything.

  The only thing she could do was to turn her head and stare feebly at the **** spear that reached to her heart.

  At that moment, she thought about a lot of things, and even imagined herself being hung on a tree.

but.

   "Miss, I think you should know."

   "Most of the time, fantasy is not so easy to reflect into reality."

  (end of this chapter)