Answer?

Of course there is none.

Maybe it's fate?

Maybe it's personality?

or……

Simply not strong enough?

Goethe attributed it to the latter.

call!

He took a deep breath and made slight adjustments to his next plan - the 'Anchor World' had become dangerous, and he needed to go to the 'Secret World' to gain more strength.

Simlei Ke on the side also seemed to have made up his mind.

"Goethe."

"Um?"

Goethe looked at Simler K.

"I need to leave for about 1-2 weeks, and you will take care of the house temporarily."

"1-2 weeks?"

"Understood."

Goethe nodded immediately.

He looked at the determination in Simlei Ke's eyes and already guessed what Simlei Ke was planning to do.

Promoted to 'Legend'!

Simlei Ke also felt a sense of oppression.

Naturally, a breakthrough is needed.

Simler K patted Goethe on the shoulder, turned around and left.

His steps are firm and his figure is moving forward in an indomitable way.

Goethe watched Simler Ke leave, and only after the other party's figure completely disappeared, he turned around and walked towards his room.

In the room, Margarida Margot was sitting there, looking sad and slightly lost in thought.

Although this second daughter of the Tulip family is a bit close to Silla in nature, she is a little smarter than Silla in her stupid state. She knows very well why her brother said that before he died.

The Tulip family is finished!

The Tulip people in Fabol must have been completely killed or injured!

Otherwise, her brother would not let her seek asylum in the North!

Margarita Margo has always known what her family wants to do.

But, she escaped.

She always thinks of herself as a woman.

All she had to do was marry a good family according to her father's and the family's wishes and bring more help to the family. But when things came to a close, she realized that she didn't want to do that.

So she ran away.

Could it be that my escape caused the family to fail?

Involuntarily, this idea appeared in Margarida Margo's heart.

The second daughter of the Tulip family fell into considerable self-blame.

After all, she still has feelings for her father and brother that are difficult to let go of.

People.

It's always so contradictory.

Both ruthless and affectionate.

Be dedicated and carefree.

You can even be devoted and devoted to every relationship while being flirtatious, and let your descendants sigh with emotion, "Why are they all my sister?"

But what about the reality?

She's not my sister either.

Perhaps life is composed of complexity and contradictions.

Margareta Mag's current situation is similar.

She had wished more than once that the tulip family would disappear.

She thinks that as long as the tulip family disappears, she will be happy.

Can the tulip family really disappear?

All she was left with was empty and overwhelmed.

When Goethe opened the door and came in, he roughly understood the state of Margareta Mag.

"Do you think you caused this?"

Goethe asked.

Margarida Margo didn't speak, which was considered acquiescence.

"Oh, woman, you think too highly of yourself."

Goethe sneered, raised Margarida Marge's chin, and said with a contemptuous expression.

"Who do you think you are?"

"You are far less important than you think!"

"Smug woman!"

Goethe squeezed Margarida Marge's chin, and his tone became colder.

Margarida Marge, whose chin was pinched, wanted to retort, but with her chin and cheeks pinched, she couldn't speak at all. After trying several times, she finally...

Wow, I cried out loud!

When Margarita Margot started crying, Goethe let go of his hand and took Margarita Margot into his arms.

There are no words.

No words are needed at this time.

Action is the best.

"Song, Goethe your hands, hands."

The sobbing Margarida Mag suddenly raised her head with tears in her eyes and said.

"oh?"

"Habits become natural."

Goethe replied very naturally.

As for the hands?

Once the habit becomes natural, then you should continue to get used to it.

Margarida Margo blushed and began to struggle - humming as her main means of struggle, supplemented by a slight twist of her body, and finally chose to bury her head in Goethe's chest.

She is ready.

Or rather...

She didn't know if she was ready.

She just wants to find someone to rely on now.

Just in time, Goethe appeared.

As it happened, Goethe didn't hate it yet.

As it happened, Goethe was pretty good-looking.

exactly……

Margarida Marge found too many reasons to convince herself, but in a word, she chose to accept it.

only--

"For the sake of my efforts to comfort you, can you lend me 3,000 gold grams?"

Goethe asked in an increasingly gentle voice.

Margarita Margo:???
To be continued...