Inventor of another world, the little female ghost wants to kidnap me

Kerko calmed down and looked at Miss, who would be confirmed dead soon, with no emotion in his heart, as if the boy in front of him was a dead object.

He pushed Barron, who was in the way, away, took out a magic blueprint from his arms, and gently waved the magic wand. The array pattern on the blueprint rose rapidly and surrounded Miss.

A burst of golden light rose up, and the dying Miss was unexpectedly snatched back from the hands of death by this magic.

Barron was stunned by this scene. "A magic diagram of faith, or a high-level healing magic!"

If this blueprint could be put on the black market, its price would definitely be more than two hundred gold coins.

As the golden magic circle operated, Miss's injured abdomen slowly recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, just like the regeneration of a monster.

Barron swallowed his saliva, his face full of pain. How could such a precious prop be used on him...

"You little bastard, you haven't even handed over the blueprints yet. I didn't say you could die." Although Kerko's tone seemed calm and his expression was composed, his psychological defenses were actually on the verge of collapse.

Because of his momentary breach of defense, he became angry and embarrassed, and now he has lost a priceless faith-based healing magic blueprint.

Originally, this precious healing magic blueprint was used to save his life at the critical moment. Now it is lost. It would be a lie to say that he is not heartbroken, but there is no way. There is no turning back.

After spending the past few days with Miss, Kerko used all sorts of tricks, both soft and hard, to get the blueprints.

He couldn't believe that Raymond, this young adopted son, had inherited his adoptive father's stubborn temper and would rather die than surrender.

Even though Miss was on the verge of death several times, he would rather die calmly than reveal the whereabouts of the [Ability Enhancement·Modification] blueprint.

He was now very different from the person he had been when he first arrived in Mag Town a few days ago. His mentality had changed dramatically, and he no longer dared to look down on the black-haired boy in front of him.

Count Kerko, who was about to turn fifty, began to feel afraid deep down in his heart.

Losing to his father was enough to make him suffer for half his life, and now he has to lose to his son.

When Kerko thought about the fact that he didn't get the blueprints in the end, and that he had lost both the wife and the army, and accomplished nothing, he felt creepy all over. He would not allow this situation to happen, never.

"Death must be a tough feeling, don't worry, this is just the beginning."

Miss laughed crazily, without any fear of death on his face. "Old Deng, you are so easily defeated. I wonder if you can handle the heavy information I am about to tell you."

Kirko didn't know what tricks Mis was planning and said nothing.

"I can tell you clearly, Lao Deng, that the only remaining blueprint is not with me, nor is it in Mag Town. If you want to know where the blueprint is, you can ask the person behind you. He knows where the blueprint is."

Kerko followed Miss's gaze and looked behind him with doubt, and their eyes finally converged on the same person.

Barron Kerko.

"I thought you had some amazing tricks up your sleeve, but I didn't expect you to be just scared silly."

"Don't make me laugh, little bastard. If my son Barron knew the whereabouts of the blueprint, would he pretend not to know and not tell me?"

"Aren't you right, my dear son... Barron?"

Seeing Barron's mouth twitching, hesitating to speak, and his eyes wandering, Kerko felt cold sweat breaking out and felt uncomfortable all over, as if ten thousand ants were crawling all over his body.

"Barron?"

He called his son's name again, trying to wake up Barron who was "distracted".

He knows his son best, having raised him since he was a child. Barron's current expression is undoubtedly telling Kirko that what Miss just said is right.

His son actually knew the whereabouts of the drawings, but he couldn't understand why he didn't tell him.

"It must be fake, Barron. What that little bastard said must be fake. He is framing you. Father knows about it. You must not know the whereabouts of the blueprint, right?"

Kirko's heart is extremely twisted now. He hopes that Miss is lying to him and that Barron has always been a good son who stands by his side.

But he also hoped that what Miss said was true, so that he could get the whereabouts of the drawings from Barron.

"Barron, say something!" Count Kerko's expression became increasingly ugly, his tone became increasingly severe, and his eyes almost popped out.

"You old fool, why are you yelling so loudly? He is right. The blueprint was indeed in my hands before."

Barron's sudden confession made Kerko stunned for a moment. He didn't move for a long time. He couldn't believe that his son would talk to him like this.

"It's just a lousy magic blueprint. Princess Shana said she liked it, so I gave it to her. What's wrong with that?" Barron spoke in a very firm tone.

Kirko once questioned whether there was something wrong with his ears, because his son was not like this before.

But he recalled that the spies in Mag Town had reported that Princess Veratis and her entourage had hurriedly left the town and were on their way back home.

Combined with what Barron said, Kerko immediately understood that Miss was right. Barron had betrayed him, and the magic drawings must have been taken away by the three girls.

"Barron, do you know what it means to do this?" Kerko was so angry that he could hardly stand.

Before Barron could speak, Mis answered the question for him.

"Treason, Barron Kerko is the real traitor."

Kerko felt a wave of grief and indignation. "Why, Barron, why did you give something that I, your father, had worked so hard to get to that little bitch of Veratis?"

Barron's face changed drastically, he was furious, and said arrogantly, "Who do you think you are, you old man? How dare you insult my Highness Shana? Highness Shana is my master, and I am her dog. Do you understand me?"

Hearing his son's outrageous remarks, Kerko was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood. If he hadn't had the support of his cane, he would have probably fallen to the ground.

It was too late, everything was too late. After so many days, the three girls who left in the carriage should have reached the border of the Kingdom of Phillis and would soon enter the territory of the Holy Kingdom of Veratis. There was no way he could stop them no matter what.

All is lost.

Miss, who was tied to the wall by cold chains, laughed loudly, "Mr. Earl, if you think this is the end, you are very wrong."

Kerko, with a pale face and trembling lips, slowly turned his head and looked at the only remaining eye of the black-haired boy, feeling a chill in his heart.

The black-haired boy spoke coldly, "From the moment I was tied to the wall, everything that happened here, every word we said, every expression of yours, was seen by everyone in the royal capital of Norn, including His Majesty the King."

"Kerko, your plot, your ugly face, and your son's treason have been known to everyone. You are finished."