I am the descendant of a dark wizard, and I will inherit the family fortune.

"Your Highness...what do you mean?"

Hearing Goya's "abdulous" change of subject, Lindemann and Vinkulan couldn't help laughing.

"Hahahahaha!"

Fico also had a smile on his face, but he quickly reacted and deliberately put on a stern face...

Lindemann looked at Goya, then at Vinkuran, who was also smiling.

"Vinkulang, you still have the nerve to laugh? Little Goya is about to be tricked away by a male wizard!"

When he heard this suddenly, Wen Kulang's smile suddenly stopped.

The scene fell into silence for a moment...

"He's a good wizard!"

Lindeman was completely confused and asked in a very puzzled tone, "Huh? There are actually good wizards?"

The three captives: ...the locals are so rude...

Goya rolled his eyes at Lindeman and said, "Uncle Lindeman, he is a recognized person."

When Lindemann heard this, he suddenly burst into laughter even louder than before...

"Hahahaha! Recognition? Did he get your approval? Little Goya, we can't be so naive. Listen to your uncle, none of these wizards are good..."

Seeing Goya's calm expression, without anger or dissatisfaction, Lindemann's voice became increasingly quiet...

He had already vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

"What...what's wrong? Why aren't you talking..."

Goya smiled slightly, "Uncle Lindeman, the recognition I just mentioned is naturally not my recognition..."

"That...that is? It can't be Bunkuran's, right?"

Bunkuran's face darkened. Why couldn't it be his?!

I've been wronged since I was little, and I never thought I'd still be wronged after I die...

Oh... life is so hard...

Wen Kulang was too lazy to speak up for himself and simply turned a blind eye.

Goya said nothing, but pointed to the sky.

Seeing this scene, Lindemann and Fico's eyes almost popped out.

“Wh… w… what?!”

Fico's legs suddenly went weak and he almost fell to his knees...

Lindemann seemed unable to close his mouth. If he hadn't seen the half-smile on Wen Kulang's face, he would probably have taken a while to react.

With a crisp "slap" sound, Lindman suddenly slapped himself.

"Hey! Little...Goya is really amazing! Otherwise, how could Goya still be alive today!"

Goya: ??? …

Lindemann patted his chest, and because it had also become petrified, the sound of his pats made a loud "dong dong" sound.

"Little Goya's friends... are my good friends! Goya, next time this older... friend comes, please be sure to call me out so I can protect him!"

Captive trio:?

Huh? What's going on? How did we suddenly become good friends?

It seems like they didn't miss anything, did they?

Why do these Burbank people seem so mysterious?

I don’t know why, but since they came here, nothing has gone well for them.

The Duel Club was almost completely wiped out, and the Witchcraft Club was also half gone...

If we look at the camps alone, the Dark Bone Forest was defeated, and the Burbank clan naturally won a great victory.

No, according to what I just heard, these wooden figures...seem to be fighting among themselves? And there are casualties?

Isn't this a lose-lose situation?

Wrong, still wrong...

The three of them suddenly thought in unison, Damn! Someone has won!

Leon won by himself!

Hegma and Jonzo exchanged a glance, and both read in each other's eyes a rebuke towards Leon...

The reason why they look at each other is because they don’t dare.

I don’t know what kind of magic potion Leon gave them, but he made them act like a big shot.

Suddenly, Fico spoke up, "So, are these three captives... related to that person?"

Goya nodded, then pointed at Rachel and said, "She is someone's captive."

"understood."

"What do you mean, Princess?"

Lindemann sighed, "It's not interesting."

Seeing Goya frown, Lindemann added, "You can ask the princess yourself. After all, you are friends. She may not listen to what we say, but what you say... may not be the same."

Wen Kulang shook his head, "Her Highness has her own judgment, and this time... Her Highness's attitude has been made clear.

Both the pro-war and pro-peace factions can exist, but one cannot be strong and the other weak.

Before this, the power of the pro-war faction... was much greater than that of the pro-peace faction, so..."

Bunkuran's words caused everyone to fall silent again.

"Ahem..." Goya coughed lightly, "So...where's Leonida?"

Lindemann scratched his nose uncomfortably. He wanted to hide it, but when he thought of the "friend" Goya had just mentioned, he answered, "Leonidas... He went to negotiate with the wizard."

Goya's eyes instantly became dangerous, and Rachel behind her suddenly raised her head, then quickly lowered it...

"Negotiations? Who does he represent?"

"Of course we are from the Burbank clan."

Goya clenched his fists tightly. "So, the dead members of the tribe... are the sincerity of this negotiation? The bargaining chip?"

Such blunt words deeply hurt the hearts of several Burbanks present...

"This was already decided by the top management... We can't change it. The operation had already begun when we arrived...

And, as you know, the dead cannot participate in decision-making. We can only execute, or do the little things within our ability."

Goya was also aware of this, but she was still unwilling to accept it.

"Where's Leonidas?"

Lindeman shook his head. "I suggest you talk to Her Royal Highness the Princess first. After all, things have taken a turn for the better, haven't they?"

Turnaround...

Leon's face instantly appeared in Goya's mind, and she took two deep breaths to calm herself down.

"Okay, I'll go find Her Royal Highness the Princess."

Goya was about to leave after saying this, but he stepped back after taking just two steps.

"Uncle Lindemann, Uncle Wenkulang... he's been very exhausted this time. I hope you can help him relieve it..."

"How……"

Lindemann stopped Fico who wanted to speak and said, "Okay."

"There are three of them. Please help me keep an eye on them first."

"Leave this to me."

Goya was a little surprised to see Fico agree immediately.

Her relationship with Fico was no less than that of Vinculan and Lindemann, so she bowed politely to Fico and said, "Thank you, Mr. Fico."

Fico returned the salute, then looked coldly at the captive trio, "Follow me."

Looking at Fico's face, which looked as if others owed him eight million, the three of them suddenly felt a little panicked.

They looked towards Goya and Vinculan, hoping for help, but they found that they had already turned and left...

Helplessly, the three of them could only hang their heads and follow Fico step by step...

……