Volume 1: The Gate of Flesh and Blood Chapter 108 Silent Love!

Crows pecked at the food.

The eagle wailed.

The extraordinary person who transforms from a human body into an eagle is very powerful.

Not only does it possess all the abilities of an eagle, it also possesses some extraordinary qualities, allowing it to escape calmly even when facing a large number of enemies.

However, the other party met Goethe.

Met Goethe who owned two hundred crows.

Ga, ga, ga!

The black crows densely surrounded the extraordinary person who had transformed into an eagle, using their beaks above and claws below.

It will be useless no matter how the extraordinary people rush around.

final--

“Ahhhh!”

With a whine, the extraordinary being fell from mid-air.

The opponent, who was already covered in blood, had his bones and tendons broken under the huge impact force.

The other party looked at Goethe standing in front of him with an incredible look.

"You, you've prepared for this?"

The other party questioned.

"Um."

Goethe admitted it straightforwardly.

When facing the enemy, what truth is needed?

"Have you guessed all my plans?"

The other party continued to question.

Then, he found that Goethe was looking at him as if he were a fool.

There was no contempt or sarcasm.

But it transcends all contempt and ridicule.

"you?!"

The other party glared at Goethe, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and died.

The opponent's body began to decay rapidly.

By the time An and Xiusta ran over, they had dried up like mummies.

call!

A gust of night wind blew, and the mummy completely turned into ashes.

"That's it?"

This scene made Xiusta couldn't help but be amazed.

An frowned and looked at Goethe, his eyes full of confusion.

It seems to be asking Goethe why the enemy is like a fool.

"He was affected by the power."

Goethe said it truthfully.

This was not the first time Goethe had seen someone affected by power, but compared to Morey, the impact on the other party completely refreshed Goethe's cognition - Goethe initially thought that wearing women's clothes was the limit.

I didn't expect that I could become a fool.

Still a grumpy fool.

careful!

When facing extraordinary powers that are beyond your control, you must be cautious!

Goethe told himself .

And Xiusta came over.

"That was the Blood Crow just now, right?"

The male police officer asked.

"Yeah?"

“I don’t know.”

"I don't know where so many crows came from. Maybe it's a coincidence?"

Goethe denied it.

For some things, once you lie at first, you must stick to it to the end.

It's not intentional deception, but there are some things that the fewer people know about it, the better.

Buzz, buzz!

The cell phone belonging to Goethe that was thrown in the car suddenly vibrated.

It's a text message.

Joe Keenan's.

'I'll wait for you at home.'

The other party said this in the text message.

Goethe frowned slightly.

…

Joe Kyle sat on the sofa, and unlike other Avengers, he did not feel the emptiness after achieving his revenge.

All this father has is peace.

He finally got justice for his son.

This made him feel calm.

Of course, there is some regret.

He originally hoped to use that special power to resurrect his son.

But, I can't do it.

Even if the man who came to him and possessed special powers promised him that he would resurrect his son and promised to do it 100%, his reason told him that the other party was deceiving him.

After all, the other party's appearance was malicious.

Of course, there is also some luck.

As a human being, Joe Ke Yiner also has the same mentality of taking chances.

only……

The moment the father saw his son's bones, he came to his senses.

Little Ke Yiner had already been hurt once because of his negligence .

I absolutely cannot get hurt a second time because of his luck.

At that moment, the father knew what he should do.

"Only one thing left!"

The father muttered to himself and looked towards the door.

The door is not closed.

He could clearly see Goethe standing in the doorway.

Similarly, Goethe could see Joe Kewin sitting on the sofa with white hair and wrinkled face.

The last time we met, he was a middle-aged man in good health, although he was sloppy.

And now?

It looks like a piece of wood that is about to be cut off.

"I wanted to see you in better shape."

"But my current body..."

“It’s so hard to do something like that.”

Joe Keir gave a wry smile and then invited Goethe to come and sit down.

In front of the father was a bottle of wine and two wine glasses.

Trembling, Joe Keinle poured wine for himself and Goethe.

During the whole process, most of the wine was spilled.

But neither Goethe nor Joe Koel cared.

"Feel sorry."

Joe Kyle held up the glass as he spoke, and in order to prevent more wine from spilling, he leaned forward and moved his mouth closer to the glass. But even so, the wine couldn't stop dripping onto the floor.

"Cough, cough, cough."

After drinking the strong liquor, the father began to cough violently.

Then, there was heavy gasping for breath.

It's like a broken blower.

It took more than ten seconds before it stopped.

An unnatural blush appeared on the father's face. He picked up the book that had been placed beside him and handed it to Goethe.

"This is the 'bait' given to me by the guy who approached me."

"And the guy you killed, the way he gained his power was also on it - although I don't want to say this, that guy really is like a fool."

"But, the guy standing behind him, you have to be careful."

"That guy is very cautious. I have never seen his real face. His voice should be that of a man, but it cannot be ruled out that he is in disguise. But one thing I am sure of is that he is testing you and looking for your weakness."

The father spoke very quickly.

After saying that, he supported himself on the armrest of the sofa and stood up.

"I'm sorry to trouble you."

"This book and the news just now can be regarded as compensation."

"And the promises I made to you before, including this house, can be considered as compensation."

The father walked behind the sofa as he spoke.

There was a coffin there.

The coffin containing little Ke Yinle.

The father reached out and touched the coffin, took a deep breath, turned his head and smiled at Goethe.

"Thanks."

After saying thank you, the father's face quickly turned pale.

He slowly knelt down and lay quietly on the coffin, gradually losing his breath.

Tiny vines spread out from the father's body, wrapping up the father and the coffin like cicada pupae, and then slid straight into the hole that had been dug long ago.

The earth is churning.

The ground shook slightly.

After a dozen seconds, everything returned to normal.

In the empty room, only Goethe was left sitting there.

He looked at the glass in front of him.

The next moment, he picked up the wine glass in front of him.

Drink it all in one gulp.

Holding the book, Goethe turned and left.

This place doesn't belong to him.

Forever belongs to the father and son of Kuyle.

Door.

With a squeak.

Closed.

…

A week later.

Inside the Folklore Research Institute.

"It is reported that Gate, Jenny and Aiman, who were rescued a week ago, suddenly fell ill and have been sent to the hospital for treatment. However, the treatment effect is not optimistic. The patients are not only suffering from great pain, but are also in critical condition!"

On TV, the host was reporting the news.

"Humph, these three guys deserve it!"

Math teacher Judy raised her eyebrows and snorted.

A week ago, after the second videotape was broadcast, most people in Star City hated the three people as much as the math teacher.

After all, no one can accept a guy who beats someone to death because he failed to force them to fly leaves.

"Why would a guy like this get an admission letter from a university?"

“Who wrote the recommendation letter for them?”

"I want to apply for a review by the Education Committee!"

Teacher Judy said indignantly.

"The usual disguise will be completely exposed because of jealousy."

"In their eyes, little Ke Yin'er is too good."

"So good that they want to destroy each other."

Goethe on the side remained calm.

Where there is light, there is shadow.

The brighter the light, the deeper the shadows.

Especially when a certain aspect of human nature is exposed, it is just like the sun, which cannot be looked directly at.

Teacher Judy looked at Goethe and blinked.

It seemed a little surprising that Goethe could say such words.

The math teacher sighed.

“I wish you could have such a deep understanding of mathematics.”

As he spoke, the math teacher took out the test paper from the last individual test.

It is marked in red pen: 6 points.

The full score is 100.

"Why are all the questions wrong except the first multiple-choice question?!"

"You clearly promised me that you would study hard!"

Teacher Judy couldn't help but raise her voice.

Goethe smiled bitterly - although he had studied hard this week, he... hadn't learned it!

As a last resort, he resorted to divination.

But who could have imagined that mathematics couldn’t even cope with divination!

The first question doesn’t count, but he knows the answer to that question, so he chose C.

The divination results for the following questions were all wrong.

"I will study harder!"

Goethe assured Teacher Judy.

After swearing and swearing, Teacher Judy finally calmed down and started to help Goethe explain the exercises.

Two hours later, the lecture ended.

Goethe woke up immediately, stood up quickly, took out a bottle of ice water from the refrigerator and handed it to the math teacher.

"Goethe, why did you suddenly buy so many things?"

Pointing to the extra televisions, air conditioners, refrigerators, microwave ovens and other home appliances in the 'Folklore Research Institute', the math teacher looked at Goethe suspiciously.

"I'm a 'folklorist', and I get paid well for helping people solve problems."

"As you know, I have gained quite a reputation recently, and more people are looking for me to solve their problems."

Goethe explained.

In fact, the day after that incident, a lawyer commissioned by Joe Cuyle handed over all of Joe Cuyle's property to Goethe.

After paying the necessary taxes, Goethe commissioned the lawyer to use part of the money to set up a fund to repair and maintain the house where Joe and Little Joe lived.

The remaining money was used to purchase "news" related to George.

The last small part, although not much, is enough to improve life.

“That’s how it is!”

"But learning comes first."

"'Folklorist' is still... a little too dangerous."

Teacher Judy warned.

The mathematics teacher had heard a lot about Goethe being a 'folklorist'.

Apart from the fact that in the second videotape, poor Mr. Joe Keinle mentioned that it was the divination of the "folklorist" Goethe that let him know the truth of the matter, there have been many rumors about Goethe recently.

Divination to find things or people.

Deal with some troubles that ordinary people are helpless to solve.

However, the one that people are most curious about is 'Hachisha-sama'.

"Goethe, how did you deal with Hachishaku-sama?"

"I heard that she is so tall that it is terrifying, and anyone who sees her will be bewitched and then die!"

The math teacher looked at his students curiously.

"Strong will."

"High morale."

"Strong body."

Goethe sat up straight and spoke the facts as if recalling or savoring them.

Then he stood up and walked towards the door.

A few seconds after the door opened, footsteps were heard in the corridor.