Volume 1: The Gate of Flesh and Blood Chapter 11 Where to Save and Where to Spend
XX at public expense.
The Garden Club, which Goethe knew well.
The kind who knows his limits and when to advance and retreat.
So, he knew exactly what 5 gold tickets could do there.
The entrance fee is 1 silver thread.
Tea fee 1 silver thread
A dance with a silver rope.
Of course, if you just want to dance, 5 gold tickets are more than enough to dance until dawn, but some of the special services require high additional fees.
5 gold tickets?
It's barely enough for two.
But why did Morey let him go to the Garden Club?
Is there a better place to talk?
still……
Where is the so-called 'Mist Killer' hiding?!
Goethe's face tightened when he thought of this.
This is not impossible. You know, he personally threw his 'good friend' Ander off the building, and they met in the Garden Club.
Thinking of this, an idea suddenly came to Goethe's mind.
"Could it be that the Wayne family was targeted because Goethe accidentally offended the Mist Killer at the Garden Club?"
Goethe's expression changed slightly.
Flop!
Home shovel!
Standing there, he began to recall the memories belonging to 'Goethe' that he had seen before, but found nothing.
Goethe's 19 years of memories are not that complicated, but it would be difficult to find an 'enemy' in these 19 years of memories that even Goethe himself has no memory of.
This is true even if you narrow the scope to garden clubs.
After thinking for a moment, Goethe finally came to no conclusion, shook his head, turned around and went downstairs.
The Garden Club is closed during the day and does not open until 7pm.
It's only 8 o'clock in the morning, and there are still 11 hours.
Goethe would not have done nothing for such a long time.
With a wave of his hand, Goethe got on the public carriage again.
Half an hour later he got off the bus in front of 'Ayr's Bar'.
Without saying hello, Goethe pushed the door open and walked in.
"Sorry, we're closed."
"Come back in the evening if you need me."
The waiter who was cleaning said without even looking up.
Goethe glanced at the other person, then glanced at the drunk in the corner of the bar, and directly threw a silver rope onto the bar.
"Have a cup of 'Hunter'."
Goethe said so.
"Okay, guest, coming right up."
The waiter, who had just said the shop was closing, immediately took action.
In less than three minutes, a glass of whiskey with honey and pomegranate juice was served.
Scarlet color, spicy taste, yet mixed with a hint of sweetness.
While tasting this cup of "Hunter", Goethe seemed to see a hunter going through untold hardships and risking death to capture the prey and enjoying the joy.
"Wine, good."
“I hope others won’t let me down.”
Goethe put down his glass.
"certainly!"
"As long as there are enough Jinke, we have the best hunters in Lust here!"
The waiter said with a smile.
Ayr's Bar is the Hunter's Bar in Rooster.
In Goethe's previous memory, the other party wanted to seek help here, but was humiliated.
Because of this humiliation, Goethe became reckless.
Goethe had no comment on this except "naivety".
Asking for help from others without paying a single cent...
There is no such good thing in the world!
Even the so-called great philanthropists have corresponding needs.
If not for profit, then for fame.
Of course, there are good people out there.
Yes, but very few.
At least, the previous 'Goethe' had never encountered this.
And now Goethe?
Encountered.
That's why he chose to retire in his hometown.
Unfortunately, on the first day of my retirement, I ended up in this damn place while eating some skewers on the roadside.
call!
Taking a deep breath, Goethe suppressed the lament in his mind. He took out his wallet and, without covering it, took out the gold bill with the largest denomination and placed it on the bar.
"Search for Goethe Wein's family. 10 gold ounces for each person found. 1 gold ounce for providing accurate information on his whereabouts."
"besides……"
"If anyone knows what happened to Goethe Wein's family, the 100 gold grams will be his."
Goethe explains in detail.
Should spend and save?
Although Goethe loved money, he was definitely not a miser.
Goethe never refused to spend money wisely.
Just like the current situation, although Swart promised him to investigate the "Dr. Hood" and Morey also "cooperated" with him, Goethe knew that some things still depended on him.
For example: finding the whereabouts of a family member.
Even though he knew that these family members had been killed.
However, the person who did it and the people around him didn't know it.
This helps shape his character.
Of course, it’s not all acting.
There is also a certain possibility of catching a big fish.
Even, you will gain [Bloody Honor].
However, it all depends on luck.
It depends on how much control the 'Killer in the Fog' has over his subordinates, and also on how much Jin Ke has.
Thinking of this, Goethe placed the $50 gold note from his wallet on the bar .
150 Gold Tickets total!
Looking at the gold ticket on the bar, the smiling waiter's smile became even brighter.
150 gold grams is not a small amount in the Hunter Bar.
If the deal is successful, he will immediately receive a substantial commission.
What if it doesn't work?
The boss will also give him a bonus.
It's a win-win situation in short.
So the waiter immediately tried his best to introduce Goethe.
"The bounty will appear tonight and will last for four weeks. If someone completes the task during this period, we will send someone to notify you. If the task is not completed, we will refund the full amount. At the same time, our boss will give you a free service - within your ability."
"If you agree, please sign."
"It's your voucher. Of course, you can burn it. I remember you."
The waiter handed two slips of paper to Goethe.
The note was about three fingers wide and less than 10 centimeters long. The front was blank and there was a raised number on the back, which was obviously the anti-counterfeiting mark of the Hunter Bar.
After Goethe signed his name on two slips of paper, the waiter took the upper one and left the lower one for Goethe.
After putting the note into his wallet, Goethe drank the 'Hunter' in his cup and turned to leave.
"I wish you peace."
The waiter spoke loudly.
Because he had seen the two drunkards who were sleeping soundly in the corner wake up and followed him.
Reminders are the limit for waiters.
help?
Stop joking.
He is just a waiter.
These things are something that only bar security can handle.
Bar security guards don't work during the day.
"Hope it'll be alright."
The waiter said this half-seriously, then turned around and continued cleaning.
Mind your own business and don't meddle in other people's affairs. If there is any problem, inform your boss and let him solve it.
This was what his boss told him on his first day at work.
The last waiter who didn't obey had been shot in the head.
Someone is following you!
Goethe spotted the person following him immediately.
Goethe guessed that this might happen when he took out his wallet without concealing it.
But he did it anyway.
Actively causing trouble?
No!
Goethe never took the initiative to cause trouble, but would occasionally borrow money from the "enthusiastic big brother".
Especially when you have just spent a large sum of money.
Turning the corner, Goethe accelerated and rushed into a small alley.
The two big men who followed immediately quickened their pace, but as soon as they came in, they were blinded by a sea of white.
Then……
It hurts so much!
lime!
“Aaaaah… Ugh!”
The two men screamed, but then felt a pain in their crotch.
Crotch kick!
Goethe kicked each of them very skillfully. When the two men bent over with their hands covering their crotches, he swung the butt of his revolver and hit them on the back of their heads, one each.
Bang, bang!
There were two muffled thuds, and the two men fell to the ground.
Goethe began to search him.
1 gold gram, 10 silver strings and 15 copper coins were received.
Two semi-new revolvers, some bullets, and two daggers.
If two revolvers and bullets are used together, their value is about 2-4 gold grams, and the dagger will not exceed 2 silver strings.
"Poor bastard!"
Goethe said with contempt.
You know, each of the "enthusiastic big brothers" in his hometown has contributed at least five figures to him.
If you meet some "big brothers" in finance, the starting salary will be six figures.
Goethe did not let the two fainted kind-hearted people go and called the patrolman.
"I am a friend of Swart. The two of them robbed me. Besides, I suspect they might be wanted criminals."
Goethe said to the patrolman.
The young patrolman looked at Goethe who was intact, then looked at the two people lying unconscious on the ground, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
The older patrolman reacted very quickly.
"Okay, we'll take them back to the police station right away. If they are wanted criminals, we'll transfer their rewards to you right away."
The older patrol officer said.
"Thanks."
Goethe thanked him and then took a ride back to the police station in a police carriage.
Patrol police usually patrol on foot, but when arresting, escorting or responding to emergencies, they can use police horse-drawn carriages.
Although it is possible to take a public carriage, which may save you a penny and a half, it is also a saving.
Goethe understood the principle that a tower can be built by accumulating grains of sand and a coat can be built by collecting feathers.
As soon as Goethe returned to Swart's office, Swart pushed the door open .
"Goethe!"
After Swart turned around and closed the door, he walked over with a grim look on his face. The sheriff lowered his voice and said:
"Dr. Hodder is dead!"
