Volume 1: The Gate of Flesh and Blood Chapter 16 An unexpected way...
Are you really here to find Swart?
Goethe sat down calmly.
Together with the other men in the hall, he watched as Swart and the young maid, who looked very surprised, walked towards the corridor on one side of the hall - where was the staircase leading to the second floor.
Different from the envy of other men.
Goethe is thinking.
He didn't believe that Ms. Sheila would look for Swart for no reason.
There must be something going on.
Just as Goethe was thinking, suddenly a ball of paper was thrown into his arms.
He quietly opened the paper ball, and it was clearly written on it:
bathroom!
Goethe crumpled the note with his palm and re-rolled it. When everyone's attention was drawn to Swart, he turned and walked towards the bathroom at the corner of the hall.
"here."
Morey's voice came from...the lady's side.
Goethe frowned.
He did not enter immediately, but remained standing at the door.
And Morey walked out of the bathroom.
The moment he saw Morey, Goethe frowned even more tightly.
even……
He felt the snack he had just eaten churning in his stomach.
A blue dress, a white shawl, and a heavily made-up face, especially her lips, which were scarlet and had stubble around them. Her hair was obviously groomed, but not in a good way. It should have been styled into a more natural curl, but at the moment it looked more like a chicken coop. She was holding a parasol in her hand. After seeing Goethe, Morey winked at him.
vomit!
Goethe really couldn't help it.
Ever since he learned that he would meet Morey at the Garden Club tonight, Goethe had imagined more than once what the meeting would look like, but he would never have thought that this meeting would be like this.
When I first met Morey, he was wearing a black tuxedo, a white shirt, and a stacked front. Even though his hair was already gray, he was clearly a gentleman.
And now?
It's a complete perversion.
"I'm sorry you had to see me like this!"
As he said this, Morey lifted the hem of his skirt apologetically.
Seeing Morey's skillful performance, Goethe subconsciously took a step back.
"Please believe me, I have no hobby of wearing women's clothes. I dress like this because I have no choice."
Morey said this very embarrassedly, and then, as if subconsciously, he made a shy expression.
If a young girl made such an expression, it would definitely be pleasing to the eye.
But a middle-aged man made it...
vomit!
Goethe retched again as a sign of respect.
"I don't discriminate against anyone's hobbies, as long as they don't affect others."
Goethe, who did not want to dwell on this issue, emphasized his own force field.
Then, he immediately said.
"Can you tell me everything now?"
After saying that, Goethe no longer cared about feeling disgusted and stared straight at Morey.
Morey blinked.
Goethe just felt it was an eyesore.
But still, I didn't give up.
"You asked Swart to investigate me in the afternoon."
Instead of answering immediately, Morey asked back.
"I don't want to throw my life away casually."
Goethe nodded decisively.
"Being careful and cautious may not necessarily make you live longer, but it is enough to make people look at you differently - a month , Luster was in charge of the official person in charge of supernormal and two assistants, and the entire team of three people was wiped out!"
"The last note in their log was 'Murderer in the Fog'!"
"And the place where 'The Fog Killer' will appear is at the Garden Club tonight!"
As Morey spoke, Goethe frowned.
The official person in charge of the extraordinary was killed, and Goethe had some guesses.
Goethe could also guess that it was the 'Mist Killer' who killed
It is understandable that the 'Mist Killer' showed up at the Garden Club.
But he didn't understand why Morey was so sure that the 'Mist Killer' would show up at the Garden Club tonight.
As if seeing Goethe's confusion, Morey immediately gave an answer.
"Divination!"
Goethe was startled.
This was an answer he had never thought of.
Is divination so omnipotent?
If that's the case, wouldn't it be better to just go find the 'Killer in the Fog'?
Is it really necessary to go through so much trouble?
"Divination is not omnipotent, especially the results of divination, which require extremely professional people to interpret. If it weren't for the 'Mist Killer' who killed Alan Crowley and his two assistants, the master would not have taken action."
Morey immediately explained.
"Um."
Goethe, who knew nothing about supernatural powers, could only nod. Although he longed for this power more and more in his heart, he knew that now was not the best time to ask.
So, he continued, "What about my family? Why did they suffer misfortune?"
Morey's expression immediately became serious.
"That's exactly what I want to explain to you!"
"Goethe Wayne, 'Wayne' shouldn't be your last name, your real last name should be... Modeus!"
"Goethe, Maudeus!"
"Of course, you are a little unfamiliar with this surname. If it is a surname that ordinary people understand, you should have heard of it-"
"George!"
Morey said a last name.
"The one that's on the coin?"
Goethe was stunned.
When he read the text about the "Witch's Blessing", he naturally knew that Goethe had an extraordinary bloodline called the "Mad King", but he never thought that the "Mad King" was actually George I.
"Yes, the one who is printed on the coin, the 'Founder of Tesin', the 'Guardian of the Maga Islands', the 'Son of the Dragon', the 'One Blessed by the Fairies', the 'Invincible Knight', His Majesty King George I."
Morey said in an unusually respectful tone.
"So I am also considered royal?"
Goethe joked.
It's not really a joke, but a cover-up.
Hide the unrest in your heart.
Goethe clearly remembered that according to the 'Witch's Blessing', he should be the one who ended the 'bloodline of the Mad King'. And if George I and the 'Mad King' were the same person, then what was the current Tesin royal family?
Fake?
Or green?
But no matter which one it is, look at how respectful Morey is.
Goethe knew that these were not things he could concern himself with at the moment.
"I'm afraid this will disappoint you."
"In January 1860, the royal family and ministers promulgated the Exile Act. From then on, the royal family would not recognize any of the bloodline of His Majesty George I that was lost outside, because... there were simply too many of them!"
"That Majesty is too energetic. According to the royal records, he has more than a hundred offspring, not to mention the bloodlines left behind. The number is simply staggering."
"So, Goethe, you are not alone. If you count your distant relatives, you still have hundreds or even more relatives now."
Morey smiled and shook his head.
And Goethe felt more and more weird.
The true bloodline of the Mad King has been cut off, but there are hundreds of descendants who have inherited the title of Mad King's descendants.
This is really ironic.
besides……
'Witch'!
What happened back then that made the 'Witch' hate the 'Mad King' so much?
Do you wish the Mad King's bloodline would be cut off?
Goethe thought in his heart while Morey continued speaking.
"The 'Mist Killer' first appeared in the kingdom's capital, 'Bodø'."
"He killed five women of special professions by disemboweling them in the East District of Bode, and then disappeared."
"We tried our best to hunt him down, but to no avail, because every time he committed a crime, it was a foggy night, so he got the nickname 'the fog killer'."
"Just when we thought he disappeared, he reappeared in Lust..."
Having said that, Morey looked at Goethe deliberately before continuing.
"The death of your family should be the revenge of the 'Mist Killer'!"
"The previous hunt for the 'Mist Killer' was an order signed by a member of the royal family. The other party could not resist the royal family of Tesin, but he could kill the declining bloodline of the side branch to vent his anger."
"Alan Crowley must have discovered this. He tried to stop it, but failed and lost his life."
Suddenly, Goethe's face turned cold.
"Well, what should we do now?"
Goethe asked in a cold tone.
He once again played the role of the vengeful teenager.
Obviously, Goethe's performance before was good enough to make this role deeply rooted in people's hearts. Morey just sighed slightly and did not doubt anything.
"Capture the other party!"
"or……"
"Kill the other party!"
Morey said bluntly.
Then, the official head of Luster guaranteed.
"Of course, as agreed, I will do my best to ensure your safety."
"Besides, that 'Mist Killer' will definitely come after me."
"According to his characteristics of targeting young and beautiful women with special professions, as long as he notices me, he will definitely target me - don't worry, I have a real identity here: Beatrice, a poor girl who had to sign a short-term contract with the Garden Club in order to treat her sister's illness."
Morey's words were confident.
He was so confident that Goethe's disguised indifference almost broke down.
"Putting aside the name Beatrice and the fact that she's young and pretty, at least she has to be a woman, right?"
"You now look like a pervert dressed as a woman!"
Goethe couldn't help but complain in his heart.
"You still don't understand the 'mysterious side'!"
"You don't understand 'supernatural power' either!"
"Goethe, you know..."
"Potion?"
Goethe's distrust was obvious. The next moment, a test tube appeared in Morey's hand. He then pulled out the cork and drank it all in one gulp.
In a breath, Morey changed drastically.
Her skin is white and smooth, and exudes a milky luster under the light.
The facial features are reduced in proportion, appearing delicate and beautiful.
She is very tall, and even the floor-length petticoat cannot hide her smooth ankles.
Even the messy hair makes Morey look like a natural beauty at the moment.
As for the makeup that originally looked vulgar, it now looked particularly wild, just like a female leopard lazily climbing on a tree.
Beautiful but dangerous!
Makeup, beauty, and filters are so weak, aren’t they!
If you want to look good, you have to have plastic surgery!
Goethe sighed in his heart.
Moreover, it once again proves the saying: whether clothes and makeup look good or not depends on the face.
Just like Morey at this time, one face changed everything!
Really beautiful!
Goethe couldn't help but praise her beauty, but then he remembered Morey's previous appearance, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
"Let's go!"
"It's our turn to take the stage!"
Morey's voice also became soft and light.
Moreover, he raised his arms.
But at this moment, Goethe suddenly thought of something.
"According to the fortune teller, the 'Mist Killer' will definitely appear at the Garden Club tonight?"
He asked.
"certainly!"
Morey was sure.
Suddenly, Goethe's face changed.
Swart!
He finally understood what the problem was!
