Volume 1: The Gate of Flesh and Blood Chapter 20 The Secret Keeper
If you ask Goethe what kind of people he hates the most?
Then, those who are deliberately mysterious must be among the top.
Looking at Morey, who was obviously seriously injured but still pretending to be a "riddler", Goethe rolled his eyes.
Death to the Riddler!
Goethe, who was sitting there with his arms folded, asked back unhappily.
"Do you want to guess?"
"Ahem, ahem, you have no sense of humor at all."
Morey coughed twice, looked at Goethe who seemed to have no intention of supporting him, and struggled to get up. After sitting on the sofa, he continued: "I found the lair of the 'Mist Killer' in Luster!"
"Including his men, the entire lair was destroyed by me!"
"Besides, the 'Mist Killer' was also seriously injured...even more seriously than me!"
As he said this, Morey smiled.
“So that’s how it is!”
Goethe almost instantly understood the plan of the 'Mist Killer' - pretending to be or actually being injured, but he ignored Morey behind him and went straight back to his lair.
Then, at the expense of his old nest in Lust, he delayed Morey's return.
At the same time, let his men give him a fatal blow.
It has to be said that the 'Killer in the Fog' is indeed cold-blooded, ruthless, and willing to spend a lot of money.
Not only does he use his own lair and subordinates as 'bait' later, but even the other party himself can become 'bait'!
However, now all the money has been lost!
The nest was destroyed.
All his men were destroyed .
He was also seriously injured.
Goethe finally felt that he could breathe a sigh of relief.
But Goethe did not show any ease in front of Morey. On the contrary, he spoke in a deep voice.
"I used to live in 802."
"You were attacked?!"
Morey reacted almost instantly.
"Um."
"Lucky, I dodged it."
Goethe nodded and tried to speak in a calm tone.
Morey looked at Goethe for four or five seconds before continuing.
"Feel sorry."
Morey looked apologetic .
But at this time Goethe shrugged his shoulders.
"There's no need to apologize, we're just partners."
Looking at Goethe's relaxed expression, Morey, who was in a special situation at the moment, felt even more guilty.
You know, a day ago, he had just promised the other party that he would try his best to ensure the other party's safety, but just now, facing the flaws revealed by the "Killer in the Fog", he forgot this point.
If Goethe had died because of this, he would have felt guilty for the rest of his life.
Fortunately, this did not happen!
Morey was thankful in his heart.
Then, the previous idea of "wanting to cooperate deeply with Goethe" became clearer and clearer.
No!
It's more 'in-depth'!
"Of course it is necessary."
"I have said before that we will cooperate more deeply in the future ."
"And now you have proven that you have such ability, and even far beyond it."
"so……"
"I want you to join us."
Morey emphasized, and then extended the invitation.
Looking at Morey's sincere expression, Goethe wondered if he had overacted - he was clearly just a man who knew the whole thing, and after each other gave way, Morey solved the problem of lack of manpower, and he achieved the goal of learning "extraordinary" knowledge under easier conditions than before.
But why does it feel like Morey is so easily "fooled" now?
Suddenly, Goethe felt a strange feeling in his heart.
He recalled every detail about Morey.
When we first met, he seemed to be uncomfortable talking to strangers and had social phobia.
When they met for the second time, he was dressed as a woman and looked abnormal.
When they met for the third time, he became sincere, as if he was not very worldly-wise.
"This is……"
"Multiple personalities?"
Goethe guessed in his heart.
"Of course not!"
As if he had guessed Goethe's thoughts, Morey denied it outright. Facing Goethe's surprised expression, he chuckled and said, "I was just affected - the extraordinary power is far more complex, strange and... dangerous than you can imagine."
"Danger?"
"Will supernatural powers affect the user?"
Goethe frowned.
"Um."
"Most of the time, it's under control, but sometimes, it's out of control."
"For example: using extraordinary strength beyond one's ability to bear."
Morey explained.
"What exactly?"
Goethe asked.
Faced with such a critical issue that might affect him, Goethe would not be vague.
"Gain powerful strength and use items in a short period of time!"
"The former is more complicated, but the latter?"
“Just like me!”
"I used 'Identification Pocket Watch' when we first met, and it brought out the negative effects of 'social phobia'."
"And I just drank the 'magic potion'. Under normal circumstances, I would simply be interested in wearing women's clothes. However, after I was injured, my personality became as sensitive, fragile, and sentimental as a lady."
“S-Sorry!”
"I didn't mean to forget my promise to protect you, but faced with the opportunity to kill the 'Mist Killer', I'm completely... sorry... wuwuwu..."
As Morey spoke, he could no longer control himself and started crying, covering his face.
More importantly, the potion's transformative effects were beginning to wear off.
Morey was back to his old self again.
A middle-aged man with gray hair on his temples, dressed in women's clothing, sat on the sofa and cried with his face covered...
Goethe felt an inexplicable palpitation.
This is a situation that is even more difficult to deal with than the previous attackers.
He frowned and sighed softly.
"It's not your fault."
"You're going to make it up to me, aren't you?"
"right!"
"I'm already going to make it up to you!"
As Morey spoke, he raised his head. His makeup was smudged from his tears. That face... made Goethe unable to look at it directly.
Fortunately, the negative impact seems to be subsiding.
Morey regained control of his emotions again.
He sat up straight, looked at Goethe seriously, and invited him again -
"Goethe, as compensation, I will be your introducer and invite you to join our organization."
"Of course, not a formal member."
"In the next 3-6 months, you will need to act as a non-staff member. Only when you complete the 'apprenticeship period' will you go to the headquarters, undergo testing, and become a formal member."
"Of course, if you have 'talent', everything will be easier."
"talent?"
Goethe asked about the key point.
"right!"
"Those with talent will receive a free 'baptism' at the headquarters and gain true 'supernatural power'; those with insufficient talent or no talent will have an extra chance after a series of training. If you fail this time, you will need to accumulate merits and redeem yourself for a second 'baptism' opportunity."
"Only after failing twice will they be assigned to the auxiliary, logistics and other departments of the action team."
Morey answered with certainty.
However, compared to just now, Morey, who had begun to recover at this time, spoke more vaguely.
Goethe didn't care about this.
This is as it should be.
Just like there is no reward without effort.
If you don't join the organization in front of you, you naturally won't be able to learn some of its secrets.
So, when facing Morey's third invitation——
"So, Goethe, would you like to join us?"
"willing."
Goethe answered very quickly and affirmatively.
This is the only place in Morey where he can currently come into contact with and learn supernatural powers. Maybe there are other places as well, but who can guarantee that other places will definitely be better than this place in Morey?
At least, in Morey, who represented the official supernatural power, Goethe saw "order".
What's more, Goethe has not forgotten what Morey said, "According to the normal process, the memory will be erased," and those sequelae that he absolutely does not want.
threaten?
Maybe.
But what Goethe saw more was: opportunity!
Hearing Goethe's affirmative answer, Morey smiled.
The official extraordinary person in charge of Luster stood up from the sofa with difficulty. His face was serious and his tone was solemn.
"We listen to secrets, we keep secrets, we receive secrets!"
"Secret Keeper, welcome!"
