Volume 1: The Gate of Flesh and Blood Chapter 21 No. 32 Little Durian Street
Secret keeper?
Goethe repeated this word, which he heard for the first time, and memorized it firmly in his heart.
Then he asked directly.
"Can people with insufficient or no talent also use 'supernatural powers'?"
Goethe asked this question before.
When faced with this repeated question, Morey's answer was still affirmative.
However, it is more detailed.
"certainly!"
"It's just that it takes a considerable amount of time and energy, and you may even have to endure extreme pain. Then... you will find that the rewards are totally disproportionate to the efforts you put in!"
"People without talent, even after 'baptism', will only be slightly stronger and faster than ordinary people. But if you put the same amount of time and energy into it, you will gain more."
"So, most of the 'apprentice secret keepers' who go to the headquarters will be assigned to the support or logistics of the action team after it is confirmed that they have no talent."
Having said that, Morey glanced at Goethe who was frowning and silent, and continued.
"In fact, many 'apprentice secret keepers' who have no talent or insufficient talent are unwilling to give up. They have all tried, and then some of them face the reality, while others..."
"What's wrong?"
Goethe asked.
“Dead!”
Morey said in a deep voice.
Suddenly, Goethe narrowed his eyes.
By this time, Goethe was confident that Morey would not deceive him.
But judging from the information in front of him, obtaining extraordinary powers is more difficult and dangerous than he imagined!
And, more importantly…
He probably has no talent!
Involuntarily, Goethe looked at the [Heart] in the attribute column!
The huge 0 is particularly eye-catching at this time.
Goethe's intuition told him that the heart and the supernatural are closely related.
If that's the case, it's really terrible!
Goethe's brows furrowed even more.
Seeing this scene, Morey immediately comforted him.
“This world isn’t fair.”
“Even if it seems fair, there is a hidden price tag.”
“So we just need to do our best!”
"and……"
“I’m rooting for you!”
Morey patted Goethe's shoulder vigorously, smiled, and said, "You give me a very special feeling, a feeling that only those with 'talent' can have."
"So, just relax for now!"
"After all, you are about to have a very long and very dangerous day."
" The Secret Keeper's apprenticeship?"
Goethe immediately guessed what Morey was talking about.
As for the special feeling that Morey mentioned?
He accepted it as a comfort by default.
"Um."
"When a leader is injured and cannot provide immediate support, the 'apprentice period' is far more dangerous than imagined!"
Morey emphasized.
Then, before Goethe could speak, Morey added.
"However, because of this, your weekly salary will be 4 gold grams, and you will be reimbursed 50 gold grams every month. At the same time, I will find a teacher for you to learn the 'supernatural language' - Kyle will be with you."
"He's the same age you met this morning at Black Sail Security."
"He's a fine young man, just like you."
good?
Goethe recalled the young man's indifference and hostility this morning and couldn't help curling his lips.
But Morey seemed not to see it and continued to give instructions.
"I need to recuperate for about a month. For the next month, you and Kyle will be in charge of the 'special case' that occurred in Luster."
"If something happens that cannot be handled, publish a cat search notice in the Luster Daily of that day - looking for a pure black, seven-year-old cat. The reward is 1 gold gram, 11 silver strings, and 7 copper dimes, and sign it with the name 'xyz'."
"When I see it, I will take the initiative to look for you."
"Do you have any more questions?"
After saying that, Morey looked at Goethe.
"Do we need to check the lair of the 'Mist Killer' again?"
Goethe asked.
Immediately, a smile appeared on Morey's face.
Admiration appeared in the eyes of the official in charge of extraordinary things in Luster.
"It's at 32 Little Durian Street."
As the other party spoke, he walked to the window and pushed it open.
Before climbing out the window, the other person suddenly remembered something and said another sentence.
"Remember to go to 'No. 10, Favre Street' to see Mrs. Burns at 3 pm starting tomorrow. She will teach you 'supernatural language'. Don't be late!"
After saying that, the other person jumped out of the window.
By the time Goethe rushed to the window, Morey was no longer there in the night.
You know, this is the 8th floor!
And Morey was injured!
But even so, he still did something that ordinary people could never do!
"Is this the power of 'supernormal'?"
Goethe murmured in a low voice.
Deep down in my heart, I have a greater yearning for this power.
This is true even though he most likely has no talent.
It is not Goethe's style to give up without trying.
Moreover, even if he failed, Goethe still had a trump card...
[Bloody Honor]!
Even if he cannot obtain extraordinary powers, he can still protect himself at this stage!
Goethe glanced at the remaining copy of "Bloody Honor", immediately picked up his coat, checked the two revolvers, bullets and the dagger stuck in his trouser legs, and walked downstairs.
He is going to No. 32 Little Durian Street.
The reason why Goethe asked Morey about the lair of the 'Mist Killer' just now was not because he loved his job, but because he hoped to find more [Bloody Honor], and what place could be more suitable than the lair of the 'Mist Killer'.
Goethe was even prepared to see the "corpses of his relatives" there.
When Goethe arrived at No. 32 Little Durian Street in the carriage of the Pine Nut Hotel, he was surprised to find that Swart was already there.
The sheriff did not look very happy at this time. He had a gloomy face and a bandage on his head.
When he saw Goethe coming to ask about it, he forced a smile on his gloomy face.
"Hi, Goethe."
The other party greeted.
Goethe nodded and looked at the gauze.
Suddenly, the sheriff sighed.
"I didn't see Ms. Xila. I was knocked unconscious as soon as I entered the room. When I woke up, I was woken up by my own people. They said you asked them to rescue me."
The sheriff said this with a look of regret.
“What good luck!”
Goethe couldn't help but sigh as he looked at Swart, who had completely forgotten about the possible .
According to his original guess, Swart was most likely dead.
Even if he was alive, he would at least be seriously injured, not like now, where he only has some scratches.
But Swart didn't notice Goethe's exclamation at all and continued talking.
"Then, the police station just sent me an order asking me to cooperate with you and Kyle to handle special cases."
Swart looked at Goethe inquiringly.
As for doubts?
Swart, who was not stupid, had no doubts and naturally guessed what had happened between Goethe and Morey.
And him?
Just cooperate.
Goethe was surprised at Morey's speed .
"perhaps……"
"Morey should have arranged everything before meeting me."
Goethe reacted and was slightly startled, then returned to normal.
Morey's actions did not offend Goethe.
Because the more the other party does this, the more it shows that the "cooperation" between the two parties is solid.
This is what Goethe wanted.
At least……
That's how it is now.
Facing Swart who had already roughly understood, Goethe did not explain further.
His attention was completely focused on No. 32, Xiao Durian Street, in front of him.
It's only one block away from Durian Street.
You can also get a glimpse of the prosperity of Durian Street here.
However, unlike the rich nightlife on Durian Street, this place should be very lively during the day, with shops lined up closely together, neat stone floors in front of the doors, and tall gas street lamps.
But at this time, the cast iron street lamp at No. 32 had already bent more than 90 degrees, and the entire No. 32 was in a dilapidated state. The sign of "Beard Grocery Store" was broken into three pieces, the second floor collapsed in half, and the first floor was full of broken holes, as if two angry bulls were thrown in and tossed around for a day and a night.
Inside the house, blood was seen everywhere, and five bodies were lying here and there along with the scattered goods.
Goethe stepped inside.
He first looked around carefully, then squatted down to examine the five bodies.
Then Goethe looked up and around again.
The next moment, Goethe's brows were frowned.
Something is wrong!
