Volume 1: The Gate of Flesh and Blood Chapter 32 Plan
The Church of Flesh and Blood?!
Goethe and Kell were both drawn to the spotlight.
"It is impossible to determine when the Flesh and Blood Church appeared, but rumors have it that the death of King George I was related to the Church. And in the following 120 years, every turmoil and massacre in the kingdom was related to the Church!"
"The most recent one was in June last year, when the law on legalizing the supernatural was promulgated. A group of believers from the Church of the Flesh and Blood and more than a hundred supernatural beings joined forces to create a riot in the kingdom's capital, Bod. More than 10,000 civilians died. The secret keepers of Bod tried their best to stop the riot, but suffered unimaginable losses, so much so that they had to transfer secret keepers from all over the country to the capital."
" Assholes like 'The Fog Killer' started to appear during this time."
Morey said, clenching his fists.
Appeared extremely indignant.
"Last June?"
"The plague that came suddenly and disappeared just as suddenly?"
Kyle was stunned.
“The plague is a cover-up.”
Morey explained.
Then, the official person in charge of the extraordinary in Luster spoke to Goethe.
"This matter is beyond your ability to cope with."
"Don't interfere anymore. I will report it immediately."
In response to Morey's instructions, Goethe nodded without objection.
Although he always felt that this matter was unusual, as Morey said: it was beyond his ability to deal with.
What are the consequences of showing off?
No one knew this better than Goethe.
When he was in his hometown, he witnessed with his own eyes a big shot who claimed to know everything, but after stepping down in a short period of time, even his channels of communication with the outside world were cut off.
Goethe would not do that.
"As for the owner of the Pine Nut Hotel?"
“He’s a businessman.”
"Businessmen value reputation, but..."
“He is a businessman after all.”
Morey seemed to have said nothing, yet it seemed as if he had said everything.
Goethe nodded in understanding.
It was obvious that the identity of the owner of the Pine Nut Hotel was more important than he had imagined, so much so that even Morey couldn't say it directly.
"Understood."
Goethe said.
Although I said goodbye to the soft big bed, compared with my life, the hard floor is not unacceptable. Besides, I already have a sleeping bag and a blanket, which are much better than those 'rope beds' and 'squatting tickets', right?
"If anything happens, put a missing cat notice in the Rooster's Daily."
"This time it's: Looking for an orange, five-year-old male cat. Reward: 1 gold gram, 10 silver strings, 6 copper dimes. Signed as 'ZYX'."
"besides……"
"Don't go into 'Elm Street' recently. Wait until I thoroughly investigate why the 'Church of Flesh and Blood' appeared in Lust."
After saying that, Morey prepared to leave.
That feeling of social phobia appeared in Morey again.
I just used the 'Identify Pocket Watch'. Was I affected by the 'Supernatural Power'?
"Is it directed at me?"
"Or Mrs. Burns?"
"Or maybe..."
"Others?"
Goethe guessed.
However, instead of being disgusted, he quite appreciated this caution.
Working with cautious people will bring you closer to success.
Goethe, who knew this well, called out to Morey.
"I have a piece of news that I'm not sure if it's true or not - the 'Mist Killer' is at 17 Warehouse Street."
Goethe said in a low voice.
Morey glanced at Goethe in surprise.
He didn't know where Goethe got the news.
But the remaining power of the "identification pocket watch" made him sure that what Goethe said was true.
That’s enough!
"Well, I'll go check it out myself."
Morey nodded and left in a hurry.
Goethe watched Morey go away, hoping that he could find out more .
Kyle hesitated for a moment and then ran downstairs.
The young man returned just before Mrs. Burns arrived.
He was smiling and seemed to be in a good mood.
However, after seeing Goethe, the young man quickly stopped smiling.
That awkward feeling reappeared.
"I am Lord Morey's most capable assistant - although Lord Morey does not allow me to call him Lord, Lord Morey is still the goal I pursue in this life!"
Goethe was filled with surprise at the words that sounded like a declaration.
Faced with such irrational words, he didn't know how to respond.
It's like countless slots gathered together, but unable to burst out.
Finally, there was only one sentence left -
"Do you know Beatrice?"
Goethe asked.
"Don't ask me for the names of those ladies. After I reject them, I won't leave any contact information and won't remember their names."
Kyle said righteously.
Looking at Kyle who had obviously misunderstood, Goethe felt inexplicably relieved.
But, for some reason, Goethe was still a little disappointed.
However, when Mrs. Burns came in, Goethe collected his thoughts and began to listen attentively.
At the beginning: It didn’t feel difficult, it was okay.
Five minutes later: It’s a bit difficult . I need to be more serious.
Ten minutes later: Don’t be anxious, as long as you work hard and take steady steps, any problem can be solved.
Twenty minutes later: Why does this sound a bit like math?
Thirty minutes later: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
…
"get out of class dismissed."
"Please go back and read your class notes carefully, and don't let anyone else see them. This class is the foundation of our current 'picture-based language'. We will explain it in detail in the next twelve weeks."
"Also, don't be late for class tomorrow."
As Mrs. Burns left, Goethe looked up blankly.
Then, Goethe saw Kyle, who was as confused as he was.
It was obvious that Kyle didn't understand as well as he did.
This made Goethe feel a little relieved.
He was really worried just now, and almost thought that he was "not used to the local climate" and his ability to understand had deteriorated.
I can understand them separately, but when they are put together, they become incomprehensible.
In fact, it is completely the opposite.
It's just like 'three meals a day', the difference between the eyes of a normal person and the eyes of an LS is the same.
Of course, Goethe did not gain nothing.
With his own persistence and hard work——
[Someone taught me special knowledge, judging...]
[Judgment passed! ]
[Yes/No to consume 'Bloody Honor' to learn 'Tu Fu Language (Basic)'? ]
…
Looking at the prompts in front of him, Goethe did not rush to choose to study.
First, [Bloody Honor] is not available everywhere.
Moreover, it is extremely limited!
Putting aside the wine bottle that killed 'himself', the candlestick that killed 'brother', the syringe that killed 'grandfather', and the meat hook that killed 'aunt', according to bloodline, the only thing he is capable of finding now is the murder weapon that killed his 'father', three 'uncles' and three 'cousins'.
At this moment, he has 2 copies of [Bloody Honor], plus the 7 copies that have not been found yet, which makes 9 copies in total.
Of course, he most likely had some deceased 'relatives'.
However, finding the murder weapons used to kill these "relatives" was much more difficult than finding the murder weapons used to kill his own "father", three "uncles" and three "cousins".
If the latter can be considered to have traces to follow, the former is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
The energy and time required were beyond what Goethe could afford at that time.
What's more, it's impossible for 'his' relatives to be so unlucky. How could they all die in murder?
What if someone dies of old age?
Second, Goethe hoped to master new skills through his own learning.
This will make him feel at ease.
Moreover, as the prompt appeared that [Bloody Honor] could learn [Tu Fu Language (Basic)], Goethe had some clearer ideas - no need to use [Bloody Honor] to improve the existing skill level.
For example: [Cold weapons. Dagger] and [Gunpowder weapons. Pistol]!
This place is different from my hometown.
Gun control is not strict.
Moreover, the basic level should be improved very quickly!
Thinking of this, Goethe stood up and walked out.
Kyle, who was standing by in a daze, saw Goethe leave, so he stood up and walked out.
After saying goodbye to the middle-aged butler, the two walked out of 10 Rue de Fevres.
"As a gentleman, I will not lose to you!"
Kyle stood in front of the door and made a declaration like a child.
Then, without waiting for Goethe to speak, he suddenly bowed.
"I'm sorry for getting you into trouble because of my recklessness before."
"I'm sorry for treating you coldly because of jealousy before."
"These are not gentlemanly acts!"
Goethe wanted to roll his eyes at Kyle's childish behavior, but the sincerity in Kyle's words made him hold back.
Gentleman?
Goethe looked at the young man in front of him and thought in his heart.
Some of the things he saw and heard in his hometown made it difficult for him to look directly at this word.
However, now, I have a slightly different feeling.
Kyle continued: "I hope to make amends - I am most proud of my cooking skills, and I hope to make you a sumptuous dinner at the weekend as an apology."
Kyle bowed again.
Looking at the other party's sincere look, Goethe felt that he had no reason to refuse.
He was simply moved by the other party's sincerity, and it was definitely not because of the sumptuous weekend dinner.
So Goethe nodded.
"good."
Kyle was very happy to see Goethe agreed.
"See you on Saturday night."
The young man said goodbye to Goethe, turned around and walked towards the public carriage beside him.
Goethe boarded the police carriage that had been waiting for a long time across the street.
Inside the carriage, Swart looked at Goethe sitting down and immediately lowered his voice and said:
"That guy, found it."
