Volume 1: The Gate of Flesh and Blood Chapter 63 Lunch…?
Early in the morning, Goethe, who had completed his writing task again, stretched and stood up.
Goethe picked up the manuscript he had just completed, glanced through it quickly, and after confirming that he had not found any typos, he walked downstairs with the manuscript - just because he himself could not find them did not mean that others could not. After learning that Maria could read, Goethe gave the task of proofreading the manuscript again to his maid.
The butler still followed Goethe dutifully.
Only after confirming that Goethe had no instructions did he return to his room to rest.
Fried eggs, toast, salad, milk.
And a bowl of...
Soup.
It was dark and full of herbal smell.
This is Maria's special 'blood tonic soup'.
Three days ago, when he returned to 11 Kimmel Street on the morning of the 14th, the major newspapers in Hesse Tings directly printed an extra report on what happened at the 'Summer Club'.
At the same time, they also brought up and made a big fuss about previous incidents of people not fearing blackmail and bravely resisting.
In short, Goethe's goal was achieved.
A series of events made him the favorite in Hessettins.
In this era, what could be easier to gain fame than by being published in newspapers?
Of course, it is published in newspapers continuously!
Especially when there is a contrast in continuous reports, Goethe is bound to attract more people's attention!
Of course, Goethe tried his best not to be annoying!
That's why he chose the 'Summer Club'.
Instead of...
bank.
Although the reputation column did not indicate whether it was positive or negative, in order to be able to contact the "superhuman" more smoothly and safely, Goethe chose the positive one - in fact, when he saw the reputation column, Goethe thought about whether to do a few big things, but finally chose to give up.
First, it violated his bottom line as a human being.
Second, if the 'secret realm' in front of him also has an organization similar to the 'Secret Keeper', he would most likely not survive.
Relying on the previous preparation, everything that had happened so far was within Goethe's expectations, including some newspapers pointing out that it was difficult for him to abandon his bad aristocratic habits.
Goethe, who had been influenced by certain media in his hometown, was not at all angry about these accusations, but rather quite surprised.
But he knows that when it comes to "popularity", what you're not afraid of is people criticizing you, but being ignored.
Therefore, he plans to discuss with his editor how to "gently" refute the accusations.
It would be best if the other person kept pestering you for more than ten days in a row.
Of course, not everything developed as Goethe expected.
For example……
Maria's 'blood tonic soup'.
It is bitter, hard to swallow, and makes the food lose its original flavor.
In particular, Maria would prepare such a bowl for three meals a day.
"Maria, I'm healed!"
Goethe pinched his nose and drank the so-called "blood tonic soup" and reiterated it again.
"Yes, Master."
The maid sitting opposite Goethe was concentrating on proofreading the manuscript, and she answered Goethe's words almost subconsciously.
No doubt, if there is lunch, 'blood tonic soup' will appear again.
"Maybe lunch, we can go out for dinner?"
Goethe thought .
Maria spent half an hour reading the manuscript word by word.
"The master has a total of 17 typos, mainly concentrated in Mr. Holmes's address to several prisoners. It should be 'he', not 'it'..."
After Maria pointed out the errors and omissions in detail, she picked up a pen and began to make corrections.
After Maria helped Goethe proofread the manuscript, she was given the right to make deletions and revisions.
When the revisions were completed, Maria handed the manuscript to Goethe.
"Please check again."
"besides……"
"These are invitations from the neighbors. Mrs. Wood is a well-known person on Kimmel Street. Her afternoon tea and banquets are highly anticipated. Her husband, Mr. Wood, owns two textile mills, a sugar refinery, and a transport fleet."
The maid took out a stack of invitations and said seriously.
"Well, how long is this Mrs. Wood's invitation?"
Goethe inquired.
"It starts at 6pm this weekend."
"Okay, I'll participate."
Goethe nodded.
Since he lives on Kimmel Street as , he must participate in some activities. Only in this way can he truly integrate into this environment.
Goethe was well aware of this.
"I will reply to Mrs. Wood's maid."
"Since you have chosen to attend the banquet, you should choose a small gift."
"According to the standards of previous banquets, the value is about 20-30 yuan."
"Do you need me to prepare it for you?"
Maria was obviously a competent maid, and she took care of all these aspects.
Goethe naturally would not refuse this.
However, this did not stop Goethe from going out for dinner.
"I have to go to the newspaper office. There are some things I need to communicate with the editor."
"I won't be back for lunch at noon."
"At night..."
"I probably won't come back for dinner."
Goethe said, picking up his manuscript and coat and walked outside.
"Rick, go to the Hessetings Daily."
After getting on the carriage, Goethe gave the order directly.
"Yes, sir."
The driver shook the reins and the carriage started moving immediately.
Meeting with the editor is naturally a pleasant experience, as no editor hates authors who submit their manuscripts early.
Therefore, Goethe did not refuse his request to communicate in a gentle manner with those who accused him.
"In fact, even if you didn't tell us, Poirot, we would have communicated with those guys."
"Your Wild Adventures is very popular now. It has a unique writing style and content that has never appeared before. You know, before you, for a long time, most adventure stories were about stealing cattle from farms, fighting thieves and robbers, and the best were just some tips on how to hide cattle!"
“Now that your novel has appeared, it has completely created a new genre!”
"The witch hunter Sherlock Holmes and his guide Dr. Watson are simply amazing!"
Editor 'Merry' said this.
"In other words, those guys came here with malicious intent?"
Goethe keenly noticed the hidden meaning of Merry's words.
"certainly!"
"Jealousy is the original sin!"
Merry nodded affirmatively.
"Is that so?"
"Then thank you very much. If you get any result, please inform me!"
Goethe said this and said goodbye to his editor.
This situation was still within Goethe's expectations.
As Merry said, jealousy is the original sin.
Just hope those guys follow the rules and don't go out of line.
otherwise……
He will choose to solve the problem in his own way.
Then, Goethe shook his head and threw these annoying things out of his mind. Now there was only one thing left in his mind: a sumptuous lunch without "blood-replenishing soup".
"Rick, go to the highest-rated restaurant nearby."
"Yes, sir."
The carriage moved forward again.
We arrived at our destination very quickly.
After inviting Rick and being politely rejected, Goethe did not stop, but trotted over excitedly, pushed open the door of the restaurant, and walked straight in.
But at this moment, a scream rang out——
“Ahhhhhh!”
"The chef is dead!"
