Volume 1: The Gate of Flesh and Blood Chapter 68 Party!
Sitting in the carriage, Goethe could guess what Sheriff Lanster was doing without looking out.
He did it on purpose.
When the other party was able to call out Andinand's name, Goethe guessed that the other party must be impressed by Andinand.
Coming to talk at this time is naturally for the purpose of testing.
Under normal circumstances, Goethe would have ignored the other person.
But at this time?
But it’s different!
Because Goethe could not confirm that what Andinand said was true.
That’s right, the other party is Andinan.
Lanster confirmed this.
But what about the others?
Could it be true?
What if the whole thing was set up by Andinan?
From meeting, to talking, to inviting, was it all to lure him into a trap?
This possibility is not impossible.
Therefore, Goethe felt that having an extra layer of "insurance" was not a bad thing.
What's more, even if it was Andinand's identity, Goethe was still skeptical.
This is true even if the other party is known by many people in Hessetings.
After all, he, Poirot Marple, was also known to many people in Hasedings.
As long as you lay enough groundwork, everything will be true!
Moreover, Goethe was quite clear that the reason he was able to live to retirement in his hometown was not because he was more capable than anyone else, but because he was more careful than anyone else.
When he arrived in Lust, Goethe did not intend to change.
Having entered the 'secret realm', Goethe had no intention of changing.
He didn't want to die like this.
At least, you can't die without enjoying a real retirement.
And how to enjoy retirement?
Naturally, we start with our daily food.
besides……
Enough pension!
The latter requires accumulation bit by bit.
former?
"Maria, I need a lunch - just normal, ordinary."
Goethe gave this order directly after returning to 11 Kimmel Street.
"Yes, Master."
Maria was quite surprised by Goethe's sudden return, but as a qualified maid, she did not ask too many questions and immediately began to prepare a sudden lunch.
The kitchen is well stocked with food.
In order to prevent her master from going hungry, Maria prepared lunch as quickly as possible.
"Cold beef, steamed potatoes, tomato soup, and baked apples."
"I learned how to roast apples from a female chef who once served in a noble family. It is said that she was able to roast more than a dozen kinds of fruits perfectly."
"Come and try it!"
As she spoke, Maria looked at Goethe expectantly.
The cold beef is similar to the braised beef in soy sauce that Goethe had eaten. It is just the right amount of salty and has a unique beef texture. It is paired with soft and glutinous mashed potatoes and a sip of sweet and sour tomato soup. It is really comfortable - Goethe was quite satisfied with all of this being prepared in such a short time.
Except for baked apples.
Picking up the slightly burnt apple, Goethe opened his mouth, but found it difficult to eat.
After trying it twice, Goethe calmly put the baked apple aside and concentrated on eating other food.
When all the other food was gone, Goethe said with regret.
“The food was delicious, I just couldn’t eat any more.”
“I know wasting food is bad.”
"But you can leave it to Kai - Kai, who will wake up in the evening, will definitely like it."
Goethe walked upstairs as he spoke.
He thought it would be best for him to take a break at this time.
"Yes, Master."
Maria's voice sounded a little lost.
It was obvious that this apple was the one she baked with the most care.
She also thought she would be praised by her master .
In the bedroom on the third floor, Goethe was lying on the bed and could still hear the maid clearing the dishes. He couldn't understand why Maria would learn those strange recipes.
Obviously, the food cooked normally is delicious.
Is it for the sake of excellence?
But is the direction wrong?
Shaking his head, Goethe, who couldn't figure it out for the time being, began to wait patiently.
He was waiting for Andinan.
About an hour later, there was a knock on the door of 11 Kimmel Street.
The young man appeared at the door with his three bodyguards.
Signaling the three bodyguards to wait outside the door, the young man, under the guidance of Maria, walked towards the reception room on the second floor.
"Would you like something to drink?"
Goethe asked with a smile.
"Coffee bar."
Andinan said.
"Maria, bring me a cup of tea and a cup of coffee."
Goethe commanded.
After the maid brought the drinks and left the reception room, Andinand did not hesitate and immediately took out a burnt notebook and placed it in front of Goethe.
“This is my mother’s relic!”
The young man said.
Goethe picked up the burnt note.
Goethe had no idea how many pages the notebook had, but based on the remaining proportions of the two relatively intact sides of the cover, a truly complete notebook should have been larger than an adult male's palm, but now only about one-third of it was left.
At this level, not to mention that Goethe does not even have the basics of "picture language", even if he is truly proficient in "picture language", Goethe cannot understand what is written in it.
However, this did not prevent Goethe from speaking.
"I need to transcribe this."
"Afterwards, I'll give it back to you."
"certainly."
The young man did not refuse.
If possible, he absolutely did not want to lose his mother's relics.
Now Goethe was only copying, and the young man was naturally very happy about it.
Goethe copied it carefully.
About half an hour later, Goethe copied the remaining thirteen pages of the notebook into his own notes - Goethe marked the numbers according to the original pages of the notebook.
"Did you find anything?"
Andinan asked.
"It still takes time to interpret. What do you think of the party tonight?"
Goethe changed the subject without leaving a trace.
"I plan to organize a small trade fair - of course, a trade fair with us as the main body. We will host it and make it a routine as much as possible, and then get what we want from it."
"In order to achieve this goal, I had some plans before, but they were not safe. Fortunately, you showed up."
“It allows us to achieve our goals more smoothly.”
“So, this small trade fair will ultimately be centered around ‘you’.”
"I just need to know the truth about my mother's death - you need to guarantee that."
Andinan did not hide his thoughts and made a promise.
As Goethe commented, the young man in front of him is a very smart person.
And, know what you want.
"What's your plan?"
Goethe asked.
" Show them my power and make them convinced - I can use balloons and phosphorus to create will-o'-the-wisp, and I can use convex lenses and light curtains to create phantoms..."
"The flaw is too big!"
"It's hard to hide it from someone who's interested!"
" and……"
"Just being strong isn't enough to convince them!"
Goethe interrupted the young man and gave his advice.
“Can you act?”
"acting?"
The young man was stunned.
"right!"
"acting!"
Goethe nodded, and then said in a low voice:
"You need to make yourself look like a..."
"madman!"
