Volume 1: The Gate of Flesh and Blood Chapter 77 White Lion Club

Goethe did not explain more, but just a question was enough for Andinand, a smart young man.

In an instant, Andinan thought of more details.

"Are you saying that last night's attackers were related to the 'White Lion Club'?"

The young man also frowned.

Then the young man whispered to himself:

"My arrangement was not very grand. We know that there were not many people at the party last night. Moreover, the other party had a better opportunity before, but chose last night. It's because I contacted you at noon yesterday, and you hid the extraordinary information in the newspaper. You are a real extraordinary person, not a liar. So, they couldn't wait to take action at night."

"But they didn't expect you to have made arrangements beforehand."

"The first failure did not make them give up, they immediately launched a second attack."

“Then, it failed again.”

After 'reviewing' the whole incident, the young man let out a long sigh.

"Except for those three bodyguards, there is no one else who can keep an eye on me so effectively."

"The waiter at home didn't even know about my meeting with you."

"Moreover, they also take turns to serve as the coachman..."

"hiss!"

"I suddenly felt like I was standing in the cold wind with nothing on."

The young man gasped.

No one likes to be monitored, especially 24 hours a day.

Of course, more importantly, the three bodyguards are dead!

As soon as the attackers appeared last night, the three bodyguards were shot to death.

Kill to silence the witness!

This cruel method makes young people feel chilled.

"Sir Marple, shall we change clubs?"

Andinan asked.

Even though the young man wanted to turn his horse around and go to a safer place, he did not forget to consult Goethe.

"unnecessary."

"We need to keep us under their radar."

"At least, let them think we are under their surveillance."

Goethe shook his head.

Compared to tracking the extraordinary person who controls the crows, the "White Lion Club" in front of him is obviously more real.

Since the other party dared to manipulate crows to attack him, he must have perfect means to cover his tracks. Therefore, even though he asked someone to look for him, Goethe did not have any hope for the final result. He just did it out of habit.

But the White Lion Club is different.

If the 'White Lion Club' is really the other party's sphere of influence.

Under the premise that the other party does not know that they have already known the other party's identity, some loopholes will appear.

And him?

As long as we seize this loophole, it will be enough to turn the situation around!

There may even be extra rewards!

"is that so?"

"Understood!"

An Dinan nodded, and then silently blamed himself in his heart.

Andinan!

You just decided to help Mr. Marple, but now you're thinking about running away. This is really wrong!

Are you going to forget your oath now?

Are you going to give up the investigation into the murderer who killed your mother?

call!

The young man took a deep breath and his eyes became firm.

“I will try my best!”

Andinand spoke in a loud voice, with a look of assurance.

"Don't show any flaws."

"Stay within my sight as much as possible."

Goethe reminded again.

"good."

Andinan nodded again.

Later on the journey, the two did not say anything about the 'White Lion Club', but chatted casually. Goethe hoped to learn more about the world in front of him from Andinan.

Young people are happy to share interesting stories with people they respect.

Half an hour later, the carriage slowly stopped.

"Mr. Marple, here we are!"

The coachman Rick said, and opened the door for Goethe.

Goethe got off the carriage and looked at the 'White Lion Club' in front of him.

There is no conspicuous signboard, and even the outer wall is gray and inconspicuous. It is located on the southern edge of the city of Hessetins, but it covers a very large area. Pine trees grow tall inside the wall, blocking the view from outside. There are two waiters who look like guards at the door.

Moreover, Goethe could keenly sense that after he walked towards the carriage, at least three pairs of eyes were fixed on him, sizing him up.

Not the guard at the door.

But there are secret sentries hidden all around.

Military camp!

The first impression rose in Goethe's heart .

At this time, Andinan walked over with a smile.

"Hi, Bill, Bick."

The young man looked like a familiar face.

"Master An Di Nan, good morning."

The two serious guards smiled.

"Is Colonel Chimok here?"

"I brought a friend with me and wanted to go through the membership procedures."

As the young man spoke, he turned sideways and introduced Goethe behind him.

Goethe raised his right hand and touched the brim of his hat. He did not take it off completely, but it was also a greeting.

The two guards nodded in response immediately, and the guard named Bill said directly: "Master An Dinan, please follow me with your friends."

"The Colonel is in his office."

Colonel Chimok is the owner of the 'White Lion Club'.

However, unlike other bosses, Colonel Chimok insisted that everyone who knew him call him "Colonel" instead of "Sir" or "Your Excellency", let alone the so-called "manager".

Even if the other party runs the club.

Moreover, one must be recommended by two ordinary members or one senior member to join the club.

Andinand was undoubtedly a senior member here, and he was quite popular. Along the way, people would stop and greet Andinand from time to time, and even Goethe received friendly greetings.

Following Bill, the two walked into the building on the side of the club.

Unlike the three-story main building, the building here is a tent.

There was a cowhide map hanging in the tent, with various marks on it in red and blue ink. Apart from that, there was a camp bed standing in the corner of the tent.

The whole tent is clean and tidy, yet has a sense of decisiveness.

Just like the middle-aged man standing in front of the map.

His face was strong, his eyes sharp, his hair neatly combed.

The other person was wearing a military uniform but had no military rank, and the boots on his feet were wiped clean without a speck of dust.

After hearing the footsteps, he turned his head, waved to Bill, and then looked straight at An Dinan.

"Private First Class Andinan, have you completed your mission?"

"I'm so sorry, my Colonel."

"My mission has failed, I need more reinforcements."

"At the same time, I'm bringing friendly forces!"

Andinan cooperated with Colonel Chimok to introduce Goethe.

"All friendship is welcome here!"

"Welcome to the 'White Lion Club' friends!"

Just as Goethe was thinking about whether to cooperate, Colonel Chimok returned to normal, took a step forward and stretched out his hand.

Goethe raised his hand and shook hands with the other party.

The fingertips, knuckles, palms and edges of palms are all covered with calluses.

Moreover, the palms are broad and strong.

'Master fighting and shooting!'

Goethe made a split-second judgment.

Similarly, Colonel Chimok also made a judgment.

“What a great reinforcement!”

After saying that, the other party turned and walked towards the map hanging in the tent, and pulled out a contract from behind the map.

"New recruit Andinan, you know who you should go to."

"certainly!"

The young man saluted with a smile, and left the tent with Goethe under Colonel Chimok's pretended angry look.

After walking a distance, Andinan looked at Goethe calmly.

There was a questioning look in his eyes.

After a slight hesitation, Goethe shook his head imperceptibly.

He did not sense any extraordinary aura from the other person.

Or to be more precise, he did not sense the kind of extraordinary aura that he knew from the other person, but it did not rule out that the other person was a hidden extraordinary person.

The young man immediately understood what Goethe meant and began to continue introducing some things about the 'White Lion Club'.

After that, there is a series of procedures such as payment of membership fees.

Nothing of note happened.

Everything is working fine.

Even in the next two weeks, everything was safe and sound.

These two weeks have been the most comfortable days for Goethe in recent times.

Every morning he would eat breakfast and read history books about the "Dark Dynasty". He would have lunch at home and practice shooting at the "White Lion Club" in the afternoon. After dinner at the club, he would return to No. 11 Kimmel Street to write books until late at night. After a midnight snack, he would fall asleep peacefully.

Andinand participated in the whole process and even lived at 11 Kimmel Street at night.

This is for safety reasons.

Of course, for convenience, Andinan also brought his own chef.

Goethe welcomed this.

But the happiest person was the maid Maria.

Because the maid learned new dishes from the other party.

And he assured Goethe that he would create new dishes soon.

After giving encouragement with a smile, Goethe told Andinand to tell the other party's chef to teach him normal and ordinary dishes.

After a little thought, the young man understood what Goethe meant.

Lord Marple must have an extraordinary background, so what Lord Marple calls normal and ordinary dishes must be the legendary dishes that only traditional aristocrats can eat.

The reason is to remind him that it is normal and ordinary.

Of course, it was because Mr. Marple was a very approachable person and was unwilling to show any difference.

Lord Marple is reluctant to show the difference, but I cannot ignore it!

With this idea in mind, the young man began to collect traditional aristocratic dishes and asked his chef to teach the maid Maria with all his heart.

Moreover, initial results have been achieved.

"Mr. Marple, Maria will give you a surprise tonight!"

As the two walked side by side towards the shooting classroom of the 'White Lion Club', An Di Nan spoke mysteriously.

"surprise?"

“I’m looking forward to it!”

Goethe immediately guessed that Maria must have mastered the new dishes, and he smiled immediately - he was a little impatient.

However, the next moment, Goethe frowned.

There was someone in the shooting classroom with the door closed.