Volume 1: The Gate of Flesh and Blood Chapter 78 Information!
White Lion Club, second floor corridor.
The windows are bright.
The afternoon sun shone through the glass, illuminating Goethe's slightly upturned lips, and instantly lengthening his paused figure.
Goethe raised his hand to signal Antonin to step back , and then he took out his revolver.
However, before Goethe pulled the trigger, he heard voices coming from the room.
"Mr. Marple, don't shoot!"
"We mean no harm!"
The voice sounded very young, and then the door of the shooting room was opened.
A young man in a 'four-piece suit' came out.
The black material looks ordinary, but the stitching is solid, especially the buttons, which are all made of silver.
The other party smiled apologetically and bowed slightly towards the gun.
"I'm sorry, Lord Marple, I didn't mean to offend."
"But, my identity..."
“But I had to do it.”
As the young man spoke, he stood up straight, looking as if he was facing the gun calmly.
only--
"Who are you?"
Goethe asked.
The calm young man was stunned for a moment, then seemed to have thought of something.
"Mr. Marple, you are from abroad, so naturally you don't know who I am, but An Dinan, you should know me, right?"
The young man smiled and looked at Andinan behind Goethe.
“I don’t know him.”
Andinan shook his head.
Immediately, the young man's smile became a little stiff.
But the other party immediately adjusted himself and began to make a formal self-introduction.
"I am the youngest son of Grand Duke Gratz, Little Gratz."
Little Graz straightened his chest, ready to meet the exclamations of Goethe and Andinand.
You know, he is the son of the Grand Duke!
The second son of the famous Grand Duke of Graz!
But Goethe didn't react at all, and he didn't even lower the gun.
And Andinan?
The young man frowned, as if he was thinking hard. After about three or four seconds, he suddenly realized something.
"It turned out to be Lord Gratz!"
"I'm sorry, although I saw your photo in the previous newspaper, you were standing too far back. I only remembered Grand Duke Gratz and his eldest son, His Excellency Grand Gratz."
After saying this, Andinan took off his hat apologetically.
If the smile of little Graz was just a little stiff before, then at this time little Graz's smile was completely stiff.
The other party glanced at Goethe and Andinand, suspecting that they did it on purpose.
In fact, Goethe and Andinand did it on purpose.
Over the past two weeks, the two had assumed countless possibilities, including, of course, who would appear in front of them first.
Who it is and what its identity is is naturally unpredictable.
But no matter who they are or what their identity is, the other party must have bad intentions!
However, Andinand did not expect that the first person to appear would be the second son of Grand Duke of Graz.
But that didn't stop him from trying to provoke the other party.
In the discussion between Goethe and Andinand, the two had a very clear division of labor. Goethe was responsible for emergencies, frontal attacks and other incidents that required the use of force to resolve, while Andinand?
It is auxiliary!
Whenever there is no need to use force, try to disrupt the other party's arrangements with words and actions.
Simply put, it is...
ridicule!
At first, Andinan was worried that he would not be able to do it well.
But at this time, looking at the stiff-faced little Graz, Andinan knew that he had succeeded.
However, it seems possible to go further.
Therefore, immediately afterwards, Andinan looked at little Gratz with an apologetic look.
"Oh, I forgot."
"In your family, the second son has no right to inherit the Grand Duke's throne, so naturally you cannot stand in the front row."
As he said this, Andinan looked sighing and shook his head.
Little Graz was a little overwhelmed.
The situation before him was completely different from what he had expected.
He originally planned to enter the shooting classroom "preemptively" to give Marple and Andinan a surprise, then shock the two with his identity, and finally tell them the information he had, to obtain enough benefits and completely take control of the initiative.
but……
Why is it not what he imagined?
The Andinan in front of him was even more annoying than he had imagined.
Why does every sentence have to mention that bastard from Big Gratz!
And then there is Marple, who has lately acquired great fame.
Why is there no reaction to his identity?
Doesn’t the other party know that he is the son of the Grand Duke?
Doesn't he know that his ancestor was one of the 'Seven Heroes' who overthrew the 'Dark Dynasty'?
Little Graz wondered.
Almost involuntarily, the little Graz looked at his advisor - it was this advisor who suggested today that he could not wait any longer and had to act quickly.
Now, there are problems with the plan, and naturally this consultant is needed to solve them.
Just like always.
Under the gaze of little Graz, an old man in a long robe with his hood down, revealing his face, walked slowly towards them.
The other person had a cold expression and arrogance in his eyes, so much so that he raised his chin slightly and looked at Goethe and Andinand.
“Water does not care about rocks, and birds do not care about beasts.”
"We came with good intentions , but were insulted."
“It’s not our fault.”
The old man comforted the young man beside him in a gentle tone, and, as if to show his etiquette, he used a chant-like tune.
Goethe added bluntly.
"Water drips through a stone, and birds eat their food."
This made the old man frown.
"Mr. Marple, as one of the heirs of the 'Robert family', is this how you treat your friends?"
The other party turned around and asked coldly.
"Goodwill? Friends?"
"I only see enemies with malicious intent."
There was a coldness on Goethe's face illuminated by the sun.
The old man shook his head and pointed at An Dinan.
"You represent him, and I represent His Excellency Little Gratz."
"So……"
“Should we follow tradition?”
The other party asked coldly.
"Tradition?"
The murderous intent on Goethe's face became more and more intense.
It seems like they are going to fight if they disagree.
Goethe certainly didn't know the tradition the other person was talking about, but that didn't stop him from acting.
There are only two possibilities for the tradition the other person is talking about.
First, there is a real tradition.
Second, it was to bluff him.
If he was being bluffed, then his sneer and murderous intent at this moment could naturally be explained as anger after being deceived.
As for the first one?
It's also reasonable!
Although Goethe had no idea what the other person was talking about, he was quite sure of the identity of the old man in front of him.
Extraordinary!
It must have been the other party who reminded little Gratz and stopped him from shooting.
Moreover, with the appearance of the other party, some of Goethe's previous speculations were also confirmed!
After the end of the supernatural and the dawn of the mortals, the supernatural did not cease, but changed its path: to serve those in power.
Lost absolute rule.
Then it becomes auxiliary rule.
In this way, one can obtain what the extraordinary person needs, which may be lost knowledge, some special materials, etc.
Or simply power.
This is an extraordinary comfort given to ordinary people who overthrew the "Dark Dynasty".
Or it could be a compromise.
After all, extraordinary power is really tempting.
For example……
Immortality!
No one in power can withstand such temptation.
In short, after mutual compromise, the identities of both parties have changed, but they have not become mortal enemies.
Instead, get along again in a cooperative way.
As for the only constant?
Naturally, it is the lowest class of civilians.
Whether it is the demise of a dynasty or the rise of a dynasty, the common people are always the ones who suffer.
Goethe remained silent in his heart.
Unless it happened in his hometown, under a miracle, such a thing would never be avoided, not even by the former Davari family.
And in Hasartines?
Miracles can't happen!
Because, those who master the "miracle" have already willingly fallen.
This is true both before and now.
But in the so-called "Dark Dynasty", the extraordinary people would definitely not serve ordinary people, so Goethe guessed that the so-called tradition was just something that emerged in this era after the demise of the "Dark Dynasty".
As a supernatural being, it is naturally impossible for him to fully accept such traditions!
Therefore, Goethe thought that there would be no problem with such an answer.
Moreover, the words of the extraordinary person in front of him made Goethe think of more things: If the extraordinary people serve the nobles, then the scope of the extraordinary people who previously commanded the crows would be reduced a lot.
But compared with this, Goethe was more concerned about the word "representative" in the other person's mouth.
The other party represents Little Graz.
But in the other party's mouth, he represents Andinan.
Does this way of speaking mean that...
Is Andinan somehow equivalent to Little Graz?
When this speculation appeared, Goethe suddenly had some new speculations.
Including Andinan's possible identity.
And the purpose of the other party coming here.
If his guess was correct...
The other party and Little Gratz don't just have bad intentions.
It's outright malice!
Suddenly, Goethe narrowed his eyes.
He turned and looked at Little Gratz.
This action caused the old man in front of him to misunderstand, and the other party stepped in front of little Gratz - and this position was exactly what Goethe wanted.
Since the other party has malicious intentions.
What about him?
Of course, we should reciprocate.
"You think you won't compromise, so why are you here in Hasedings?"
The old man looked at Goethe with disdain.
"Why do you think I'm in Hasartines?"
Goethe asked back.
He opened his eyes and closed them and there he was!
How could he know why he was in Hastings!
"Oh."
The other party continued to sneer, looking like he didn't want to get entangled with Goethe.
"Since you don't want to follow the tradition, then let's try something else. You should be quite confident in gunpowder weapons, right?"
"Then let's compete in shooting skills."
"If you win, I'll tell you something."
"If I win, you promise me one thing."
"How about it?"
The other party asked.
"Not so good?"
"You want me to promise you something out of thin air based on a piece of news that you don't know whether it's true or not?"
Goethe shook his head, and then spoke word by word.
"and……"
"Why should I listen to you?!"
After saying this, Goethe turned his wrist, and the revolver, which had been polished to a very bright shine, immediately reflected a ray of sunlight.
When the other party heard Goethe's words, he opened his eyes wide and stared at Goethe intently, and was just illuminated by this ray of sunlight.
Suddenly, the other party closed his eyes subconsciously.
Then, gunshots rang out.
Bang!
