Volume 1: The Gate of Flesh and Blood Chapter 79: Don’t look directly at it!

There were flashes of gunfire and loud noises.

Propelled by gunpowder, the bullets are fast and accurate.

Goethe's two weeks of continuous club shooting practice in the afternoons were not in vain.

Relying on his physical fitness that is nearly three times that of an ordinary person and an unlimited supply of bullets, Goethe successfully upgraded [Gunpowder Weapon. Pistol] from the basic level to the entry level after a long period of uninterrupted shooting.

[Gunpowder weapons. Pistol: You are already familiar with the pistol. When facing a fixed target within 10 meters, you have a very high hit rate. When facing a moving target, you also have a certain hit rate. Effect: Skill +0.1]

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At this moment, the distance between the two sides was less than 5 meters.

Goethe's shot is sure to hit the target.

Just a layer of translucent defensive force field rose from the old man's body, like a shield, blocking the warhead.

The bullet hit the translucent defensive force field, spinning rapidly, but soon lost its kinetic energy.

bite!

The metal bullet that fell to the ground bounced back and forth.

Before that, Goethe kept pulling the trigger.

Bang bang bang!

The remaining five bullets in the magazine were all fired.

Without exception, they all crashed into the translucent defensive force field, lost kinetic energy and fell to the ground.

"how?"

"Does the heir of the 'Robert family' also favor gunpowder weapons?"

"It seems that you have also gone against tradition!"

The old man ridiculed Goethe, but when Goethe took out another revolver, the other party paused.

But what made the old man even more frightened was that after Goethe threw the empty revolver in his hand to Andinand, he took out another revolver from his coat.

Three revolvers!

Who would hide three guns on their body!

And he is a guy who upholds 'tradition'!

The old man roared in his heart.

But Goethe did not hesitate, he held two guns in his hands and fired continuously.

Bang bang bang!

This time, ripples appeared in the force field defense shield.

Moreover, the ripples began to converge and intertwine.

Super shields and gunpowder weapons.

Spear and Shield

Who is the ultimate winner?

Double Guns will give you the answer!

Bang!

The translucent force field shield shattered directly.

At the same time, the two guns in Goethe's hands were out of bullets, but Goethe looked at little Gratz with a smile on his face.

The old man was horrified.

"Close your eyes !"

The old man yelled.

Dragon power!

Little Gratz obviously knew what the heir of the 'Robert Family' was best at, and he immediately closed his eyes. Then, he heard a muffled sound.

That is...

The sound of the body being hit

Little Graz would not have heard wrong.

Because that was the sound he made when he beat his servants.

It was just that Advisor Silik's screams were more than the servants wanted.

Instinctively, little Graz opened his eyes.

He saw his advisor holding his crotch and backing away repeatedly, his eyes red as if tears were flowing out, and his neatly combed hair and beard all stood up.

And that Marple walked forward with a grim smile on his face.

"Walk!"

Before little Gratz could react, his advisor grabbed his arm.

Then, the two disappeared from the spot.

Only left——

"Andinand is the illegitimate son of the Grand Duke of Graz!"

The words were mixed with pain, but he still spoke them out completely.

The sound echoed on the second floor.

Goethe frowned.

One cannot be careless when facing any extraordinary person, so he only took action when he was quite sure. However, he did not expect that the other party actually had the ability similar to "teleportation".

and……

It's instant!

The opponent's force field shield is also instant!

When thinking of the "dejected gaze", which also does not require gestures or pictures to be activated, Goethe had a flash of enlightenment.

"The mystery of the secret world before our eyes is disappearing, so the extraordinary people are gradually adapting and changing themselves!"

"Perhaps the power has become less, but it has become more convenient and..."

“It’s impossible to guard against it!”

Goethe reminded himself to be more careful.

Then, he turned and looked at An Dinan.

At this time, the young man stood there in a daze.

Undoubtedly, the young man was stunned by the news.

"I am the Archduke's illegitimate son?"

Andinan looked at Goethe.

Goethe remained silent. He didn't know whether what the other party said was true or false, but according to his speculation, Andinan was most likely the Archduke's illegitimate son.

The young man was quite clever, and after recovering from his initial shock, he immediately tried to change the subject.

"Maybe, maybe they want to disrupt the view?"

As Andinan said this, he wanted to smile.

However, that smile was extremely forced.

Because the young man was quite smart, he came to the same conclusion as Goethe.

"Mr. Marple, let's continue with our shooting training."

Then, Andinan said this.

At this moment, the young man looked calm, as if he had completely gotten rid of the impact of the news.

Goethe did not stop.

This afternoon was no different than the past two weeks, it was shooting after shooting.

And the entire 'White Lion Club' didn't seem to notice the arrival of little Graz.

Everything seems normal.

However, Andinan's chances of missing the target increased sharply.

It was obvious that the young man was far from being as calm as he appeared.

But Goethe maintained a normal level.

It seemed that he was not disturbed at all by the sudden "visit" of the extraordinary person, even though the other party displayed unusual secret skills.

When he was at home, Goethe understood a truth: when you are upset about something, the best way is not to think about it, otherwise, you will only become more and more upset.

It may even affect one’s own judgment.

And what could be a better distraction than shooting?

Naturally, it was double-gun firing.

As for comforting Andinan?

First of all, Goethe was not good at comforting others.

Secondly, it concerns things like parents.

As an outsider, Goethe thought he shouldn't say much.

After all, he had never experienced such complicated things, and if he just opened his mouth, he would be struck by lightning.

So Goethe remained silent until the shooting training was over.

With a smell of gunpowder on their bodies, Goethe and Andinand returned to No. 11 Kimmel Street.

"Master, the bath water is ready."

"After you take a shower, you can eat."

“I prepare special dishes – traditional dishes that I have adapted.”

Maid Maria said excitedly.

"Okay, I'm looking forward to it."

Goethe handed over the coat.

Since attending several gatherings of neighbors on Kimmel Street, Maria's impeccable performance has completely reassured Goethe, especially the recent food, which has made him extremely satisfied.

There are no special baked apples anymore, and every meal is blood-replenishing soup.

Life has become glorious.

After washing up, Goethe returned to the restaurant in his pajamas.

Andinan did not change his clothes and was still sitting in the restaurant.

It was obvious that the young man was waiting for Goethe.

After hearing the footsteps, the young man immediately raised his head and opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't know how to say it.

Seeing that Andinan seemed to be hesitant to speak, Goder pulled out a chair and sat opposite the young man.

“I’m not very good at comforting people.”

"But if you want to say something, I can listen."

"At the same time, I can keep it a secret for you."

"But don't expect me to give you any advice. You can only rely on yourself for this kind of thing."

Goethe said so.

An Dinan was stunned for a moment, then he started laughing.

"Don't go back and comfort people as you imagine."

"Nothing is more comforting than listening and keeping it confidential."

"Did you know?"

"I'm actually a fool."

The young man pursed his lips in self-mockery, leaned back in his chair, half raised his head, and looked at the ceiling.

After a pause of several seconds, the young man continued.

"My mother never mentioned my father much, she just told me that he was just an ordinary person and died very early."

"But my mother told me that she inherited some money from my father."

"Then, when I inherited the estate, I realized how rich the 'some' my mother mentioned was - as long as I didn't get carried away with investing or starting a business, I could live a worry-free life until the next next next life."

"And this is based on the premise that my mother spent a lot of money."

"Although such wealth is exaggerated to say that it is rich enough to rival a country, it is enough to make people jealous. Then, why have I lived with my mother for 16 years without being disturbed by anyone?"

"Then why did some guys who shouldn't have appeared show up after my mother died?"

“It’s not like I hadn’t noticed these issues before.”

"It's just that I didn't think deeply about it. I..."

“Running away!”

As the young man spoke, he raised his head even higher.

"There should be no father figure in my life, but he is everywhere."

"And my mother?"

"Always by my side."

"She wanted me to be a doctor or a lawyer."

“It just so happens that I’m also interested in medicine.”

"In my plan, I should become an excellent doctor in 4-5 years. My mother will be proud of me. After working for a few years, I will get married and have children, so that more children can play around me."

"That's my plan."

"Instead of getting involved in some bloody dispute among aristocratic families!"

"I don't want to!"

“This is not what I want!”

The young man said this, raising his head higher again.

Goethe turned his head slightly and looked in the direction of the kitchen. He didn't want the young man to be embarrassed.

There was silence in the restaurant for five minutes.

The silence was broken with the arrival of Maid Maria.

"Hey, An Di Nan, why are you crying suddenly?"

The maid carrying the tray asked in surprise.

"My toes hit the corner of the table, and then I couldn't bear it any longer... oooooo... it hurts... it hurts so much."

Andinan explained.

It was originally just an excuse, but as I was talking I couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Don't cry, don't cry, come and try the delicious meal I made, it can heal everything!"

Maria raised her hand and patted Andinan on the head.

Then, he opened the lid covering the plate.

Suddenly, Andinan stopped crying.

No, it shouldn't stop.

But I was scared.

On the plate in front of him was a golden roast chicken with an octopus stuffed inside the chicken's stomach. The octopus's head was completely inside the chicken's stomach, leaving only its tentacles exposed. On the back of the roast chicken was an opened crab with eight bloody red crab legs with sharp thorns, each standing upright.

"What, what is this?"

Andinan asked, stuttering.

"Roast chicken!"

Maria replied as a matter of course.

Then, he slapped his forehead again.

"Oh yeah, the sauce!"

The maid quickly ran back to the kitchen and brought out a bowl of sauce.

“This is my special spinach juice, healthy and delicious!”

As she spoke, the maid poured the sauce on it.

Immediately, dark green juice spread out. The roast chicken, which was originally just a little scary, suddenly had a weird temperament at this time, making it impossible to look directly at it, as if one would completely fall into madness if one looked at it for one more moment.

"You want to eat it?"

Andinan swallowed hard.

But this action caused the maid to misunderstand directly.

"Can't wait?"

"Come on, come on, try it!"

The maid said.

Andinan looked at the maid who had just comforted him, then looked at the indescribable roast chicken, and gritted his teeth and wanted to pick up the knife and fork, but the moment his fingers touched the knife and fork, the young man chose to give up.

He can't put down the knife and fork.

He backed down in the face of a roast chicken.

He suddenly found that the problem of "being involved in a bloody dispute in an aristocratic family" was not that difficult.

At least, death is sometimes a relief.

But if you really eat this roast chicken, it will be a life worse than death.

Andinan looked at Goethe after making his mental evaluation.

Immediately, I felt admiration.

Goethe had a calm, normal look on his face as he adjusted the napkin around his collar, then just picked up the knife and fork.

Suddenly, the young man looked in awe.

"As expected of Lord Marple, he has the courage to eat this roast chicken!"

The young man thought so.

But just before the knife and fork were about to touch the roast chicken, Goethe suddenly stopped.