Volume 1: The Gate of Flesh and Blood Chapter 9: A brave man never gets his crotch wet!
Goethe was not displeased at all by Morey's straightforward words.
Because Goethe knew very well that what the other party said was true.
Besides, he had no reason to refuse.
Unless he wants to face an enemy who is even more powerful than the previous one and possesses unknown power alone.
He was extremely lucky to be able to kill the guy just now.
First, he has the geographical advantage.
The second is that the other party lacks experience.
Now the opponent has become his teacher, a more powerful enemy with rich experience, and Goethe feels that he is not sure of his chances.
so--
"good."
Goethe nodded.
"Well, I wish us a pleasant cooperation."
"Someone at Black Sail Security Company will inform you of further arrangements at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning."
After saying this, Morey looked at the pocket watch in his hand again, and then, without giving Goethe a chance to ask, he turned and left.
Goethe stared at the other person's departing back, frowning slightly.
The other party gave Goethe a very strange feeling.
There seems to be an invisible barrier that separates each other from the people around them.
It's not the kind of disdain and contempt for ordinary people that comes from possessing extraordinary powers.
Instead, it's a bit like...
Not used to it!
Not used to talking to strangers.
The figure hurriedly leaving looked as if the work had been done and he was escaping quickly.
but,
Is this possible?
A person who possesses extraordinary powers and is the official local leader would be afraid to talk to strangers?
Or does the other party have other things to do?
Goethe guessed and put the glass bottle hidden in his hand aside.
The bottle was open, with a piece of rag stuffed in the mouth, and filled with kerosene.
This was one of the trump cards Goethe had just prepared, but unfortunately it was not used.
Also not used is [Bloody Honor]!
However, just because something like this isn’t used doesn’t mean that there isn’t a need for more.
The next moment, Goethe threw these thoughts out of his mind and began to bend down to clean up the battlefield - the approaching of made Goethe more eager to find more life-saving cards.
[Bloody Honor] which can instantly make him powerful is naturally the first choice.
Safety should be guaranteed when working with Morey, but Goethe is more accustomed to taking his life into his own hands - no one can guarantee that accidents will not happen, and Goethe knows this very well.
However, it is a pity that the group of gunmen in front of them do not have [Bloody Honor].
"My parents, uncles, aunts, cousins, and aunts, weren't they the ones who did it?"
“Were these people hired just to target me?”
Goethe frowned unconsciously.
If it is really as he guessed, the situation will become even more difficult.
Because the opponent is not only powerful, but also has a large number of people under his command.
It turns out that there is no worst, only worse!
Goethe sighed and looked at Swart who was staring at the kerosene bottle.
The sheriff, whose crotch was still wet, immediately took two steps to the side like a frightened bird, and even slipped and fell to the ground.
Coincidentally, he came face to face with the corpse that was pinned by the door on the ground.
"ah!"
"Um?"
The scream was followed by a drawn-out tone, full of confusion.
This caught Goethe's attention.
"What's wrong with him?"
Goethe walked over and asked.
"His name is Delber, he's a wanted criminal, the bounty is 50 gold grams - I'll give you 60 gold grams, give me this guy's body!"
The sheriff put his hands on the floor to turn his face away from the body before speaking.
As you say this, you act as if you have made a fortune.
"oh?"
"This is the guy I took out with great difficulty, so..."
“It costs more!”
Goethe looked at the sheriff with a gleam in his eyes.
Almost instinctively, he began to re-evaluate the greatest value that Swart could give - the profession he had in his hometown made him sensitive to similar things, especially when money was involved.
The sheriff felt like he was being stared at by a wolf.
He twisted his body uncomfortably, but continued speaking.
“70!”
"70 gold grams is my limit, he is only worth this price!"
The other party emphasized.
But such emphasis made Goethe realize the other party's urgency.
"Yeah?"
Goethe looked at the sheriff attentively, and then said directly:
"That's just an official reward, right?"
"There should be similar rewards in private, right?"
"and……"
"He will also let you gain a lot of merits!"
Regarding the private reward, it was Goethe's guess based on his original memory.
The original Goethe had sought help in places like the Hunter's Bar.
pity……
A pauper, not worthy of the hunters' help.
As for the achievements Goethe mentioned?
If possible, Swat in front of him would naturally want greater power.
Otherwise, the previous transaction would not have been brought up.
"How much do you want?"
Seeing that there was no way to hide it from Goethe, the sheriff asked with a little hesitation.
"100 gold grams!"
“No…”
"100 gold is just the base price. If you're willing to pay an extra 50 gold, I can testify for you and tell others about your bravery. Of course, you need to pay another 50 gold to buy a pair of dry pants from me. After all, a brave man shouldn't have his pants wet."
Swart exclaimed as soon as Goethe made the offer, but was immediately interrupted by Goethe.
Suddenly, the sheriff fell silent.
Telling it yourself and having someone else prove and narrate it are definitely two different concepts.
Most importantly, as Goethe said, he needed this achievement very much.
Because his immediate boss, the director, is going to retire in two years!
He is not the only one vying for the position of director. If he wants to stand out from the crowd, this kind of feat of gunfight with gangsters is absolutely necessary.
Thinking of this, the sheriff gritted his teeth.
"good!"
Facing Swart who agreed, Goethe smiled and spoke slowly.
"Also, help me restore this place to its original state."
"no problem."
Having already agreed to the previous conditions, Swart didn't care about this insignificant issue at all - because as long as he submitted the report, the repair costs here could be reimbursed.
But immediately, Goethe continued.
"besides……"
"besides?"
Swart stared at Goethe with wide eyes. He originally thought that he was greedy enough, but he didn't expect that the guy in front of him was even greedier than him.
This is like squeezing oil out of mud!
Moreover, why is this guy so accurate in his grasp?
"The last two!"
"Please help me research 'Dr. Hodder' - he was my grandfather's personal physician."
Goethe's smile gradually faded and his eyes turned cold.
Among all his relatives, only his grandfather died of a sudden illness, and the rest were "missing". Moreover, it was after his grandfather's death that his family members began to disappear.
In other words, 'his grandfather' is where it all started.
Moreover, 'death from illness' was also the conclusion given by Dr. Hood.
The previous 'Goethe' believed this firmly.
And now?
Goethe saw it as a breakthrough - a breakthrough in finding "bloody honor".
As for why let Swart help?
He had to go to Black Sail Security Company after daybreak and had no time at all.
Moreover, the identity of the other sheriff is very convenient.
Swart's face struggled again.
The sheriff didn't want to get close to anything that was beyond the common sense.
However, he could also see that if he did not agree, Goethe in front of him would definitely not be bought with money.
Look at the hatred in the other person's eyes!
And everything tonight!
The other party did not hesitate to take risks and lure out the enemy, and then, faced Delber and his gang without mercy, killing them one by one!
As for the threat of force?
Let’s not talk about the difference in military strength between the two sides.
In Swart's eyes at this moment, Goethe was not afraid of death at all!
Because, although he had reached a cooperation agreement with Lord Morey and all he had to do was to be patient and cooperate with Morey, he was still willing to take risks on his own to look for clues!
It is obvious that hatred has become the other party's belief in survival!
For some reason, Swart had this impression of Goethe in his heart.
Looking at Swart's fearful yet sympathetic eyes, Goethe didn't care.
Or rather, that is what Goethe needed.
He needed an inherent impression to dilute the original impression that "Goethe" gave to the people around him.
There is nothing better than the Avengers.
Some changes in behavior and words will instantly become reasonable under this disguise.
"What about the other one?"
Swart did not agree or refuse immediately, but asked Goethe about his last request.
If it is still excessive, he will refuse immediately.
Promotion and wealth are important, but life is more important.
"I need to pick some of these weapons and ammunition on the ground."
Goethe made one last request.
Suddenly, Swart breathed a sigh of relief.
This requirement is simpler than repairing a damaged house.
You mean evidence?
Isn't it up to him, the sheriff who killed Delber's gang, to decide?
"Okay, I agree."
"I'll give you the money tomorrow morning!"
"Now……"
"Where are my pants?"
The sheriff said.
Goethe smiled, turned around, took out a pair of trousers from his room and threw it to the other party - Goethe would not have any direct contact with the other party before the other party washed his hands.
Then, Goethe began to select from the revolvers and daggers he had collected earlier.
"Your pants don't fit!"
“Damn it!”
"Who could believe that 50-gold trousers wouldn't fit?"
"50 gold grams is enough for me to buy 20 pairs of trousers from the best tailor in Rooster!"
Beside him, Swart muttered.
"A glass of water in the desert is far more valuable than gold."
Goethe didn't even raise his head and continued to choose his weapon.
There is no doubt that Delber's two revolvers are the best. Both revolvers are well maintained. Under the candlelight, they emit the unique metallic brilliance, and the white and slightly yellowed ivory handles are even more eye-catching.
Picking up the two revolvers, Goethe turned the gun and inserted them directly into the gun belt under his armpits.
This gun belt also belongs to Delber, and it also comes with a bullet chain that can be hidden in the belt.
Then, he tied a sheathed dagger to his calf.
The dagger came from the first attacker Goethe killed.
After doing all this, Goethe couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief with the long-lost sense of security.
At this time, a large number of patrol police finally arrived on the street in the distance.
Reporters also came with them.
Facing his subordinates who were late, Swart didn't care at all. He glanced at the reporters, took a deep breath, and recalled his speech in his mind. Then, he walked out with a smile on his face and his head held high.
However, the sheriff apparently forgot that the pants didn't fit properly.
Moreover, in his excited mood, the sheriff took big and powerful steps.
So, the next moment——
Snap!
Amid the sound of cloth tearing, Swart's smile froze, he clamped his legs together and stood still.
