Volume 2: Boundless Walker Chapter 24 Acting!

It looks a bit cold.

Hair is tied up.

Get used to wearing a white coat.

Goethe thought about the characteristics of Camilla that Astrid had told him, and quickly confirmed the identity of the doctor.

However, Goethe did not immediately go over and tell the other party why he was there.

Instead, he walked towards a corner of the clinic's lobby.

There is a predator there.

The plunderer who had lost an arm was sitting in a corner thinking about what he should do next - the original team would definitely not be able to go back, and the team would not support a disabled person.

And installing a robotic arm was not something he could afford.

really……

Am I just going to be garbage when I get old?

The predator was filled with despair at the thought that he was about to become a useless old man with no future.

So much so that he didn't even notice Goethe when he walked in.

The predator didn't raise his head until the atmosphere around him became strange.

Then--

"Master 'Clown'!"

The Predator exclaimed, jumping up.

"Hush, be quiet."

"Can you show me your weapon?"

Goethe asked with a smile.

"Of course!"

The looters nodded repeatedly and took out all the weapons they had on them, including a homemade iron barrel pistol, a dagger, two sticks of dynamite and a rusty thick-backed machete.

Goethe looked at the other person with fear and trepidation, and felt that it was a little abnormal.

Although Goethe asked the [Blood Crow Spirit] to investigate when he decided to enter the 'Clinic', there were naturally rumors about him, but Goethe did not care.

It was not until he actually showed up that he suddenly realized that these guys seemed to take it seriously.

I really thought he was the villain as rumored.

Moreover, while they were afraid of him, they also abnormally...admired him.

The kind of worship of the strong that arises from the law of the jungle!

It's like a group of people suffering from Stockholm syndrome.

Just like the predator in front of him.

Goethe could clearly see the heat in the other person's eyes.

However, this did not prevent Goethe from touching these weapons one by one.

Finally, he picked up his original target: the rusty thick-backed machete.

[Thick-backed machete (rusty): As a once sharp weapon, it was loved by its original owner, who used it to obtain food, money, and houses. It was not until it was shot down by the descendant of the 'prophet' that the thick-backed machete became the trophy of the descendant of the 'prophet'. The descendant of the 'prophet', who did not know his identity, used it to chop off the head of the original owner, but accidentally got his palm cut by the rusty blade...]

[Get Bloody Honor x1]

…

It’s here as expected!

According to the divination just now, Goethe confirmed that [Bloody Honor] was nearby and immediately narrowed the scope again.

'Clinic'!

This answer surprised Goethe.

It also made Goethe very happy.

The result of the divination was correct, proving that his previous guess was correct.

The bloodline of the 'Mad King' left in the world before our eyes is not just the three that are strung together and placed at the highest point in the 'Fortress of Doom'.

The other side has more bloodline descendants left.

Even if those descendants are dead.

But it was enough for Goethe.

He will definitely be able to obtain more [Bloody Honor].

For example: this thick-backed machete in front of you.

However, after putting the thick-backed machete back into the other party's hand, Goethe did not turn around and leave immediately.

He was too conspicuous at the moment.

It would be too suspicious if he just turned around and left.

Although there is a high probability that the drug-addled predators around will not guess anything, it will make the doctors and nurses suspicious.

Even if Goethe could explain it, once the seeds of doubt were planted, they would be difficult to remove.

What's more, his 'attending physician' is not so easy to deal with.

So, Goethe needed to make everything make sense, and... get the doctor to admit that they were 'the same kind'!

The next moment——

"Very good weapon !"

"It should have been extremely sharp in the beginning, but without any sharpening, it rusted!"

"Just like you right now..."

"Do you also want to be a blunt knife like this?"

Goethe, who was admiring, suddenly changed the subject and looked at the plunderer who was missing an arm.

“I, I…”

The looters were at a loss.

“You lose an arm, you give up.”

"But why don't you think about whether those guys who caused you to lose your arm have given up?"

"Do you have to wait until you really lose everything and start picking up trash before you start to regret why you gave up in the first place?"

Goethe looked at the other person, picked up the thick-backed machete again, and gently swung it to make a knife flower.

"And what about those guys who caused you to lose your arm?"

"They ate steak and drank red wine, talking a lot, but not a single word was about you - because you are no longer worth mentioning."

"You have been forgotten."

"You are already dead."

"He didn't die on the battlefield where he could have fought for his life, but died in obscurity in a corner. He might even become food for those mutant creatures."

"Is this the result you want?"

Goethe looked into the other's eyes.

"No!"

“This is not what I want!”

"I don't want this result!"

The plunderer shook his head. The anger and the remaining potion in the other's body made his cheeks flush red, and even his eyes began to turn red.

Goethe smiled.

The corners of his mouth cracked, revealing a hideous smile.

He handed the thick-backed machete back to the other party.

"So what are you waiting for?"

Goethe said this and jumped onto the front desk of the 'clinic'. He looked at the other injured plunderers in the 'clinic' and shouted loudly -

"What are you waiting for?"

"Waiting for death to come?"

"Haven't you tried it before?"

"When we started the war with the 'Fortress of Doom', you were already prepared for this. What about now? You're backing down again, which makes your previous bravery worthless!"

"And make your lives worthless!"

"You are injured, you are disabled."

"But you are not dead yet!"

"Then why not give it another try?"

"You have guns and knives in your hands. You are familiar with the current situation of the war!"

"Besides, you can unite!"

"Go! Go!"

"Try again!"

"Go take back everything you deserve!"

“Hehehahaha!”

After the shouts, there were bursts of laughter.

Such wild laughter seemed to give these injured predators "new life", and these predators, who were already wandering in despair and at a loss, made a decision.

The first plunderer who spoke to Goethe sorted his equipment and walked out of the clinic, talking to him as he walked.

"Anyone want to join me?"

"I!"

"Count me in!"

"And me!"

One by one, the looters followed him out.

The looters who were unable to move also struggled to stand up.

They sensed the 'opportunity'!

A chance to turn things around!

The wounded marauders set out, returning to the battlefield.

Goethe's crazy laughter echoed in the 'clinic'.

The nurses were terrified.

Camilla's breathing was rapid and she had to take several deep breaths before she recovered.

She hesitated for a moment and walked towards Goethe.

"Mr. Clown, please stop hindering me from treating patients and leave my clinic."

The doctor said this.

His eyes were filled with vigilance.

She wanted to ensure her own safety.

A scalpel appeared in her hand.

The two 'Defender' robots have already picked up their miniguns.

But to Camilla's surprise, Goethe did not do anything extreme. Instead, he took off his coat in front of her, revealing a hideous wound on his abdomen.

"My intestines fell out, I stuffed it back in, I sewed my stomach back together, but it didn't come together."

As Goethe spoke, he gestured to his abdomen with his hands.

The calm tone and serious expression revealed more madness.

This time, even Camilla couldn't stand it anymore.

The doctor took a step back.

Goethe, however, jumped off the bar and walked towards the other party.

"Don't come over here!"

A scalpel appeared in Camilla's hand.

"Are you going to operate on me right away?"

"I'm going to lie here?"

"Or here?"

Goethe pointed to the desk at the front desk and then to the chair beside it with a smile.

"Give me a ward!"

"I don't want number 13."

“I hate that number.”

"I want to go to number 6, that's a good number."

Goethe's seemingly casual words made Camilla's knuckles, which were holding the scalpel, turn white.

Seen through?

When did he discover it?

The uncertainty in her heart made Camilla even more afraid to act rashly.

Listening to Camilla's heartbeat, Goethe felt a little relieved.

That should be it!

After using the [Blood Raven Spirit] to explore the entire "clinic" and discovering some little secrets in it, Goethe completely gave up the idea of telling Camilla that he was introduced by Astrid.

Because it’s not safe.

Camilla was clearly much more than Astrid had described her.

The danger level is far, far beyond what it should be.

Different from the superficial madness of other people in the wasteland.

Doctor Camilla is crazy to the core.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have had such excitement in his eyes and bursts of happy laughter from his mouth while chopping those bastards into pieces.

Goethe was not at ease entrusting himself to such a person.

Who knows what terrible things will happen.

But he does need a doctor.

As for finding another doctor?

Goethe had no guarantee that those doctors were normal.

Or safer than Camilla.

At least Camilla still has a trace of rationality in her madness, and she still has her own bottom line.

The remaining guys may not do anything for fame or money.

There must be a lot of people eyeing his "clown" head now.

So, he chose Camilla.

So here comes the question!

Question: What should you do if you want a madman to help you sincerely?

Almost instantly, the answer appeared in Goethe's mind.

Become each other's kind.

Moreover, you have to be crazier than the other party.

So far, Goethe has done well.

In room 6, the nurse brought the sedative.

"unnecessary."

Goethe refused.

Camilla waved her hand, signaling the nurse to take away the sedative, and directly used a scalpel to cut the sutures, leaving Goethe's abdomen completely open.

The doctor glanced at Goethe.

I found Goethe lying there quietly, humming an unknown tune.

Even when she took out the other person's intestines and sewed them up, there was no change at all.

The tremor, not the hand.

It's the heart that's trembling.

Camilla suddenly asked, holding Goethe's intestines in her hand.

"Why did you do that?"

Goethe, who had been enduring the pain and pretending nothing was wrong, almost burst into a curse.

But I didn’t dare.

His intestines were held by the other party.

Goethe's mind was racing. He stuck out his tongue, licked the corners of his cracked mouth, and spoke in that unique voice.

"Because creating a little commotion, disrupting the original order, and making everything chaotic - that will make everything fair!"