Volume 2: Boundless Walker Chapter 57: The Clash of Swords!
Huanghua Market?
Autumn market?
When Goethe heard such a name, he subconsciously thought of "the day lilies are cold" and "the grasshoppers in autumn can only jump for two days."
What a fucking name?
It would be strange if nothing happened with this name.
The female swordsman standing by seemed to be thinking about something.
When Goethe's gaze swept over, the female swordsman spoke directly.
"Yellow Flower City is the place where the Martial Saint shattered the void. It was not originally called the Yellow Flower City, but because yellow flowers fell from the sky the moment the Martial Saint shattered the void, it was renamed the Yellow Flower City."
"Qiuhou City, according to records, is the place where the last descendant of the Martial Saint died. When the descendant died, it was originally summer, but suddenly it turned into autumn, so it was renamed Qiuhou City."
"As for Green Vine City..."
"The Martial Saint was born here, rose to prominence here, and created the 'forty-one' original 'secret weapons'."
The 'Mad King'?
What did he and his descendant leave behind in these three places?
still……
Goethe guessed.
Although the other party's purpose is still unclear, we already have a general direction and are no longer completely in the dark.
As for the memories in his mind?
That memory was too simple, so simple that there was no such detailed information at all - there was no such information in the previous search, so it was obvious that this information was relatively secret.
"Is it about the 'Martial Saint'?"
Zote muttered to himself, picked up his phone and looked at the female swordsman.
The latter nodded without stopping.
Zot immediately walked to the corner and made another call.
This time the call was even shorter than the previous ones.
When Zote returned, the interim branch chairman of Green Vine City's Security Committee looked relaxed.
"Headquarters sent someone over, and they have already eliminated most of the hidden dangers."
"The 10th Unrestricted Fighting Tournament will proceed as usual!"
"Now……"
"Let's draw lots!"
Zote said as he looked at the other players in the lounge.
"I abstain!"
A sudden voice sounded.
Yes, Guan Li.
The young man holding the big knife stared at Goethe and said sternly, "I am no match for you now. Even if I enter the city-level competition or the continent-level competition, I will always be suppressed by you."
"I cannot accept this result."
“So, I will sharpen my own knife, my own heart.”
"When I appear again..."
"I will challenge you!"
After saying this, the young man jumped on his horse and rode away.
Tap tap tap!
The sound of horse hooves gradually faded away, and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.
"this……"
It was the first time for Zote to host such an event, and he was a little overwhelmed.
Then, before the acting president could come to his senses.
The six black-armored Qin family warriors also said this in unison.
"We abstain too!"
Then, the iron-shirted fighter from Longxing Martial Arts School also spoke.
"I abstain too."
The boxer sighed, looking unwilling.
The remaining two martial arts gym members patted their companions on the shoulders to comfort them.
"There are only five of us left!"
Zote looked at the eldest lady of the Qin family and deliberately prolonged his tone. After confirming that the other party would not give up, he immediately announced -
"Five people draw lots, and one person gets a bye."
"The remaining four people will fight in pairs."
"The winner will enter the top three of Green Vine City, and the top three will continue to draw lots to determine the ranking order."
None of the contestants present had any objections.
Zote hurriedly directed the staff to carry out the lottery box.
"Let's go in order. Goethe, you go first."
As the first player to sign in, there are naturally some privileges.
Goethe did not refuse. He walked up and took out a ping-pong ball with the word "empty" written on it.
Suddenly, everyone was surprised.
Goethe enters the bye round!
But immediately, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
By this time no one wished to meet Goethe.
The previous flames and thunder, as well as Huang Wu’s words before his death, made everyone present extremely wary of Goethe.
We can still fight for the 'absolute territory'.
'Ultimate power'?
Come on, that's a completely different level.
"Goethe has a bye!"
Zote announced loudly, and then carried the box in front of the two martial arts gym members.
One of the two people draws 1 and the other draws 2.
There was no confrontation, and both of them breathed a sigh of relief.
Next came Li Yuan and Qin Huaner.
Li Yuan drew number 2 and faced the sword-wielding woman from the martial arts gym.
Qin Huaner drew 1 and faced the martial arts master.
"Goethe, how come you are so lucky?"
"I actually got a bye and got a place in the top three."
Qin Huaner pouted.
"I've always had good luck."
Goethe would never tell the girl that he took out the ping-pong ball subconsciously because it was hot.
"Well, you are indeed lucky to have Grandpa Xie agree to marry both Sisters Xie Wan and Xie Ling to you at the same time. But I will not give up so easily. I will use all my strength in the competition..."
"Want a midnight snack?"
Goethe suddenly interrupted Qin Huaner's words.
"Don't think a midnight snack will make me go easy on you. I..."
"I know a place that serves really good night porridge and pastries."
Goethe smiled.
Qin Huan'er hesitated.
The girl gritted her teeth and pretended to glare at Goethe, but her saliva was flowing.
In the end, the girl chose to satisfy her stomach first.
As for promises?
Of course, recognition is also required.
At worst, at worst she can use 80%... No, no, just 50% of her strength will be enough.
After Qin Huan'er made up her mind, she immediately felt relieved and started to eat the ribs.
Li Yuan on the side picked up a bowl of porridge.
Zot was confirming again - he was confirming whether this meal could be reimbursed!
When he got a positive answer, he immediately shouted at his boss.
"Give me six baskets of shrimp dumplings, four servings of spare ribs, chicken feet, siu mai, barbecued pork, roasted pigeon, and one serving of baked lobster in soup, steamed grouper, stir-fried clams with scallion oil, and scrambled eggs with crab roe. Hmm... there are actually six abalones. The boss steamed them for me!"
Zot stood in front of the table and shouted loudly.
He looked full of vigor and ambition.
Qin Huan'er's saliva flowed into the plate.
Is 50% strength okay?
How about 30%?
Miss Qin thought so.
The six black-armored soldiers of the Qin family sitting next to him stared at Zote with murderous eyes.
With a smile on his face, Zote moved unnoticeably behind Goethe and sat down slowly.
Immediately, Goethe blocked Zote.
The acting president of Green Vine City breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Qin Huan'er with a sad face.
"Miss Qin, why don't you just bear with it and drink the porridge, otherwise I'm afraid I'll be beaten."
Qin Huan'er frowned and looked at her subordinates.
Immediately, the six black-armored soldiers looked at their noses and their hearts, and remained seated in silence.
"Don't worry, it's okay, I promise you."
Qin Huan'er almost swore an oath.
"That's good - Boss, do you have roast suckling pig? Come on, give me one!"
Zote smiled, turned around and shouted loudly.
Immediately, Qin Huan'er smiled happily.
The joy of midnight snack is something that cannot be told to outsiders.
It is like the breeze at sunset, the first ray of sunshine in the morning, or the iced soda when the sun is shining brightly at noon. It is comfortable, cozy and always gives you a sense of freedom.
That's what Goethe did.
He sat there and looked at Zote. He knew that Zote was trying to build a good relationship with Qin Huaner.
But he didn't hate this method.
Similarly, it does not prevent him from competing with Qin Huaner for food.
"Ah! My lobster!"
"Ah! My abalone!"
"Ah! My roast suckling pig!"
The inexperienced Qin Huan'er immediately fell into a disadvantage and screamed in anger, but at this time, Goethe sped up, and Qin Huan'er immediately stopped and began to concentrate on eating.
Li Yuan, who had eaten two bowls of porridge in a row, put down her chopsticks. The female swordsman looked at Goethe and Qin Huaner who were fighting for the porridge with an admiring look - she envied Goethe for being so casual, and she wanted to be like him too, but she couldn't let go.
Zote, who was standing beside him, had sweat on his forehead .
Because he just remembered——
Even if he wants to get reimbursed, he has to pay for the meal before he can get it reimbursed!
But he...
No money!
An awkward but rude smile, mixed with embarrassment, appeared on the face of the acting president of Green Vine City.
"I'm going to the bathroom."
Goethe picked up a pork leg, stood up and left.
The female swordsman instinctively stood up and walked out together.
In a breath, the two disappeared into the night.
Zote looked at Qin Huan'er who was still eating and drinking, and then looked at the six Qin family black-armored warriors beside him. After silently estimating, he stood up and walked to the counter, lowering his voice and said, "Boss, can you pawn your phone? If the phone doesn't work, can you see the car at the door? It's a new energy car!"
…
"Zot has no money?"
The female swordsman who was walking side by side with Goethe on the street was stunned.
"Probably not."
"I paid for it the last time he smiled like that."
Goethe said.
"What about him?"
"Don't worry, he has a cell phone, a car, and... a wife."
Facing the puzzled female swordsman, Goethe said.
"Um?"
The female swordsman became more and more confused.
"Zot is a pretty good guy. He is thrifty, family-oriented and considerate of others. He works diligently to do things that others are unwilling to do, just to make the lives of his wife and children better."
"I guess his wife must be a good person."
"That's the only way Zote would treat me like this."
"And men?"
"A creature that is tough on the outside will go home with a smile on its face even if it suffers outside. Especially someone like Zot who loves his wife so much, he must have exaggerated his treatment outside to make his wife think that he is living a good life."
"So, I wanted to show his wife the 'real him', that Zote, who had a promotion and a pay rise, deserved more pocket money."
Goethe explained.
"So that's how it is."
"Goethe, you have a very gentle heart."
The female swordsman looked at Goethe with a strange look in her eyes.
Goethe shook his head and spoke very honestly.
"He still owes me two meals. He can't afford to treat me with his current pocket money, so I have to give him more pocket money."
Female Swordsman: ...
After being stunned for three full seconds, an expression emerged on the cold face of the female swordsman, which was unclear whether it was crying or laughing.
"Can't you just not admit it?"
"You speak so frankly that the good impression I had of you is gone in an instant."
The female swordsman sighed.
"So you hate me?"
Goethe asked rhetorically.
“Not annoying.”
The female swordsman thought for a moment and answered seriously.
"That's it. You don't dislike me when I'm honest, but I may get your favor , but it makes me hate myself because..."
Goethe pursed his lips, and a hint of melancholy immediately appeared on his handsome face.
"Why?"
The female swordsman asked.
"Because it goes against my beliefs!"
"Be sincere to others, just like my sword and your knife - they will not lie, but when their masters lie, they will lose their sharpness."
Goethe said seriously.
"Faith? Sincerity?"
The female swordsman's eyes lit up, but she quickly came to her senses.
"You can use a sword?"
“Yeah, that’s amazing.”
"Then why don't you carry a sword?"
The female swordsman looked puzzled.
"My sword, sincerity, is faith!"
"Of course not for anyone to see!"
"It's not in my hand, but in my heart. How can I show my heart to others so easily?"
Goethe looked at the female swordsman and smiled, then walked forward. The night wind gently blew the lapels of her coat. The female swordsman looked at her back bathed in the bright moonlight and couldn't help but murmur softly.
"There is no sword in the hand, but there is a sword in the heart?"
Goethe did not answer, but continued to walk forward, at a moderate pace, leaving a little room for maneuver, appearing neither hurried nor slow.
When Goethe took the seventh step, the female swordsman suddenly raised her head and said:
"Goethe, I want to see your sword."
