Volume 3: The Secret of the Door Chapter 13 Exchange!
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In the warm sunshine, Goethe lay flat on the sofa, his eyes narrowed with thoughts.
Whether it was Woody's paranoia or Van der Sar's viciousness, he saw it all.
However, Goethe didn't care about this.
He cares about Seth!
Innocent Seth!
Under the design of those two guys, the innocent Sett chose the former potion and alchemy classroom to refine the highly toxic potion that he had seen once. In Moldod's memory, Goethe had seen this potion and even watched the entire refining process. Sett's technique just now could be said to be exactly the same.
There is no doubt that the other party is imitating Moldod!
As for why?
Naturally, they wanted to create a situation where the 'Potion and Alchemy Classroom' was separated from the 'College'.
Or rather...
In order to find an opportunity to control the 'Academy'.
Judging from the words of the old lady Van der Sar, this is not the first time she has done this.
Before, the old woman had failed.
This time?
The other party still failed.
This is because, even if 'Moldod' was resurrected, it would be impossible for him to refine the [Elixir of Life] again.
etc!
【Elixir of Life】? !
The hidden rules of the 'Academy': 'Changes of Life and Death'? !
Goethe, who grasped the key point, suddenly sat up straight.
"For unknown reasons, Mordaud created the Elixir of Life, so the entire potion and alchemy classroom was separated from the 'College'."
"What if it's the Elixir of Life?"
"It is highly likely that Mordaud will master the rules of the 'Academy'...right?"
Goethe thought about it and shook his head subconsciously.
The 'Mad King' is sometimes quite blindly arrogant, but he is not really stupid and he must have some backup plans.
It was as if Moldod had turned into a golden hamster.
Maybe it was because Moldod used the [Elixir of Life] to experiment on white mice.
Maybe it's the Mad King's back-up plan?
This is something no one can guarantee.
But the result will not change: Moldod became a hamster and lost important memories, becoming similar to a real hamster, living in the dark.
And he used the [Spirit of Blood Crow] to take the [Elixir of Immortality].
result?
Naturally it is a good result.
There's more to it than that.
Moldow also provided Goethe with an idea: to obtain the rules of "life and death" of the "academy" in a way that transcends "life and death".
It's hard for others.
But for Goethe, who possesses the gift of [travel back in time], it is a very simple thing.
The only thing to consider is...
Is it worth it?
Before knowing exactly what the "life and death" rules of the "Academy" were, Goethe could not make an accurate judgment - if it was the "life and death" rule he understood, everything would naturally be worth it.
But what if it isn’t?
What's more, in the end, only an item like [Key of the Controller (Paradise Inn)] will appear?
That would be a huge loss.
So, to be on the safe side.
Goethe chose a slightly complicated but non-consuming approach.
Of course!
He would be even more happy if someone was willing to show him the way.
After all, he doesn't have much of anything now, but he has a lot of 'time'.
He, Goethe, is the immortal.
Ga, ga, ga!
The [Second-Class Blood Crows] flew back one by one, chirping.
Nothing was gained.
Cats, dogs, hamsters, rabbits, no.
Neither is the backpack that might have existed.
Of course, there were no compressed biscuits, water, or canned food.
Such a result made Goethe rub his temples.
"Will we have to eat canned food again?"
"No!"
"There's only one can left, which is considered a necessary and rare resource. The only thing we can have is compressed biscuits."
Goethe frowned slightly when he thought of the taste of compressed biscuits.
He plans to change the way he eats.
"Jerry, go bake some compressed cookies and add more cumin and chili."
Goethe commanded.
The female innkeeper sprang into action.
What does it feel like?
It’s hard to put it into words.
Anyway, Goethe eliminated baked biscuits from his recipe - you can never imagine how the originally dry biscuits become even drier and harder after being baked, even with cumin and chili.
“Maybe I should try tahini dip next time?”
Goethe thought as he walked towards the long and narrow corridor.
squeak!
The door of Paradise Hotel is open again
Van der Sar, wearing a dark cloth skirt, was standing outside the hotel gate and waved to Goethe with a smile on her face.
"Good morning, Mordow."
The old woman was quite polite.
But this cannot change the other party's cruelty.
Goethe still vividly remembered how the dark cloth skirt had absorbed blood, dried corpses, various poison powders, traces of rituals, soil, etc. into the skirt. He always felt that there was a bottomless pit under the skirt.
"Good morning."
Goethe nodded in response.
"What do you think?"
The old woman asked impatiently.
"not enough."
“That doesn’t seem fair to me.”
Goethe said so.
The old woman was startled.
"What's unfair?"
"One secret for another, that's fair!"
The old woman emphasized, as if to increase the persuasiveness of her words, and raised both hands and one finger at the same time, alternating two fingers left and right, indicating fairness of one-for-one.
Goethe smiled.
He imitated the old woman, raised his hands and raised his fingers.
But it was the middle finger.
"you?"
The old woman's face changed and she subconsciously moved forward.
But immediately, the old woman stopped abruptly.
"The premise of a fair trade is that both parties are equal!"
"And look at you now!"
"You dare not even set foot in my 'inn', yet you keep saying that you are conducting a fair transaction with me - this kind of fairness itself is unfair to me."
Goethe leaned against the hotel reception desk and shrugged.
"Moldod, you weren't like this before."
The old woman smelled of tea again, and her eyes turned red as she looked at Goethe.
Goethe sighed and spoke softly.
"Vandersa, you weren't this old before."
These words were like a critical hit, causing the old woman's body to tremble and making her voice even sharper.
"You said that even if I were old and ugly, you would not change your attitude towards me."
"I'm sorry, I lost my temper."
"When I look at you now, I always think of you in the past, which makes it even harder for me to face you now. Forty-two years passed by little by little for you, but for me, it changed in an instant. In my impression, you are always eighteen, but in fact you are sixty now. This makes me look at you as if I were a stranger."
"I'm sorry, facing you like this, I can only speak out of turn."
"Because I feel like if I were to make the same commitment to you now as I remember you, then it would make me feel like I'm being unfaithful to you as I remember you."
Goethe sighed and pretended to tell about his difficulties.
In fact?
He just wanted to see if Van der Sar could become young again.
He wanted to test how much of a burden it would be for Van der Sar to return to his youthful appearance.
"I am who I am, what's the difference?"
Van der Sar pointed at himself.
“It’s different.”
Goethe shook his head.
Huh, huh.
The old woman's breathing quickened.
However, the old woman did not return to her youthful appearance, which made Goethe a little disappointed.
“The burden is heavier than you thought?”
“Is there still a time limit?”
Goethe guessed and did not answer, he waited quietly.
"good!"
"Since it's unfair, how do you think we should exchange it?"
The old woman finally said this.
"I want the secrets about 'Principal' Modeus - everything you know, you need to tell me."
Goethe said.
The old woman hesitated for a moment and then nodded.
"Can."
"I also need to know the list of spies currently in the 'Academy'."
Goethe immediately made another request.
"Can."
The old woman nodded again.
Compared to the first request, this one was not excessive, and it would not cause any harm to her, so of course she didn't care.
"I need to know how the outside world has changed in the past forty-two years."
"no problem."
This request was even more unnecessary, and the old woman agreed without even thinking about it.
"besides……"
"besides?"
The old woman frowned, she felt that Goethe was a little greedy.
Goethe smiled and spread his hands.
"This is the last one!"
"I haven't eaten hot food for a long time. Now I even miss the cafeteria of the 'College' a little bit. If I am one more person in the self-sufficient 'College', it shouldn't be too much, right?"
The old woman stared at Goethe.
More serious and solemn than any time before.
Even hideous .
"'College' is mine!"
"This is yours!"
"We all have our own turf. If you dare to enter the 'Academy', we will fight to the death. Believe me, once you leave the 'Paradise Hotel', you will not have the upper hand over me."
The other party said harshly.
"Of course! Of course!"
Goethe agreed repeatedly.
Then, he changed the subject and said.
"Since you have divided the territory, I will stay in my territory, but I think I should eat some fresh vegetables, fruits, meat, and wheat. How about you send me a few trucks?"
"Okay, it will be delivered before sunset."
Van der Sar made the promise.
Then, the old woman felt that her words were too harsh, and immediately whispered.
"I'm sorry, Mordow."
"Forty-two years have passed, and too many things have happened. The 'College' is no longer the mission goal for me. I can't change my obsession with it."
"I understand!"
Goethe said this, and, as the old woman looked at him in surprise, he pointed around.
"It's been forty-two years. My obsession with it is only deeper than yours, so I know your condition very well."
"I wish you success, too."
"Because this will allow us to have a deeper cooperation."
Having said this, Goethe stepped forward.
He walked to the door of the hotel.
The distance between him and the old woman was less than 5 meters.
"You know, the world is bigger than it seems."
After Goethe finished speaking, he raised his hand to the door frame and slowly closed the door.
The old woman looked at the closed door, stood quietly for a moment, whispered a few of Goethe's last words, and then turned and left.
Goethe 'gazed' the old woman and returned to his sofa.
"It should inspire greater ambitions in you, right?"
"I hope you can better understand that the ' bigger world' only refers to the world here, instead of imagining that because I have mastered the 'Paradise Hotel', I have discovered more worlds like the 'Academy' and need allies to help me open up and conquer such worlds - don't think like that!"
"If you really think so, that's your business. I didn't say a word."
Goethe whispered to himself.
The 'secret realm' before me is different from the previous 'secret realm' world.
In the previous 'secret realm', the departure of the 'Mad King' was reasonable.
As the 'secret realm' in front of us has an 'academy'-like existence, the departure of the 'mad king' will most likely be considered as finding a better place than the 'academy'.
Of course, there must be people who speculate that the 'Mad King' is dead.
But compared to this guess, after seeing the magic of the "Academy", these people are more inclined to the former.
People are always like this.
They only want to see what they want to see.
As for the rest?
Even if I saw it.
That is also turning a blind eye.
Even when disaster strikes, they will still be stubborn and refuse to repent, just like the writers who write based on inspiration and the ladies who pick up customers based on lust, they have no future. But they are definitely much better than the writers who write based on lust and the ladies who pick up customers based on inspiration - because the former will at most not have enough food to eat, while the latter... will die.
The more you cultivate the land, the more fertile it becomes, but the more you cultivate the land, the thinner the cow becomes.
There are only cows that die of exhaustion, but no land that is damaged by plowing.
"I'm craving beef."
"I hope the meat delivered before sunset will include beef, preferably with some potatoes and onions. I haven't tasted the taste of beef stewed with potatoes for several days."
Goethe thought this and waited patiently.
In order to have a sumptuous dinner, Goethe did not eat anything at noon, but just drank some water - the hotel had a water purification device, which operated mechanically and mysteriously, and could purify the black, smelly and rotten river water.
As the sun was about to set, Van der Sar appeared again.
Accompanied by four strong security guards, they pushed two carts of vegetables, fruits, meat and flour.
“Move all your stuff in.”
Van der Sar said so.
The four security guards looked at Goethe who opened the door with obvious fear, but they were more afraid of the old woman and began to move things obediently.
"Tom, take them to the storeroom."
Goethe had an idea and set up a storage room next to the underground entertainment room.
Tom immediately opened the stairs leading down.
Goethe was very concerned about this.
Just as he cared about the wicker box in the old woman's hand.
The box was square, the size of a 16-inch suitcase, and did not seem heavy in the old woman's hands.
Noticing Goethe's gaze, the old woman smiled, put the box directly under her feet, and opened it with a click.
