Volume 3: The Secret of the Door Chapter 15 'Convoy'!
,!
Woody, arrived earlier than expected.
According to Goethe's prediction, Woody should appear at the Paradise Hotel tomorrow morning or tomorrow night.
As for Woody coming?
Goethe was really not surprised at all.
Under his gaze, the other party was almost always monitoring Van der Sar.
Van der Sar's continuous "unusual movements" would naturally attract the other party's attention, not to mention leaving the "academy" with several trucks of food - this was another purpose of Goethe's request for food: to attract Woody.
What is the most profitable business in the world?
The answer is undoubtedly: monopoly!
Now that Goethe has his own monopoly business, if he does not make a lot of money, it would be a waste of the right time, place and people.
In fact, it’s not just Van der Sar and Woody.
Goethe intends to sell the ' valuable news' to all those in need within the 'Academy'.
Therefore, Goethe welcomed Woody's arrival.
The more urgent the other party is, the greater the price they will pay.
And the more initiative Goethe had.
jingle!
The newly installed wind chimes rang as the door of the Paradise Hotel opened.
Like Van der Sar, Woody chose to stand at the door and did not enter the inn.
"Good evening, Mordow."
The teacher with a carefully trimmed beard bowed slightly.
"Good evening, Woody."
Goethe responded.
Woody was not at all surprised that his name was known to Goethe. In fact, in Woody's opinion, this was reasonable - in Woody's imagination, Goethe was the winner who had been planning for many years.
Not the end.
But the victory in the first half undoubtedly belonged to Goethe.
It is not unacceptable for such a winner to have the advantage.
So, the male teacher very frankly took out his bargaining chips.
A yellowed, folded piece of paper.
"This is part of the 'Principal's' notes. It was supposed to be inserted inside . I took it out, but the notes were taken away by Van der Sar. She didn't know it existed. I want to use it as a bargaining chip to exchange for some clues."
The male teacher said.
"Can."
"But not some..."
"Yes."
"I can tell you the name of the potion I made. The real name."
Goethe emphasized.
Woody was stunned.
Then the male teacher had the same idea as Van der Sar.
Because Woody also planned it three times.
Every time it was perfect, but every time it failed.
Was I wrong from the beginning?
With this thought in mind, Woody nodded immediately.
Then, the contract was signed again.
As a teacher of Tu Fuyu in the 'Academy', Hu Di was naturally familiar with this. He just glanced at it, confirmed that there were no problems, and then signed his name directly, handing the contract and the folded paper to Goethe.
"[Elixir of Life]."
Goethe said so.
"[Elixir of Life]? [Elixir of Life]!"
“So that’s how it is!”
Hoodie's eyes lit up.
"formula!"
"If I need the formula, what do I have to pay?"
Hoodie continued to ask.
"The Philosopher's Stone!"
Goethe gave the same answer as before.
Unlike Van der Sar, Hu Di nodded directly.
"Understood!"
"If I had the Philosopher's Stone, I would come to you for the formula of the Elixir of Life."
After saying that, Woody turned and left.
The male teacher is now eager to mobilize all his strength to find the "Philosopher's Stone". As long as he finds the "Philosopher's Stone" and exchanges it for the formula of the [Elixir of Life], he can resurrect Alan.
As for the legendary functions of the Philosopher's Stone?
Of course there is, otherwise Goethe wouldn’t have wanted it.
But there must be conditions.
Otherwise Goethe would not have said it so generously.
Therefore, after finding the 'Philosopher's Stone', he will come to exchange for the formula immediately.
He must get the formula before Van der Sar.
Woody believed that Goethe would not make a deal with just him.
Van der Sar must have gotten the same message.
"Maybe, I should..."
Hoodie pondered, an extremely dangerous look in his eyes.
Goethe saw it.
But Goethe didn't care.
It's not directed at him.
"Jerry, make a normal dinner. Slice the frozen beef and mutton, chop the potatoes and lettuce, and I want a 20:80 ratio of peanut sesame paste."
After Goethe gave these instructions to the female puppet, he sat back on his sofa and opened the paper in his hand.
Still the notes of the 'Mad King'.
However, it is a lot sloppy -
I already have the strength to become a 'Title Legend' and am no longer a rookie, but why am I always feeling anxious and uneasy?
I am always awakened in the dead of night.
It's like an invisible big hand is controlling me.
When I wanted to tell 'them', the warning in my heart made me hesitate.
I told myself that I was just overthinking.
But I couldn't help but investigate some things.
I hope I'm overthinking it.
…
There was no progress in the investigation, but my inner uneasiness grew stronger.
It was as if my subordinates, my puppets, my contractors, and my divinations had all lost their effectiveness at this moment.
it's out of the question!
There is only one answer left.
But I don’t want to face this answer.
…
I started building my own 'shelter'.
Not for myself.
It is for my descendants.
My contractor brought back some bad news.
More than 30% of my descendants died before reaching adulthood.
Those things made me feel like the coming of death.
I have to do something.
…
I have prepared many 'Shelters', and this is one of them.
I don’t know which one will work, so I try to leave some inconspicuous information. If my descendants can see this information, please forgive me as an irresponsible father. I try my best to protect you, but accidents keep happening.
What’s even more terrifying is the source of these accidents.
well.
Hope there will be good results.
Come, let's talk about something happy.
This will be a very good "shelter". It was formed by combining several roads that I accidentally discovered when I was traveling and a "secret fragment".
Here, you can isolate yourself from most prying eyes. As long as you hide well enough, fate will ignore you.
However, to get it, you have to solve the puzzle set by me as an old father.
As for what the puzzle is?
Hehehehe.
you guess.
…
There are worries, but I still remain optimistic.
At this time, the Mad King should be in the early to mid-stage, and the Academy is naturally the Mad King's habit of hiding things in a scattered manner...
One of the legacies.
Goethe believed that dispersing and hiding things was a good habit.
When unexpected events occur, not putting all your eggs in one basket will be your best preventive measure to reduce losses.
but!
This habit of leaving things half-said and leaving people to guess is really bad.
Especially those that are meant to show off.
It's really bad.
How can you let people guess without even telling them the riddle itself?
"If you stand in front of me, I will punch you."
Goethe talked to himself.
Then, Goethe raised his hand and picked up the notes of the Mad King.
In Goethe's view, the puzzle is most likely hidden between the lines.
But unfortunately, when Jerry brought dinner, he still got nothing.
The slices of beef and mutton were stacked one on top of another and neatly arranged on a white porcelain plate.
Cut the potatoes into half-moon slices and break the lettuce into pieces and wash them clean.
What made Goethe happiest was Erba sauce.
Jerry got the proportions right.
"Jerry, can you pickle garlic?"
Goethe asked this.
The female puppet looked bewildered.
Although she looks like a human, she only looks like one.
There is still a long way to go before becoming a real person.
However, the attitude is much better.
"I can learn, Master."
Said the female puppet.
“Hmm…”
"I really want to teach you, but I don't know how to pickle garlic—I only know how to eat it."
Goethe gave a helpless smile.
“Maybe we could ask some of the chefs for advice?”
"The chef at 'the Academy' might know."
Jerry suggested.
"Well, I'll ask."
Goethe nodded, and then an idea came to his mind.
The vase on the table in front of him immediately turned into a steaming copper pot, with sparks coming out of the charcoal fire. The purified water, after adding some dried shrimps, seaweed, wolfberries and dates, turned into pure soup boiling in the copper pot.
After the mutton slices were put into the pot, they changed color after rolling.
After the beef slices are put into the pot, they float up and down with the soup.
With one chopstick, he picked up the mutton and beef and put them into his mouth.
Chewing the completely different tastes of beef and mutton, Goethe's mouth curled up. He picked up the second piece of meat with chopsticks, dipped it in the Erba sauce, coated it with a thick layer, and put it directly into his mouth.
The taste of sesame paste, peanut butter and beef and mutton instantly made Goethe feel happy.
It's a treat for the taste buds.
It feels more like 'home'.
"It should be added with oil and chili."
Goethe thought about it and arranged for Jerry to do it.
I also brought some chopped green onions and coriander.
This was a habit Goethe developed when he was in his hometown: the first bite of meat must not be dipped in sauce.
The second bite is dipped in pure Erba sauce.
Only on the third bite will other things be added.
Only by doing this can you taste the deliciousness of the meat.
Sizzle!
Hot oil is poured over the dried chilies.
Each dried chili is intact, without being cut or diced.
As the hot aroma hit him, Goethe put the oil, chopped green onions and coriander in the sesame sauce bowl, stirred it vigorously, then scooped out a bowl of broth from the copper pot and ate and drank it.
After the meat is eaten, it’s time for the vegetables.
The potatoes are soft and sticky.
The lettuce was crisp.
But none of them is as good as adding vinegar to the broth in the copper pot and cooking the noodles.
The noodles should be cut into small pieces.
The soup base should be cooked over high heat.
Pour the vinegar on top while you roll it over, and it's a perfect meal.
At this moment, Goethe experienced this perfection.
The same thing happened in the following days.
Apart from eating and drinking every day, he does business with those restless people in the "Academy" - not everyone can come up with chips worthy of Goethe telling them the news.
But no matter who shows up, it will prove that Moldod is alive.
Time goes by day by day.
When Goethe was about to let Jerry study the noodles with soybean paste, the "convoy" arrived.
It was early Sunday morning.
Woo!
A whistle sounded from the clouds, and an old steam locomotive broke through the gray-black fog, dragging sixteen wooden carriages on invisible tracks, quickly approaching the "college".
When the first whistle sounded, the teachers of the 'college' appeared at the school gate.
Many security guards dispersed the students.
It would be the same even if the train brought letters from family.
These letters must be checked by the teachers of the 'college' before they can be handed over to them.
The same is true for teachers’ letters.
Check and supervise each other.
That was all that was needed twenty years ago.
Now?
It must be reviewed by Van der Sar.
This time is no exception.
"Vice Principal Van der Sar, this letter."
A fat man with a pipe in his mouth, a captain's hat and a red nose handed two bags of letters to Van der Sar, one for the teacher and one for the students.
"Thank you for your hard work, Captain Edward."
"Every time I see you coming, it is my happiest moment."
The old woman said with a smile.
"It's the same for me, because every time I get here successfully, it's extremely lucky."
As Captain Edward spoke, he turned his head and looked behind him.
"Young men, move your goods down. Those who need them can come and buy them. You can move freely among the sightseeing groups. Please return to the car before sunset. If you are delayed, we will not wait for you."
As Edward spoke these words, the train crew took action.
Small stalls appeared along both sides of the train.
Most of them are canned food, and a small number are books.
There are also some handicrafts and other things.
Students of the 'Academy' can buy things freely, but they cannot leave the train or board the train. They are supervised by teachers and security guards - it is a shift system, with teachers and security guards divided into two shifts, staggered in the morning and afternoon, to ensure that everyone can buy what they want. This is also the rule set by Van der Sar.
However, Goethe was not subject to this rule.
When Goethe appeared with Jerry, many guys in the crowd looked at him.
Goethe has seen it.
There are also some that I haven’t seen before.
At this time, they all looked at Goethe inconspicuously, and passed on the information they knew to the people they wanted to pass on.
Goethe noticed this.
But he was more concerned about a flight attendant.
The other side also has a stall.
There are various canned foods on display.
When he saw Goethe , he lowered his head and dared not look at him.
The strange look made Goethe stop in front of the stall.
Goethe selected canned food with great interest. The canned food on the attendant's stand in front of him was quite complete, including canned beef, mutton, pork, as well as dried tofu, vegetables and canned fruit.
Goethe particularly liked canned peaches and pears.
Of course, Goethe did not forget to look at the other person.
From Goethe's perspective, the other person with his head down looked pale and uneasy.
When he met Goethe's gaze, he shrank back abruptly and said in a very low voice:
"Sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you!"
