Volume 3: The Secret of the Door Chapter 17: Harvest!
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Everything should be done in moderation.
This is especially true for digging holes!
People who often dig holes are likely to dig themselves into them - Goethe knew this, so after saying this with seemingly good intentions, Goethe got up and left.
After strolling around the market formed by the "caravan" twice, Goethe bought some canned food and books that interested him.
Goethe paid, of course.
After taking over the 'Paradise Hotel', all the coins accumulated by the hotel became Goethe's.
He was not extremely wealthy, but was well-off enough to buy canned food and books at the 'market'.
As for those weird handicrafts?
Goethe just glanced over it.
The high price of any one of them could reduce his net worth by half.
More importantly, although these 'handicrafts' that look very much like 'supernatural items' are exquisitely crafted, none of them truly possess supernatural powers.
Simply put, they are all fake.
It is for this reason that Goethe called it "handicraft".
After taking his eyes off a statue of a woman with seven arms, four legs and a plump body, Goethe prepared to leave with Jerry - he had to admit that the carving was so exquisite that the entire statue was extremely lifelike, and every detail was vivid.
pity……
It’s too expensive!
With such an exclamation, Goethe stayed away from the market.
From the moment Goethe appeared, he was the focus of everyone's attention.
As he left, the attention did not decrease, but increased instead.
Those confused teachers and students asked about Goethe's identity.
Those teachers and students who know some inside information are very taboo and keep silent when faced with questions from colleagues and classmates.
And those teachers and students who had traded with Goethe were delivering the "message" in their own way - not only the "one-day sightseeing group", but also the flight attendants, all of whom had dual identities.
The train conductor Edward turned a blind eye to this.
This is the result of compromise among multiple parties.
Some things are always more reassuring when they are out in the open than when they are kept in the dark.
However, there are some other things that need to be "reminded".
"What do you think?"
The train conductor Edward asked Van der Sa.
After Goethe left, the old woman came back again and sat in the seat where Goethe had sat.
"What do you think?"
The old lady raised her hand to signal the security guard of the 'college' to bring another set of tea sets, while pretending to be confused.
The train conductor Edward did not point it out. He waited for the security guard of the 'college' to bring the tea set and poured tea for the old woman himself before continuing, "Of course it's about Mordod."
"Compared to us, you should be the one who knows him best."
“I never thought he would succeed.”
At this point, the conductor Edward sighed.
Among the royal advisors, the topic of 'Moldod' was discussed more than once.
After all, as one of the pawns sent out early, Mordod has always been excellent. He not only passed back enough information, but also caused a split in the "Academy".
The focus of every discussion is naturally on the latter.
How did Moldow split the 'College'?
Can such a scenario be replicated again?
But no one imagined that Moldaude would succeed.
Therefore, when the successful Mordodd appeared, the train conductor Edward could already imagine the expressions of those self-proclaimed smart guys in the royal advisory group.
He is quite looking forward to it.
The conductor, Edward, did not hide his expression.
He knew very well that there was no need to hide when facing the woman opposite him.
And in the place he couldn't see, Goethe, who observed everything with the help of the [Spirit of Blood Crow], had a deeper understanding of the "secret realm" before him.
The imperial royal family has never been a monolithic entity.
Just like the entire empire, after the "Bulk Expedition", the contradictions hidden by the prosperity gradually emerged. If it weren't for the "Academy" to divert attention, a bigger dispute would have broken out long ago.
Or rather...
"In order to divert the conflict, the emperor of the empire consciously guided all this?"
Goethe was guessing in his heart, but his eyes continued to focus on the conversation between the two.
“I didn’t expect him to succeed.”
"Believe me, when I first saw him, I was much more surprised than you can imagine - because I thought I was very close to him and knew all his secrets."
"But when he reappeared in front of me, I realized..."
“It’s all what I think.”
The old woman picked up the tea and gave a wry smile.
After taking a sip, the old woman continued.
"He concealed enough things, but what he revealed was true. Under the witness of the 'Contract', there is no doubt about it."
The old woman told the conductor Edward what he cared about most.
After hearing the old woman's words, the train conductor Edward nodded slightly.
The conductor was calculating in his mind but he didn't stop talking.
" What about the Philosopher's Stone?"
“It should be somewhere.”
The old woman answered.
Some are perfunctory, but more are tentative.
She said.
"Your Majesty's people need to find it. It is not something we can find. Moreover, compared to the Philosopher's Stone, I am more interested in things related to the Principal."
"In the beginning, he chose to use things related to the 'Principal' as bargaining chips, and now he is not even letting go of the 'Principal's' descendants."
"Perhaps he has a greater desire for the 'College'?"
"After all, he is the one closest to success, just like our Queen, who has had some wonderful ideas recently that need to be appreciated and carefully considered."
The conductor Edward said as he picked up a piece of dessert and put it in his mouth.
And the old woman, who got the news she wanted, did not refuse the snacks.
You know, the level of royal chefs is much higher than that of "college" chefs.
After that, the two of them just chatted, and Goethe, who was "watching", confirmed some things.
Van der Sa, who calls himself the 'vice principal', and the train conductor Edward should have an extremely delicate cooperative relationship. There is a slight opposition between the two sides, but they will exchange information and abide by the final bottom line.
It was obvious that the conductor Edward was finally the emperor.
And Van der Sar?
It’s most likely the Queen… no, it’s Earl Tim’s man.
"Because of the existence of the 'Academy', the world is divided into two, which has led to this delicate situation."
"Vandersa, who is stationed at the Academy, needs a channel for information and resources from the outside world, but this channel is firmly controlled by the emperor. He has no choice but to cooperate."
"It's not just information and resource channels, there should be bigger evidence..."
"Relatives? Bloodline?"
"Or is it a contract?"
Sitting on the sofa, Goethe guessed and thought.
Van der Sar is not as harmless as he appears.
To some extent, the opponent's cruelty has already exceeded the lower limit of human beings.
Therefore, if you want to restrain such people, you cannot use only one method.
A contract would be the most appropriate.
And the conductor Edward?
The same is true for nature.
If His Majesty the Emperor is not bound by a contract for such an important position, he probably won't be able to sleep at night, right?
"Master, your can of iced pear water."
While Goethe was thinking, Jerry came back with a can of pear juice with ice.
Jerry had already poured the canned pear juice into a white porcelain basin, covered the basin with ice cubes, and added two bayberries as garnish.
The unique sweet fragrance of the pear becomes unusually sweet under the stimulation of ice water, and the pear flesh, which originally had a hint of summer heat, becomes even more crisp and delicious.
Especially when chewed with ice cubes.
Crunch, crunch.
Goethe chewed it in big mouthfuls, and finally picked up the bayberry used as garnish.
Slightly sour.
The original sweetness has long been diluted by the pear juice, which instead highlights the original sourness.
However, Goethe did not dislike such sour taste.
After experiencing the strong sweetness, you always need a different taste.
Holding a bayberry in his mouth, Goethe looked towards the hotel gate.
A hole appeared silently in the original wall, and the door opened directly, which scared Abby who was about to knock on the door.
“S-Sorry.”
"I'm here to deliver canned food."
the young flight attendant stammered.
As he spoke, he lowered his head, trying hard to suppress his curiosity and not look at anything inside the Paradise Hotel. However, curiosity is like the beef in beef noodles, which makes people care about it.
The young flight attendant raised his head unconsciously, wanting to take a quick look.
He knew it was rude.
But I just can't help it.
But as soon as he looked up, he saw Goethe.
Goethe appeared in front of him at some point, standing there with his shoulders folded, looking at him with a half-smile.
The two sides looked at each other, and the young flight attendant took two steps back in fear.
The clumsy opponent slipped and was about to fall into the porch.
However, the next moment, a chair appeared on him.
The six cans in his hand were caught steadily by Goethe.
"sorry!"
"I didn't mean it!"
The young flight attendant immediately stood up and apologized.
Goethe ignored the other party and looked at the can in his hand.
Three peach flavors, three canned pear juice.
“I didn’t order any cans.”
Goethe expressed his doubts.
"It's me, I..."
The young steward began to stutter again. He wanted to express his apologies and to compensate Goethe with more if possible. However, Goethe seemed to only care about the cans, so he could only give him the cans.
He knew these cans were far from enough, but this was all he had now.
The young flight attendant tried to explain.
But he didn't know how to say it.
Because, in the mind of this young flight attendant, exchanging canned food for one's life was ridiculous.
You can’t exchange canned food for planes or cannons.
How can such a thing be compared with life?
Looking at Goethe, the young flight attendant bowed ninety degrees.
“I’ll come again!”
After saying that, the young flight attendant turned and ran.
Goethe did not chase after him, nor did he stop him. He just looked at the can in his hand and turned back to the 'Paradise Hotel'.
"Owner?"
Jerry looked at the six new cans in confusion.
"This is a gift from the first guest who came to visit after I took over the inn."
Goethe said so.
The young flight attendant was certainly not the first.
But he came with good intentions and was really the first one.
Not before.
after?
It is even more impossible.
With the arrival of the 'convoy'.
With his appearance this time, information about him will surely spread thoroughly to the outside world, and by that time, there will surely be more people "coming to visit him".
But each one will be greedier and more purposeful than the one before.
Of course, it is also more dangerous.
Never underestimate the stupidity and luck of some people.
When the benefits are big enough, that's when some people are willing to risk their lives.
Even the flight attendant just now would be affected.
Maybe become a pawn to test him?
Maybe just become a spy gathering information?
There are too many possibilities.
But there is a high probability that there will be no kindness brought about by simple guilt.
"Jerry, put these six cans in the pantry."
"Well...put it on the top shelf."
"Don't touch them unless necessary."
Goethe instructed.
"Yes, Master."
Jerry nodded, took the can and walked to the storage room.
Goethe returned to his sofa again and picked up the book he had just bought.
He knew very well that such leisurely days would not last long.
next time!
When the 'convoy' comes again next time, it will be his busiest time.
In fact, this is true.
A week later.
Woo! Woo!
When the whistle of the "convoy" resounded through the sky, the old steam locomotive dragged twelve carriages out of the gray fog and stopped steadily in front of the "college" gate.
As he had done every time before, the conductor handed two bags of letters to Van der Sar.
But what was different from before was that when the conductor did not find Goethe in the crowd, he immediately led four crew members carrying four boxes towards the direction of the "Paradise Hotel".
The old woman watched this scene and kept smiling.
Because, two tourists from the "sightseeing group" carrying large suitcases appeared in front of her.
The other party gains something.
She has it too.
Not only this old lady, many members of the 'tour group' appeared in front of their 'relatives and friends' carrying suitcases of varying sizes, handed over the condolence gifts to their 'relatives and friends', and gave earnest instructions.
Goethe's conversation with the train conductor Edward seemed to be confidential, but it was just that.
People who know lip reading can easily tell the difference.
Even if they didn't understand lip reading, some unusual movements of the imperial royal family were noticed by those who were interested.
Among these people, many did not understand why the imperial royal family did this at first, but this did not prevent them from following suit.
What's more, the items of 'Principal Modus' are in great demand.
A stone thrown into the lake will create ripples.
This moment is no exception. Some people are keeping an eye on the imperial royal family, and more people are keeping an eye on these people.
Then, the people who were watching these guys followed suit.
More and more people joined in, just like a snowball.
And this had a consequence for Goethe:
Good harvest!
