Volume 3: The Secret of the Door Chapter 18: A prophecy came true!
The moment the 'convoy' appeared above the 'college', Goethe jumped up from the sofa.
He felt it!
Feel the huge number of [Bloody Honor] approaching!
"Finally... it's time to harvest."
Goethe muttered to himself and walked towards the door.
He believed that his partners would never want to enter the 'Paradise Hotel'.
Trading near the gate is acceptable to both parties.
He controlled the time just right. When the conductor Edward appeared outside the gate, Goethe pushed the door open and walked out. He looked at the four boxes carried by the four attendants with a smile on his face.
His [heart] told him that there was a great deal of [Bloody Honor] in it!
"Welcome to my inn, my friend."
Goethe greeted.
"I hope that later on, I can be invited to rest in your inn, instead of standing here under the scorching sun like I am now."
The conductor Edward rubbed his red nose and said.
A double entendre.
It not only indicates the possibility of further cooperation between the two parties, but also expresses confidence in this transaction.
"Yes."
“As long as they’re real.”
Goethe said with a smile.
"certainly!"
"These are the royal family's treasures, and have been verified by countless experts."
The conductor Edward waved his hand and the four boxes were opened.
Four boxes were placed in different categories, containing books, clothes, weapons and a blood-stained bullet.
"This book is..."
The conductor Edward was about to introduce Goethe, but Goethe waved his hand.
He is a true expert when it comes to items with [Bloody Honor], just like the book in front of him.
[Poetry of Ion: The complete collection of poems and part of the play collection of the great poet and playwright Ion are collected in this book, so that it has become unusually thick. When the poor illegitimate son Victor was looking up information in the library, he didn't notice the crowding of books at all. When he pulled out a book "On the Practice of Nudist Bathing", the poetry of Ion fell from the sky and hit him right between his eyebrows...]
[Bloody Honor +1]
…
"Killed by a book?"
Goethe raised an eyebrow.
He already knew that being the descendant of Mad King Modus was definitely a high-risk job, but he never imagined that someone could actually be killed by a book.
However, this is not weird.
Even more bizarre is that linen shirt.
[Linen shirt (damaged): When the new year arrived, every child in the welfare home received a gift of their own, and Woods was no exception. At that time, it was a brand new linen shirt. Excited, Woods wanted to put it on immediately, but the collar was too tight. He struggled to put his head in it. Because he used too much force, Woods fell off the second bunk bed. The back of the linen shirt happened to be caught on the hook of the second bunk bed, and Woods was also hung there...]
[Bloody Honor +1]
…
"Another misfortune has befallen us?"
Even Goethe couldn't help but sigh at the bizarre death of the descendants of the Mad King.
But when Goethe picked up the bullet, he understood what true disaster looked like.
[Homemade bullet (cast): Joseph was a well-known marksman and was good at improving his guns. This bullet was his work. Every time he cast a bullet, Joseph would test the gun with the huge willow tree in the backyard. On a rainy day, a lightning bolt struck the willow tree, and the bullet embedded in the willow tree shot out, hitting his wife, eldest son, and second son who were standing under the eaves. The three of them died unfortunately. The grief-stricken Joseph picked up the bullet again, cast it, and shot himself...]
[Bloody Honor +4]
…
"+4?"
"Joseph, his eldest son, his second son, and his wife are all descendants of the 'Mad King'?"
"This... lovers finally become siblings?"
"This is truly a cursed bloodline."
Goethe was stunned for a moment, and then he gave his evaluation in his heart.
Apart from these, Goethe considered these to be relatively common: being hacked to death by swords or unfortunately being stoned to death were all too common among the descendants of the "Mad King".
Of course, Bloody Honor is real.
10 servings!
In this wave, Goethe obtained 10 pieces of [Bloody Honor].
After looking at the last thing, Goethe looked at the conductor Edward.
"How about it?"
The other party asked slightly nervously.
Although he firmly believed that there was no problem with the experts of the imperial royal family, he was still nervous. After all, this was related to the formula of the [Elixir of Life]!
His Majesty, who is already old, cares very much about this recipe.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have mobilized so many people to collect things related to the "Principal".
You know, some of them still used tricks.
Although there will be some sequelae, I can't care too much about them.
You know, this is the [elixir of life]!
"very nice."
"but……"
As soon as Goethe opened his mouth, the conductor Edward smiled. However, he became nervous as he continued to ask, "But what?"
"Only half of it is what I need. The remaining half... I guess it's specious."
Goethe shrugged and said in a very tactful tone.
"That's impossible. The experts have verified it."
The conductor, Edward, muttered to himself.
"We can sign a contract and write down everything I just said to confirm its truth."
Goethe emphasized.
"No!"
"I believe you. You have no reason to lie to us—those damn experts!"
The conductor, Edward, waved his hand and then started cursing.
Looking at the other person in this state, Goethe kept a smile on his face.
He, Goethe, never lost his word.
He said that if the other party could collect 20 items of the "Mad King" or descendants he needed, he would tell the other party the formula of the [Elixir of Life].
Since it’s not enough, I won’t say a word.
Of course, with 10 copies of [Bloody Honor] as a 'deposit', his attitude towards the other party would be much better.
"Would you like a cup of fruit tea?"
"I recently prepared it based on the records in the book."
Goethe extended an invitation.
“Maybe next time!”
"Let's talk about it after I gather what you need. What's bothering me most right now is how to appease the furious Majesty. Our Majesty is looking forward to this transaction."
The train conductor, Edward, smiled bitterly and waved to his men.
They did not take the box and its contents away.
"Tom, put these things in the basement storage room."
"Yes, Master."
The male puppet stepped out and tidied himself up quickly, while Goethe stood at the door waiting.
After the last box was moved in by the male puppet, Vandelsa came in with his men.
"Good morning, Mordow."
The old woman greeted with a smile.
"Good morning, Van der Sar."
Goethe responded, but the old woman frowned.
She would rather Goethe address her as vice-president.
But thinking of Goethe's importance at the moment, the old woman gave up this statement which might damage the friendship between the two parties.
"How's the harvest there Edward?"
The old woman smiled and changed the subject.
“Not bad.”
"He brought half of what I needed, and the other half?"
“It’s not quite right.”
After hearing Goethe's description, the old woman laughed out loud.
"Believe me, Edward and I are different."
The old woman was quite confident.
Ten minutes later.
"Only six of them are what you need, and the rest are specious?"
The old woman stood there in a daze.
"Are you sure you didn't make a mistake?"
The old woman was a little unwilling to give up.
"We can sign a contract."
Goethe replied.
Such an answer left the old woman speechless. After saying hello softly, she turned and left.
Obviously, with the old woman's pride, she has no face to stay here any longer.
Likewise, everything stayed here.
"Tom."
Goethe shouted loudly.
Tom reappears as a laborer.
And Goethe still waited quietly.
Soon, the third group of people arrived .
It wasn't Woody, but another teacher. He brought quite a lot of items related to the "Principal", far exceeding the number of 20, but the number of [Bloody Honor] provided to Goethe was only 3.
After that, people came here in an endless stream.
But most of them are only 1-2.
It is obvious that the royal family and Earl Tim are the bigwigs in the empire.
The rest?
They are all scraps.
However, Goethe treats every "customer" with a smile.
After all, this is a sustainable business.
next time!
What if I can get more [Bloody Honor] next time!
But it is not absolute!
Just like this time——
"Please take your things with you."
Goethe looked coldly at the 'academy' teacher in front of him, who was in charge of teaching the students swordsmanship.
"Any questions?"
The other party was stunned, looking confused.
Goethe did not answer, but just stared at the other person.
Immediately, the confusion on the other person's face turned into an awkward smile.
"I'm sorry, Lord Mordod, it was their mistake that caused them to put something in there that shouldn't have been there. There was absolutely no other intention."
The other party explained.
However, Goethe did not listen to such explanations at all.
Not only did the things the other party brought not provide him with any [Bloody Honor], but they also contained a hidden item that could allow him to spy on the surroundings.
What does the other party want to do?
The answer is self-evident.
Goethe would not be polite to such a person.
A thought came to my mind.
The battle puppet appeared beside him.
The swordsmanship teacher of the 'Academy' was shocked and immediately drew his sword.
Woo!
The heavy mace came down with a dull sound. The broken air not only created a terrifying wind sound, but also formed an air cannon.
Bang!
The swordsmanship teacher of the 'Academy' had just put his sword to block his chest when he was knocked away.
The long sword shattered, and the opponent's chest became a bloody mess, but the opponent took advantage of the situation to retreat and create some distance. With his other hand, he directly took out a revolver and pointed the muzzle directly at Goethe.
“Times have changed!”
"Take my move——Iai…"
The other party was about to pull the trigger with a grim smile, but a knife scraped across his neck.
puff!
Blood spurted out and the other party fell to the ground, holding his neck.
“Uh, uh!”
The other party looked at Jerry in astonishment, who appeared behind him at some point.
Then, he stared at Goethe.
It seems to be saying that Goethe has no martial ethics.
Goethe sighed and spoke softly.
"Times haven't changed at all, only people's hearts have changed."
Having said that, Goethe called out again.
"Tom!"
The male puppet reappeared, picked up the corpse on the ground and walked towards the sunflower field - since Goethe became the innkeeper, the food has become quite normal, but as a fertilizer, this corpse is still qualified.
When Tom returned, Goethe continued to give orders.
"Pick these up, too."
"Yes, Master."
Male puppets work hard and never complain.
Jerry brought out a cup of iced fruit tea from the kitchen on the first floor.
“Well done.”
Goethe took the fruit tea and praised Jerry.
Jerry immediately smiled, but Tom continued to clean up the mess with a gloomy face. I was obviously the one who contributed the most, so why didn’t the master praise me?
Such doubts appeared in Tom's mind.
But then Tom forgot about it.
Although there are "rules" given, Jerry and Tom become almost real people.
But only almost.
There is still a gap between us and real people.
They were more accustomed to obeying Goethe's orders.
Even if there is emotional simulation, it is just a simulation, not real.
The iced, sweet and sour fruit tea is extremely refreshing.
Gulp, gulp.
After Goethe finished the fruit tea in his hand in big gulps, he looked towards the direction of the 'college'.
He is waiting for his last big client.
Woody!
Unlike the train conductor Edward and Van der Sar represent the Emperor and Count Tim respectively.
According to Goethe's more observations this week, Woody should be from the 'folk'.
It's like a secret organization.
Goethe, who had come into contact with secret organizations more than once, was very clear about the capabilities of such organizations.
Perhaps the power in the open is not as strong as the official one.
But the complexity behind the scenes is far greater than that of the official ones.
Some secret organizations can even survive several dynasties and eventually undergo a astonishing qualitative change.
Of course, the organization that Woody belongs to has not reached this level yet.
However, it was enough for Goethe to look forward to it.
"How many copies of [Bloody Honor] will it bring?"
"Five? Four?"
"There should be at least three, right?"
"So far, I have received 24 copies of [Bloody Honor]. Adding the remaining 13 copies, it is 37 copies... Can you make it an even number for me?"
"This abrupt number is enough to drive someone with obsessive compulsive disorder crazy!"
Goethe muttered quietly in his heart.
At the same time, Goethe's previous idea was further confirmed: the least efficient way to find [Bloody Honor] is to do it himself, and the most efficient way is to let others find it for him.
It would be best if the whole world was looking for him.
This is the fastest way.
"Thanks to 'Fighting Secret Realm' for giving me this idea."
Goethe thought silently.
As he thought about it, he began to miss the female swordsman.
But before Goethe could carefully recall every detail of his conversation with the female swordsman, Goethe, who was watching Woody with the help of the vision of [Blood Crow Spirit], saw an extremely unexpected scene.
Woody held a palm-sized box and walked towards the security department in the south.
The teacher, with his neatly trimmed beard, murmured softly.
"Alan, the Philosopher's Stone will definitely be able to revive you!"
Goethe: Hmm???
Is there really a 'Philosopher's Stone'?!
Suddenly, Goethe narrowed his eyes.
