The 'convoy' that arrived as promised completely dispelled the last trace of gloom in the 'college'.
Especially when more vinyl records, books, and some puzzles appeared on the stalls, most of the students had already forgotten what happened a week ago.
Some left?
I want to mention it, but I don’t dare.
Because every such student has another identity.
More importantly, they were all warned by the new 'Principal'.
If you study hard, you can complete your studies successfully.
What if you want to cause trouble?
Then go to the Security Department in the south for indefinite "reflection".
Of course, if students like them who have special identities want to continue their studies, they need to pay enough "tuition fees" - items related to the former "Principal" Modeus.
Likewise, Goethe welcomes any student who can afford the tuition fees.
Never put your eggs in one basket!
Goethe knew this as early as when he was lured into the club.
Earl Tim is one of the helpers.
The remaining people can become a help in other aspects.
What could be better than a two-pronged approach?
Naturally, the two forces come from different camps.
As for whether the camps behind these students with special identities are willing to cooperate?
Goethe was not worried.
With absolute strength and certain interests, these people must know what to do.
"Your Excellency the Principal."
Count Tim, who had successfully become emperor, bowed.
Goethe smiled and did not stop him.
Earl Tim and the people around him were not surprised by this.
Everyone takes this for granted.
It was just as natural as when Earl Tim returned to the human world and fought for the throne.
His subordinates and staff, who originally had some gaps, suddenly burst out with incredible execution and collaboration capabilities, and some people who seemed very troublesome to him immediately surrendered.
The whole process went incredibly smoothly.
Of course there are some troubles.
'Rebellion!'
"A traitor who has been harboring ill intentions for a long time!"
The original members of the royal family shouted these words.
Then one of his staff buried the men alive.
after?
It becomes quiet.
The original royal family was retained and downgraded to a duke - this was a decision he made against all odds. His subordinates and staff members strongly opposed it. It was not until this time that he realized that his subordinates and staff members had already made preparations for his ascension to the throne, and even the emperor's crown had been prepared three years ago.
He doesn't know any of this.
I really don’t know.
This should be the work prepared by the old emperor?
What for?
Naturally, it was to pave the way for the royal heir and fill the private treasury.
After knowing everything, Earl Tim, who was not stupid, did not have any other thoughts except a bitter smile .
He is a pawn.
He used to be a pawn of the old emperor.
Now?
Nature is Goethe's pawn.
With such awareness, Count Tim did what a chess piece should do - solving Goethe's problems, fulfilling all of Goethe's instructions as much as possible, and doing more things within his ability.
Even for...
Save your sister.
Queen Eve was in a very bad condition. Not only did she become thin, but her consciousness became blurred after entering the 'academy'. By the time the 'convoy' landed, she had simply fallen into a coma.
The backlash from the 'Academy' becomes weaker the farther away you are.
And after entering the 'college', it immediately broke out.
Count Tim looked at Goethe longingly.
Goethe smiled and without even raising his hand, Queen Eve woke up. The paleness on her face disappeared, and she stood there as if she had just woken up from a dream.
"Where am I?"
“Tim?”
When Queen Eve saw her younger brother, she hugged him excitedly.
Goethe did not disturb the brother and sister.
He walked to the side of the 'convoy'.
"Bring me two cans of peaches and pears in water."
He said so.
Abby looked up in confusion.
The young flight attendant looked much more haggard than before, with confusion in her eyes. She had completely lost the innocence and shyness that Goethe had seen before.
“It’s you!”
The young flight attendant was stunned for a moment before he quickly stood up to pack Goethe's things.
Goethe picked up the can and turned to leave. The young steward did not try to stop him. Instead, he just sat there stupidly.
His uncle died.
They were his only relatives.
Several of his close friends also died.
Accidents always come so unexpectedly.
He didn't know what to do.
revenge?
The enemy is dead.
There is absolutely no goal.
Being in a daze is the most realistic portrayal of the young flight attendant's life in the past week.
"Give me a can of pear juice."
A hoarse voice sounded.
"well!"
The young flight attendant came to his senses and immediately mechanically packed the passenger's things. When he handed the things over, because of the angle at which he was sitting, he saw the familiar face hidden under the hood at a glance.
That red nose is so familiar!
“Uncle…”
"Be quiet and follow me."
The conductor, Edward, raised his hand to stop his son from shouting, and turned around, motioning his son to follow.
Without any hesitation, the young flight attendant followed.
They moved away from the 'convoy'.
Came to the stinking black river.
Here, there are still a few people waiting.
The conductor, Edward, took off his hood.
Those men also took off their hoods.
It was his deceased friend.
Abby was so excited that her whole body was shaking and her eyes were red.
"Don't cry, you bastard."
The conductor Edward said bluntly.
The rest of the group laughed good-naturedly.
"Uncle, everyone, you are not..."
"It was the 'Principal' who resurrected us, and then we became the 'Secret Guards' of the academy."
The conductor, Edward, explained.
"'Dark Guard'?"
Abby looked confused.
The conductor Edward began to explain, but it was none of Goethe's business. He withdrew his gaze, opened the can of pear juice in his hand, took a sip, and spoke softly.
"I paid for it."
“It’s not like it’s free.”
The secret guards were Goethe’s consideration for security forces.
The security at the 'college' is pretty good.
With rules in place, people will be more loyal.
However, the target is too obvious.
Once targeted, they would be killed in one blow, just like the old emperor's surprise attack, which made the security guards completely useless, even with Alan's cooperation.
So, Goethe improved this immediately after becoming the head of the "Academy".
As for the strength of the secret guards?
The train conductor, Edward, is not weak.
Those flight attendants are no weak either.
The twelve chief knights of the palace and the two great court wizards are all strong.
As for the latter, Goethe originally just wanted to try whether the broken body could also be resurrected under the talent [Life or Death], but he unexpectedly succeeded.
Although everyone looks a bit fragmented and stitched together.
But the reborn twelve knights general and two court wizards immediately pledged allegiance to Goethe.
After dying once?
They don't want to die again.
Goethe's consumption in the 'Academy' was almost zero. The 'Academy' continuously replenished him, so that Goethe did not feel the consumption at all. Instead, he could feel his body being nourished every day.
If it weren't for Van der Sar, there would be nothing left.
Goethe will also 'resurrect' the other party.
Although the old woman is paranoid, her ability is unquestionable.
Unfortunately, 'their' powers are too special, so special that [Life or Death] has no effect at all.
This strange feeling of constraint made Goethe feel uneasy.
The sweet taste of pear juice was still lingering in his mouth, but Goethe's eyes were turned to Count Tim's men.
These people were carrying all items related to the royal family and the 'Mad King'.
He could sense the aura of [Bloody Honor] from it.
Moreover, there are quite a few of them.
This once again proved the correctness of his previous strategy.
I can’t say about other aspects, but when it comes to finding things, a person’s ability is always limited.
It is only appropriate to gather the strength of everyone.
"The next step is to continue searching... no, to find more [Bloody Honor] and collect as many [Bloody Honor] as possible in this 'secret realm'."
Goethe thought while taking another sip of pear juice.
Still sweet and nourishing.
The taste has not changed, proving that his heart has not changed at this moment.
While in the club, Goethe had some bad experiences that he would never forget in his life, but there was one thing he would not deny, that is, he learned too much knowledge, skills, and some life philosophy there that ordinary people could not reach.
'When you make an important decision, you first go and eat your favorite food, and savor the taste carefully. If the taste changes, then you have to think about whether this decision was too hasty or... wrong.'
This was told to him by a guy in the club who he didn't dislike too much.
He thought it was correct.
At least, that's how it is compared to divination.
In the past, Goethe had relied on the taste of food to decide whether to do it or not on several important decisions.
This time?
No exception!
"Master, your mood seems to have improved all of a sudden!"
Jerry, who was standing behind the sofa and rubbing Goethe's shoulders, was a little confused.
"I figured out some things."
Goethe said with a smile.
"Yes, a matter of one minute?"
Jerry triggered the response mechanism again.
Goethe: “…”
'Mad King' You are such a bastard!
Next time, I'll throw you into the cesspool again!
Goethe swore secretly in his heart, but his face remained calm.
"Master, pretending to be calm will not effectively solve your physical problems. You need to eat a healthy diet, exercise more, and go to bed early and get up early..."
"stop!"
"I just figured it out. My current situation is that haste makes waste. Given that I still have enough time, I should reflect on myself more and find more trump cards for myself."
Goethe interrupted Jerry's outrageous words.
"That's right. More haste, less speed."
"We need to take things step by step before we can choose the train lunch..."
“Ahem.”
"Jerry I'm hungry."
Goethe coughed.
"Master, wait a moment. I'll give you something to eat."
Jerry immediately went to the kitchen according to today's recipe.
Goethe sat on the sofa, shook his head and sighed. Although he controlled the 'Academy', Jerry's response mechanisms were imprinted in the core.
Simply put, Goethe must change his core.
Otherwise, Jerry's response mechanism would not have changed.
Blame it on the Mad King!
You deserve to be drowned in the cesspool!
Cursing the 'Mad King' again in his heart, Goethe recalled the [Sword Breathing Method] in his mind once again.
"Breathe with the sword in your hand."
He murmured these words in a low voice.
A scarlet sword appeared in his hand.
【Blood Slaughter Blade】!
The scarlet sword blade trembled slightly, wanting to drink blood, but it was firmly grasped by Goethe's palm, making it completely unable to break free.
Suddenly, [Blood Slaughter Blade] felt aggrieved.
Wronged?
Goethe was stunned.
He felt the emotion.
He had always thought it was excitement.
"I misunderstood."
"Is that why I can't always master ?"
Goethe was extremely focused, and as he was thinking, [Blood Slaughter Blade] trembled again, as if answering, You just knew it?
Goethe raised an eyebrow.
He raised his hand, stretched out his fingers, and flicked them lightly.
bite!
The sword made a crisp sound and the scarlet blade kept shaking, just like a naughty child who was hit on the head and screamed in pain.
"I am the master, and you are my sword. How can I know that you are wronged if you don't tell me?"
"Next time you feel wronged, tell me. Don't make me guess. You need to understand your identity. Do you understand?"
Goethe said this to the Scarlet Blade.
The scarlet blade was straight, sharp, and unresponsive.
Goethe raised his hand, ready to play again with a little more force.
【Blood Slaughter Blade】 shook continuously.
At the same time, lines of text appeared in Goethe's eyes——
[Learn the secret technique: Sword Breathing (Basic)! ]
[Sword Breathing Method (Basics) → Sword Breathing Method (Beginner) → Sword Breathing Method (Advanced) → Sword Breathing Method (Mastery)! ]
[Sword Breathing (Mastery): The ancestor of the Zuolunsi family, who was once a bard, traveled the continent with his companions from the Kingdom of Rudes and the Kingdom of Lidar. He and his companions went on adventures together, had bonfire parties together, and wrote a guide to evaluating customs girls together. Until he was 45 years old, he was shot in the knee by an arrow and had to end his wandering life. He returned to his hometown of Bode as a retired mercenary to marry and have children. At that time, the situation was turbulent. In order to make his wife and children safer, he began to summarize his swordsmanship and the secrets taught by his two companions from the Kingdom of Rudes and the Kingdom of Lidar, and passed them on to his wife and children, eventually forming the prototype of the "Sword Breathing". With the continuous completion of Zuolunsi's descendants, the current "Sword Breathing" was formed - a secret technique that is in tune with the long sword in hand and fights side by side. And you? It seems that you have found a different way. 】
[Special effects: 1, Sword body; 2, Sword bite]
[Sword Body: Spending time with the sword in your hand has given you a hint of the sword's sharpness, which effectively improves your tacit understanding with the sword in your hand and makes your body sharper; Effects: 1. When using [Blood Slaughter Blade], you can better exert the special effects of [Blood Slaughter Blade] and allow it to evolve faster; 2. Your palm is automatically judged as an explosive-level blade]
[Sword Devouring: The sharp sword energy will damage your internal organs over time (but it is useless to you whose [Physique] is over 100). ]
…
As the words appeared, Goethe immediately felt that [Blood Blade] had a touch more intimacy towards him.
Goethe ignored the effects of the [Sword Body] for the time being.
He just stared at the [Blood Blade] that was filled with spirituality.
seem……
Can you keep squeezing it?
Thinking of this, Goethe immediately said:
"You don't want me to keep hitting this [Blood Slaughter Blade], do you?"