The fire is burning brightly.
The pot is hot on the fire.
Four kinds of soup bases, tomato, spicy, mushroom soup and clear soup, are boiling in the special four-compartment hot pot.
Two plates of hand-cut lamb, alternating between fat and lean.
Two plates of bone-in lamb, tender and crispy.
A plate of lettuce and a plate of potatoes, the green and golden colors complement each other.
The white and tender tofu kept shaking as the plate was put down.
The unique aroma of luncheon meat has already filled the air.
When Jerry brought the last plate of shrimp paste to the table, Earl Tim, who looked a little older but extremely relaxed, shouted without hesitation, "Two kinds of sesame sauce! Add chopped green onion and chopped coriander! Add more chopped garlic!"
"good."
Jerry smiled and nodded, but Goethe rolled his eyes.
"You are a good emperor, but you come to my place every day to eat for free. Where is your dignity as an emperor?"
Goethe muttered to himself and shouted to Jerry, "I'm the same as this guy. Give me another oil saucer."
"Understood, Master."
Jerry, dressed in a secretary suit, walked quickly to the snack table.
Count Tim stared at the luncheon meat and couldn't help but wanted to reach out and take a piece first, but Goethe slapped his hand away.
"Not only is it freeloading, but you're also planning on stealing food?"
"Are you going too far?"
As Goethe said this, he picked up a piece of luncheon meat and put it in his mouth.
Soft and meaty, with a hint of chewiness.
This luncheon meat is not the dough luncheon meat from Goethe's hometown, but the pure meat + meat tendon luncheon meat that he asked the Imperial Scientific Research Unit to research. One box weighs one kilogram, which is not only large in quantity but also very delicious.
"I brought the meat!"
“I brought the food too!”
Earl Tim looked aggrieved.
"Oh."
Goethe sneered and said nothing, then picked up another piece of luncheon meat.
"My Lord, I have shed my blood and sacrificed my life for the Empire."
Earl Tim looked aggrieved.
"That's what you said last time!"
Goethe continued to sneer, looking at the man in front of him.
If it had been before, he would have been fooled.
Now?
After being cheated into having a bowl of hot and sour noodles and a bowl of oil-splashed noodles, I will never do that again.
Count Tim was stared at by Goethe and finally, he sighed.
"Your Excellency, we have a constitutional monarchy now. Prime Minister Modeair is very dedicated to his duties. I am really happy to be a happy mascot. Moreover, I am also ready to abdicate. My daughter Elizabeth will take over my throne and become the next emperor of the empire. Of course, she is not very happy. She thinks she is happier in the 'College'."
When Earl Tim talked about his daughter, there was an even more bitter smile on his face.
If possible, he hoped to have another heir to inherit the throne.
But, no.
He only has this one descendant.
Therefore, Elizabeth was particularly favored.
His, his sister's.
He was able to remain calm and continue to guide his daughter so that she could learn more, but his sister doted on her without any limits.
Just because Elizabeth was curious about the moon, a royal scientific research team was formed to prepare to manufacture... yes, to manufacture the rocket that the principal mentioned, and take Elizabeth to see it.
"Elizabeth?"
Goethe was stunned for a moment, and then he recalled a little girl with yellow hair and a runny nose among the youngest students in the "academy".
In the second year after he took over the college, he restructured the college.
It was changed from the original two-year system to a six-year primary system and a three-year secondary system. If the performance is good, one can also apply for a three-year higher system.
The admission requirements have also changed from certain special channels to nationwide enrollment.
Effect?
Not bad.
Apart from the early stages when Jerry, Nicole and others were in a mess, there was nothing else.
Why isn't he busy?
He is just a person who came up with the idea, and the rest will naturally be done by others.
"yes!"
"Time flies so fast, it feels like I was only a tiny little kid yesterday."
"Now she is already a sixteen-year-old girl."
Count Tim, the old father, sighed and quietly picked up a piece of luncheon meat again. This time Goethe did not stop him.
Time flies like a white horse passing by.
It has been eighteen years since Goethe took control of the Academy.
Time has not left any .
After all, for Goethe who possessed the gift of [Immortal Species], eighteen years was not a long time. But unlike some immortal species who sought pleasure, indulged themselves or simply slept, Goethe had been learning and integrating his own secret techniques.
The effect is quite significant.
In the past eighteen years, Goethe's [Mind] +2, [Body] +7, [Skills] +41.
At this moment, Goethe's attributes have become: [Mind: 18.8 Skills: 103.7 Body: 111.9].
A small part of the growth of [heart] and [body] is due to one's own understanding, while the majority is due to the nourishment of the 'Academy'.
The growth of [skills] is entirely the result of Goethe's learning.
The most direct one is [Sword Breathing Method]!
[Sword Breathing Method (Extraordinary): What kind of tacit understanding allowed you and your sword to reach the current realm in such a short time? The heir of the Zuo Lunsi family will never understand, but he will feel ashamed, because now you have reached the realm that he could only reach in half a lifetime, and you are still making progress.]
[Special effects: 1, Sword body; 2, Sword bite; 3, Hidden sword; 4, Raise the sword; 5, Slash]
[Sword Body: Spending every day with the sword in your hand will allow you to be tainted with a hint of the sword's sharpness. It effectively improves the tacit understanding between you and the sword in your hand, and makes your body sharper; Effects: 1. When using [Blood Slaughter Blade], you can better play the special effects of [Blood Slaughter Blade], allowing it to evolve faster; 2. When you want, your whole body will automatically be judged as a 'Crazy' level blade, and you can shoot out a sword energy]
[Sword Devouring: The sharp sword energy will hurt your internal organs over time, but it is useless to you whose [Physique] is over 100. Instead, it sharpens your internal organs and makes you more adaptable to sharpness and cutting characteristics.]
[Hidden Sword: Your sword can be hidden in your flesh and blood]
[Sword Care: The sword is sheathed and ready to go]
[Slash: As time goes by, the sword you have cultivated will unleash a sword energy far beyond your imagination (judged to have cultivated the sword for seventeen and a half years, and the sword energy attack is judged to be ‘absolute’)]
…
After having friendly communication with [Blood Slaughter Blade] eighteen years ago, Goethe has been maintaining a "friendly" attitude, always showing a kind smile to [Blood Slaughter Blade].
Coupled with Goethe's own racial blessing of [Human. Black Iron (Mutated)], [Sword Breathing Method] reached the extraordinary level in less than half a year.
This is a nuclear matter and a rational one.
Goethe even felt that it was a little less.
And there was no advancement after that?
It is because the limit of [Blood Slaughter Blade] has been reached.
The potential and limit of endurance at this stage.
Whether you want to advance to a higher level or [slash] out a more powerful attack, you need to advance the [Blood Slaughter Blade].
Unfortunately, there is no one in the "secret realm" that Goethe can take action against.
At the beginning, there was.
But as the 'Dark Guard' gradually improved.
In addition to Sheld, with the surrender of Modeel, the second most important figure in the empire's dark forces, everything became simple, and [Blood Slaughter Blade] no longer had any desire to fight.
Even if Goethe wanted to create a bug, he couldn't do it.
All in all, this is a sword that deserves considerable pride.
Even if it is as timid as a mouse.
I still feel aggrieved from time to time.
Of course, in addition to these, one of the biggest gains is [Bloody Honor]!
29 servings!
This is the amount of [Bloody Honor] that Goethe has collected to the best of his ability with the help of both light and dark forces.
Is there still [Bloody Honor] in the secret realm before us?
Of course there are.
But the number can't be too many.
There are 2-3 more at most.
This is the result of Goethe's divination.
After all, both Earl Tim and Modeel were quite loyal, especially the latter, who was, to some extent, more useful than Earl Tim.
Earl Tim has always adhered to the bottom line.
And the latter?
In order to please him, he would do anything.
Similarly, Goethe also gave the other party corresponding remuneration.
The right to walk in the light.
And the right to hold an empire more legitimately.
Even with the limitations, it is enough to drive Modeel crazy... or to fight for it all his life.
"Mod'El still only sleeps three hours a day?"
Goethe asked.
"Um."
"That guy is simply a workaholic. He sleeps in his office every day. If he wasn't worried about affecting his image as prime minister, he wouldn't even bother to wash up. He just works, works, and works."
When Earl Tim mentioned Modeair, his expression was a mixture of admiration and helplessness.
He and the other party used to be rivals.
Although the time was short, it was precisely because of this that he knew the other party's abilities.
“His approval rating is pretty good, right?”
Goethe laughed.
"Well, more than 60 percent, especially in the Workers' Party, where he is the undisputed leader!"
"It is almost impossible for the Grand Duke to win the election. However, that young man is very smart and is forming a so-called 'shadow parliament'."
At this point, Earl Tim was left with nothing but helplessness.
He did his best to take care of the royal family left behind by the old emperor.
But these former royal families are always causing trouble.
He is always the one who cleans up the mess.
And, it's different from before.
When he hadn't abdicated, he could still take care of a few things.
Now he is ready to abdicate.
That was a pretty bad situation.
Because his daughter can't stand those self-righteous guys.
As for Model?
As for their political enemies, if they had not abided by the rules, those former royal families would have followed the old emperor's footsteps long ago.
"them?"
"Oh."
Goethe smiled and said nothing further.
Good words cannot persuade a damned person.
Moreover, he was not familiar with the other party.
If the other party commits suicide, he can just watch.
Looking at Goethe's attitude, Count Tim sighed silently in his heart. He originally hoped that Goethe could persuade his daughter and Model.
But now?
He didn't dare to speak.
He knew the temper of the person in front of him.
“I hope you can turn back from your mistakes.”
After sighing, Earl Tim concentrated on eating.
Although he is about to abdicate and plans to retire in the 'Academy', he still has to take the 'convoy' back today.
Almost like a whirlwind.
After Earl Tim ate the meat and vegetables and drank two bowls of tomato soup, he stood up and said goodbye.
At the door, Abby, who had become much more mature, was standing there.
Wearing the conductor's hat, Abby handed the canned peaches and pear juice to Jerry, and saluted Goethe respectfully.
It's been like this every time I come here for the past eighteen years.
"My Lord, do you have any instructions?"
"Recently, the thing you mentioned called 'game console' has become popular out there."
"This is the first version of the game, with the four games you proposed: Ula Cube, Pac-Man, Mushroom Top, and Card Master. Subsequent games are also under intensive development, and you will be able to see them soon!"
Abby said, handing a box to Goethe.
“Good job!”
“Abby…”
"Let me teach you two tricks!"
Goethe said suddenly.
Jerry and Count Tim were stunned, and then they looked at Goethe in disbelief.
They both knew very well what this meant!
student!
Enough to support the inheritance of a family!
Goethe had never taught anyone, but his strength had already aroused the curiosity of the two men.
What does Goethe have to teach Abby?
Lord Tim is leaving soon.
The soon-to-retire emperor was well aware of the rules of the mysterious side, but Goethe waved his hand to indicate that it was not necessary.
As for Jerry?
There is no need for the two of them to be intimate.
Then, under the gaze of the three people, Goethe walked to the backyard of the inn.
"See clearly!"
As he said this, he kicked out suddenly, and then stepped down with another foot.
Count Tim's mouth dropped open.
It's not too mysterious.
But it's too simple.
Even the kind that is a little bit not presentable.
The first kick is to the crotch.
The second step is toe tap.
"grown ups?"
Earl Tim couldn't help wanting to say something, but suddenly he found that Abby and Jerry were both there in deep thought.
etc!
Am I being shallow?
yes!
How could the secret technique taught by adults be simple?
It must be that I didn't see the mystery in it!
Damn it!
I'm also very smart, why can't I see it?
Is it really because of age?
no!
I can't let anyone see it, I have to pretend that I have noticed something!
Then, Earl Tim also looked thoughtful.
He didn't notice that Abby next to him seemed to be thinking about something, and then had a strange look on her face.
The new conductor thought Goethe was playing a joke on him.
Just like always.
However, Abby, who had already matured, did not reveal it. He could not help but look at Earl Tim and Jerry. When he found that the two were thoughtful, the new conductor was stunned.
Could it be...
Only Jerry recorded everything carefully.
She really saw the difference.
Those two seemingly unpresentable moves actually have quite different charms.
But you asked her to say what it was, and then she said what it was.
"Master, these two moves?"
"Open the sky!"
"Open up the land!"
"These are their names. You need to practice well!"
“They are the pinnacle of my skills!”
Saying these words, Goethe picked up the game console and walked towards the hotel.
Although you are about to leave, playing a game before leaving is a good choice.
It's you!
Card Master!
I win a game and then leave!
As for the difficulty?
As the proposer of the game, of course I started from Legend 10!
Goethe sat on the sofa with confidence.
The sun sets and the moon rises.
Dawn came quietly, and suddenly a roar sounded in Goethe's room -
"Mole! Mole! Why are there so many moles!"