Inviting 'Eisenkol' to become a member of the organization was the idea that came to Aishdal after he met 'Eisenkol'.
Not just because of his 'hobby'.
Also because of the 'Inner Bay'.
Location of Calgaron Island.
And of course, there's the 'legacy' of Nice.
Ashidal has not stopped his research on the Mad King's bloodline until now.
He knew that there were a lot of good things in Nice.
He wants to get it.
And, don’t want others in the organization to get it.
After all, it wasn't just him and Nice who were curious about and researching the Mad King's bloodline. The Pharmacist and the Farmer were also keen on the Mad King's bloodline.
Especially 'pharmacists.'
Rumor has it that the other party's agent's goal in the past thirty years has been to collect the bloodline of the "Mad King".
Therefore, 'Eisenkol' must become a member of 'them'.
Only in this way can we stop the 'pharmacist' and 'farmer' from taking action.
Of course, that's just on the surface.
But that was enough for him.
He was sure that he could get everything he wanted in the shortest possible time. When he thought of certain scenes, the smiling Ashidal's body had some reactions, and his face turned red with excitement.
“What a pervert!”
'The Lumberjack' muttered.
But it was just a grumble, and the 'lumberjack' did not stop him.
Neither did the remaining members of 'them'.
"Gentleman, you recommend Eisenkol to join us based on your membership rights. You will be his chief examiner, and we will also need two deputy examiners."
"According to the rules, the two deputy examiners will vote in ten minutes."
The 'Angler' spoke up.
There is no hierarchy among 'them'.
But it is generally acknowledged that 'Angler' is the strongest.
The next strongest ones are 'Lord' and 'Lady'.
As for the weakest?
Naturally it is Nice and Cowardly.
"certainly."
Facing the 'Angler', Ashidal maintained due respect.
Even though he didn't want to go through these 'ten minutes'.
Because these 'ten minutes' are used to canvass votes.
Or to be more precise, the profits are shared by other members of the organization.
Unfortunately, he couldn't stop it.
I can only watch.
And canvass for votes again?
He was already the chief examiner and could not serve as the deputy examiner at the same time, but he wanted the two deputy examiners to join his camp?
It’s not appropriate now.
We need to wait until the candidate is decided.
Ashdar sat there and waited quietly.
Ten minutes passed quickly.
The result was naturally not beyond Ashdale's expectations.
It's 'pharmacist' and 'farmer'.
"When do we leave?"
The 'farmer' who had a skinny, dark-skinned face and looked like a real farmer was the first to ask.
"etc!"
"I have an experiment to deal with right now. It will be a month before I can go to the Inner Bay."
The 'pharmacist' who was wearing a hooded cloak and hiding his true face said so.
Suddenly, Ashidal's face turned gloomy.
The farmer frowned.
"What do you mean?"
Aidahil asked.
"The effective period of the probation is 1-10 years. I was only delayed for one month and did not violate the rules."
The 'pharmacist' said with a smile.
Aishdal had a gloomy look in his eyes, with a dangerous gleam in his eyes.
He knew the 'pharmacist' had done it on purpose.
All of 'them' members thought so too.
But no one would object.
Because the 'pharmacist' did this, it gave them a chance.
To be more precise, it gave their 'agents' the opportunity.
"Hahaha."
The lumberjack couldn't help laughing and gave the 'pharmacist' a thumbs up.
The farmer looked unhappy.
He paid a lot of price to fight for this position.
If it takes a month...
A bit uneconomical.
Thinking of this, he began to think about how to reduce his losses.
Ashdar had anticipated this.
Even the others, Ashdar, guessed what was going to happen.
Except for the 'Fisherman', the 'Pigeon' and the 'Coward', everyone else will take action.
"But do you think I'm unprepared?"
Ashdar sneered in his heart.
The meeting then ended.
Ashidal sorted out his thoughts, confirmed that there were no problems, and immediately contacted 'Esencore' again.
Still a 'rat hole' in Nice.
When he saw 'Eisenkol ', Ashdar couldn't help but smile.
A little fiery, but still polite.
"Sorry to have kept you waiting, Eisenkor."
"I hope you can understand."
"After all, some of us are really troublesome."
Ashdar sighed.
“Of course, there are people like this around me.”
"It makes me want to kill them."
"But sometimes, we really need them to be there."
“It’s really annoying.”
Goethe looked like he understood, but in his heart he didn't believe a word of it, and secretly called the other person a pervert.
He was too familiar with that kind of hidden burning heat.
It was so familiar that whenever he saw it, a disgusting image would naturally appear in his mind.
He kind of wants to be a cleaner again.
However, the stronger the murderous intent in his heart, the calmer Goethe's brain became.
He cooperated with Ashdahl's performance.
This also made Ashidal even more impatient.
The 'old gentleman' tried his best to maintain his demeanor as he spoke slowly.
"We are 'them'. Do you know 'them'?"
Goethe nodded.
And it just shows a sense of knowing it is so.
"It seems that you have done a pretty thorough investigation into Nice."
Ashdar laughed.
“Not deep.”
"It's just that he's too arrogant, and even unscrupulous at certain times. With this premise, it's not difficult for me to investigate him - because he doesn't even try to cover up."
"Well, he's just a lucky guy."
"But good luck doesn't always stay with you."
"So, we decided that you will replace him and become one of 'them'. You can continue to manage the inner bay, or you can find a place where no one else is stationed and choose to manage it."
As Ashdahl said this, he looked towards Goethe.
He expected to see more looks of surprise.
After seeing the surprise on the giant's face, Ashidal felt extremely satisfied.
It was more exciting to him than having both a ram and a ewe come together.
"Can I?"
"I killed Nice."
Goethe asked.
A look of loss appeared on the giant's face!
That’s right!
Just lost!
It's not a relief, but a loss!
A fleeting moment of loss!
This was the conclusion he came to after getting along with those crazy and perverted guys: reversing the normal people's thinking is the best way to get along with crazy and perverted guys.
Idahil saw Goethe's fleeting disappointment.
Immediately, he felt hot.
He wanted to lick his lips.
But he held back.
It’s not the time yet!
"We are a loose organization. A guy like Nice is useless in the organization. If he hadn't been lucky enough to join the organization, he would have been killed by others long ago."
"And you killed him, which earned you a lot of people's favor."
"Mine is among them!"
“So, I hope you can join us!”
"Of course, this is not forced!"
Ashdar extended the invitation.
"I agree."
"Since you, Ashdar, can appear among them, there must be a lot of interesting people here. I really can't wait !"
As he spoke, Goethe let out a low laugh.
That laughter was full of excitement and thrill.
Most of them can't wait.
Seeing Goethe like this, Ashdahl couldn't bear it any longer.
He stuck out his tongue, licked his dry lips, and his breathing began to rapid.
And Goethe?
No disgust was expressed.
On the contrary, the laughter became deeper and deeper.
One licked his lips and the other laughed softly.
Moreover, the two looked at each other with anticipation in their eyes.
"One month!"
"I'll come find you in a month!"
"Of course I wanted to find you right away, but the 'pharmacist' guy delayed it. He wanted to buy more time for others, hehe."
Ashdar couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"oh?"
"Can I kill them?"
Godra lengthened his tone.
"certainly!"
"You can do whatever you want!"
"They are just agents anyway, and..."
"Even if you're facing the 'Pharmacist', you don't have to worry - you're not an official member yet, you can do whatever you want. If you kill him? That would be even more gratifying."
As Ashdar spoke, his whole body began to shake uncontrollably.
He was very pleased with Goethe's performance.
He was so satisfied that he couldn't bear it any longer.
"See you in a month."
With that, the 'old gentleman' ended the conversation.
He needs to vent.
We can't wait any longer.
Then, Ashidal strode towards the dungeon of the manor.
There , he stocked up on some 'daily necessities'.
A bunch of strong men.
Some were soldiers.
Some are secret keepers.
Even more are the modified humans he cultivated.
This is his consumption for the next six months.
But today is so exciting.
In less than half an hour, Ashidal came out naked and with a strong smell of blood.
"Not enough! Not enough!"
“I need more!”
"Inner Bay? Inner Bay?"
"Stay close there and wait quietly!"
"Be patient and wait for the moment of release!"
As Ashidal said this, he left the manor.
The moment he stepped out of the manor gate, Ashidal became invisible and flew towards the Calgaron Island in the inner bay like a gust of wind.
Just ten minutes after the 'old gentleman' left the manor, a figure appeared here.
The other person was well-dressed, wearing a top hat and perfume.
It is obvious that the other party had made careful preparations before coming here.
Standing in front of the manor gate, Hetmas... no, to be precise, it was George VI who was resurrected by borrowing someone else's body.
The former king knocked on the door of the manor with a smile on his face.
George VI knew very well the temper and hobbies of the owner here.
But that's why he came here.
Because the other party has always had a strong interest in the Beidi Ke family.
With this premise, the other party will be a rare ally of his.
After more than ten seconds , there was no movement in the manor.
This came as a surprise to George VI.
He raised his hand and knocked on the door again.
Ding, ding ding!
There was another knock on the manor door.
This time, there was still no response.
"Not here?"
"According to the daily expenses I provided for him before, it would be enough for him to stay here for half a year or even a year... Why is he not here?"
"Did anything unexpected happen?"
King George VI frowned.
He hated surprises.
Goethe's appearance was an accident, which caused his plan in Lust to fail.
This caused the original target, 'Skiffins Steinbeck', to deviate.
It even alerted Skiffins Steinbeck and caused him to take revenge on him, causing him to miss the "secret place" of the Faber royal family.
But it also confirmed the existence of the 'door'.
Therefore, he must now obtain the high priest of the 'Church of Flesh and Blood'!
Only get the high priest.
He was able to turn the tide.
only……
Too many people gathered in Bodø.
Not only is he alone and helpless, but he is also dying!
George VI raised the hand that was hidden behind his back.
Even with gloves as a barrier and a strong spray of perfume, there was still an irresistible stench of decay in the air, like the smell of a corpse.
Coming back from the dead is not without cost.
After reading the notes of his ancestor, the "Mad King", George VI was already prepared.
but……
The price was greater than he had imagined!
"I will always be a little worse than my ancestors!"
"But I am the one who inherited the glory of my ancestors!"
"I am the worthy successor!"
George VI roared in his heart, and the look in his eyes became crazy yet determined.
The next moment, he jumped into the manor.
He needed something to keep him alive longer.
He also needs something to make him stronger.
There is one in Ashdar's manor.
We have all of these!
Even though it’s only a semi-finished product!
But as long as it is processed, it will be fine!
Of course, this would inevitably lead to a feud with Ashidal, but at this point, he couldn't care less.
What he had to do was to find enough things before Ashidal came back.
Then?
Naturally, he went to the shelter he left behind before his death.
Five minutes!
Five minutes later, George VI rushed out of the manor carrying two bags.
Without stopping for a moment, he headed towards the shelter.
Only when you get there will you be safe.
And just two minutes later, Ashidal, who had already left, came back.
His face was as gloomy as water, and he inspected the stolen estate.
"Which guy is it?"
"'Pharmacist' wouldn't do that. 'Lumberjack' is rougher than that. 'Hunter'? 'Wolf'?"
Ashdar muttered in a low voice.
He didn't think it would be anyone else.
It could only be someone from the organization.
Why?
Because they wanted to stop him, to attract his attention, so that he would have no time to pay attention to the "Inner Bay" within a month.
"Oh!"
"very good!"
“You did it!”
"But are you ready for my counterattack?"
Ashdar sneered.
Then, it disappeared.
Meanwhile, in Port Marne.
Goethe, who had stacked [Good Luck] 100 times and [Disaster Relief] 100 times, couldn't help but whisper to himself as he watched the gold notes invested by Margarida Mag begin to decrease rapidly -
"That should be enough, right?"
"or……"
"Add a little more?"
Thinking of this, Goethe added [Good Luck] 900 times.
“I still feel it’s not safe.”
"How about a little more?"
Goethe frowned and added [Good Luck] 1000 times.
Then, Goethe still felt unsafe.
Finally, he gritted his teeth and transformed the remaining gold notes into 100 times of [Eliminate Disasters and Misfortunes].
After doing all this, Goethe looked around.
The sky is blue in the afternoon.
There are also white clouds.
The air is so fresh.
It seems that something has changed.
But it seems like nothing has changed...right?