Looking at the two fingers raised by Goethe, Mu Heiya frowned.
Two hundred pieces?!
How did Goethe make such accurate judgments?
Could it be that...
spy?!
The member from the Security Council headquarters frowned even more.
He looked at Goethe suspiciously.
Goethe continued to smile.
Ever since he saw the animation of a rabbit selling firecrackers to a camel, Goethe had formed his own judgment on such transactions where he could not see the other party's background clearly.
Don't be precise, be as vague as possible.
There must also be room for maneuver.
For example, hold up two fingers at this moment.
It could be twenty or it could be two hundred.
You could also say it's in the double digits.
In short, you must be able to handle it with ease.
Mu Heiya frowned, like the wrinkled bark of an old tree.
Goethe smiled brightly, like a little fox who had stolen a hen.
Time passes by every second.
About half a minute later, Mu Heiya, who had been thinking for a long time, nodded.
"Two hundred?"
"Can."
"But you can only watch and touch!"
Mu Heiya emphasized.
It’s true!
Goethe was shocked, but then the smile on his face became even brighter.
It is worthy of being called the 'Crazy King' brand seeder!
It is obvious that the 'Mad King' is a humanoid self-propelled artillery, but the descendants of the 'Mad King' are not given for nothing, and they have perfectly inherited the bloodline of the 'Mad King'.
Or rather...
Someone is adding fuel to the fire!
who?
Naturally, they are some big shots in the "secret realm" in front of us.
Facing the 'Mad King' who had broken through the void, it would be strange if they did not carefully study the bloodline of the 'Mad King' .
Therefore, it seems only natural to "artificially create" some "Mad King" bloodlines.
With a sigh in his heart, Goethe nodded.
"certainly."
"I have no idea about owning these murder weapons. I just want to judge something from the remaining blood on them."
Goethe said vaguely.
The obviously misleading words made Mu Heiya frown again. At this moment, Mu Heiya looked like an old tree.
The member of the Security Committee headquarters stared at Goethe again. He wanted to judge more information from Goethe's eyes and expression, but it was useless.
Goethe's experience in his 'hometown' had already taught him how to act, and after arriving in the 'anchor world', he had to disguise himself almost all the time, and Goethe's acting skills had already become perfect.
At this moment, Goethe could face anyone's gaze calmly.
call!
Mu Heiya let out a long breath.
Then, there was a sigh.
"well."
"I'm still not good at this kind of thing."
"No matter what your purpose is or what you know, I will only convey everything I know to them. As for other things, that is your business."
Mu Heiya said this.
"That's enough."
Goethe replied.
At the same time, Goethe had a clearer understanding of Mu Heiya's identity in the Security Committee.
The other party's identity is undoubtedly special.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to agree to his request directly.
However, the other party did not seem to enjoy this privilege, but rather was somewhat resistant to it.
"Because of something, he has wavered in what he has always believed in, and has made a gesture that seems to be self-isolating and giving up, but in fact he is enjoying all kinds of privileges without knowing it?"
Goethe had no dislike for such fellows.
As long as it's not here.
Just like facing a friend who inherited a billionaire's inheritance but shouted "That's not what I want", Goethe was always friendly and kind, willing to be there at any time.
But what if this was his son?
He beat the other person to death.
Beaten hard with a military belt.
If one cigarette breaks, just replace it with a new one and continue smoking.
Dare to run?
Then tie him up, hang him on a tree and beat him until he realizes the reality.
"Tea."
Goethe raised his hand and poured the tea into the cup.
Mu Heiya picked it up, but did not drink it immediately. Instead, he turned the cup and stared at the tea in a daze.
Goethe did not make any noise to disturb them, but waited quietly.
After all, facing a pretentious guy.
That requires patience.
It’s like if you want to eat crab roe noodles, you have to peel out the crab roe little by little.
"I admire the Martial Saint very much."
After a long time, Mu Heiya uttered these words.
Then, there was a torrent of words -
"As far as I can remember, the first story I heard was about the 'Martial Saint' who killed an overseas strongman with three punches. I remember this sentence in particular: 'This punch has taken twenty years of practice. Can you resist it?' I still remember it clearly."
“Every time I think about it, my blood boils.”
"Afterwards, the 'Martial Saint' even went across the ocean alone to kill all the overseas samurai, ninjas, and onmyojis in order to avenge Mr. Lin and Mr. Deng!"
"It completely eliminated the disasters that had plagued the coastal areas for more than a decade, and for a time the seas and rivers were peaceful and the world was at peace."
"Even when the multinational coalition forces came later, Lord Martial Saint was able to turn the tide with his own strength, sinking the powerful ships and cannons of that time outside the Pujiang River."
“He’s my hero.”
“I’ve always targeted him.”
“And there are many people like me.”
"Lord Martial Saint broke through the void and ascended. His descendants naturally enjoy his glory, but the descendants of Lord Martial Saint... are not Lord Martial Saint after all."
As Mu Heiya spoke, his originally excited expression turned gloomy.
Goethe took a sip of tea in silence.
Goethe was not surprised by this.
He knew it when he saw Daoxie carrying a sword.
The so-called 'Daoxie', before becoming the real 'Daoxie', was just an ordinary man who hoped to be reused and to make his wife more prosperous.
But what is the result?
He was stabbed through the chest by a sword from the second son of the Mad King in this world.
'Daoxie' is not dead.
But the other party's wife was skinned and pulled out by the second son of the "Martial Saint", leaving only the remains of her flesh and blood.
Why did the second son of the "Martial Saint" do this?
Most likely he wants to explore the secret of his own bloodline, right?
Or maybe, just to deepen the blood concentration?
But no matter what.
In the eyes of Daoxie, the other party deserves to die.
And 'Daoxie' did the same.
And it was done 'quite' thoroughly.
“People are different.”
“The gap between people is greater than that between people and dogs.”
"After all, some people are worse than dogs."
Goethe said calmly.
"yes!"
“Some people are worse than dogs!”
"So, when some plans began to emerge, I participated without hesitation. I believed that I was righteous and that I could keep the reputation of the Martial Saint untarnished."
"Can……"
"In the end, we found out that we were also being used."
"Those guys deserve to die, us?"
“Damn it too!”
Mu Heiya said this and smiled bitterly.
"Among my four good friends at the time, two died from their injuries, two couldn't stand the inner torment and chose to commit suicide, and I? I chose to compromise."
"It's better to be alive than to be dead, right?"
Mu Heiya asked Goethe.
"Um."
"As long as you are alive, you have a chance."
"Dead?"
"Then it's all over!"
Goethe said this with certainty, but he was muttering to himself in his heart.
Could it be that the second son of the "Martial Saint" has done even more shameful things?
Considering that the other party is able to skin, bones and flesh away even his own sister, it seems quite possible.
And then, being taken advantage of?
Set a trap.
Tsk!
That scene really made him want to watch it.
It must be hysterical and full of resentment.
Maybe he would even shout out something like 'My father is a Martial Saint, you have no right to do this to me, I want to see your higher-ups'.
As for those so-called high-level officials?
Nature is the one who plans.
They definitely won’t meet each other.
Even his bones had to be cut up and ground up for experiments.
Just like...
The other party did the same thing to his own sister.
Moreover, Goethe was quite sure that the reason why the second son of the "Martial Saint" did this might be because he was instigated by some of the "high-level officials" - just look at Mu Heiya.
The other party must have discovered something.
However, Mu Heiya would definitely not tell him.
Just like he would not tell Mu Heiya his true purpose.
"Goethe, do you think there are truly good people in the world?"
Mu Heiya asked again.
Goethe really wanted to roll his eyes at this question.
Are there any truly good people in this world?
We can only judge by actions, not by intentions.
On the heart?
No one is perfect.
Moreover, Goethe knew very well that what Mu Heiya really wanted to ask was not the so-called 'good man', but whether the 'Martial Saint' was the same as he knew?
Another semi-idealist.
Compared to pure idealists, semi-idealists are even less worthy of saving.
The former will create hell and drag you into it.
the latter?
Hell itself is.
However, for the sake of the [Bloody Honor] that was about to be obtained, Goethe chose to say one more word.
"You're not pure enough."
Mu Heiya was stunned.
"purity?"
"What purity?"
Mu Heiya was full of confusion.
"No purity is enough, whether as a fighter, as a man, or as someone who enjoys life, your purity is not enough!"
Goethe said very seriously.
Looking at Goethe's appearance, no one would doubt what he said.
I just think that I don’t understand enough and that’s why I can’t understand.
In fact?
Goethe is just talking nonsense.
But Mu Heiya thought about it and nodded.
"Yes, that's right."
“But maybe that’s just who we are.”
Mu Heiya also found a reason and excuse for himself.
"I will arrange for you to see the murder weapons stained with the blood of your relatives as soon as possible."
After saying this, the member of the Security Committee drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, just like he was drinking wine.
Then, he walked straight out, but when he reached the door, the security committee member suddenly stopped.
"'Tingqi Pavilion' is not easy to deal with."
"Numbers won't be an advantage, but will restrict your hands and feet."
Mu Heiya reminded.
And this time, there was no stopping.
Goethe put down the empty teacup, and the female swordsman beside him filled it with tea again.
Fresh fruits were also served.
Take the sliced ​​watermelon out of the refrigerator to cool you down.
There are still crystal clear water droplets hanging on the washed pears.
The apple has a layer of shiny luster, and it tastes crispy, sweet and delicious when you bite it.
"They gave me the 'Ba Dao'."
"After confirming that I have comprehended the 'Absolute Domain' and temporarily taken charge of the 'Yuantu Boxing Gym'."
The female swordsman sat next to Goethe and spoke softly.
Zhao She, who was originally standing aside, immediately retreated without leaving a trace.
As a butler, it is true that he is the closest person to the master.
But you also need to know the limits.
There are some things you can know.
There are some things you absolutely cannot know.
Even if you know, you have to pretend you don't know.
"Is 'Ba Dao ' powerful?"
Goethe asked curiously.
The female swordsman was stunned.
She admitted that she learned the 'Ba Dao' because she wanted to explain it to Goethe. After all, Goethe was the secret descendant of the 'Martial Saint', and the 'Ba Dao' was the secret weapon of the 'Daoxie'.
To some extent, Daoxie and Goethe, who killed the eldest son, second son, third son and fourth daughter of the Martial Saint, are "enemies".
If the situation wasn't too critical, she would never learn the 'Ba Dao'.
Of course, if she didn't really care about Goethe, given the female swordsman's character, she would never explain.
However, the female swordsman did not expect that Goethe would look like this.
While the female swordsman was stunned, Goethe had already raised his hand and grabbed the female swordsman's palm.
He said softly—
"They are them, and I am me. I am different from them, especially in front of you. You help me look after the gym, and I can only be grateful, because I was the one who forced this matter on you, and you chose a more effective way to protect the gym. What reason do I have to blame you? To misunderstand you? Or even be hostile to you?"
"If I did that, then what would I be?"
"An ungrateful person who repays kindness with enmity?"
"Don't worry, I won't misunderstand anything, because I know that no matter what you do, it's because you have me in your heart and you do it wholeheartedly for me."
"I will only be grateful, grateful to God for letting me meet you."
As Goethe spoke, the female swordsman blushed.
Not just because of Goethe's words.
Also, Goethe's fingers were constantly scratching the palm of the female swordsman.
Numb and crispy.
It still itches.
The female swordsman shyly patted Goethe on the shoulder, then turned and ran into the room.
The next moment, the female swordsman ran out with a book.
"Sword Manual!"
The female swordsman placed a volume of sword manual in Goethe's hand.
In fact, when Goethe touched the book, the words appeared before his eyes:
[Ba Dao Sword Manual: After his wife died, Dao Xie's anger and resentment almost became real. He condensed his hatred into a sword, abandoned all emotions, and created this domineering sword technique, "Slash with one sword, no emotion, no corpse". Moreover, after using the sword in his hand to kill the enemy, the second son of the "Martial Saint", his sword took a different approach and broke away from the scope of the original secret technique of the "Mad King", reaching a new realm. Unfortunately, the hatred of "Ba Dao" affected the character of "Da Xie", causing him to go on a killing spree and eventually become a puppet of hatred. Before his death, "Da Xie" wrote this sword manual and stabbed a descendant of the "Martial Saint" to death with it.]
[Bloody Honor +1]
…
[Obtain the special secret skill 'Ba Dao'. Do you want to use 3 points of bloody honor to learn it? ]
[Not enough bloody honor, unable to learn! ]
…
"Stabbed to death by a sword?"
"this?"
Goethe was stunned.
The descendants of the Mad King died in all kinds of bizarre ways, and he had seen one more.
Then, Goethe raised his hand and pulled the female swordsman, blocking her behind him.
At the same time, a sound of piano was heard.
The piano music was vast, but there was not a hint of the sound of mountains and flowing water that it should have.
On the contrary...
Tempting and arousing desire!
Goethe sneered in his heart.
Listen to the chess pavilion!
Without a doubt, it is Tingqi Pavilion.
Immediately, he shouted loudly—
"Yes, this ability is not inferior to mine!"