Calamity Crown

Each has its own use.

Especially professional liars are even more useful.

Some experiences in his hometown have already made Goethe understand that people like professional liars will have unspeakable miraculous effects as long as they are used well.

Therefore, the day after the incident, Goethe found the other party.

I hope that the other party can help him find related items of 'George' and 'George's descendants', especially books, manuscripts, etc. that record texts - Goethe especially emphasized this point.

As for why?

Naturally, it is to hide the real purpose.

Goethe turned to look at his math teacher.

"Sorry, Miss Judy."

Goethe looked apologetic.

"be safe!"

The math teacher didn't say much, just ordered, got up and left.

Ever since she experienced the 'sewer crocodile' incident that day, the math teacher understood that Goethe had already grown up, and there was no need for her to intervene.

certainly!

Learning can not be left behind!

Math must pass!

Because, if you want to go to college, you must take the math test!

and……

If you learn mathematics, physics and chemistry well, you will not be afraid to travel all over the world.

After sending Teacher Zhu Di downstairs and watching him drive away, Goethe returned to the 'Folk Customs Research Institute'.

"Boss, according to your instructions, I found two collectors near the 'Star City' from several sources."

"They all own the relics of 'George' and his descendants, and they are willing to let others pay a price to let people visit their collections."

"And, one of them has a manuscript left by 'George'."

When Clifford saw Goethe returning, he immediately leaned over and said.

After agreeing to do things for Goethe, Clifford immediately corrected his attitude.

This professional liar is obviously very clear about his position.

The other party knew what kind of attitude he should have when facing a person who truly possessed unimaginable power, and he also knew what he should do.

"manuscript?"

"Unpublished?"

Goethe looked interested.

"Um!"

"The other party promises that it has not been made public!"

"It's just a private communication!"

"However, if you want to view this manuscript, the other party does not want money, but needs to know the secret of 'George'—the other party is willing to exchange the secret for the opportunity to read the manuscript."

Clifford immediately added.

Exchange secrets?

Goethe was noncommittal.

Maybe the other party really wants to exchange some secrets.

However, it is more likely to be a trap.

Still, that's what Goethe wanted.

The other party wants to lure him into the trap, and he also wants the other party to show up.

"What about the other one?"

Goethe continued to ask.

"This man has collected some weapons and armor related to 'George' and his descendants, and legend has it that there are several murder weapons that killed the descendants of 'George'."

Clifford introduced.

Goethe was not surprised by such an introduction.

Because, this is the hint he gave to the other party.

He has explained the greatness of 'George' more than once.

I also sighed whether the weapon used to kill the descendants of "George" would be special.

As long as the other party is not a fool, he will remember it.

"Is there anything special about these murder weapons?"

Goethe looked interested.

"no?"

"According to that era, it should be ordinary swords and old muskets."

Clifford frowned and said uncertainly.

"Well, what does this collector need?"

Goethe nodded and continued to ask.

"money!"

"For 10,000 yuan, the other party is willing to let anyone visit his collection room!"

Clifford said he knew it.

"10,000 yuan?"

"It's not expensive."

After pondering for a moment, Goethe said:

"First help me contact this collector."

"As for the collector who owns the manuscript... You go and tell the other party, I need to confirm the value of the manuscript."

"Understood, boss."

Clifford looked at Goethe as he spoke, and when Goethe signaled that he could leave, the professional liar immediately bowed down respectfully, then turned and left, and helped Goethe close the door.

Go downstairs and get in the car.

Clifford drove home.

Everything looks so normal.

Including, getting off the bus halfway to buy some dinners.

Carrying the kraft paper bag containing dinner, Clifford returned to the car.

"How about it?"

A cold voice came from the back seat of the car.

Clifford was not surprised at all. He put the kraft paper bag containing the dinner on the co-pilot and said nonchalantly: "He is determined to obtain the manuscript of 'George' and hopes to use more information to confirm the value of the manuscript. He is also very interested in the weapons of the descendants of the dead 'George', and seems to think that there is some special power contained in them, he wants to check these weapons and armor first."

After saying this, Clifford started the car again.

The car was on its way home again.

During the whole process, Clifford did not look back.

It was as if there was no one in the back seat at all.

It wasn't until Clifford stopped that the sound came from behind.

"Take him to check those weapons and armor."

Clifford didn't answer, just nodded imperceptibly, picked up his dinner, got out of the car and entered the house.

...

The Cliffords' house was not far away.

Garifa parked the car, watched Clifford enter the house, and couldn't help frowning.

It's been a week!

All week she had been helping Ann keep an eye on Clifford.

But nothing was found.

Everything is fine with the other party.

In addition to occasionally cheating.

Ghalifa really admires this professional liar, he looks like that, and he still doesn't forget to lie.

Taking out his mobile phone, Garifa called his friend.

"Ann, that guy is home."

"Nothing unusual today."

"Well, well, when shall we have dinner together?"

"ah?"

"Are you going to work overtime?"

"Okay, next time!"

"Next time for sure!"

Ghalifa emphasized that after getting an affirmative answer from An, he immediately drove away with a smile on his face.

And Ann, who was working overtime, walked into the 'Folk Customs Research Institute' with dinner.

Beef burger, French fries, fried chicken nuggets, and iced fat house happy water.

For two.

In the past week, he often appeared in the 'Folk Customs Research Institute' with dinner.

With the happy cooperation last time, Goethe did not refuse each other.

“The fries and dips here are really good.”

The French fries that Ann chose were not the thin French fries in the usual fast food restaurants, but the thick French fries with skins. The thick potatoes were marinated with olive oil and salt and baked in a high-temperature oven. They are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

But what impressed Goethe the most was the dipping sauce.

Mayonnaise sauce with chopped parsley.

But the real soul is the 'garlic mash' added to it!

Garlic roasted with olive oil, squeezed into a puree, mixed into the dipping sauce, immediately makes the sweet dipping sauce a little more spicy, paired with the crispy French fries, it really whets the appetite .

After eating a few chips, Goethe raised his hand and picked up a beef burger.

The beef is a thick patty with cheese slices and lettuce.

But this so-called 'healthy' beef burger obviously made Goethe feel that something was missing, and Goethe immediately squeezed the dipping sauce of the previous French fries into it.

Immediately, the taste came up.

Three mouthfuls of a hamburger, Goethe picked up the iced Fat House Happy Water.

Gudong, Gudong.

ha!

"Cool!"

Goethe sighed.

Ann nodded in agreement.

In particular, when you don't need to clean up the tableware and wash the pots and dishes, you only need to tidy up the packaging bags, which makes An feel happy.

Almost like Goethe, Ann finished the beef burger with her mouth open.

After that, the two were talking while eating French fries and fried chicken nuggets.

"Coliford is not reliable."

"He's a professional liar."

"Deceit and betrayal have long been branded in his bones."

Ann expresses her opinion.

"I didn't trust him, I just used him."

"At least……"

"He works great now."

Goethe told the truth.

betray?

nonexistent.

As he said, it is to use.

Use it.

Where did the betrayal come from?

As for cheating?

He is also deceiving the other party.

He not only wants to use the other party to make the behind-the-scenes organizers show up, but also uses the other party to get more [Blood Honor].

Or rely on himself?

Finding more [Blood Honor] in a short period of time is simply unrealistic.

So, after knowing from Joe Keel that someone was following him, Goethe thought of what to do.

Isn't that guy hiding behind the scenes testing him, looking for his flaws?

Of course he wants to give the opponent a chance.

As for failure?

It doesn't matter, for Goethe, there is nothing to lose.

But once it succeeds?

That's a win-win!

He can win twice!

And so far, he's been successful.

Goethe can be sure that the other party will let him meet the first collector as soon as possible.

Moreover, that collector must have the real weapon that killed the descendants of 'George' in his collection.

Because the other party wanted him to trust Clifford.

Only in this way can Clifford lead him into a trap.

"I hope [Blood Honor] is enough."

Goethe thought silently, and looked at the words that ordinary people couldn't see——

[Discovery of the secret technique 'Celtic Blood Sacrifice. Wolf', 'Celtic Blood Sacrifice. Vine', 'Celtic Blood Sacrifice. Flame' is being judged...]

[Possess the 'heart' attribute, the judgment is passed! 】

[Master the 'Tufu Language (Basic)', pass the judgment! 】

[If the judgment is passed, you can use the "bloody honor" to learn! 】

[Insufficient bloody honor, unable to learn! 】

...

Goethe didn't expect that there were three secret techniques in the notebook that Joe Keel handed him.

And this caused him, who had already returned to zero [Blood Honor], to immediately fall into a situation where [Blood Honor] was extremely lacking.

After all, [Steinbeck Breathing Method] also requires [Bloody Honor].

Ann stared at Goethe, and when she saw the familiar look in Goethe's eyes, she nodded immediately.

She knew that Goethe had planned for a long time.

Then she just needs to believe in Goethe.

Because, they are the same kind of people!

If you are not quite sure, you will not make a move!

When the last french fries were eaten by Goethe, the mobile phone placed aside vibrated.

buzz buzz.

On the lit screen, it clearly showed that Clifford had sent a text message.

It clearly says——

The collector is available tomorrow, do I need an appointment?

...

After Goethe replied with a 'yes' on his mobile phone, a smile appeared in his eyes.

Fish, bite the hook!