Calamity Crown

The sun is shining.

Clifford was driving, and Goethe didn't choose the co-pilot, but habitually sat behind the driver in the back row.

Such a habit made Clifford, a professional liar, very uncomfortable.

Feeling guilty, he always felt that Goethe would strangle him the next moment.

Even if Goethe was holding a book in his hand all the time.

In other words, this made Clifford feel that Goethe was even more dangerous—that kind of superficially sane, but deep-down crazy guy, he had seen, and before the outbreak, he was similar to the current Goethe.

"Boss, I've already contacted you."

"In addition to us, there is another gentleman visiting Mr. Pult's collection."

"Also, Mr. Penlt welcomes us."

To make himself feel better, Clifford began to introduce.

"Um."

Goethe nodded slightly, but his eyes did not leave the book that recorded [Celtic Blood Sacrifice].

Although he has not studied systematically, but relying on the basic [Tufu language], Goethe can still barely read the books in his hand-Goethe never gave up the idea of ​​relying on himself for everything.

As for 【Bloody Honor】?

That, too, was found by himself.

How can you count on yourself?

"The Celtic Blood Sacrifice originated from the Oak Sect. It is very good at changing and plants, and some can use elements... It's just that the records in this notebook are not complete."

Goethe felt a trace of regret in his heart.

However, he immediately adjusted his mentality.

This is a gift from Joe Keir, so it is a free gift, so what is there to be dissatisfied with?

Moreover, in such a short period of time, Joe Keir was able to obtain these, which is already extremely remarkable.

"Sure enough, someone who can succeed in one field is definitely not a fluke."

Goethe sighed.

Joe Keir is quite successful in the eyes of ordinary people. Not only does he own a valuable company, but he is also very young—at around forty years old, compared to the other party's achievements, he is definitely young.

Such a person, even if they entered the extraordinary realm, would still be able to do a lot.

It's a pity that something like that happened.

After silently sighing again for Joe Kell and his son, Goethe stared at the book in his hand again.

Clifford, who was watching Goethe through the rearview mirror while driving, felt a little panicked in his heart.

"This Mr. Penlt was very enthusiastic and prepared lunch for us."

"If you want to stay, the other party will also provide dinner."

"Of course it costs, everything is included in the visit fee."

The professional liar couldn't help but say.

"Hope it's not too bad."

Goethe said something casually.

"How can it be?"

"A man of Mr. Pentle's dignity must not employ a poor cook."

When Clifford saw that Goethe had finally spoken to him, he immediately began to talk incessantly.

Most of them are about the collector Pentel.

Very positive, but not specific.

At least, according to the information Ann provided to Goethe, the collector Pentel was not as decent as he seemed.

The identity of the other party's "collector" is naturally beyond doubt, and there is no problem.

It is impossible for the behind-the-scenes planner to fabricate it out of thin air and leave such a big hole.

However, apart from the identity of 'collector', the other party also has some other identities.

The other party was a gang member when he was young, and was in charge of accounting.

Taking advantage of the alcohol prohibition order, the opponent's gang smuggled alcohol and produced alcohol themselves, making a fortune.

It has also become the target of public criticism!

After a fight, the territory of the opponent's gang was divided up.

But cash?

But nothing.

This became an urban legend at the time - 'The Lost Dark Gold'.

About twenty years later, Pentel reappeared and became a businessman under his current name. As he got older, he gradually withdrew from the business circle and became active as a collector.

And something about the other party before?

It was an 'old man' who accidentally discovered it while watching TV.

The other party just felt that Pentel looked familiar.

Subsequent investigations revealed Pentel's true identity.

But it doesn't work at all.

Two days later, the other party was hit and killed on the road by a driver with a wine rack. Second-rate.

As for how did Ann know?

Goethe didn't ask.

The policewoman obviously has her own secrets just like him.

We are all good friends.

If you have nothing to do, you can help each other and have a meal together.

There is no need to cause any conflicts because of such a trivial matter.

The professional experience of "hometown" has already made Goethe understand what is meant by propriety.

As for whether Pentel will cooperate with the behind-the-scenes layout?

Most likely not.

Even for the follow-up plan, the behind-the-scenes planner needs to ensure the smoothness of this 'visit' and ignore his own existence to the point of disregard.

At least!

There are further temptations, and everything needs to be in a reasonable range!

After driving for about half an hour, the manor where Pentel was located arrived.

That's right!

It's the manor!

A trail was opened on the side of the road leading directly to the manor.

"This Mr. Pentel was a friend of the city councilor. He was the councilor who had a car accident before. The two collaborated on many projects in the 'Star City'. Finally, it was proposed by that city councilor. Mr. Pentel Funded the construction of this road that leads directly to the estate."

Clifford was driving on this road, and couldn't help admiring.

Goethe continued to read the book, but looked around with the help of the [Raven Spirit]'s vision.

He was acutely aware that he was being watched as soon as the car was on the road.

Although the eyes swept away.

But not friendly.

"This is?"

Goethe frowned secretly as he looked at the group of heavily armed men.

There are ten people in this team.

The number of people cannot be called too many.

But the weapons and equipment are really too complete.

Not just pistols, but mainly submachine guns. Everyone has grenades on their chests, as well as snipers, machine gunners, and a military jeep covered in camouflage not far away.

There are heavy machine guns on it, and three rocket launchers.

Goethe was not surprised that Pentel had such armed forces.

With the other party's past, the other party can't be too careful.

What he is curious about is...

These people also seemed to be heading for Pentelle Manor.

"Could it be that guy's arrangement?"

Goethe sent a text message to Ann while putting the book in his backpack.

And when the car drove into the manor, Goethe immediately discovered something was wrong.

The land, just to the side of the road into the estate, appears to have been turned not so long ago.

According to the size of the flipping area, it seems...

Just enough to bury a person?

"Is this a return to old business?"

Goethe thought, but didn't mind his own business.

He is very clear about his purpose of coming to Penlt Manor today: [Blood Honor].

Clifford parked the car and graciously opened the door for Godra.

When Goethe got out of the car, an old man came down the steps.

The other party's hair was gray, his face had wrinkles that could not be concealed, and his body was slightly fatter, but he walked quite neatly.

"Mr. Goethe Winchester?"

"I've been hearing your name a lot lately."

"Welcome to my manor."

"Hope you have a wonderful day here."

The old man welcomed Goethe with a smile on his face.

"certainly."

Goethe also smiled, and after shaking hands with the other party, he walked into the main building of the manor side by side. The waiter took Clifford to the lounge - only one person can visit the 10,000 yuan, and Clifford stayed in the Outside, although Clifford paid for it.

From the outside, the manor presents a rural style as a whole.

Mainly white birch, it looks casual, simple and unobtrusive.

But after walking inside, the main body of the building is white marble, giving people a sense of thickness.

The two are not contradictory, on the contrary they are extremely harmonious.

Undoubtedly, the designer who was hired at the beginning paid a high price.

Of course, it could also be free.

Because there is a high probability that the designer will not be able to get out of here.

After all, the other side designed a rather practical fortress.

Since walking in, Goethe has discovered more than one firepower point.

Well hidden.

But the heartbeat is still there.

Therefore, Goethe would not be surprised if the designer's skeleton was dug out from a certain wall.

Or in the forest beside the road outside the manor.

It grows so densely, presumably there is more than one corpse buried in it.

After walking through the long corridor with Pentel, Goethe saw a very gentle-looking middle-aged man wearing glasses in the hall at the end of the corridor.

The other party should be the person that Clifford said he visited with.

"This is Mr. Zachary."

"This is Mr. Goethe Winchester."

Pentel introduced for both parties.

"Goethe Winchester?"

"The 'folklorist'?"

The other party was taken aback, and then blurted out.

As Goethe continues to gain popularity, the recognition rate at this moment has reached 60%. Anyone who has followed the news recently has undoubtedly heard of this name.

"It's an honor to meet you!"

"If possible, I hope you can tell me more folk stories. I am a freelance writer. I am so curious about your experience!"

The other party shook hands with Goethe excitedly.

However, the heartbeat of the other party was abnormally calm.

Not as excited as it appears.

"OK."

"However, I hope that's after I see the weapons, the armor—how about lunch?"

Goethe said with a smile.

"no problem."

The other party agreed.

Looking at the two people who were talking happily, Pentel also showed a smile on his face.

What worries him most about this kind of visit together is that the guests who visit at the same time will not get along.

Because it is not only a loss of money, but also affects his reputation.

Once his reputation is damaged, he will lose more money.

Pentel didn't want that to happen.

Fortunately, not today.

"Your Excellency 'George' is a great existence. Many people call this great Your Excellency 'St. George', but as his descendants, they are not so lucky."

"We know that His Excellency 'George' had six wives and at least twenty-two lovers—the reason why they are recorded is because each of them gave birth to at least one child for His Excellency 'George'."

"But unfortunately, most of these children died young."

"Most of the remaining half also had various accidents in adulthood."

"It seems that there is some curse in the blood of Lord George. As long as you have a reputation, you will definitely encounter misfortune!"

"Among the weapons in my collection, at least three of them can be confirmed to be stained with the blood of His Excellency 'George'."

"They are also called 'bloody antiques' by collectors. Many people hate them, but many people like them very much."

"I?"

"It's the latter!"

Pentel walked down with Goethe and Zachary while introducing his collection.

When it came to the ground, the collector pushed open the door at the end.

Immediately, many weapons and armor came into Goethe's eyes.

From the earliest cold weapons to swords.

Everything from modern arquebus guns.

Goethe even found an old cannon weighing tons in the corner.

It was as if an exhibition of two hundred years of modern weapons appeared in front of Goethe.

However, what attracted Goethe the most were the three weapons placed in the middle.

A dagger, a long sword, and a flintlock.

All three things are covered with bulletproof glass and are well protected.

"Gentlemen, remember to wear gloves if you want to touch."

Pentel smiled and handed over two pairs of gloves.

Why do you need a visit fee of 10,000 yuan?

Being able to touch is the biggest selling point.

After receiving the gloves, Goethe put them on and asked Pentel to confirm, then he couldn't wait to walk towards the three weapons.

The bulletproof glass fell slowly, and Goethe picked up the dagger first.

[A well-preserved dagger: It used to be a self-defense dagger for one of the descendants of 'George', but in the face of a group of robbers who came suddenly, such a dagger did not play any role, but became a murder weapon for cutting the owner's throat. 】

【Get Bloody Honor X1】

...

[A well-preserved long sword: As one of the duelist's long swords, it was once full of glory, and it won at least 6 victories for its owner, until it was exposed that it was covered with snake venom, it Its owner was spurned, it was abandoned in a corner, but it was once the real murder weapon, at least in that era, it was considered so. 】

[Get bloody honor x2]

...

[A well-preserved flintlock: In order to improve his shooting level, the former owner kept practicing until he accidentally hit the descendant of 'George' passing by. 】

[Get bloody honor x1]

...

Goethe touched them one by one. Although his face was calm, his heart was ecstatic for the harvest.

Zachary on the side also pretended to pick up a long sword that looked sharper.

The visitor frowned, seemingly unable to confirm the origin of the long sword.

"This is the weapon of the Poppen Dynasty. It is rumored to be the sword of the last prince-although there is no clear historical record, but the forging process of the long sword, the pattern on the hilt, and the gemstones all make me very sure. at this point."

Pentel introduced the long sword.

"So it is!"

Zachary nodded suddenly.

Then, he put the long sword on Pentel's neck.

The visitor said with a smile——

"Robbery!"