Calamity Crown

Did you really come to see Swart?

Goethe sat down calmly.

Together with the other men in the hall, he watched the surprised-looking Swart and the young maid walk to the corridor on one side of the hall—there was the staircase leading to the second floor.

Different from the envy of other men.

Goethe is thinking.

He couldn't believe that Ms. Sheila would find Swart for no reason.

There must be something.

While Goethe was thinking, suddenly a ball of paper was thrown into his arms.

Quietly opened the ball of paper, clearly written on it——

bathroom!

Goethe squeezed his palm and rewound the note. When everyone's attention was attracted by Swart, he turned and walked towards the bathroom at the corner of the hall.

"here."

Morey's voice came from the... lady's side.

Goethe frowned.

He didn't enter right away, but still stood at the door.

And Morey came out of the bathroom.

The moment he saw Morey, Goethe frowned even tighter.

even……

He felt the snack he had just eaten churning in his stomach.

The blue dress, the white shawl, the face with heavy makeup, especially the lips, not to mention the scarlet, there are still unshaven stubble around the lips, the hair has obviously been taken care of, but the level is average, it should be made more It is naturally curly, but at the moment it looks more like a chicken coop, holding a parasol in his hand. After seeing Goethe, Morey with this appearance winked at Goethe.

vomit!

Goethe couldn't help it.

Ever since he learned that he was going to meet Morey at the Garden Club tonight, Goethe had imagined more than once what it would be like when they met, but Goethe would never have imagined that this meeting would be like this.

When I met Morey for the first time, he was wearing a black tuxedo, a white shirt, and stacked fronts. Even though his handles were already gray, he could be seen as a gentleman.

And now?

Totally a pervert.

"Sorry for letting you see me like this!"

As he spoke, Morey lifted his skirt apologetically.

Seeing Morey's skillful appearance, Goethe subconsciously took a step back.

"Trust me, I don't have any hobby of wearing women's clothing. The reason why I dress up like this is because I have to."

Morey said this in embarrassment, and then, he seemed to subconsciously make a shy expression.

If a young girl made such an expression, it must be pleasing to the eye.

But a middle-aged man made it...

vomit!

Goethe retched again as a sign of respect.

"I don't discriminate against anyone's hobbies, as long as it doesn't affect others."

Goethe, who didn't want to get entangled in this issue, emphasized his own force field.

Then, speak immediately.

"Can you tell everything now?"

After finishing speaking, Goethe couldn't care less about his disgust, and stared straight at Morey.

Morey blinked.

Goethe only felt hot eyes.

However, still did not give up.

"You asked Swart to investigate me in the afternoon."

Morey didn't answer right away, but asked rhetorically.

"I don't want to lose my life at will."

Goethe nodded bluntly.

"Being careful and prudent may not necessarily lead to a longer life, but it is enough to make people look at it differently. A month ago, Luster was in charge of Chaofan's official specialist and two assistants, and all three of the entire team were wiped out!"

"In their logbook, the last thing marked is 'Mist Killer in the Mist'!"

"And the place where the 'Mist Killer' will appear is at the Garden Club tonight!"

As Morey spoke, Goethe frowned.

Goethe guessed that the official person in charge of the extraordinary was killed before.

It was the 'mist killer' who killed them, and Goethe could also speculate.

It is also understandable that the 'Mist Killer' appeared in the Garden Club.

But he didn't understand why Morey was so sure that the 'Mist in the Fog' would appear at the Garden Club tonight.

As if seeing Goethe's doubts, Morey immediately gave the answer.

"Divination!"

Goethe was taken aback.

It was an answer he had never thought of.

Divination is so omnipotent?

If so, why not just find the 'Mist Killer' directly?

Do you need to be so troublesome?

"Divination is not a panacea, especially the results of divination, which require extremely professional people to interpret - if the 'mist killer' hadn't killed Alan Crowley and his two assistants, the master would have I won't make a move."

Morey immediately explained.

"Um."

Goethe, who didn't know much about extraordinary power, could only nod his head. Although his desire for this power was growing, Goethe knew that it was not the best time to ask.

So, he continued, "What about my family? What happened to them?"

Mo Lei's expression immediately became serious.

"That's exactly what I want to explain to you!"

"Goethe Wayne, 'Wayne' shouldn't be your surname, your real surname should be...Modeus!"

"Goethe, Modeus!"

"Of course, you are a bit unfamiliar with this surname. Change it to a surname that ordinary people understand. You should have heard of—"

"George!"

Morey named a last name.

"The one branded on the coin?"

Goethe was taken aback.

When he read the text about the "Witch's Blessing", he naturally knew that Goethe had an unusual bloodline called the "Mad King", but he never thought that the "Mad King" turned out to be George I.

"Yes, the Majesty branded on the coin, the 'Founder of Tesin', 'Guardian of the Magga Islands', 'Son of the Dragon', 'Blessed by the Goblin', 'Invincible Knight' , His Majesty George I."

Morey said in an unusually respectful tone.

"So I'm considered royal?"

Goethe joked.

Not really a joke, but a cover up.

Cover up the restlessness in my heart.

Goethe clearly remembered that according to the "Witch's Blessing", he should be the one who ended the "mad king's blood", and if George I and the "mad king" were one person, then what is the current Tesin royal family?

Counterfeit?

Or green?

But, no matter which one it is, look at Morey's respectful appearance.

Goethe knew that these were not things he could ask now.

"I'm afraid this will disappoint you."

"In January i.D1860, the royal family and ministers promulgated the "Digital Act"-from then on, the royal family will not recognize any blood left by His Majesty George I, because... it is really Too much!"

"That His Majesty is too energetic. According to the records of the royal family, there are more than one hundred heirs, not to mention the bloodlines left outside. The number is simply staggering."

"So, Goethe, you are not alone. If you count distant relatives, you have hundreds or even more relatives now."

Morey smiled and shook his head.

And Goethe felt more and more weird.

The true blood of the 'Mad King' has been cut off, but there are hundreds of descendants who have inherited the name of the descendants of the 'Mad King'.

This is really ironic.

besides……

'Witch'!

What happened back then to make the 'witch' hate the 'mad king' so much?

Can't wait for the bloodline of the 'Mad King' to be cut off?

Goethe was thinking in his heart, while Morey continued talking.

"The 'Mist Killer' first appeared in the kingdom's capital 'Bode'."

"He killed five women with special professions by disemboweling them in Bod East District, and then disappeared."

"We tried our best to hunt him down, but we found nothing, because every time a crime was committed, it was a foggy night, so the other party had the title of 'murderer in the fog'."

"Just when we thought he disappeared, he reappeared in Lust..."

Speaking of this, Morey took a special look at Goethe before continuing.

"The death of your family should be the revenge of the 'Mist Killer'!"

"The previous pursuit of the 'Mist Killer' was an order signed by a member of the royal family - the other party could not resist Tesin's royal family, but he could kill the bloodline that had declined."

"Alan Crowley should have discovered this. He wanted to stop it, but he failed and took his life."

Immediately, Goethe's face turned cold.

"Well, what do we do now?"

Goethe asked in an indifferent tone.

He was once again playing the vengeful teenager.

Obviously, Goethe performed well enough before to make this role popular among the people, and Morey just sighed slightly, without doubting anything.

"Catch each other!"

"or……"

"Kill the opponent!"

Morey said bluntly.

Then, the official person in charge of Luster promised.

"Of course, according to the agreement, I will try my best to ensure your safety."

"Also, that 'Mist in the Mist' will definitely come at me."

"According to the characteristics of the other party looking for a woman with a special career, who is young and beautiful, as long as he notices me, he will definitely attack me-don't worry, I have a real identity here: Beatrice, a The poor girl who had to sign a short-term contract with the Garden Club for her younger sister's medical treatment."

Morey's words are confident.

So confident that Goethe's pretended indifference could hardly hold back.

"Leaving aside the name Beatrice and the fact that she is young and beautiful, at least she must be a woman, right?"

"Now you look like a pervert who disguises himself as a woman!"

Goethe couldn't help complaining in his heart.

"You still don't understand the 'mysterious side'!"

"I don't even know 'supernatural power'!"

"Goethe, you know..."

"Potion?"

Clearly seeing Goethe's distrust, the next moment, a test tube appeared in Morey's hands, and then he uncorked the bottle and drank it down.

In the breath, Morey changed drastically.

The skin is fair and smooth, exuding a milky luster under the light.

The facial features are reduced in proportion, appearing delicate and beautiful.

She was even taller, and even the floor-sweeping panniers couldn't hide her smooth ankles.

Even the messy hair made Morey look natural at the moment.

As for the vulgar makeup, it looks wild at this moment, like a female leopard lazily climbing a tree.

Beautiful but dangerous!

Makeup, beauty, and filters are weak, is there any!

If you want to look good, you have to see plastic surgery!

Goethe sighed in his heart.

Moreover, once again, a sentence is confirmed: whether the clothes and makeup look good or not depends on the face.

Just like Morey at this time, a face changed everything!

really beautiful!

Goethe couldn't help but praise how beautiful he was, but then he remembered Morey's appearance before, and the corners of his mouth twitched suddenly.

"Let's go!"

"It's our turn to appear!"

Morey's voice also became soft and light.

Moreover, he raised his arm.

However, at this moment, Goethe suddenly thought of something.

"According to that fortune teller, the 'Mist Killer' will definitely appear at the Garden Club tonight?"

he asked.

"certainly!"

Morey was sure.

Suddenly, Goethe's expression changed——

Swart!

He finally understood what the problem was!