Calamity Crown

Under the warm sunshine, Goethe lay flat on the sofa, his slightly squinted eyes were full of thoughts.

Whether it's Woody's paranoia or Van der Sar's ruthlessness, he 'sees' them all.

However, Goethe didn't care about these.

He cared about Seth!

Innocent Seth!

Under the design of those two guys, the innocent Seth chose the former potion and alchemy classroom to refine the highly poisonous potion he had seen once - in the memory of 'Mordode', Goethe had seen this potion, Even after watching the complete refining process, it can be said that Seth's technique just now is not bad at all.

There is no doubt that the other party is imitating Mordod!

As for why?

Naturally, they want to create a situation where the 'Potion and Alchemy Classroom' is separated from the 'College'.

Or……

Use this to find an opportunity to control the 'Academy'.

Judging from the words of the old woman Van der Sar, it should not be the first time that the other party has done this.

Before, the old woman had failed.

this time?

The opponent is still a failure.

Because, even if 'Mordode' is resurrected, it is impossible to refine the [Elixir of Immortality] again.

etc!

【Elixir of life】? !

"College" hidden rules "life and death change"? !

Grasping the key point, Goethe suddenly sat up straight.

"Because of unknown reasons, Mordod refined [the elixir of life], so the entire potion and alchemy classrooms were separated from the 'college'."

"What if it's the 'elixir of life'?"

"With a high probability, Mordod will master the rules of the 'Academy'... right?"

Goethe thought and shook his head subconsciously.

"Mad King" is sometimes quite blind and arrogant, but he is not really stupid, and there must be some back-up preparations.

It's as if Mordod has turned into a golden hamster.

Maybe it's because Moore Dodd used the "Elixir of Life" to experiment with white mice.

Maybe it's the backhand of the 'Mad King'?

No one can guarantee this.

But the result will not change: Mordod becomes a hamster, and loses important memories, and becomes similar to a real hamster, living in the dark.

And he borrowed the [Spirit of the Blood Crow] and took the [Elixir of Life].

result?

Naturally, it is a good result.

More than that.

Mordoud also provided an idea for the current Goethe: to obtain the "academic" rule "life and death" in a way beyond "life and death".

It's hard for others.

For Goethe, who possesses the talent [Time Backtracking], it is a very simple matter.

The only thing to consider is...

Is it worth it!

Goethe couldn't make an accurate judgment until he knew exactly what the "academy"'s "life and death" rules were - if it was the "life and death" rules he understood, everything would be worth it.

But what if not?

Even, in the end, there will only be props such as [Key of the Master (Paradise Hotel)]?

That is a blood loss.

So, just to be on the safe side.

Goethe chose to use a slightly more complex but self-consuming method.

Of course!

If someone is willing to show him the way, he will be more than happy.

After all, the current him doesn't have much, but he has a lot of 'time'.

He, Goethe, the longevity species.

Quack, quack!

[Inferior Blood Crows] flew back one by one while screaming.

Nothing was gained.

Cats, dogs, hamsters, rabbits, no.

Neither does the backpack that might exist.

Compressed biscuits, water, and canned food are naturally absent.

Such a result made Goethe rub his temples.

"Won't you have to eat canned food again?"

"No!"

"There is only one can left. It is a necessary and rare material. It can only be compressed biscuits."

Thinking of the taste of compressed biscuits, Goethe frowned slightly.

He plans to change the way of eating.

"Jerry, go bake a biscuit with extra cumin and chilli."

Goethe ordered.

The female hotel manager sprang into action.

That taste?

It's hard to say.

Anyway, Goethe removed the baked compressed biscuits from his recipe-you can never imagine the dry and hard taste of the already dry compressed biscuits after baking, even if there are cumin and chili peppers, it is useless.

"Maybe I should try the tahini dip next time?"

Goethe walked towards the narrow corridor while thinking.

Squeak!

The doors of the 'Paradise Hotel' are open again

Van der Sar, who was wearing a dark sarong, was standing outside the hotel gate, waving at Goethe with a smile on his face.

"Good morning, Mordod."

The old lady was quite polite.

But this can't change the viciousness of the other party.

Goethe still had a fresh memory of the dark sarong that sucked blood, mummified corpses, all kinds of poisonous powder, ritual traces, soil, etc. into the skirt just now, and he always felt that there was a bottomless pit under the skirt.

"good morning."

Goethe nodded in response.

"What do you think?"

The old woman asked impatiently.

"not enough."

"It's not fair to me."

Goethe said so.

The old woman was taken aback.

"What's unfair?"

"It's fair to exchange a secret for a secret!"

The old woman emphasized that, as if to increase the persuasiveness of her words, the old woman also raised her hands and raised a finger at the same time, interacting with two fingers left and right, indicating the fairness of one for one.

Goethe laughed.

He imitated the old woman's appearance, raised his hands, and raised his fingers.

However, it is the middle finger.

"you?"

As soon as the old woman's face changed, she subconsciously moved forward.

But, immediately, the old lady stopped her steps and stopped abruptly.

"The premise of fair trade is that both parties are equal!"

"And you look at now!"

"You don't even dare to set foot in my 'hotel', but you want to keep saying that you have a fair deal with me—this kind of fairness itself is unfair to me."

Goethe leaned against the front desk of the hotel and shrugged.

"Moldud, you were not like this before."

The tea smell appeared on the old woman again, and her eyes turned red when she looked at Goethe.

Goethe sighed and said softly.

"Van der Sar, you were not so old before."

These words were like a critical blow, which made the old woman tremble and her voice became sharper.

"You said that even if I am old and ugly, you will not change for me."

"Sorry, I lost my word."

"When I look at you now, I always think of you in the past, which makes it even more difficult for me to face you now-forty-two years, for you, it is a little bit of time, but for me In my impression, you will always be eighteen, but in fact you are now sixty, which makes me look at you as if I were looking at a stranger."

"Sorry, facing you like this, I can only make a mistake."

"Because, I feel like if I make the same commitment to who you are now and who I remember you as, then it makes me feel like I'm not being true to who I remember you being."

Goethe sighed, pretending to tell his difficulties.

Actually?

He just wanted to see if Van der Sar could return to his youthful appearance again.

He wanted to test how much of a burden it would be for Van der Sar to return to his youthful appearance.

"I am who I am, what's the difference?"

Van der Sar pointed to himself.

"Different."

Goethe shook his head.

Hoo, hoo.

The old woman's breathing became short of breath.

However, Goethe was a little disappointed that the old woman did not return to her youthful appearance.

"The burden is heavier than expected?"

"Is there still a time limit?"

Goethe guessed, but did not answer, he waited quietly.

"good!"

"Since it's not fair, how do you want to exchange it?"

So said the old woman at last.

"I want the secret about 'Principal' Modeus—everything you know, you need to tell me."

Goethe said.

After hesitating for a moment, the old woman nodded.

"Can."

"I also want to know the list of the spies in the 'College' now."

Goethe immediately made another request.

"Can."

The old woman nodded again.

Compared with the first request, this request is not too much, and it will not cause any damage to her. Of course, she doesn't care.

"I need to know the changes in the outside world in the past forty-two years."

"no problem."

This request is even more dispensable, and the old woman agreed without even thinking about it.

"besides……"

"besides?"

The old woman frowned, she felt that Goethe was a little greedy.

Goethe spread his hands with a smile.

"The last one!"

"I haven't eaten steaming food for a long time, and now I even miss the cafeteria of the 'College' a little. If I'm added to the self-sufficient 'College', it shouldn't be too many, right?"

The old woman stared at Goethe.

More serious and serious than ever before.

Even ferocious.

"'College' is mine!"

"This is yours!"

"We all have our own territory. If you dare to enter the 'College', we will die. Believe me, after leaving the 'Paradise Hotel', you have no advantage over me."

The other party said harshly.

"Of course! Of course!"

Goethe repeatedly agreed.

Then, changing the subject, said.

"Since you have divided the territory, I will stay in my territory, but I think I should eat some fresh vegetables, fruits, meat, and wheat. How about sending me some cars?"

"Okay, it will be delivered before sunset."

Van der Sar promised.

Then, the old woman felt that what she just said was too harsh, so she immediately whispered.

"Sorry, Mordod."

"Forty-two years have passed, and too many things have happened. For me, the 'College' is no longer the original mission goal. I can't change my paranoia about it."

"I understand!"

Goethe said so, and, under the surprised gaze of the old woman, Goethe pointed around.

"It's been forty-two years, and my obsession with it will only be deeper than yours, so I know your state very well."

"I would also like to wish you success."

"Because, this will allow us to have a deeper cooperation."

After speaking, Goethe stepped forward.

He walked to the door of the hotel.

The distance between him and the old woman was shortened to less than 5 meters.

"You know, the world is bigger than it seems."

After Goethe finished speaking, he raised his hand to lean on the door frame, and slowly closed the door.

The old woman looked at the closed door, stood quietly for a while, murmured a few words of Goethe's last words in her mouth, and then turned and left.

Goethe 'watched' the old woman and returned to his sofa.

"Should it inspire your greater ambition?"

"I hope you can better understand that the 'bigger world' just refers to the world here, instead of making up my mind that I have discovered more worlds similar to the 'College' because I have mastered the 'Paradise Hotel', and I need allies to come Help me open up and conquer such a world—you must not think like this!"

"If you really think so, it's your business. I didn't say a word."

Goethe whispered to himself.

The 'secret realm' in front of me is different from the previous 'secret realm' world.

In the previous "Secret Realm", the departure of the "Mad King" was all reasonable.

And because there is an extra "academy" in the "secret realm" in front of me, the departure of the "mad king" will most likely be considered to have found a better place than the "academy".

Of course, some people must have speculated about the death of the 'Mad King'.

But compared to this guess, these people will be more inclined to the former after seeing the magic of the 'Academy'.

People, it's always like this.

They only want to see what they want to see.

As for others?

Even if you see it.

That is also turning a blind eye.

Even if a disaster is imminent, they will be obsessed with their obsessions, just like a writer who relies on inspiration to write and a lady who relies on sex to pick up customers. Both have no future, but they are definitely better than writers who rely on sex to write It's much better than a lady who picks up guests by inspiration - because the former is at most unable to eat, while the latter is... to death.

The more the land is plowed, the fatter it becomes, and the more plowed the cattle become, the thinner they become.

There are only exhausted oxen and no plowed fields.

"I kind of want to eat beef."

"I hope there will be beef among the meats delivered before sunset, and it would be best with some potatoes, onions, and the taste of goulash. I haven't tasted it for several days."

Goethe thought so, and waited patiently.

For a sumptuous dinner, Goethe didn’t eat anything at noon, but drank some clear water—the hotel has water purification equipment, which operates mechanically and mysteriously, and the black, rotten, rotten-smelling river water can also be purified.

As the sun was about to set, Van der Sar appeared again.

With four strong security guards, pushing two carts of vegetables, fruits, meat and flour.

"Move everything in there."

Van der Sar said.

The four security guards looked at Goethe who opened the door with obvious fear, but they were more afraid of the old woman and began to be obedient.

"Tom, you take them to the storage room."

With a thought, Goethe opened up a storage room next to the underground entertainment room.

Tom immediately opened the downward stairs.

Goethe was very concerned about this.

Just as he cared about the rattan box in the old woman's hand.

The box is square and about the size of a 16-inch suitcase, and it doesn't look heavy in the hands of an old woman.

Noticing Goethe's gaze, the old woman smiled, put the box under her feet, and opened the box with a click.