Calamity Crown

Woody, came earlier than expected.

According to Goethe's prediction, Woody should appear at the 'Paradise Hotel' tomorrow morning or tomorrow night.

As for Woody coming?

Goethe was really not surprised at all.

Under his gaze, the other party was monitoring Van der Sar almost all the time.

Van der Sar's continuous "changes" will naturally attract the attention of the other party, not to mention leaving the "academy" with several carts of food-this is another purpose of Goethe's request for food: to attract Woody.

What is the most profitable business in the world?

The answer is without a doubt: Monopoly!

But now, when Goethe himself has a monopoly business, if he doesn't make a lot of money, he will be sorry for the favorable time and place.

In fact, it's not just Van der Sar and Woody.

Goethe intends to sell 'valuable news' to all those in need in the 'Academy'.

Therefore, Goethe welcomed Woody's arrival.

The more urgent the other party is, the greater the price they will pay.

And Goethe has more initiative.

jingle!

The newly installed wind chime rang as the gate of the 'Paradise Hotel' opened.

Like Van der Sar, Woody chose to stand at the door instead of entering the hotel.

"Good evening, Mordod."

The teacher with a well-trimmed beard bowed slightly.

"Good evening, Woody."

Goethe responded.

Woody is not surprised that his name is known by Goethe, even, in Woody's view, this is reasonable - in Woody's vision, Goethe is the winner of years of planning.

Not the endgame.

But the victory in the first half undoubtedly belonged to Goethe.

It is not unacceptable for such a winner to have an advantage.

Therefore, the male teacher took out his trading chips very frankly.

A piece of yellowed, folded paper.

"This is part of the 'principal' note. It was supposed to be inserted inside the cover. I took it out. The note was taken away by Van der Sar. She didn't know it existed. I want to use it as a bargaining chip in exchange for Some clues."

Said the male teacher.

"Can."

"However, not some..."

"Is a."

"I can tell you the name of the medicine I refined, the real name."

Goethe emphasized.

Woody was taken aback.

Then the male teacher had the same idea in his heart as Van der Sar.

Because, Woody also laid out three times.

Every time it was perfect, but every time it failed.

Could it be that I was wrong in the first place?

With such an idea, Woody nodded immediately.

Then, another contract was signed.

As a teacher of Tufu language in the 'College', Hu Di is naturally familiar with this. He just glanced at it, and after confirming that there is no problem, he signed his name directly and handed the contract and the folded paper to Goethe.

"【Elixir of life】."

Goethe said so.

"【Elixir】? 【Elixir】!"

"So it is!"

Woody's eyes lit up.

"formula!"

"What do I have to pay if I need the formula?"

Woody continued to ask.

"The Philosopher's Stone!"

Goethe gave the same answer as before.

Unlike Van der Sar, Woody nodded directly.

"Understood!"

"If I have the 'Philosopher's Stone', I will come to you to find the formula of [Elixir of Life]."

After speaking, Woody turned and left.

The male teacher can't wait to mobilize all his strength to find the 'Philosophy's Stone'. As long as he finds the 'Philosophy's Stone' in exchange for the formula of [Elixir of Life], he can revive Alan.

As for the functions in the legend of the 'Philosopher's Stone'?

There must be, otherwise Goethe would not want it.

But there must be conditions.

Otherwise, Goethe would not have said it so generously.

Therefore, after finding the 'Philosopher's Stone', he will immediately come to exchange for the formula.

He must grab the formula before Van der Sar.

Woody believed that Goethe would not only make deals with him.

Van der Sar must have gotten the same message.

"Maybe, I should..."

Woody pondered, with an extremely dangerous look in his eyes.

Goethe saw it.

But Goethe didn't care.

Not against him.

"Jerry is going to make a normal dinner. Slice the frozen beef and mutton, cut up the potatoes and lettuce, and I want a 20-8 ratio of peanut and sesame sauce."

After Goethe ordered the female puppet in this way, he sat back on his sofa again and opened the paper in his hand.

It's still the notes of the 'Mad King'.

However, it is a lot of scribbled——

I already have the strength of a 'Title Legend', and I am no longer a rookie, but why do I always feel anxious in my heart?

In the dead of night, I always wake up with a start.

It's like an invisible big hand that keeps manipulating me.

When I wanted to tell 'them', my inner warning signs made me hesitate.

I told myself, these are all I think too much.

But I couldn't help but investigate some things.

Hope I'm overthinking.

...

The investigation of the matter did not make any progress, but the uneasiness in my heart became more and more intense.

It seems that my subordinates, my puppets, my contractors, and my divination have all lost their effect at this moment.

it's out of the question!

There is only one answer left.

But I don't want to face up to this answer.

...

I started to build my own 'shelter'.

Not for myself.

for my offspring.

My contractor is back with some not so good news.

More than 30 percent of my descendants died before reaching maturity.

Those things make me feel like death is coming.

I have to do something.

...

I have prepared many 'shelters', and this is one of them.

I don't know which one can play a role, so I try to leave some unobtrusive information as much as possible. If my descendants can see this information, then please forgive my incompetent father. Try to protect them as much as possible, but accidents keep appearing.

Even more frightening is the source of these accidents.

well.

Hope it turns out well.

Come on, let's talk about something fun.

This will be a very good 'shelter', which was formed by combining several roads that I accidentally discovered during my travels and a 'secret fragment'.

Here, most prying eyes can be isolated, as long as you hide well enough, fate will ignore you.

However, to get it, you have to solve the puzzles set by me as an old father.

As for what the puzzle is?

Hey hey.

you guess.

...

There are concerns, but optimism remains.

The "Mad King" at this time should be in the early to mid-term stage, and the "College" is naturally under the habit of the "Mad King" to scatter and hide things...

one of legacy.

It is a good habit for Goethe to hide things scattered.

When an accident occurs, not putting all your eggs in one basket will be the best preventive measure for you to reduce losses.

but!

This kind of habit of half-talking and letting people guess is really bad.

Especially if it's ostentatious.

It's really bad.

How can people guess without even telling the puzzle itself?

"If you guys stand in front of me, I'll give you a punch."

Goethe was talking to himself.

Then, Goethe raised his hand and picked up the notes from the previous 'Mad King'.

In Goethe's view, the riddle most likely lies between the lines.

But unfortunately, when Jerry brought dinner, he still got nothing.

Sliced ​​beef and mutton are stacked one by one, neatly stacked on a white porcelain plate.

The potatoes were cut into half-moon slices, and the lettuce was broken and washed.

What pleased Goethe the most was Erba Jiang.

Jerry concocted the ratio exactly.

"Jerry, can you pickle sugar and garlic?"

Goethe asked.

The female puppet looked blank.

While she looks human, she only looks like one.

It's still far from a real person.

However, the attitude is much better.

"I can learn, master."

Said by the female puppet.

"Well……"

"I'd love to teach you too, but I don't know how to pickle sugar garlic—I just eat it."

Goethe smiled helplessly.

"Maybe we can ask some chefs?"

"The cook at 'The Academy' might know."

Jerry suggested.

"Well, I'll ask."

Goethe nodded, and then thought about it.

The vase on the table in front of me immediately turned into a steaming copper pot, the charcoal fire was emitting sparks, and the purified water, after adding some dried shrimps, seaweed, goji berries and dates, turned into a pure soup in the copper pot tumbling.

After the mutton slices are put into the pot, they will change color after one tumbling.

After the beef slices are put into the pot, they rise and fall with the soup.

With one chopstick down, the mutton and beef are clamped together and put into the mouth.

Chewing the completely different taste of beef and mutton, Goethe's mouth turned up, picked up the second chopsticks, dipped in Erba sauce, wrapped it in a thick layer, and put it directly into his mouth.

The taste of sesame paste, peanut butter and beef and mutton instantly gave Goethe a sense of happiness.

This is a treat for the taste buds.

It feels more like 'home'.

"Should add a spicy oil."

Goethe thought about it and arranged for Jerry to do it.

I also brought chopped green onion and coriander by the way.

This is a habit Goethe developed when he was in his hometown. The first bite of meat must not be dipped in sauce.

The second bite is dipped in pure Erba sauce.

The third sip will add other things.

Because of this, you can eat the deliciousness of the meat.

Zila!

Hot oil was drizzled over the dried chilies.

Every dried chili is complete, without changing the knife, let alone cutting it.

When the hot aroma hit his face, Goethe put the fat, green onion, and coriander in the sesame sauce bowl, stirred vigorously, scooped out a bowl of broth from the copper pot, and ate and drank it.

After the meat is exhausted, it is vegetables.

The potatoes are soft and sticky.

The lettuce was crunchy.

But it is not as good as adding the broth in the copper pot to the vinegar and cooking the noodles.

The noodles need small slices.

The soup base is on fire.

Between tossing and the vinegar drizzle, it's the perfect meal.

Goethe felt this perfection now.

The same is true for the next few days.

Apart from eating and drinking every day, they are doing business with those restless people in the 'Academy' - not everyone can come up with a bargaining chip worthy of Goethe's news to them.

But no matter who appears, it will prove that Mordod is alive.

Time passed day by day.

Just when Goethe was about to ask Jerry to study Jajiangmian, the 'team' came.

It was Sunday morning.

Woo!

The whistle sounded from the clouds, and an old-fashioned steam locomotive broke through the gray-black fog, dragged sixteen wooden carriages, and drove on the invisible track, quickly approaching the 'college'.

When the first siren sounded, the teachers of the 'College' appeared at the school gate.

Many security guards dispersed the students.

Even if the train brought letters from family members.

These letters must be checked by the teachers of the 'college' before they can be handed over to them.

The same goes for letters from teachers.

Mutual inspection and mutual supervision.

That was all that was needed twenty years ago.

Now?

It must be seen by Van der Sar.

This time is no exception.

"Vice Principal Van der Sar, this letter."

A bloated man with a pipe in his mouth, a driver's cap, and a red nose handed over two bags of letters to Van der Sar, one from a teacher and one from a student.

"Thank you, Edward the train conductor."

"Every time I see you coming, it is the happiest time for me."

The old woman said with a smile.

"Me too, because every time I get here smoothly, I am extremely lucky."

The train conductor Edward turned his head and looked behind while talking.

"Boys, move your goods down. Those in need can come and buy them. Those of the sightseeing group, you can move freely and return to the car before sunset. If there is a delay, we will not wait for you."

Edward said such words, and the crew members on the train took action.

Small stalls appeared along both sides of the train.

Most of them are canned food, and a small part are books.

And some handicrafts and stuff.

Students in the 'College' are free to buy, but they cannot leave the range of the train, nor can they board the train. They are supervised by teachers and security guards—it belongs to the shift system. Teachers and security guards are divided into two shifts, staggered in the morning and afternoon, to ensure People can buy what they want, which is also the rule made by Van der Sar.

However, Goethe is not included in this rule.

When Goethe appeared with Jerry, many guys in the crowd cast their gazes.

Goethe has seen it.

Also have not seen.

At this time, they all looked at Goethe without any trace, while passing on the news they knew to those who wanted to pass it on.

Goethe noticed this.

But he cared more about being a flight attendant.

The other party also has a booth.

There are various cans.

When seeing Goethe, the other party lowered his head, not daring to look at Goethe.

The strange expression made Goethe stop in front of this booth.

Goethe picked out canned food with great interest. The stewardess booth in front of him had quite a full range of canned food, including canned beef, mutton, and pork, as well as canned beans, vegetables, and canned fruits.

Among them, canned peaches and pears are particularly popular with Goethe.

Of course, Goethe did not forget to look at the other party.

From Goethe's point of view, the face of the other party with his head lowered was pale, and he was embarrassed.

After meeting Goethe's eyes, he shrank back suddenly and said in a very low voice——

"Sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you!"