Calamity Crown

The 'team' that arrived as promised completely dispelled the last haze of the 'college'.

Especially when more items such as vinyl records, books and some puzzles appeared on the booth, most of the students had already forgotten what happened a week ago.

Some left?

Want to mention it, but dare not.

Because each such student has another identity.

More importantly, they were all warned by the new 'principal'.

If you are honest, you can successfully complete your studies.

If you want to do something?

Then go to the security office in the south for an indefinite 'reflection'.

Of course, for students with different identities like them, if they want to continue their studies, they still need to provide enough 'tuition fees' - items related to the former 'principal' Modeus.

Similarly, Goethe also welcomes any student who can afford the 'tuition fee' to enroll.

Eggs are never put in one basket!

Goethe knew this when he was lured into the club.

Earl Tim is helping on the one hand.

The remaining people can be another helper.

And what could be better than doing both?

Naturally, the two forces come from different camps.

As for whether the camp behind these students with special identities is willing to cooperate?

Goethe wasn't worried.

With absolute strength and certain interests, these people must know what to do.

"Your Excellency the Headmaster."

Earl Tim, who had successfully become emperor, bowed and saluted.

Goethe smiled and didn't stop him.

Earl Tim and the people around him were not surprised by this.

Everyone takes this for granted.

It's just as natural as when Earl Tim returned to the present world and went to fight for the throne.

The subordinates and staff who had some gaps in the beginning burst out with incredible execution and coordination skills in an instant, and some people who seemed troublesome to him immediately surrendered.

The whole process was incredibly smooth.

Of course there are some troubles.

'Treason! '

‘A traitor who has long harbored malicious intentions! '

The original members of the royal family shouted such words.

Then one of his staff buried the men alive.

after?

It became quiet.

The original royal family was preserved and downgraded to become a duke—this was a decision he made against all opinions, and those subordinates and staff members strongly opposed it. It was not until this time that he realized that his subordinates and staff members had already done a good job. Even the emperor's crown was prepared three years ago.

He didn't know any of this.

I really don't know.

It should be the handwriting prepared by the old emperor?

for what?

Naturally, it is to pave the way for the royal heir and fill the private treasury.

After Earl Tim, who was not stupid, knew everything, he didn't have much thought except for a wry smile.

He is a pawn.

It was the chess piece of the old emperor before.

Now?

Nature is Goethe's pawn.

With such a realization, Earl Tim is doing what a pawn should do—to solve Goethe's problems, fulfill all Goethe's entrustments as much as possible, and do more things within his ability.

even for...

Save my sister.

Queen Eve's condition was very bad. Not only did she become thinner, but her consciousness became blurred after entering the 'College'. When the 'Convoy' landed, she simply fell into a coma.

The backlash from the 'College' becomes weaker the farther away it is.

And after entering the 'college', it immediately exploded.

Count Tim looked at Goethe longingly.

Goethe smiled, without raising his hand, Empress Eve woke up, the paleness on her face disappeared even more, and she stood there as if waking up from a dream.

"where am I?"

"Tim?"

After seeing her younger brother, Queen Eve hugged her younger brother excitedly.

Goethe did not bother the siblings.

He walked to the side of the 'convoy'.

"Bring me two cans of peach and pear water."

He said so.

Abby raised her head slightly blankly.

The young flight attendant was much more haggard than before, and his eyes were full of bewilderment, completely missing the innocence and shyness that Goethe had seen before.

"It's you!"

After the young flight attendant was a little dazed, he quickly stood up to pack Goethe's things.

Picking up the can, Goethe turned around and left. The young flight attendant didn't stop him, but just sat there stupidly.

His uncle died.

That was his only relative.

Several of his close friends also died.

Accidents are always so unexpected.

He didn't know what to do.

revenge?

The enemy is dead.

There is no purpose at all.

Being confused is the most authentic portrayal of the young flight attendant in the past week.

"Give me a can of pear water."

A hoarse voice sounded.

"well!"

The young flight attendant came back to his senses, and immediately packed things for the guests mechanically. When he passed the things over, due to the angle of sitting, he saw the familiar face hidden under the hood at a glance.

That red nose is so familiar!

"uncle……"

"Shut up, come with me."

As soon as the train conductor Edward raised his hand, he stopped his son's shouting, and while turning around, motioned for his son to follow.

Without any hesitation, the young flight attendant followed.

They stayed away from the 'convoy'.

Came to the rotten black river.

Here, a few more people are waiting.

Edward, the conductor, took off his hood.

The men also took off their hoods.

It's his dead friend.

Abby was so excited that her whole body trembled, her eyes turned red.

"You bastard, don't cry."

The conductor Edward said directly.

The rest let out a good-natured laugh.

"Uncle, everyone, you are not..."

"Your Excellency 'Principal' resurrected us, and then we became the 'Dark Guards' of the academy."

Edward, the train conductor, explained.

"'Dark Guard'?"

Abby looked puzzled.

Edward, the conductor of the train, began to explain. However, it had nothing to do with Goethe. He retracted his vision, opened the can of pear water in his hand, took a sip, and said softly.

"I paid the reward."

"It's not a free meal."

The dark guard is based on Goethe's security considerations.

The security at the 'College' is very good.

There are rules, and it is even more loyal.

However, the target is too obvious.

Once targeted, it would be a one-hit kill, just like the old emperor's surprise attack, which directly made the security completely useless, even because of the cooperation of Ailan.

Therefore, after Goethe became the head of the 'Academy', he immediately improved on this point.

As for the strength of the dark guard?

Edward, the train conductor, is not weak.

Those flight attendants weren't weak either.

The twelve court knight commanders and the two court archmages are not weak.

The latter, Goethe originally just wanted to try whether the broken corpse could also be resurrected under the talent [Life or Death], but he did not expect to succeed.

Although everyone looks a bit torn with a sense of stitching.

But the reborn Twelve Court Knights and the two Court Archmages immediately pledged their allegiance to Goethe.

After dying once?

They don't want to die anymore.

And Goethe's consumption in the 'Academy' is almost non-existent. The continuous replenishment of the 'Academy' makes Goethe not feel the consumption at all, but can feel that his [body] is being nourished every day.

If it weren't for Van der Sar, there would be no scum left.

Goethe will also 'resurrect' the other party.

Although the old woman is paranoid, her ability is beyond doubt.

It's a pity that the power of 'they' is too special, so special that [life or death] doesn't work at all.

This strange sense of restraint made Goethe restless.

The sweet taste of pear juice still lingered in his mouth, but Goethe looked at Earl Tim's men.

These people are carrying all the items related to the 'Mad King' in the royal family.

He could feel the breath of [Bloody Honor] on it.

Moreover, there are a lot of them.

This once again proved the correctness of his previous strategy.

I dare not say anything else, but when it comes to finding things, a person's ability is always limited.

It is the most suitable only if the power of everyone is gathered.

"The next step is to continue searching... No, it is to find more [Blood Honor], and collect all the [Blood Honor] in this 'secret realm' as much as possible."

Goethe took another sip of pear juice while thinking about it.

Still sweet and moist.

The taste has not changed, which proves that his heart has not changed at the moment.

When he was in the club, Goethe had a terrible experience that he would never forget in his life, but there is one thing Goethe would not deny, that is, he learned too much knowledge, skills, and some philosophy of life that ordinary people cannot touch.

'When you make a major decision, go eat your favorite meal first, and savor the taste carefully. If the taste changes, then you have to think about whether this decision is too hasty or not. ...was wrong. '

This was told to him by a guy at the club he didn't really dislike.

He thought it was right.

At least, compared to divination.

Previously, when Goethe made several important decisions, he relied on the taste of the food to decide whether to do it or not.

this time?

No exception!

"Master, your mood seems to have suddenly become better!"

Standing behind the sofa and rubbing Goethe's shoulders, Jerry was slightly puzzled.

"I figured out a few things."

Goethe said with a smile.

"Yes, a matter of 1 minute?"

Jerry triggered the answering mechanism again.

Goethe: "..."

'Mad King' you are such a bastard!

Next time, I will throw you into the cesspit!

Goethe swore secretly in his heart, but his face was calm.

"Master, pretending to be indifferent will not effectively solve your physical problems. You need to eat a reasonable diet, exercise more, and go to bed early and get up early..."

"stop!"

"I just want to understand that my current situation is that haste makes waste. On the premise that the current time is still sufficient, I should reflect on myself more and find more cards for myself."

Goethe interrupted Jerry's outrageous speech.

"That's right, haste makes waste."

"We need to play it safe before we can choose train bento..."

"Cough cough."

"Jerry, I'm hungry."

Goethe coughed.

"Master, wait a moment, I'll eat it for you."

Jerry immediately went to the kitchen according to today's recipe.

Goethe sat on the sofa and shook his head and sighed slightly. Although he controlled the 'Academy', Jerry's response mechanisms were imprinted in the core.

Simply put, unless Goethe changes the core.

Otherwise, Jerry's response mechanism would not have changed.

Blame the 'Mad King'!

Deserves to drown in a cesspit!

Cursing the 'mad king' again and again in his heart, Goethe recalled [Sword Breathing Method] again in his mind.

"Breathe with the 'sword' in your hand."

He murmured the words under his breath.

A scarlet long sword appeared in his hand.

【Blade of Bloody Abuse】!

The scarlet blade trembled slightly, wanting to drink blood, but it was firmly held by Goethe's palm, making it impossible to break free.

Immediately, [Blade of Blood Abuse] had a sense of grievance.

Wronged?

Goethe was taken aback.

He felt the emotion.

He had always thought it was excitement.

"I misunderstood."

"That's why [Sword Breathing] can't be used all the time?"

Goethe was extremely focused, and as he was thinking like this, [Blade of Blood Abuse] trembled again, as if answering, did you know?

Goethe raised an eyebrow.

He raised his hand, stretched out his fingers, and flicked lightly.

Ding!

The sound of the sword was clear and crisp, and the scarlet blade kept shaking, like a brat whose head had been flicked, screaming in pain.

"I am the master, and you are my sword. If you don't tell me, how will I know that you are wronged?"

"Next time you feel wronged, just tell me, don't let me guess, you have to understand who you are, understand?"

Goethe said this to [Scarlet Blade].

The scarlet sword blade was straight, sharp and unresponsive.

Goethe raised his hand, ready to play it again with a little force.

[Blade of Bloody Abuse] trembled again and again.

At the same time, lines of words appeared in Goethe's eyes——

[Learn the secret technique: Sword breathing method (basic)! 】

[Sword breathing method (basic) → Sword breathing method (beginner) → Sword breathing method (skilled) → Sword breathing method (proficient)! 】

[Breathing of the sword (proficient): The ancestor of the Zuolens family who used to be a bard once traveled to the mainland with partners from the Kingdom of Rudshi and the Kingdom of Lidar. Evaluation guide, until the age of forty-five was shot in the knee with an arrow, and he had to end his wandering career, and returned to his hometown of Bode as a retired mercenary to marry a wife and have children. At that time, the current situation was turbulent, in order to let his wife , children are safer, he began to sum up his sword skills and the secret skills taught by his two partners in the Kingdom of Rudshi and the Kingdom of Lidar, and passed them on to his wife and children, and finally formed the "breathing method of the sword" With the continuous completion of Zuolunsi's descendants, there is the current "Sword Breathing Method"-a secret technique that is in harmony with the long sword in your hand and fights side by side, and you? Seems to have found a different way. 】

[Special effects: 1, sword body; 2, sword bite]

[Sword Body: Getting along with the sword in your hand day and night makes you tainted with the sharpness of a long sword, which effectively improves your tacit understanding with the long sword in your hand, and makes your body sharp; effect: 1 , when using [Blade of Blood Abuse], you can better exert the special effect of [Blade of Blood Abuse], allowing it to evolve faster; 2, Your palm is automatically judged as a blade of explosive level]

[Sword bite: The sharp sword energy, accumulated over time, will hurt your internal organs (but it is useless to you with [body] over 100). 】

...

As the text appeared, Goethe immediately felt a touch of intimacy from [Blade of Blood Abuse] towards him.

Goethe didn't pay attention to the effect of [Sword Body] for the time being.

He just stared at the Spiritual [Blade of Bloody Abuse].

seem……

Can you continue to squeeze it?

Thinking of this, Goethe immediately said——

"You don't want to keep hitting [Blade of Blood Abuse] by me, do you?"