Calamity Crown

The fire is booming.

Heat the pan on the fire.

Four kinds of soup bases are tomato, spicy, mushroom soup, and clear soup, rolling in a special four-compartment hot pot.

Two plates of hand-cut mutton, fat and thin.

Two plates of bone-in lamb, tender and crispy.

A plate of lettuce, a plate of potatoes, emerald green and golden complement each other.

The white and tender tofu kept shaking as the plate was put down.

The unique aroma of luncheon meat has already permeated.

When the last plate of shrimp slippery was served by Jerry, Earl Tim, who looked old but relaxed, shouted without hesitation: "Sesame sauce is different! Minced green onion and coriander are both! Garlic More at the end!"

"good."

Jerry nodded with a smile, but Goethe rolled his eyes.

"You're a good emperor, you don't want to be an emperor, you come to me every day for a meal, where's your emperor's majesty?"

Goethe muttered, and shouted at Jerry: "I'm the same as this guy, bring me another oil dish."

"Understood, master."

Jerry, dressed in a secretary's suit, walked quickly to the small table.

Earl Tim stared at the luncheon meat, and couldn't help but want to reach out for a piece first, but was slapped open by Goethe.

"It doesn't count if you eat a meal, but you are going to steal it?"

"Aren't you overdoing it?"

As Goethe said, he picked up a piece of luncheon meat and put it in his mouth.

The meat is soft and glutinous, with a hint of chewiness.

This luncheon meat is not the kind of dough luncheon meat in Goethe's hometown, but the pure meat + tendon luncheon meat he asked the imperial scientific research troops to study. One kilogram per box, not to mention the large amount, it is quite delicious.

"I brought the meat!"

"I brought the dishes too!"

Earl Tim looked aggrieved.

"Ah."

Goethe sneered, and picked up another piece of luncheon meat.

"My lord, I have shed blood and sacrificed my life for the empire."

Earl Tim looked aggrieved.

"That's what you said last time!"

Goethe continued to sneer, looking at the man in front of him.

Before, he would still be fooled.

Now?

After being cheated into a bowl of hot and sour noodles and a bowl of oily noodles, I will definitely not.

Earl Tim was watched by Goethe, and finally, sighed.

"My lord, it's a constitutional monarchy now - Prime Minister Mordair is very conscientious, I'm really happy to be a happy mascot, and I'm going to abdicate, my daughter Elizabeth will take over my throne , becoming the next emperor of the empire, of course, she is not very happy, she thinks she is happier in the 'college'."

When Earl Tim talked about his daughter, the wry smile on his face became more intense.

If possible, he would like to have another heir to the throne.

but no.

He is such a descendant.

Because of this, Elizabeth has a special favor.

His, his sister's.

He is still able to remain calm, and constantly guides his daughter to learn more things, but his sister is completely doting without a bottom line.

Just because Elizabeth was curious about the moon, she set up a royal scientific research force to make... yes, make the rocket that the principal talked about, and take Elizabeth to have a look.

"Is Elizabeth?"

Goethe was taken aback for a moment, and then recalled that among the youngest students in the 'Academy', there was a little girl with yellow hair and a runny nose.

In the second year when he took over the 'College', the 'College' was restructured.

From the original two-year system, it has been changed to an elementary six-year system and a middle three-year system. If you perform well, you can also apply for an advanced three-year system.

The admission requirements have also changed from certain special channels to nationwide enrollment.

Effect?

not bad.

Except that Jerry, Nicole and others were in a hurry in the early stage, there was nothing else.

Why is he not busy?

He is just a person who proposes ideas, and the rest will naturally be done by others.

"yes!"

"Time flies so fast, it obviously feels like it was only a little bit older yesterday."

"Now she is a sixteen-year-old girl."

As an old father, Earl Tim sighed, and quietly picked up a piece of luncheon meat again, this time Goethe did not stop him.

Time flies, like a white horse passing by.

It has been eighteen years since Goethe took control of the 'Academy'.

The years did not leave a trace on his face.

After all, eighteen years is not a long time for Goethe, who possesses the talent of [Eternal Life Species], but unlike some long-lived species who seek pleasure, indulge or simply sleep, Goethe has been learning and integrating his own secret techniques passed.

The effect is quite remarkable.

In eighteen years, Goethe [heart] +2, [body] +7, [skill] +41.

At this moment, Goethe's attribute has changed to: [Heart: 18.8 Skill: 103.7 Body: 111.9].

Among them, a small part of the growth of [heart] and [body] is self-sensitivity, and most of it is the nourishment of the 'college'.

The growth of [Technology] is entirely the result of Goethe's learning.

The most direct one is [Sword Breathing Method]!

【Breathing of the Sword (Extraordinary): What kind of tacit understanding allowed you and your saber to reach the state in front of you in a very short period of time? The heir of the Zuo Lensi family will never understand, but he will feel ashamed, because now you have reached the level that he can only achieve in half his life, and you are still making progress. 】

[Special effects: 1, sword body; 2, sword bite; 3, hidden sword; 4, raise sword; 5, cut]

[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 effects of [Blade of Blood Abuse], allowing it to evolve faster; 2, When you think about it, your whole body will automatically be judged as 'crazy' level Blade, and can shoot a sword Qi]

[Sword bite: The sharp sword energy will hurt your internal organs over time, but it is useless to you with a [body] of more than 100. Instead, it will sharpen your internal organs, making you resistant to sharpness and cutting characteristics. have a stronger adaptation. 】

【Hidden Sword: Your sword can be hidden in your flesh and blood】

[Raising the sword: the blade is in the sheath, ready to go]

[Zhan: As time goes by, the blade you raise will display a sword energy far beyond imagination (it is determined that the sword has been raised for seventeen and a half years, and the sword energy attack is determined to be 'absolute')]

...

After having friendly communication with [Blade of Blood Abuse] eighteen years ago, Goethe upholds a 'friendly' attitude and always shows a kind smile to [Blade of Blood Abuse].

Coupled with the racial blessing of Goethe's own [Humanity. Black Iron (Mutation)], [Sword Breathing Method] reached the extraordinary level in less than half a year.

This is nuclear.

Even Goethe felt a little lacking.

And there is no advancement after that?

It was because it had reached the limit of [Blade of Blood Abuse].

The current potential and the limit of tolerance.

Whether you want to advance to an advanced level or [cut] to create a more powerful attack, you need to advance to [Blade of Blood Abuse].

It's a pity that there is no one in the 'secret realm' in front of Goethe who can make Goethe take action.

In the beginning, there was still.

But as the 'Dark Guard' gradually improved.

Besides that Sheld, with the support of Mordair, the number two figure in the dark forces of the empire, everything became easier, and [Blade of Bloody Abuse] lost any will to fight.

Even if Goethe wanted to get a bug, he couldn't get it out.

In short, this is a long sword with a lot of pride.

Even if it is as timid as a mouse.

Also feel wronged from time to time.

Of course, apart from these, one of the biggest gains is [Bloody Honor]!

29 copies!

This is the amount of [Blood Honor] that Goethe collected as much as possible with the help of the forces of light and darkness.

In the secret realm in front of you, is there any [Bloody Honor]?

Of course there are.

But the quantity cannot be too much.

2-3 servings at most.

This is the result obtained by Goethe's divination.

After all, both Earl Tim in front of him and Mordelle are quite loyal, especially the latter, to some extent, is easier to use than Earl Tim.

Earl Tim has always followed the bottom line.

And the latter?

He would do anything to please him.

Similarly, Goethe also gave the other party corresponding rewards.

The right to walk in the light.

And the right to hold an empire more openly.

Even if there are restrictions, it is enough to make Mordair crazy about it...or in other words, to fight for it for life.

"Modair still only sleeps three hours a day?"

Goethe asked.

"Um."

"That guy is simply a workaholic. He sleeps in the office every day. If he is not worried about affecting his prime minister's image, he would not even go to wash. Just work, work, work."

When Earl Tim mentioned Mode El, his face was mixed with admiration and helplessness of disapproval.

He and the other party were rivals.

Although the time was short, it was precisely because of this that he knew the opponent's ability.

"His approval rating is good?"

Goethe laughed.

"Well, more than 60%, especially in the Workers' Party, he is the undisputed leader!"

"It is basically impossible for the Grand Duke to win the election. However, that young man is very smart and is forming the so-called 'shadow council'."

Speaking of this, Earl Tim was helpless.

As for the royal family left by the old emperor, he took care of it as much as possible.

But these former royal families are always doing things.

He is always wiping his ass.

Moreover, it is different from before.

When he did not abdicate, he was still able to take care of one or two.

Now he is ready to abdicate.

That was pretty bad.

Because, his daughter can't understand those self-righteous guys very much.

As for Mordair?

For their political opponents, if they hadn't followed the rules, those former royal families would have followed in the footsteps of the old emperor.

"them?"

"Ah."

Goethe smiled and had no further comments.

Good words are hard to persuade, damn it.

Moreover, he is not familiar with the other party.

If the other party kills himself, he can just watch.

Looking at Goethe's attitude, Earl Tim sighed silently in his heart. He originally hoped that Goethe could persuade his daughter and Mordelle.

but now?

He dared not speak.

He knew the temper of the person in front of him.

"I hope you can find your way back."

After Earl Tim sighed, he concentrated on eating.

Although he is about to abdicate soon and plans to retire in the 'college', he still has to take the 'caravan' back today.

Almost like a whirlwind.

Earl Tim got up to leave after eating meat, vegetables, and two bowls of tomato soup.

At the door, the mature Abby was standing there.

Wearing the conductor's hat, Abby handed over the canned yellow peaches and pear water to Jerry, then saluted Goethe respectfully.

For eighteen years, every time I came, it was like this.

"My lord, do you have any orders?"

"Recently, something called the 'game console' you proposed has become popular outside."

"This is the first version of the machine, with the four games you proposed, Ula Cube, Pac-Man, Top Mushroom, and Card Master. The follow-up games are also under intensive development, and you will be able to see them soon!"

Abby said, and handed a box to Goethe.

"Good job!"

"Abby..."

"Let me teach you two tricks!"

Goethe said suddenly.

Jerry and Earl Tim were taken aback for a moment, and then they looked at Goethe in disbelief.

The two of them knew very well what this meant!

student!

Enough to support a family inheritance!

Goethe has never taught anyone, but Goethe's strength has long made the two curious.

What is Goethe trying to teach Abby?

Earl Tim is about to leave.

The rules on the mysterious side, the soon-to-be-retired emperor was clear, but Goethe waved his hand to signal that he didn't need it.

As for Jerry?

The intimacy between the two is even more unnecessary.

Then, under the watchful eyes of the three, Goethe walked to the backyard of the hotel.

"See clearly!"

As he said this, he kicked it out suddenly, and then stepped on it again.

Earl Tim opened his mouth wide.

Not too esoteric.

But too simple.

Even the kind that is a little off the table.

The first time to tease the vaginal legs.

Step on your toes a second time.

"grown ups?"

Earl Tim couldn't help but want to say something, but suddenly found that Abby and Jerry were thinking about it.

etc!

Could it be that I am shallow?

yes!

How can the secret technique taught by adults be simple?

It must be that I didn't see the mystery!

Damn it!

I'm also very smart, why can't I see it?

Is it really old!

no!

I can't be seen by others, I have to pretend that I also found out!

Immediately, Earl Tim also showed a thoughtful expression.

He didn't notice that Abby on the side seemed thoughtful, and then had a strange expression on his face.

The new conductor thought Goethe was joking with him.

Just like always.

However, Abby, who had already matured, did not reveal it. He couldn't help looking at Earl Tim and Jerry. When he found that the two were thinking, the new train conductor was taken aback.

Could it be...

Only Jerry recorded everything carefully.

She really saw the difference.

Those two tricks that seemed impossible to get on the table had quite different flavors.

But you asked her to say what, but she said what.

"Master, these two tricks?"

"Open the sky!"

"Open the ground!"

"It's their name, you have to practice hard!"

"They're the pinnacle of my skills!"

Saying such words, Goethe picked up the game console and walked towards the hotel.

Although we are leaving, it is a good choice to play a game before leaving.

You are the one!

J!

I win a round and leave!

As for difficulty?

As the proposer of the game, of course I started from the 10th paragraph of the legend!

Goethe sat confidently on the sofa.

Sunset, moonrise.

Dawn came quietly, and suddenly there was a roar in Goethe's room——

"Moles! Moles! Why are there so many moles!"