Calamity Crown

The Church of Flesh? !

Goethe and Kyle were attracted attention at the same time.

"The time when the Church of Flesh appeared cannot be determined, but it is rumored that the death of His Majesty George I was related to the other party, and in the 120 years after the kingdom, every turmoil and killing has the shadow of the other party!"

"The most recent occurrence was last June, when the "Extraordinary Legalization" Act was promulgated, a group of believers of the Church of Flesh and more than a hundred "Extraordinary" united to create a riot in the kingdom's capital "Bode", and the death toll of civilians exceeded 10,000. People, the 'Bode' keepers tried their best to stop this turmoil, but they suffered unimaginable losses, so they had to dispatch keepers from all over to the capital."

"Bastards like the 'Mist Killer' started to appear at this time."

Morey said, clenching his fists.

Looked extremely indignant.

"Last June?"

"That plague that came suddenly and disappeared suddenly?"

Kyle was taken aback.

"The plague is a cover-up."

Morey explained.

Then, the official person in charge of Extraordinary in Lust said to Goethe.

"This matter is beyond the scope of what you can handle."

"Don't interfere anymore, I will report it immediately."

Facing Morey's instructions, Goethe nodded without objecting.

Although he always felt that this matter was unusual, as Morey said: it was beyond the scope of what he could handle.

What are the consequences of being brave?

No one knows better than Goethe.

When he was in his hometown, he saw with his own eyes a big man who claimed to know everything. After stepping down in embarrassment for a short time, he even cut off his communication channels with the outside world.

Goethe wouldn't do that.

"As for the owner of the Pine Nut Hotel?"

"He's a businessman."

"Businessmen value credibility, but..."

"He's a businessman after all."

Morey didn't seem to say anything, but he seemed to say everything.

Goethe nodded knowingly.

Obviously, the identity of the owner of the Pine Nut Hotel is more important than he imagined, so that Morey couldn't directly say it.

"Understood."

Goethe said.

Although I bid farewell to the soft big bed, compared with my life, the hard floor is not unacceptable. Moreover, I already have sleeping bags and blankets, which are much better than those 'rope beds' and 'squatting tickets', right?

"If there is anything, publish a cat-hunting revelation in the "Luster Daily"."

"This time: looking for an orange, five-year-old male cat, the reward is 1 gold gram, 10 silver cords and 6 copper horns, and the signature is 'ZYX'."

"besides……"

"You don't want to enter 'Elm Street' recently—wait until I thoroughly investigate why the 'Church of Flesh' appeared in Lust."

After speaking, Morey was about to leave.

That sense of social fear reappeared in Morey.

Just used the 'identification pocket watch', was it affected by the 'extraordinary power'?

"Aimed at me?"

"Or Mrs. Burns?"

"Or is it……"

"other people?"

Goethe guessed.

However, he didn't feel disgusted, on the contrary, he appreciated this kind of caution.

Cooperate with prudent people, and you will be closer to success.

Knowing this well, Goethe called out to Morey.

"I have a piece of news that I'm not sure whether it's true or not—'Mist in the Fog' is at No. 17 Warehouse Street."

Goethe said in a low voice.

Morey glanced at Goethe in surprise.

He did not know where Goethe got the news from.

But the residual power of the 'identifying pocket watch' allowed him to be sure that what Goethe said was true.

With this, enough is enough!

"Well, I'll go check it out myself."

Morey nodded and left in a hurry.

Goethe watched Morey go away, hoping that the other party could find out more things.

Kyle hesitated for a moment, then ran downstairs.

The young man did not come back until a moment before Mrs. Burns' arrival.

Smiling and appearing in a good mood.

However, after seeing Goethe, the young man quickly restrained his smile.

The awkwardness reappeared.

"I am Lord Morey's most capable assistant—even though Lord Morey does not allow me to call him Lord, Lord Morey is still the goal I pursue in this life!"

The words that seemed to be a declaration made Goethe full of surprises.

Facing such irrational words, he didn't even know how to respond.

It's like countless slots are gathered together, but they can't spew out.

In the end, there was only one sentence left——

"Do you know Beatrice?"

Goethe asked.

"Don't ask me for the names of those ladies. After I reject them, I won't leave any contact information, and I won't remember their names."

Kyle said righteously.

Looking at Kyle, who had obviously misunderstood, Goethe was inexplicably relieved.

However, for some reason, Goethe was still a little disappointed.

However, when Mrs. Burns came in, Goethe restrained himself and began to listen carefully.

At the beginning: It doesn't feel difficult, it's okay.

Five minutes later: It's a bit difficult, you have to be more serious.

Ten minutes later: Don't worry, as long as you work hard and work steadily, any problem can be solved.

Twenty minutes later: How is it a bit like mathematics...

Thirty minutes later: who am I? where am I? what am i doing

...

"get out of class is over."

"Please read the class notes carefully after you go back, and don't let others see it—this class is the foundation of "Tufu Language" at this stage, and we will explain it in detail in the next twelve weeks."

"Also, don't be late for class tomorrow."

With Mrs. Burns gone, Goethe raised his head blankly.

Then, Goethe saw Kyle who was as dazed as he was.

Obviously, Kyle didn't understand as much as he did.

This made Goethe slightly relieved.

He was really worried just now, and almost thought that he was 'acclimatized' and his comprehension ability had deteriorated.

It is obvious that they can understand when they are separated, but when they are connected together, they become incomprehensible.

Even, it is completely different.

Just like 'three meals a day', the difference between the eyes of normal people and the eyes of lsp is the same.

Of course, Goethe was not without gains.

With his own persistence and hard work——

[Someone taught special knowledge, judging...]

[Judgment passed! 】

[Yes/Whether to spend 'Blood Honor' to learn 'Tufu Language (Basic)'? 】

...

Looking at the reminder in front of him, Goethe did not choose to study in a hurry.

First, [Blood Honor] is not everywhere.

Moreover, it is extremely limited!

Aside from killing the wine bottle of 'myself', the candlestick of 'brother', the syringe of 'grandfather', and the meat hook of 'aunt', in terms of blood, all he has the ability to find now is to kill The murder weapon of my 'father', three 'uncles' and three 'cousins'.

At this moment, he has 2 copies of [Bloody Honor], plus the 7 copies that he has not found yet, it is 9 copies.

Of course, it is quite possible that he had some deceased 'relatives'.

However, finding the murder weapon to kill these 'relatives' is far more difficult than finding the murder weapon of my 'father', three 'uncles' and three 'cousins'.

If the latter can be regarded as traceable, the former is looking for a needle in a haystack.

The energy and time required are not something Goethe can bear now.

What's more, it's impossible for 'his' relatives to be so unlucky, how could they all die of murder?

In case someone dies.

The second is that Goethe hopes to master new skills through his own learning.

This will make him feel at ease.

Moreover, with the hint that [Blood Honor] can learn [Tufu Language (Basic)], Goethe has some clearer ideas——do not use [Blood Honor] to improve the existing skill level.

For example: [Cold Weapon. Dagger] and [Gunpowder Weapon. Pistol]!

It's different from my hometown here.

Gun control is not strict.

Moreover, the basic level should be raised very quickly!

Thinking of this, Goethe got up and walked out.

Kyle, who was at a loss, saw Goethe leave, stood up and walked out.

After bidding farewell to the middle-aged butler, the two walked out of No. 10 Fevry Street.

"As a gentleman, I will not lose to you!"

Kyle stood in front of the door and made a declaration like a child.

Then, before Goethe could speak, he bowed suddenly.

"Because of my recklessness, I hurt you before, I'm sorry."

"Because of jealousy, I treated you indifferently before, I'm sorry."

"These are not the actions of gentlemen!"

Goethe couldn't help but roll his eyes at the child's behavior like a child's declaration, but the sincerity in Kyle's words made Goethe hold back.

Gentleman?

Goethe looked at the young man in front of him, thinking from the bottom of his heart.

Some experiences in his hometown made it difficult for him to look directly at this term.

However, now, there is a little different feeling.

And Kyle continued: "I hope to make compensation-my cooking skills are what I am most proud of. I hope to cook you a sumptuous dinner on the weekend as an apology."

Saying so, Kyle bowed again.

Looking at the other party's sincerity, Goethe thought he had no reason to refuse.

He was simply moved by the sincerity of the other party, definitely not because of the sumptuous dinner on the weekend.

Therefore, Goethe nodded.

"good."

Seeing that Goethe agreed, Kyle was very happy.

"That Saturday night, see you there or be square."

The young man bid farewell to Goethe, turned around and walked towards the public carriage beside him.

And Goethe boarded the police carriage on the other side of the road, which had been waiting for a long time.

In the carriage, Swart looked at Goethe who was sitting down, and immediately lowered his voice and said——

"That guy, I found it."