Calamity Crown

Inviting 'Esen Cole' to become a member of the organization, this was the idea that Aishdar had after meeting 'Eisen Cole'.

Not just because of his 'hobby'.

Also because of the 'inner bay'.

The location of Calgalon Island.

And, of course, the 'legacy' of Nice.

Ashdal has not stopped researching on the bloodline of the 'Mad King' until now.

He knew that there were many good things in Nice.

He wants it.

And, don't want anyone else in the organization to get it.

After all, he and Nice are not the only ones who are curious about and researching the bloodline of the 'Mad King'. The 'pharmacist' and 'farmer' are also flocking to the bloodline of the 'Mad King'.

Especially 'pharmacist. '

According to rumors, the goal of the other party's agent for the past thirty years has been to collect the blood of the 'Mad King'.

Therefore, 'Esenker' must become a member of 'them'.

Only in this way can the 'pharmacist' and 'farmer' be prevented from taking action.

Of course it's only on the surface.

But that was enough for him too.

He was sure that he would get everything he wanted in the shortest possible time. As soon as he thought of certain scenes, the smiling Elshidal's body reacted, and his complexion turned rosy with excitement.

"What a pervert!"

'Lumberjack' muttered under his breath.

But it was just muttering, and the 'lumberjack' didn't stop him.

Neither did the remaining 'they' members.

"'Gentleman', you recommend 'Esen Cole' to join us with your membership rights, and you will also be his chief examiner, and two assistant examiners are needed."

"According to the rules, the two deputy examiners will vote to decide after ten minutes."

The 'Fisherman' spoke.

There is no distinction between upper and lower ranks among 'them'.

But it is recognized that the 'fisherman' is the strongest.

After that, the next strongest are 'lord' and 'lady'.

As for the weakest?

Naturally, it was Nice and 'counseling'.

"certainly."

Facing the 'fisherman', Aishdal maintained due respect.

Even if he didn't want to go through these 'ten minutes'.

Because these "ten minutes" are used to canvass votes.

Or to be precise, other members of the organization share the benefits.

Unfortunately, he couldn't stop it.

Can only be a bystander.

And canvassing again?

He was already the chief examiner, so he couldn't serve as a deputy examiner at all, and wanted to let two deputy examiners stand in his camp?

Not right now either.

We need to wait until the candidate is confirmed.

Ashdal sat there and waited quietly.

Ten minutes passed quickly.

The result was naturally not beyond Aishdal's expectation.

It's 'pharmacist' and 'farmer'.

"When are we leaving?"

The "farmer" with a thin, black and yellow face, just like a real farmer, was the first to ask.

"etc!"

"I need to deal with an experiment right now, and I will be able to go to the 'Inner Bay' after a month."

The 'pharmacist' who was wearing a hooded cloak and concealed his true face said so.

Immediately, Ashdal's expression darkened.

'Farmer' frowned.

"What do you mean?"

Ada Hill asked.

"The effective time of the test is 1-10 years. I just delayed it by one month and did not violate the rules."

The 'pharmacist' said with a smile.

The gloomy-faced Aishdal had a dangerous look in his eyes.

He knew that 'pharmacist' did it on purpose.

All 'them' members thought the same way.

But no one will object.

Because the 'pharmacist' did so, it gave them a chance.

To be precise, they gave their 'agents' a chance.

"Hahaha."

The lumberjack couldn't help laughing, and at the same time, he gave the 'pharmacist' a thumbs up.

The 'farmer' looked displeased.

He paid a lot for this spot.

If you delay for a month...

Not worth it.

Thinking of this, he began to think about how to reduce his losses.

Aishdal had expected this.

Even the others, Ashdal guessed what was going to happen.

Except for the three of 'fisherman', 'pigeon' and 'counseling', the rest of the people will act.

"However, do you think I will be unprepared?"

Ashdal sneered from the bottom of his heart.

The meeting then ended.

Aishdal sorted out his thoughts, and after confirming that there was no problem, he immediately contacted 'Esenker' again.

Still the 'rat hole' in Nice.

When he saw 'Esen Cole', Ashdal couldn't help showing a smile.

A little hot, but still polite.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Esenkel."

"I hope you can understand."

"After all, some of us are really troublesome."

Ashdal sighed.

"Of course, there are people like that around me."

"It really makes people want to kill them."

"But sometimes, they are really needed."

"It's really annoying."

Goethe seemed to understand, but he didn't believe a word in his heart, and at the same time secretly scolded the other party for being an old pervert.

He was too familiar with that kind of forbearable scorching heat.

He was so familiar that as long as he saw it, a disgusting picture would naturally appear in his mind.

He wants to be a 'cleaner' again.

However, the more intense the murderous intent in his heart, the calmer Goethe's brain became.

He cooperates with Aishdal's performance.

This also made Ashdal even more impatient.

This 'old gentleman' tried his best to maintain his demeanor, he said slowly.

"We are 'them', do you know 'them'?"

Goethe nodded.

And it's just right to show a look that is really the case.

"It seems that your investigation of Nice is quite in-depth."

Ashdal laughed.

"Not deep."

"It's that he's too arrogant, and at certain moments he's even unscrupulous. With such a premise, it's not difficult for me to investigate him—because he didn't even try to hide it."

"Well, he's just a lucky guy."

"However, good luck doesn't always accompany you."

"So, we decided that you will replace him as one of 'them'. You can continue to manage the inner bay, or you can find a place where no one else is stationed and choose to manage it."

Ashdal looked at Goethe as he spoke.

He'd like to see more looks of surprise.

After seeing the astonishment on the giant's face, Ashdal was indescribably satisfied.

It was even more exhilarating for him than coming together with rams and ewes.

"Can I?"

"I killed Ness."

Goethe asked.

A look of disappointment appeared on the giant's face!

That's right!

Just lost!

Not relieved, but lost!

A fleeting loss!

This is the conclusion he came to after getting along with those crazy and perverted guys: Reversing the thinking of ordinary people is the best way to get along with crazy and perverted guys.

Ada Hill saw Goethe's fleeting disappointment.

Immediately, he felt dry and hot.

He wanted to lick his lips.

However, he held back.

Now is not the time!

"We are a loose organization. A guy like Nice is useless in the organization. If he hadn't been lucky enough to join the organization, he would have been killed by others long ago."

"And you killed him, and you have won the favor of many people."

"One of them is mine!"

"So, I hope you can join!"

"Of course, it's not forced!"

Ashdar sent an invitation.

"I agree."

"Since you can appear in it, Ashdar, there must be many interesting people here, I really can't wait!"

As he spoke, Goethe let out a deep laugh.

The laughter was full of excitement and trembling.

More can't wait.

Seeing Goethe like this, Aishdal couldn't bear it anymore.

He stuck out his tongue, licked his dry lips, and began to breathe rapidly.

And Goethe?

No disgust was expressed.

On the contrary, the laughter became deeper and deeper.

One licked his lips, the other smiled.

Moreover, the two looked at each other with expectations in their eyes.

"One month!"

"I'll be looking for you in a month!"

"Of course I hope to find you right away, but the guy 'pharmacist' delayed the time. He wanted to buy more time for others, hehe."

Ashdal couldn't help laughing.

"oh?"

"Can I kill them?"

Godra has a long tone.

"certainly!"

"You can shoot as much as you want!"

"It's just some agents anyway, and..."

"Even if you are facing the 'pharmacist', you don't have to worry about it - you are not a full member yet, you can do whatever you want, if you kill him? That would be even more gratifying."

As he spoke, his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

He was too satisfied with Goethe's performance.

Satisfied, he couldn't bear it anymore.

"See you in a month."

With that said, the 'old gentleman' ended the conversation.

He needs to vent.

Can't wait any longer.

Following that, Aishdal strode towards the dungeon of the manor.

There, he stocked some 'daily necessities'.

A strong man.

Some are soldiers.

Some are keepers.

Most of them are the transformed people he cultivated.

This is his consumption for the next six months.

However, today is really exciting.

In less than half an hour, Aishdal, who was completely naked and smelled heavily of blood, came out.

"Not enough! Not enough!"

"I need more!"

"Inner Bay? Inner Bay?"

"Close there and wait silently!"

"Patience, wait until the moment of release!"

Aishdal said, and left the manor straight away.

The moment he stepped out of the gate of the manor, Aishdal became invisible, like a gust of wind, heading towards Calgalon Island in the inner bay.

Ten minutes after this 'old gentleman' left the manor, a figure appeared here.

The other party was well-dressed, wearing a top hat, and sprayed perfume on his body.

Obviously, the other party had carefully prepared before coming here.

Standing in front of the manor, Hotemas... No, to be precise, it was George VI who was resurrected with someone else's body.

The former king gently knocked on the gate of the manor with a smile on his face.

King George VI was very clear about the temper and hobbies of the owner here.

But it was also because of this that he came here.

Because, the other party has always had a strong interest in facing the Beidike family.

With such a premise, the other party will be his rare ally.

Ten seconds later, there was no movement in the manor.

This surprised George VI.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door again.

Clang, clang!

There was another knock on the door of the manor.

This time, there was still no response.

"Not here?"

"According to the daily consumption I provided for him before, it is enough for him to stay here for half a year or even a year...why not here?"

"Did something happen?"

George VI frowned.

He hates accidents.

Goethe's appearance was an accident, which made his layout in Lust fall short.

Let the original goal 'Skiffins Steinbeck' deviate.

It even alerted Skiffins Steinbeck and began to retaliate against him, causing him to miss the "secret realm" of the Fabol royal family.

But it also allowed him to confirm the existence of the 'door'.

Therefore, he must now obtain the High Priest of the 'Church of Flesh'!

Only get the High Priest.

He was able to reverse the defeat.

only……

Too many people have gathered in Bordeaux.

Not only is he alone and lonely, but he is also "soon to die"!

George VI raised the hand hidden behind his back.

Even with gloves as a barrier and heavy perfume, but at this moment there is still a trace of rancid smell that cannot be ignored, like the smell of a dead body.

Resurrection is not without cost.

After looking through the notes of the ancestor "Mad King", George VI was already prepared.

but……

The price was even greater than he had imagined!

"After all, I will be a little worse than my ancestors!"

"But I am the one who inherits the glory of my ancestors!"

"I am a well-deserved successor!"

George VI roared in his heart, and the gaze in his eyes became crazy but firm.

The next moment, he jumped into the manor.

He needs something to keep him alive longer.

It also takes something to make him stronger.

Available in Aishdal's Manor.

They have it all!

Although it is only a semi-finished product!

But just work it out!

Of course, this would inevitably lead to antagonism with Aishdal, but at this time, he couldn't care less.

What he had to do was to find enough things before Aishdal rushed back.

Then?

Naturally, he went to the shelter he left behind 'before he died'.

five minutes!

Five minutes later, George VI rushed out of the manor with two bags on his back.

Without stopping for a moment, he headed towards the shelter.

It's only safe when you get there.

And just two minutes later, Aishdal, who had already left, turned back.

With a gloomy face, he inspected the stolen manor.

"Which guy is it?"

"'Apothecary' wouldn't do that. 'Lumberjack' is rougher than this. 'Hunter'? 'Wolf'?"

Ashdal muttered in a low voice.

He didn't think it would be anyone else.

It can only be organized by people.

Why?

Because, they want to stop him, to attract his attention, so that he has no time to take care of 'Neiwan' within a month.

"Ah!"

"very good!"

"You did it!"

"However, are you ready for my counterattack?"

Ashdal sneered.

Then, disappeared.

Meanwhile, Port Marne.

Goethe, who had superimposed 100 times of [Good Luck] and another 100 times of [Misfortune Elimination], could not help but whispered to himself when he saw that the golden tickets invested by Margarita Margo began to decrease rapidly——

"Should be enough?"

"or……"

"A little more stacking?"

Thinking of this, Goethe superimposed [Good Luck] another 900 times.

"I still don't think it's safe."

"Would you like a little more?"

Goethe frowned, and superimposed 【Good Luck】1000 times.

Then, Goethe felt that it was still not safe.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and turned the remaining golden tickets into another 100 times [Disaster Elimination].

After doing all this, Goethe looked around.

The sky in the afternoon is blue.

There are also white clouds.

The air is so fresh.

It appears that something has changed.

But nothing seems to have changed... right?