Calamity Crown

The friction between the door shaft and the door frame made Skiffins Steinbeck frown.

He doesn't like the sound.

It's like not liking getting up early.

It was pitch black behind the door, and even the afternoon sun could not illuminate the interior at all.

But a piece of paper floated out.

It says--

Enter at your own risk.

The text is clear.

Not dated or signed.

Skiffins Steinbeck glanced at it, then walked in calmly.

It's like walking through a layer of smoke.

The inside suddenly lit up.

Warm lights, oval light bulbs hang on the roof like blooming petals, the ground is a black and white checkered floor, and in the distance is a wooden bar and high round stools with backrests.

The exceptionally clean goblets that were wiped one by one hung upside down on it.

Bottles of wine are placed on the wine cabinet.

Behind the bar stood a middle-aged man in a black vest and white shirt.

"welcome."

The other party was talking, and after a slight pause, he continued: "Skeffins Steinbeck? He turned out to be the heir of the 'Wandering Family' - hello, I don't have any whiskey stained with human blood here."

A word of peeping.

One answer.

【The Eye of Fairness】.

Skiffins Steinbeck was thinking, and walked towards the bar.

But after taking two steps, I found something was wrong.

He didn't really get close to the bar.

Instead, stay put.

Just when this idea appeared, Skiffins Steinbeck found that the distance between himself and the bar began to increase infinitely. The distance that was originally less than ten meters in a straight line suddenly shortened to a hundred meters.

Next, there are kilometers.

The originally clear bar and people instantly became blurred.

Skiffins Steinbeck lowered his head, and the black and white floor under his feet was like a chessboard. At this time, it was magnified countless times. Originally, he could fill a floor of the same color with one foot.

but now?

Standing on a floor of the same color, he looks small.

"I don't like visitors without an appointment."

"So, let's play a board game!"

"Each black and white grid may represent safety and traps. If you walk in the safe grid, you can continue to move forward. If you walk in the trap grid, you will receive a fatal blow - no doubt, it is a real fatal blow, because It's a contract you signed when you entered the board game, and it goes into effect the moment you choose to walk into the bar."

The person at the bar said with a chuckle.

"Yeah?"

Skiffins Steinbeck was also smiling.

"It has no rules."

"It's just a gamble."

"And I want to see your luck."

The other party said so.

Skiffins Steinbeck didn't speak, just closed his eyes and strode forward.

One step two steps.

Ten steps and one hundred steps.

Skiffins Steinbeck went straight on.

When he stopped and opened his eyes, he was already standing in front of the bar again.

Come all the way.

A trap was not triggered.

"The Steinbeck family has always had good luck."

Skiffins Steinbeck said with a smile.

"yes."

"There is no doubt about this."

"only……"

"Those who travel with you are not very lucky."

The people in the bar nodded first, and then sneered: "He should be tortured by the adults now, right? Are you a little strange, why do I call the adults?"

"Because I'm just the agent of Lord 'Bartender'."

As the other party spoke, he looked at Skiffins Steinbeck with a complacent expression.

Skiffins Steinbeck looked at each other with an expression like looking at a fool.

"you know?"

The other party raised his voice.

"Um."

Skiffins Steinbeck nodded.

"impossible!"

"You can't know!"

"You've never seen Mr. Bartender!"

"And now I am exactly the same as Lord 'Bartender'!"

The other party looked in disbelief.

"well."

Skiffins Steinbeck sighed. He sat down on the chair, took off a goblet straight away, raised his hand and waved for a bottle, and after pouring himself a glass, he said softly: "Frogs always Conceited, especially when he is at the bottom of the well, he will think that the sky is only the size of the well head, and you?"

"Not even a frog."

With those words, Skiffins Steinbeck took a sip of the wine in his glass.

"It's really hard to drink."

Skiffins Steinbeck commented.

However, the other party did not hear such comments.

The opponent standing there has become a 'salt pile'.

Just as the literal meaning describes, the human form made of 'salt' - Skiffins Steinbeck walked around the bar, walked into it, and tapped lightly.

Snapped!

The opponent is broken.

The salt pile collapsed.

A 'door' appeared under the salt pile, swallowing the collapsed salt pile completely.

And a ring has already appeared in Skiffins Steinbeck's hand.

【The Eye of Fairness】!

Looking at the ring in his hand, Skiffins Steinbeck took a deep breath.

What he said with Goethe and George VI is true.

Not lying.

Nor did it hide it.

[Eye of Fairness and Truth] is one of the things inherited by the Steinbeck family.

However, the [Eye of Fairness and Truth] seemed to be snatched by the 'bartender', but in fact it was the ancestor of the Steinbeck family who voluntarily gave it up. Otherwise, the other party would have no chance at all.

And now?

He took it back.

It is not against the ancestors.

Just had to.

He needs to prove something.

Thinking of this, Skiffins Steinbeck put on the ring, turned around and walked out.

Goethe's battle?

He believed it should be over, too.

In fact, it is the same--

After eating the cream muffin, Goethe drank berry tea made from chopped strawberries and blueberries.

A sweet and sour taste that waters down the cream.

Goethe raised his hand again and asked for a pie.

Three layer beef patty.

The outer skin is crispy, and the beef and onion filling has the thickness of meat and the sweet and spicy taste of onion. Goethe rolled up the stuffing, stuffed it straight into his mouth, and chewed it with big mouthfuls.

Oily appearance.

Mixed with the crackling sound.

Next, have another sip of berry tea.

It is really enjoyable.

Goethe found that since his racial talent [Humanity] was promoted to [(Gold. Alienation)], his appetite became particularly good. When [Feast II] appeared, he even had a mentality of enjoying eating.

It's about simply enjoying the food.

Not more than the rest.

It feels fresh but just a little bit just right.

It's like pepper in winter lamb soup.

Goethe squinted and enjoyed the food.

Goethe didn't mind even if there was one more person beside him.

"Tea and meatloaf?"

"Not worthy."

"I recommend choosing beer, the iced one, and it's refreshing to drink it down in one sip."

A middle-aged man sat opposite Goethe.

The other party was wearing a black vest, white shirt, black trousers and leather shoes of the same color. It was a complete four-piece suit. His hair was combed meticulously and he had a mustache.

When facing Goethe, he showed a smile.

"My name is... Well, this name is too old."

"You can call me 'the bartender.'"

"Can you tell me your name?"

The other party asked politely.

"Goethe."

Goethe held the teacup and said the name.

After hearing this name, the other party's smile immediately became a little more sincere.

"Are you the descendant of that Modeus?"

asked the other party.

"Well, sort of."

Goethe nodded.

To some extent, his body is indeed a descendant of the 'Mad King'.

The frank admission made the other party look a little more appreciative.

"I'm very interested in your bloodline, so can we make a deal?"

"A fair deal."

The other party emphasized that without waiting for Goethe to speak, he continued: "You give me a certain amount of blood on a regular basis, and I will provide you with protection. At the same time, I can turn a blind eye to the offense of you and that kid from the Steinbeck family."

"He's not a nice guy."

"I don't know why you formed an alliance with him, but there is a high probability that you were deceived, right?"

"The Steinbeck family is always full of people like that."

"Always tempt others with various benefits."

"but……"

"It's all a blank check!"

The 'bartender' seemed to have thought of something unhappy, and his face became gloomy.

"Did you know? Their misfortune is due to the curse."

"And for you, it's hatred."

"Want to know?"

There was a smile on the face of the 'bartender' again, and he looked like he came to trade with me - he was not like this at the beginning, but after he got the [Eye of Fairness], he gradually changed into this look .

He doesn't hate the change.

This change made him feel fair.

At least!

It's fairness that he can manipulate!

That's fair enough, isn't it?

Listening to the words of the 'bartender', Goethe was slightly pensive.

He immediately thought of the diaries of the 'mad king' he had seen.

"The traitor back then was a member of the Steinbeck family?"

As soon as Goethe's words came out, the 'bartender' was stunned.

"You know?"

"It shouldn't be!"

"This period of history should be hidden—well, is it the diary left by Modeus or something? Only the one left by him will not be hidden or tampered with."

"Sure enough, as the last blood of Modeus, you are different."

The 'bartender' looked at Goethe's eyes and became more and more interested.

Moreover, it seems that because Goethe knows enough, the other party no longer hides.

"Modeus back then was really a terrible guy."

"If it hadn't been betrayal, it would have succeeded."

"even……"

"He can be the one and only - can you feel the charm of the 'profession' he created? Before him, there was no such power in the world before him."

"He's really amazing."

The 'bartender' didn't mind the compliment at all.

He said, looking at Goethe again.

The interest in his eyes grew stronger.

There was even a slight burning sensation.

Different from the metamorphosis of a 'gentleman'.

but a kind of—

hunger!

No!

To be precise, it was a salivating feeling.

Yes, greedy!

The other party seemed impatient to have a taste of Goethe's blood.

Goethe was indifferent to this.

Not to mention that he had no intention of reaching a deal with the other party at all, just the other party's gaze at the moment told Goethe that the other party had bad intentions.

As if sensing Goethe's 'struggle', the 'bartender' spoke again.

"Goethe, you don't seem to understand the situation yet."

"You are cooperating with the kid from the Steinbeck family to guard here, are you as a backup?"

"He must tell you that I am inside, he will deal with me, and you just need to stay there."

"But what about the fact?"

"He must know that when I see you, I can't help but rush out."

"And him?"

"But you can easily get back the [Eye of Fairness and Truth]."

"Have you still not understood?"

"He has abandoned you."

"You have no reinforcements."

'The bartender. ’ kept ‘reminding’ Goethe.

Goethe put down his teacup.

"You said, is there a possibility that we all anticipated the situation in front of us, and I took the initiative to undertake the task of confronting you?"

As he spoke, Goethe looked at the 'bartender'.

The 'bartender' shook his head.

"Are you so irrational?"

"Or are you becoming irrational because you inherited the Mordeus legacy?"

"Modeus is strong."

"When he was so strong, I hid in the gutter like a mouse."

"But you just inherit."

"Not really owning."

"You will never understand what is the gap between heaven and earth."

The 'bartender' snapped his fingers as he spoke.

Snapped!

In the crisp sound, the warm sunshine in the afternoon disappeared.

The night came on so imperceptibly.

The full moon is bright and clear.

The stars are all over the sky.

The people around exclaimed in surprise, and when they were all at a loss for this incredible change, Goethe had a strange expression on his face.

For the smooth operation of this operation.

'Good luck' of course!

He, Skiffins Steinbeck, both chose to burn money.

Money, of course he didn't have it.

However, the Steinbeck family was never short of money.

Therefore, the seemingly mediocre Goethe has 999+ layers of luck superimposed at this moment.

For what luck brings.

Goethe had been looking forward to it.

However, he never thought it would be a full moon.

"Goethe, you know nothing about power!"

"In the world of ordinary people, a soldier with a rifle is unmatched."

"In the hidden world, if you touch the extraordinary, you are invincible."

"And in the extraordinary world?"

"Legends are what's truly awesome!"

"But do you know?"

"Legends are qualified to stand in this world to a certain extent—it is the beginning in the true sense, and the power I show you is 'above legends' and 'roads'!"

"It's real power!"

Seeing Goethe's weird expression, the 'bartender' thought it was Goethe's surprise.

Immediately, the 'bartender' explained.

After speaking, the other party looked at Goethe sincerely.

"How about it?"

"I can be your teacher and teach you such power!"

"As long as you choose to cooperate with me!"

Words to the point.

Very sincere.

Even, in order to make Goethe feel more real, the opponent's momentum changed, and everyone around him fainted, but Goethe didn't feel sincerity, but felt greater malice.

The 'way' has no teacher to teach it.

This is the enlightenment he gained after mastering the 'road'.

This understanding does not lie.

The 'bartender' is lying.

Goethe stood up, took off his coat, and put his wallet and other important items aside.

His hair is beginning to grow thick.

His nails started to grow longer.

Werewolf!

Or to be more precise: [Celtic Blood Sacrifice. Calamity of Wolves]!

One of Goethe's strongest cards at a full moon.

And at this moment, it happens to be...

full moon!