Calamity Crown

Sitting in the carriage, Goethe didn't look over his head, so he could guess what the sheriff Lanster was doing.

He did it on purpose.

When the other party was able to call out Andinen's name, Goethe guessed that the other party must be very impressed with Andinen.

Coming to talk at this time is naturally for the purpose of testing.

If it was normal, Goethe would never pay attention to the other party.

But at this time?

Not the same!

Because Goethe couldn't confirm that what Andinen said was true.

That's right, the other party is Andy Nan.

Lanster confirmed this.

But what about the rest?

Will it be true?

What if Andy Nan set up the whole thing?

From meeting, to talking, to inviting, is it just to lead him into a trap?

This possibility is not impossible.

Therefore, Goethe felt that it would not be a bad thing to have an extra 'insurance'.

What's more, even with Andinand's identity, Goethe was skeptical.

Even if the other party is known by many people in Hestings.

After all, he, Poirot Marple, was also known to many people in Hestings.

As long as there is enough foreshadowing, everything will be true!

Moreover, Goethe is quite clear that when he was in his hometown, the reason why he was able to live until retirement was not because he was better than anyone else, but because he was more careful than anyone else.

In Lust, Goethe had no intention of changing.

After entering the 'secret realm', Goethe didn't intend to change.

He didn't want to die like this.

At least, not to die without enjoying a real retirement.

And how to enjoy retirement?

Naturally, start with the daily food.

besides……

Enough pension!

The latter requires a bit of accumulation.

former?

"Maria, I need a lunch - just normal, normal."

After Goethe returned to No. 11 Kimmel Street, he ordered directly.

"Okay, master."

Facing Goethe's sudden return, Maria was quite surprised. However, as a qualified maid, she didn't ask too many questions, and immediately began to prepare the unexpected lunch.

There is enough food storage in the kitchen.

In order to prevent her master from starving, Maria prepared lunch as quickly as possible.

"Cold beef, steamed potatoes, tomato soup, and baked apples."

"Baking apples is what I learned from a female chef who served in a noble family. It is rumored that she was able to perfectly roast more than a dozen kinds of fruits."

"Come and try!"

As she spoke, Maria looked at Goethe expectantly.

The cold beef is similar to the sauced beef that Goethe had eaten. It is just salty and light, with a unique beef taste, paired with soft mashed potatoes, and a sip of sweet and sour tomato soup. It is really comfortable-to prepare these in such a short time , Goethe was quite satisfied.

Except baked apples.

Picking up the somewhat scorched apple, Goethe opened his mouth, unable to open his mouth.

After trying twice, Goethe put the baked apple aside calmly and concentrated on eating other food.

When the other food was swept away, Goethe said regretfully.

"The food was so good, I couldn't eat it."

"I know it's not good to waste food."

"But, you can leave it to Kay—Kay, who will wake up in the evening, will definitely like it."

Goethe walked upstairs while talking.

He thought that at this time, he had better rest for a while.

"Okay, master."

Maria's voice was a little lost.

She clearly baked this apple the most.

She thought she would be praised by the master.

In the bedroom on the third floor, Goethe was lying on the bed, and he could still hear the voice of the maid cleaning up the tableware. He couldn't understand why Maria would learn those weird recipes.

The food that is obviously cooked normally is delicious.

Is it for excellence?

Is it just that the direction is wrong?

Shaking his head, Goethe, who couldn't figure it out for a while, began to wait patiently.

He was waiting for Andy Nan.

About an hour later, there was a knock on the door of 11 Kimmel Street.

The young man appeared at the door with three of his bodyguards.

Signaling the three bodyguards to wait outside the door, the young man walked to the reception room on the second floor under Maria's guidance.

"Would you like something to drink?"

Goethe asked with a smile.

"Cafe."

Andinan said.

"Maria, bring me a cup of tea and a cup of coffee."

Goethe ordered.

And when the maid brought the drink and exited the reception room, Andinan did not hesitate, and immediately took out a burnt note and placed it in front of Goethe.

"This is my mother's relic!"

said the young man.

Goethe picked up the charred note.

Goethe has no way of knowing the complete number of pages in the notebook, but based on the residual ratio of the two sides of the cover that is still intact, the truly complete notebook should be a circle larger than the palm of an adult male, and now only about a third of the way.

At this level, not to mention that Goethe’s ‘Tufu Language’ has no foundation, even if he is proficient in the ‘Tufu Language’ in the true sense, Goethe will not be able to understand what is written in it.

However, this does not prevent Goethe from saying.

"I need to transcribe it."

"Afterwards, I'll give it back to you."

"certainly."

The young man did not refuse.

If possible, he absolutely does not want to lose his mother's relics.

Now Goethe is just transcribing, and the young man is naturally very happy.

Goethe copied it carefully.

About half an hour later, Goethe transcribed the remaining thirteen pages in his notebook—Goethe marked the number according to the original number of pages in the notebook.

"Have you discovered anything?"

Andy Nan asked.

"It still takes time to decipher. What do you think about the party at night?"

Goethe changed the subject without a trace.

"I'm going to form a small trade fair—of course, a fair that's centered around us, and we'll host it, make it as routine as possible, and then get what we want out of it."

"In order to achieve this goal, I had some plans before, but it was not safe. Fortunately, you showed up."

"Let us achieve our goals more smoothly."

"So, this small trade fair will eventually focus on 'you'."

"I just need to know the truth about my mother's death - you need to guarantee that."

Andinan did not hide his thoughts, and at the same time, made a promise.

Just as Goethe commented, the young man in front of him is quite a smart person.

And, know what you want.

"What is your plan?"

Goethe asked.

"Show my strength and convince them - I can use balloons and phosphorus to create will-o'-the-wisps, and convex lenses and light curtains to create phantoms..."

"The flaw is too big!"

"It's hard to hide it from someone who cares!"

"and……"

"Just being powerful is not enough to convince them!"

Goethe interrupted the young man's words, and then gave his suggestion.

"Can you act?"

"acting?"

The young man was taken aback.

"right!"

"acting!"

Goethe nodded, and then said in a low voice——

"You need to make yourself feel like a..."

"madman!"

PS Feilong is a piece of trash. I only wrote four chapters in one night + morning. I have to go to a relative’s house at noon. Let’s go to the fifth chapter at night. Feilong went back in the afternoon. I got up after a short sleep to write, sorry to say!