Calamity Crown

White Lion Club, corridor on the second floor.

The windows are bright.

The afternoon sun shone in through the glass, shining on Goethe's slightly raised mouth, and instantly elongated the paused figure.

After Goethe raised his hand to signal Andinen to step back, he took out the revolver directly.

However, before Goethe pulled the trigger, he heard voices coming from the room.

"Your Excellency Marple, don't shoot!"

"We have no malicious intentions!"

The voice was very young, and then, the door of the shooting activity room was opened.

A young man in a 'four-piece suit' came out.

The black material looks ordinary, but the stitches are solid, especially the buttons, all of which are made of silver.

With an apologetic smile on the other side, he bowed slightly facing the muzzle of the gun.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Marple, I didn't mean to offend."

"But, my identity..."

"But it made me have to."

The young man stood up straight as he spoke, looking calmly facing the muzzle of the gun.

only--

"Who are you?"

Goethe asked.

The calm young man was taken aback for a moment, then thought of something.

"Your Excellency Marple, you are from abroad, so naturally you don't know who I am, but Andy Nan, you should know me, right?"

The young man smiled and looked at Andinan behind Goethe.

"do not know."

Andy Nan shook his head.

Immediately, the young man's smile became a little stiff.

But the other party adjusted immediately and began to make a formal self-introduction.

"I am the youngest son of the Grand Duke of Graz, Graz the Younger."

Little Graz puffed up his chest, ready to receive the amazement of Goethe and Andinen.

You know, he is the son of the Grand Duke!

The second son of the famous Grand Duke of Graz!

But Goethe didn't react at all, not even lowering the muzzle of his gun.

And Andy Nan?

The young man frowned, as if he was thinking hard, and after about three or four seconds, he suddenly said.

"It turned out to be His Excellency Graz!"

"I'm sorry, although I have seen your photo in the previous newspaper, but you are standing too far back. I only remember the Grand Duke of Graz and his eldest son, His Excellency Grand Graz."

After Andinan finished speaking, he took off his top hat regretfully.

If the little Graz's smile was just a little stiff before, then this time the little Graz's smile is completely stiff.

The other party glanced at Goethe and Andinan, suspecting that they did it on purpose.

In fact, Goethe and Andinen did it on purpose.

For two weeks, the two had assumed countless possibilities, including who would be the first to appear in front of them.

Who and who it is is naturally unpredictable.

But no matter who it is or what status it is, the other party must have malicious intentions!

However, Andinan really did not expect that the first person to appear was the second son of the Grand Duke of Graz.

But that didn't stop him from trying to provoke him in the slightest.

In the discussion between Goethe and Andinen, the two had a fairly clear division of labor. Goethe was in charge of emergencies, frontal attacks, and other incidents that needed to be resolved by force, while Andinan?

It is auxiliary!

Whenever force is not needed, try to use words and actions to disrupt the other party's arrangements.

Simply put, it is...

ridicule!

At the beginning, Andinan was worried that he would not be able to do well.

But at this moment, looking at the stiff-faced little Gratz, Andinan knew that he had succeeded.

However, it seems possible to go further.

Therefore, immediately afterwards, Andinan looked at Graz Jr. with apologetic eyes.

"Ah, I forgot."

"In your family, the second son has no right to inherit the position of grand duke, so naturally you cannot stand in the front row."

Saying that, Andinan sighed and shook his head.

The little Gratz was a little bit overwhelmed.

The situation in front of him was completely different from what he expected.

He originally planned to enter the shooting classroom with "preconceived ideas" to surprise Marple and Andinan, then shock them with his identity, and finally tell the news he has, so as to gain enough benefits and completely control the initiative.

but……

Why is it different from what he imagined.

Andinan in front of him was even more annoying than he imagined.

Why do you have to mention that bastard in Graz in every sentence!

And Marple, who has recently gained a great reputation.

Why is there no reaction to his identity at all?

Doesn't the other party know that he is the son of the Grand Duke?

Don't you know that his ancestor was one of the 'Seven Heroes' who overthrew the 'Dark Dynasty'?

Little Gratz was puzzled.

Almost involuntarily, the little Gratz looked at his advisor—it was the advisor who suggested that he should not wait any longer and act quickly.

Now, there is a problem with the plan, and this consultant is naturally needed to solve it.

Just like always.

Under Little Gratz's gaze, an old man wearing a long robe but put down his hood, showing his face, walked over slowly.

The other party's expression was indifferent, with arrogance in his eyes, so that the other party's chin was slightly raised, facing Goethe and Andinan.

"Water does not care about boulders, and birds do not care about animals."

"We came with good intentions, but we were insulted."

"It's not our fault."

The old man comforted the young man beside him with a gentle tone, and, as if to show his etiquette, the other party used an aria-like tone.

Goethe was unceremonious and directly added a sentence.

"Water drips through stone, and birds eat on a plate."

This made the old man frown.

"Your Excellency Marple, as one of the heirs of the 'Robert Family', is this how you treat your friends?"

The other party turned around and asked in a cold voice.

"Goodwill? Friends?"

"I only see enemies with malice."

There was a coldness on Goethe's sunny face.

The old man shook his head and pointed to Andinan.

"You represent him, and I represent His Excellency Graz Jr."

"So……"

"Are we going to follow tradition?"

The other party asked coldly.

"Tradition?"

The killing intent on Goethe's face became more and more intense.

It seems that if there is a disagreement, you will have to do it.

Of course, Goethe didn't know the tradition that the other party talked about, but this didn't prevent him from acting.

There are only two possibilities for the tradition in the mouth of the other party.

Number one, there really is tradition.

Second, it is to bluff him.

If it was to deceive him, then his sneer and killing intent at the moment can be logically interpreted as anger after being deceived.

As for the first one?

It is also reasonable!

Although Goethe had no idea what the other party was talking about, Goethe was quite sure about the identity of the old man in front of him.

Extraordinary!

It should have been the other party who reminded little Gratz and stopped him from shooting.

Moreover, with the appearance of the other party, some of Goethe's previous speculations have also been confirmed!

In the end of Chaofan, after the dawn of mortals, Chaofan did not stop, but changed his path: serving those in power.

Absolute domination was lost.

That becomes subjugation.

In order to obtain what the superhuman needs, it may be lost knowledge, or it may be some special materials and so on.

Or simply power.

This is the extraordinary consolation given by ordinary people who overthrew the 'Dark Dynasty'.

It could also be a compromise.

After all, extraordinary power is really alluring.

For example……

live forever!

No one in power could resist such a temptation.

In short, after mutual compromise, the identities of the two parties have changed, but it has not turned the two parties into deadly enemies.

Instead, get along again in a cooperative way.

As for the only constant?

Naturally, it is the lowest level of civilians.

Whether it is the demise of a dynasty or the rise of a dynasty, the common people are always the ones who suffer.

Goethe remained silent in his heart.

Unless it is in his hometown, under a miracle, such a thing is absolutely inevitable, even for the former Davari.

And in Hastings?

Miracles are impossible!

Because, those who master the 'miracle' have long been willing to fall.

Whether it was before or now, it is the same.

But in the so-called 'Dark Dynasty', extraordinary people will definitely not serve ordinary people. Therefore, Goethe guessed that the so-called traditions only emerged in this era after the demise of the 'Dark Dynasty'.

And as an extraordinary person, it is naturally impossible to fully recognize such a tradition!

Therefore, Goethe thought that there would be no problem with such an answer.

Moreover, the words of the extraordinary man in front of him reminded Goethe of something more: if the extraordinary man served the nobles, then the scope of the extraordinary man who commanded the crow before would have narrowed down a lot.

But compared to that, Goethe cared more about the word 'representative' in the other party's mouth.

The opponent represents Graz Jr.

And he represented Andinan in the other party's mouth.

Does this way of speaking mean...

Andinen is somehow equivalent to Graz Jr.?

When this guess appeared, Goethe suddenly had some new guesses.

Including Andy Nan's possible identity.

And the purpose of the other party coming here.

If his guess is correct...

The other party and Graz Jr. have more than just malicious intentions.

But downright malicious!

Suddenly, Goethe narrowed his eyes.

He turned to look at Little Gratz.

And this kind of action caused the old man in front of him to misunderstand, and the other party stepped forward to stand in front of little Gratz—and this position happened to be what Goethe wanted.

Since the other party is malicious.

What about him?

Of course, reciprocity is required.

"You think you won't compromise, so why did you show up in Hestings?"

The old man looked at Goethe with disdain.

"Why do you think I appeared in Hesatines?"

Goethe asked back.

When he opened and closed his eyes, he was here!

He didn't know why he appeared in Hessetings!

"Ah."

The other party continued to sneer, as if he didn't want to get entangled with Goethe any longer.

"Since you don't want to follow the tradition, let's change it—you should be quite confident in gunpowder weapons, right?"

"Then let's compare the shooting level."

"If you win, I have a message for you."

"If I win, you promise me one thing."

"How about it?"

The other party asked.

"not so good?"

"A news that you don't know is true or false, you want me to promise you something out of thin air?"

Goethe shook his head, and then said word by word.

"and……"

"Why should I listen to you?!"

After finishing speaking, Goethe turned his wrist, and the extremely bright revolver immediately reflected a ray of sunlight.

When the other party heard Goethe's words, they widened their eyes and stared at Goethe with all their attention, and happened to be hit by this ray of sunlight.

Suddenly, the other party closed his eyes subconsciously.

Then, the gun went off.

boom!