The extraordinary person who transformed into an eagle with a human body is very powerful.
Not only does it possess all the abilities of an eagle, it also possesses some extraordinary qualities, allowing it to escape calmly even when faced with a large number of enemies.
However, the other party met Goethe.
Met Goethe who owned two hundred crows.
Gah, gah!
Black crows densely surrounded the extraordinary person who transformed into an eagle, with a bird's beak on top and a bird's claw on the bottom.
It's useless to let the extraordinary people fight left and right.
final--
"Ahhh!"
With a cry, the extraordinary man fell from mid-air.
The opponent, who was already a mess of flesh and blood, suffered broken bones and tendons under the huge impact.
The other party looked at Goethe standing in front of him with incredible eyes.
"You, are you prepared?"
The other party questioned.
"Um."
Goethe readily admitted it.
What truth is needed when facing the enemy?
"Have you guessed all my plans?"
The other party continued to question.
Then, he discovered that Goethe was looking at him as if he were a fool.
There is no contempt or ridicule.
But it surpasses all contempt and ridicule.
"you?!"
The other party glared at Goethe, spit out a mouthful of blood, and died.
The opponent's body began to decay rapidly.
By the time An-Siusta ran over, he was as dry as a mummy.
call!
A gust of night wind blew, and the mummy was completely turned into ashes.
"Is this gone?"
This scene made Shosta couldn't help but be speechless.
An frowned and looked at Goethe, his eyes full of doubts.
He seems to be asking Goethe why his enemies look like fools.
"He was affected by the force."
Goethe said it truthfully.
This is not the first time that Goethe has seen someone affected by power, but compared to Morey, the impact on the other person simply refreshed Goethe's understanding - at first Goethe thought that women's clothing was the limit.
I never thought that I could become a fool.
Still a grumpy fool.
careful!
careful!
When facing extraordinary power that you cannot control, you must be cautious!
Goethe told himself this in his heart.
And Siusta came over.
"That was the Blood Crow just now, wasn't it?"
the male police officer asked.
"Yeah?"
"I don't know."
"I don't know where so many crows come from. Maybe it's a coincidence?"
Goethe denied it.
For some things, once you lie at first, you must stick to it.
Not intentionally deceiving, but there are some things that the fewer people know about, the better.
Buzz, buzz!
The mobile phone belonging to Goethe that was thrown in the car suddenly vibrated.
It's a text message.
Joe Coyle's.
'I'll wait for you at home.'
The other party said this in the text message.
Goethe frowned slightly.
…
Joe Coyle was sitting on the sofa, and he did not feel the same sense of emptiness after a great revenge as other Avengers.
All this father has is peace.
He finally sought justice for his son.
This made him feel calm inside.
Of course, there is also a trace of regret.
He originally hoped to use that special power to resurrect his son.
But, it can't be done.
Even though the person who came to him and had special powers promised him that he would resurrect his son and promised to do it 100%, his reason told him that the other person was deceiving.
After all, the other party appears with bad intentions.
Of course, there is also luck.
As a human being, Joe Keir also has a sense of luck.
only……
The moment he saw his son's skeleton, the father woke up.
Little Kyle has already been injured once due to his negligence.
He must not be hurt a second time because of his luck.
At that moment, the father knew what he should do.
"Only one thing left!"
The father whispered to himself and looked in the direction of the door.
The door is not closed.
He could clearly see Goethe standing at the door.
Similarly, Goethe could also see the white-haired and wrinkled Joe Keir sitting on the sofa.
The last time we met, although he was slovenly, he was a healthy middle-aged man.
And now?
He looked like he was on the verge of death.
"I originally wanted to see you in a better state."
"But my current body..."
"It's so difficult to do something like that."
Joe Kyl showed a wry smile, and then invited Goethe to come and sit down.
In front of the father, there was a bottle of wine and two wine glasses.
Trembling, Joe Keir poured wine for himself and Goethe.
During the whole process, most of the wine was spilled.
But neither Goethe nor Joe Keir cared about it.
"Feel sorry."
Joe Coyle said as he picked up the wine glass. In order to prevent the wine from spilling more, he leaned forward and put his mouth to it, but even so, the wine couldn't stop dripping onto the floor.
superior.
"Cough, cough, cough."
After drinking the strong drink, the father began to cough violently.
Then, there was a big gasp of breath.
It's like a broken blower.
It took more than ten seconds before it stopped.
An unnatural blush appeared on the father's face. He picked up the book that had been placed beside him and handed it to Goethe.
"This is the 'bait' given to me by the guy who took the initiative to find me."
"And the guy you killed, the way he gained strength is also on it - although I don't want to say it, that guy really seemed like a fool."
"But you have to be careful about the guy standing behind him."
"That guy is very cautious. I have never seen his real face. His voice should be that of a man, but he does not rule out disguise. But one thing I am sure of is that he is testing you and looking for your weaknesses."
The father spoke very quickly.
After saying that, he supported the armrest of the sofa with his hands and stood up.
"I'm really causing you trouble."
"This book and the news just now can be regarded as compensation."
"And the promise I made to you before, including this house, can be considered compensation."
The father walked behind the sofa as he spoke.
There is a coffin there.
The coffin containing little Keir.
The father reached out to touch the coffin, took a deep breath, turned his head, and smiled at Goethe.
"Thanks."
After saying thank you, the father's face quickly turned gray.
He slowly knelt down and lay quietly on the coffin, gradually losing his breath.
Tiny vines spread out from the father's body, wrapping the father and the coffin like cicada chrysalises, and then slid straight towards the hole that had been dug long ago.
The soil surges.
Microtremors on the ground.
After ten seconds, everything returned to normal.
In the empty room, only Goethe was sitting there.
He looked at the wine glass in front of him.
The next moment, he picked up the wine glass in front of him.
Drink it all in one gulp.
Taking the book, Goethe turned and left.
This place doesn't belong to him.
Belongs to Mr. and Mrs. Keir forever.
door.
There was a squeak.
Closed.
…
One week later.
Inside the Folklore Research Institute.
"It is reported that Gate, Jenny and Aiman, who were rescued a week ago, suffered from a strange illness and have been sent to the hospital for treatment. However, the treatment effect is not optimistic. The patients are not only suffering from great pain, but are also dying!"
On TV, the host is broadcasting the news.
"Hmph, these three guys deserve it!"
Mathematics teacher Judy raised her eyebrows and snorted coldly.
A week ago, after the second video tape was broadcast, most people in Star City hated the three of them as much as the math teacher.
After all, no one can accept a guy who beats others to death just because he was forced to fly the leaves.
"Why would a guy like this get an admission letter from college?"
"Who wrote the letters of recommendation for them?"
"I want to apply for review by the Education Committee!"
Teacher Judy said angrily.
"The usual disguise will be completely exposed due to jealousy."
"In their eyes, little Kyle is too good."
"So good that they want to destroy each other."
Goethe beside him always looked calm.
Where there is light, there is shadow.
The brighter the light, the darker the shadows.
Especially when a certain side of human nature is exposed, it is exactly like the sun and cannot be looked directly at.
Teacher Judy looked at Goethe and blinked.
It seemed a little surprised that Goethe could say such words.
The math teacher sighed.
"It would be great if you had such a deep understanding of mathematics."
With that said, the math teacher took out the test paper from the last individual exam.
Marked with a red pen on it: 6 points.
Full score 100.
"Why are all the questions except the first multiple-choice question wrong?!"
"You clearly promised me to study hard!"
Teacher Judy couldn't help but raise her tone.
Goethe had a wry smile on his face - although he had studied seriously this week, he...didn't learn it!
As a last resort, he also used divination methods.
But who would have thought that mathematics and even divination can’t handle it!
The first question didn't count. He knew that question and chose C.
The next questions were all wrong.
"I will study harder!"
Goethe assured Teacher Judy.
After using all the curses and oaths, Teacher Judy calmed down and began to help Goethe explain the exercises.
After two hours, the explanation ended.
Goethe woke up immediately, stood up quickly, took out a bottle of ice water from the refrigerator, and handed it to the math teacher.
"Goethe, why did you suddenly buy so many things?"
Pointing to the extra TVs, air conditioners, refrigerators, microwaves and other home appliances in the 'Folklore Institute', the math teacher looked at Goethe suspiciously.
"I am a 'folklorist'. If I help people solve some problems, I can get paid quite well."
"As you know, I have gained quite a reputation recently, and more and more people come to me to solve their problems."
Goethe explained.
In fact, on the second day of that incident, a lawyer entrusted by Joe Keir handed over all the property in Joe Keir's name to Goethe.
After paying the necessary taxes, Goethe entrusted the lawyer to use part of the money to set up a fund to repair and maintain the house where Joe Keir and Little Keir "lived".
The remaining part of the money was used to purchase "news" related to George.
The last small part, although not too much, is enough to improve your life.
"That's right!"
"However, learning comes first."
"'Folklorist' is still... a little too dangerous."
Teacher Judy warned.
The mathematics teacher had heard a lot about Goethe being a 'folklorist'.
In addition to the second video tape in which poor Mr. Joe Keir mentioned that it was the 'folklorist' Goethe's divination that allowed him to know the truth of the matter, there are also many rumors about Goethe recently.
.
Divination to find things and people.
Deal with some troubles that ordinary people are helpless to deal with.
However, the one who makes people most curious is ‘Hachiku-sama’.
"Goethe, how did you deal with Master Hachisha?"
"I heard that she is so tall that anyone who sees her will be confused and die!"
The math teacher looked at his students curiously.
"Strong will."
"High morale."
"Strong body."
Goethe sat up straight and spoke the facts as if reminiscing and savoring.
Then, he stood up and walked towards the door.
A few seconds after the door opened, footsteps sounded in the corridor.
Soon, Clifford, whose head was still wrapped in gauze, walked in with a smile.
This professional liar glanced at Teacher Judy and lowered his voice and said——
