The kind who know the depth and depth, and know how to advance and retreat.
Therefore, he clearly knows what the 5 golden tickets can do there.
Entry fee is 1 silver cable.
Tea fee: 1 silver cable
One dance for one silver cord.
Of course, if you just want to dance, 5 gold tickets are more than enough to dance until dawn, but some special services require high additional fees.
5 golden tickets?
It's barely enough for two.
Just why did Morey let him go to the Garden Club?
Is there a better place to talk?
still……
Where is the so-called ‘Mist Murderer’ hiding?!
When he thought of this, Goethe's face tightened.
This may not be unreasonable. You must know that the 'good friend' Ender whom he threw downstairs with his own hands met in the Garden Club.
Thinking of this, an idea suddenly appeared in Goethe's mind.
"The reason why the Wayne family was targeted is because 'Goethe' accidentally offended the 'Mist Slayer' in the garden club, right?"
Goethe's expression changed continuously.
Hit the streets!
Yan family shovel!
Standing there, he began to recall the memories of Goethe that he had seen before, but he found nothing.
'Goethe's' 19-year memory is not very complicated, but it will be difficult to find an 'enemy' in these 19 years of memory that even 'Goethe' himself has no memory of.
Even if the scope is narrowed down to the garden club.
After thinking for a moment, Goethe finally came up with no results, shook his head, turned around and went downstairs.
The Garden Club is closed during the day and does not open until 7pm.
And it's only 8 o'clock in the morning, still 11 hours away.
Goethe would not do nothing for such a long time.
With a wave of his hand, Goethe got on the public carriage again.
Half an hour later, he got off the car in front of the 'Al Bar'.
Without saying hello, Goethe pushed open the door and entered.
"Sorry, we're closed."
"If necessary, come back in the evening."
The waiter who was cleaning said without raising his head.
Goethe looked at the other person, then glanced at the drunk man in the corner of the bar, and directly flicked a silver cord onto the bar.
"Have a glass of Hunter."
Goethe said this.
"Okay, guest, come right away."
The waiter who just said it was closing immediately took action.
In less than three minutes, a glass of whiskey with honey and pomegranate juice was served.
Scarlet color, spicy taste, but mixed with a hint of sweetness.
Tasting this cup of 'Hunter', Goethe seemed to see a hunter going through untold hardships and risking death to catch his prey and enjoy the joy.
"Wine, good."
"I hope others won't disappoint me either."
Goethe put down his glass.
"certainly!"
"As long as there are enough Jinks, we have the best hunter in Luster here!"
The waiter said with a smile.
Ale Bar is Luster's Hunter Bar.
In the previous memory of 'Goethe', the other party wanted to seek help here, but was humiliated.
Because of this humiliation, 'Goethe' became indifferent.
In this regard, Goethe has no comment other than "naïve".
Praying for help from others, but not wanting to pay a single price...
How can there be such a good thing in the world!
Even so-called good people have corresponding needs.
Not for profit, but for fame.
Of course, it’s not like there are no good people left.
Yes, but rarely.
At least, I haven’t encountered it before ‘Goethe’.
And now Goethe?
Encountered.
Therefore, he chose to retire in his hometown.
It's a pity that on the first day of retirement, I picked up a skewer on the side of the road and ended up in this hellish place.
call!
Taking a deep breath, Goethe suppressed the lament in his mind. He took out his wallet, took out the gold ticket with the largest denomination without covering it, and placed it on the bar.
"Looking for the family members of 'Goethe Wein', each person found will receive 10 gold grams, and the person who provides the exact whereabouts will receive 1 gold grams."
"besides……"
"If anyone knows what happened to the 'Goethe Wein' family, then these 100 gold grams belong to him."
Goethe explained in detail.
The flowers should be spent in the province.
Although Goethe liked money, he was definitely not a miser.
Especially when it comes to spending money wisely, Goethe never refuses.
Just like in the current situation, although Swart promised him to investigate the 'Dr. Hodder' and Morey also 'cooperated' with him, Goethe knew that he still had to rely on himself for some things.
For example: looking for the whereabouts of family members.
Even though he knew that these family members had been killed.
However, the person who did it and the people around him didn't know.
This helps shape his character.
Of course, it's not all acting.
There is also a certain possibility of catching a big fish.
You will even gain [Bloody Honor].
However, it all depends on luck.
Look at the restraint that the 'Mist Killer' has on his subordinates, and also look at how much gold he has.
Thinking of this, Goethe placed the 50 gold ticket in his wallet on the bar.
150 golden tickets in total!
Looking at the golden ticket on the bar, the smiling waiter's smile became even brighter.
150 gold grams is not a small amount in the hunter bar.
If the business is successful, he will immediately receive a large commission.
If not?
The boss will also give him a bonus.
All in all, it's a win-win situation.
Therefore, the waiter immediately tried his best to introduce Goethe.
"The bounty will appear tonight and will last for 4 weeks. If someone completes the task during this period, we will send someone to notify you. If the task is not completed, we will give you a full refund. At the same time, our boss will give you a
Free service – within capabilities.”
"If you agree, please sign."
"It is your voucher. Of course, you can also burn it. I remember you."
The waiter said and handed the two notes to Goethe.
The note was about three fingers wide and less than 10 centimeters long. It was blank on the front and had a raised number on the back. It was obviously the Hunter Bar's anti-counterfeiting mark.
After Goethe signed the two slips of paper, the waiter took away the upper one and left Goethe with the lower one.
Putting the note into his wallet, Goethe drank the 'Hunter' in the cup and turned around to leave.
"I wish you peace."
The waiter spoke loudly.
Because he had already seen the two drunken men sleeping soundly in the corner wake up and followed them.
Reminders are the limit of a waiter.
help?
Stop joking.
He is a waiter.
These are things that only bar security can take care of.
The bar security guards don't work during the day.
"Hope it'll be okay."
The waiter said half-seriously, then turned around and continued cleaning.
Mind your own business, don't meddle in other people's business, notify your boss if you have something to do, and let him solve it.
This was what his boss told him on his first day at work.
The last disobedient waiter had already been shot in the head.
Someone is following!
Goethe immediately discovered the person following him.
When Goethe took out his wallet without concealment, he guessed that something like this might happen.
But he did it anyway.
Actively causing trouble?
No!
Goethe never took the initiative to cause trouble, but occasionally borrowed money from his "enthusiastic brother".
Especially when you have just spent a large amount of money.
Turning around the corner, Goethe sped into a small alley.
The two big men who chased after them immediately quickened their pace, but as soon as they entered, they were blinded by the white color.
Then……
It hurts like crazy!
lime!
"Ahhh...uh!"
The two screamed, but then they felt pain in their crotches.
Flirting your vaginal legs!
Goethe was extremely skillful and kicked each of them. At the moment when the two of them were covering their crotches and bending over, he swung the butt of the revolver and aimed it at the back of the two people's heads, and kicked each of them.
Bang, bang!
There were two muffled sounds, and the two fell to the ground.
Goethe began to search him.
1 gold gram, 10 silver cords and 15 copper horns were recorded.
Two revolvers, not old but new, some bullets, and two daggers.
If the two revolvers are shot with bullets, the value is probably 2-4 gold grams, and the dagger will not exceed 2 silver cords.
"Poor guy!"
Goethe said contemptuously.
You know, each of the "enthusiastic brothers" in his hometown has contributed at least five figures to him.
If you meet someone who is a "big brother" who is engaged in finance, they will start with six figures.
Not sparing the two fainted good Samaritans, Goethe called the patrol police.
"I am Swart's friend, and the two of them robbed me. Moreover, I suspect that they may be wanted criminals."
Goethe said to the patrolman.
The young patrolman looked at Goethe, who was intact, and then at the two people lying unconscious on the ground, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
The older patrolman responded very quickly.
"Okay, we will take them back to the police station immediately. If they are wanted criminals, we will transfer their bounty to you immediately."
said the older patrolman.
"Thanks."
Goethe thanked him, and then took the police carriage back to the police station.
Patrol officers usually rely on their feet to patrol, but when arresting, escorting or emergency police dispatch, they can use police carriages.
Although it is also possible to take a public carriage, you may save one and a half copper corners, which is also a saving.
Goethe understood the principle that sand makes a tower and armpits make fur.
As soon as he returned to Swart's office, before Goethe could sit down, Swart hurriedly opened the door and entered.
"Goethe!"
After Swart turned around and closed the door, he walked over with an ugly expression. The sergeant lowered his voice and said -
