In the first-class carriage, at the same time as the gunshots were fired, there was a loud shout——
"Don't move!"
"Robbery!"
"Whoever screams again, I will beat him to death!"
The threatening voice, the revolver in his hand and the body of the train guard on the ground made everyone in the first-class carriage quiet down. Then, the leader of the robbers immediately winked at his men.
The three of them walked towards the special carriage.
The remaining two people were holding double guns to intimidate the passengers, and their eyes were always looking in the direction of the special class car.
Borrowing the eyes of [Blood Crow Spirit], Goethe saw everything in his eyes.
"Trouble is coming."
He sighed.
There is no doubt that the robber in front of him is coming for him.
This train from Lust to Hallest is not traveling in the desert. There are towns around it for supplies, and there are patrols along the way to guard the security. Moreover, there are no valuable items on board.
Simply put, it is not suitable for robbery.
What's more, the three people in front of me don't act alike.
How could a robber who had taken control of a carriage be so honest?
Not only did he not pay any attention to the passengers' belongings, he also looked nervously in the direction of the special carriage.
On the second day after boarding the train, Goethe knew that he was the only one in the entire special carriage.
Therefore, these robbers came for him.
As for which force it is?
Goethe didn't know.
There are too many people in the 'Flesh Church', the 'Keeper of Secrets', and in the North, especially the latter, who don't want to see him.
You know, that Grand Duke Scrooge has children.
Now a person suddenly comes to share the inheritance. What do you think these children will think? What will they do?
Of course I hope Goethe disappears on the road.
The three armed robbers carefully approached the carriage where Goethe was. They raised their revolvers, apparently intending to fire a volley to test the reaction in the carriage.
However, there was no waiting for them to pull the trigger.
An invisible figure passed over their necks.
Poof, poof, poof!
The dexterous, fast, and invisible [Blood Crow Spirit] easily scored three kills.
The three robbers covered their necks and fell to the ground with their eyes wide open.
The remaining two robbers who had been paying attention to this place immediately started yelling.
"Goethe Wein, if you don't want these people to die, just come out obediently!"
one of them yelled.
Such shouting by name naturally confirmed Goethe's previous guess.
These people are here for him.
[Blood Crow Spirit] passed through the door of the corridor, but did not attack immediately. Instead, it was suspended in mid-air, allowing Goethe to clearly see a figure leaping from the crowd.
This figure was light and graceful, but it also contained murderous intent. It seemed to be dancing, and the two robbers were kicked before they could react.
Bang, bang!
Amid the muffled sound, the two robbers fell to the ground. Bloody holes appeared on their chests, and their faces quickly turned purple.
The figure who landed on the ground lightly tapped the heel of his shoe, and the narrow blade protruding from the front of the shoe immediately retracted.
The sudden attack and corpse caused the crowd to scream again.
A nervous-looking middle-aged man took out a pistol from his arms and pointed it at the passenger who had just made a sudden move. However, a revolver hit the back of the middle-aged man's head first.
"Sir, I advise you not to act rashly."
"Otherwise, if my hands are shaking, I might get angry."
In a joking voice, a clean-faced man in his early 30s stood up. After saying hello to the previous passengers, he muttered in a low voice: "I said there must be someone hiding, right? Where are the two of them standing?
There is obviously a problem with the seats, many of which are blind spots. Unless there is one more person here, it will be impossible to control the entire carriage."
"However, they are obviously novices. Among the guys I arrested, only novices would rob a train with just a gun, without even preparing any explosives."
Snap!
The previous passenger knocked out the kidnapper who was hiding among the passengers with a knife, then raised his hand and pulled off the kidnapper's obviously disobedient windbreaker.
When the explosives inside were revealed, the man holding the gun turned pale.
"I knew it would be dangerous!"
"I shouldn't have followed!"
"I should have stayed in Luster!"
The voice of the man holding the gun was filled with tears.
"waste."
The passenger wearing a sarong and veil commented on his companion, then, ignoring his companion's nagging, he turned around and walked towards the special carriage.
At this point, there is no need to hide anymore.
Moreover, she was fed up with the hard beds in the first-class carriages.
She hopes to have a soft bed and a separate bathroom, preferably with hot water.
The conductor behind him finally came to his senses and blew the whistle hard.
Drop! Drop!
Amidst the loud and ear-piercing whistle, the train conductor, who had just shrunk his head and dared not say a word, shouted loudly: "Hurry up and watch this guy, and deal with the body immediately. Pay attention to the crows on the roof, don't let them get damaged.
He found the corpse—damn it, where did these crows come from? Sure enough, crows bring bad luck, and that’s why we encounter these misfortunes!”
Amidst the shouts of the conductor, the two men pushed open the door of the special class car.
In the special carriage, Goethe sat there and looked at Silla and Swart who walked in. He was not surprised.
In fact, on the first day, when Goethe used [Blood Crow Spirit] to investigate, he discovered two people.
Even if the two of them were disguised.
However, in the eyes of acquaintances, the two of them were still too conspicuous.
However, what surprised Goethe was that Swart, who had a full beard, turned out to be very young after shaving his beard. Moreover, his face was fair. He could not be called handsome, but he was not ugly either.
Even, there is a little bit of bookishness.
"I grew a beard to make my career as a police sergeant smoother."
"After all, there are too many people nowadays who judge people by their appearance."
Swart immediately burst into laughter when he saw Goethe.
Immediately, the bookishness disappeared, and a sense of obscenity began to emerge.
"Have you discovered us a long time ago?"
Silla asked with an unkind expression.
"No, I just discovered it just now."
Goethe denied it.
He would never admit the fact that when he was eating butter cookies, he felt that butter cookies tasted better after seeing Sheila chewing on the bread.
Silla looked at Goethe, who responded calmly.
"You see what I said, as long as we stay in the first class carriage and don't go to the special class carriage, even Goethe won't find us!"
"Damn robbers!"
"If it hadn't been for them, we could have successfully followed into the north!"
After confirming that there was no problem with her plan, Silla immediately looked at Swart with pride.
Swart:…
I'm afraid she's not a fool!
How could such a person possess extraordinary power?
Could it be that stupid people have stupid blessings?
Swart thought silently in his heart, but for the sake of his own safety, the police chief did not say it out loud.
"Why are you following me?"
Goethe asked.
"I'm not safe in Luster without you."
Swart said this.
Ever since he knew that the high priest of the Church of Flesh and Blood might not be dead, the police chief had been restless, even if Morey promised that he would protect him.
Believe Morey?
Forget it!
He knows something about Morey.
It's not that Morey doesn't work hard enough, it's that the more serious and hard Morey is, the more unexpected things will happen.
So Swart decided to save himself.
Then, subconsciously, I thought of Goethe.
Then, the police chief prepared to go to the north with Goethe.
In the opinion of this police chief, the North is very dangerous, even more dangerous than Luster, but with Goethe here, this police chief believes that the danger can be averted.
After all, Goethe had managed to escape without any danger every time.
The inexplicable confidence in Goethe gave the police chief the choice at this moment.
Of course, there is one more thing: intuition!
That kind of innate intuition made the police chief feel that he could only survive by following Goethe.
And Sheila?
"We are friends, and I'm worried about you."
"And we were afraid that you would refuse, so we followed you secretly."
Listening to the words of this woman with multiple identities, Goethe rolled his eyes.
Compared to Swart's honesty, Sheila undoubtedly lied.
The other party is not worried about him, but worried about the 'Mad King's legacy' he promised.
Seeing the other person holding his sleeve with one hand, he looked aggrieved, but did not dare to say it. He was just worried about his poor acting skills. Goethe did not expose the other person. He sat on the sofa, looked at the two of them and asked -
"Do you know what we're going to face?"
"Know!"
"The crazy revenge of those inheritance heirs in the North!"
Silla raised her hand first to answer.
This woman with multiple identities is proving herself.
"Sheila, where is your teacher?"
Goethe suddenly asked.
"Has passed away."
Silla looked sad, and then she reacted. She blinked at Goethe and asked, "Why did you ask my teacher?"
"It's okay, I just feel like you're lucky."
Goethe meant something.
Then, without waiting for Silla to look again, she looked at Swart.
"Those guys are testers, right?"
"I'm afraid the real opponent will appear soon!"
Swart analyzed, and then, when Goethe nodded in agreement, the police chief immediately said: "How about we run? Change the road to Hallest!"
Goethe, who nodded, couldn't help but glance at Swart.
Swart immediately laughed.
The sergeant thought he had just said the wrong thing.
But what I didn't expect was that Goethe didn't refute, but instead——
"How to run?"
"continue."
Hearing Goethe's words, the police chief became more energetic and immediately began to describe his plan in full.
Goethe did not listen in detail to Swart's plan.
He just looked at the two of them.
Swart really dares to speak.
Silla really dared to listen.
These two people,
One is a fool who is 'lucky' but complacent.
One is a coward who has a decent brain but just wants to escape.
if……
If you become a 'bait', you should be able to catch a lot of people, right?
Especially that fool, if used well, it might have miraculous effects.
Immediately, Goethe's eyes softened when he looked at the two of them.
Swart, who was talking about his plan enthusiastically, noticed Goethe's soft eyes and immediately shuddered - he had seen similar eyes before, and every time Goethe showed such eyes, someone would always be unlucky.
This time...
It can't be me, right?
Swart guessed in his heart.
Goethe turned his head and looked out the car window.
The train had already stopped at this moment.
A patrol team of 50 people appeared next to the train.
However, this patrol team is not a police patrol team.
But...
army!
The leading officer noticed Goethe's sizing and immediately gave Goethe a cold smile. Then, he raised his right hand and raised his thumb slowly across his neck.
Goethe laughed.
He tapped his fingers lightly on the sofa.
The next moment——
The group of crows that had been standing quietly on top of the train took to the sky.
