The officer who had just raised his hand to make a throat-cutting salute to Goethe had not lowered his hand when he was blinded by a crow, and then his neck was cut by the [Blood Crow Spirit] hidden inside.
The sudden attack and the immediate death of the commander turned the patrol into chaos.
Bang, bang, bang!
Scattered gunshots were heard, and then they received special care from the [Blood Crow Spirit].
After a few times, other members of the patrol team learned to be wise and no longer dared to shoot at will. They waved their arms to drive away the crows, while protecting their faces and began to evacuate.
In less than five minutes, the patrol team fled in all directions.
Everyone stared at this scene in stunned silence.
Especially the conductor was at a loss.
In the special carriage, Goethe raised his hand to close the curtains. He turned back and picked up the notes on the coffee table.
"Aren't you going to say something?"
Silla couldn't help but ask.
"say what?"
Goethe looked at Silla in surprise.
"Those crows!"
Silla emphasized, as if you don't want to lie to a fool.
"They are innocent."
Goethe said with great certainty.
After all, he was the initiator.
And him?
It's also for self-protection.
When this patrol appeared, Goethe could be sure that this patrol and the six previous robbers were in the same group, otherwise the other party would not have appeared in such a timely manner.
It was obvious that he was planning to respond.
Successfully, six robbers were taken away in the name of arrest.
Failed?
Naturally, he was labeled as an accomplice of the robbers.
Then, take it away in the name of censorship.
As for the results?
That is of course self-evident.
The other party had bad intentions from beginning to end.
Moreover, this probably isn't the first time the other party has done this.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be so unscrupulous.
The only pity is that the opponent did not expect to encounter a 'larger number' of enemies - under normal circumstances, even if they occasionally encounter 'transcendents', the opponent can still gain an advantage by relying on their numbers.
Especially the military uniform, it is like a talisman.
There are always some people in the world who think they are great, but they will not realize that they are great, just because of the glory forged with the blood of their ancestors.
They are bathed in light.
Over time,
They think they are the brilliance.
Then, the brightness gradually dimmed.
"well!"
Goethe suddenly sighed.
"Goethe... isn't this just the appetizer?"
Swart, who had been nervous just now, heard this sigh, immediately swallowed his saliva, and asked cautiously.
Compared to the fool Sheila, the coward Swart is obviously able to see more things.
Almost instantly, I figured out what this patrol would do if it showed up here.
because……
He's done this before.
Or several times.
And those who were punished by him did not get any good fruits in the end.
Therefore, he knew very well what would have happened to them if Goethe had not taken action just now.
Unlike him, who mainly wants money.
These guys are deadly.
Thinking of this, the sergeant's back became wet.
Looking at Swart looking at him pitifully, Goethe smiled.
"It's just an appetizer."
"and……"
"You're already on the table, there's no way to escape."
Goethe said half-truthfully.
Swart's face turned pale, he sat on the sofa nearby and began to shiver.
"waste!"
Silla commented.
Swart wanted to retort, but in the end nothing came out.
He doesn't want to either.
But he was really scared.
"Goethe, what are your plans?"
Silla came over again, stretched out her fingers to hold Goethe's sleeve, and asked like a coquettish girl.
But Goethe was not moved at all.
It's not that Sheila isn't pretty enough.
It's not that he doesn't act like him.
But after Goethe preconceived the idea of putting the other person in the role of a fool, and when the other person teased him with a pretty face, Goethe always couldn't help but think of Erha looking directly at you.
wrong!
Not Erha!
She doesn't have Erha's fluffy, straightforward and silly vibe.
It's kind of like...
While Goethe was thinking about a more appropriate description, Silla showed off her charm as usual, bowed slightly, showing off her waistline and long legs, raised her hand across her neck, and placed it on her
Decorated with hairpins made of feathers.
This action struck Goethe like lightning.
An idea flashed through him and he blurted it out.
"Shoebill!"
After saying this 'adjective', Goethe nodded seriously. The more he looked at Sheila, the more she felt like it - at most, she was a good-looking shoebill stork!
Silla's body stiffened.
She doesn't know what a shoebill is.
But she knew it wasn't a good thing to say.
"Go to hell, you dog man!"
Silla screamed in her heart. She really wanted to use a dagger to poke four or five holes in Goethe's body, but she didn't dare. She still had to rely on Goethe to obtain the knowledge of the 'Mad King's legacy'...
etc!
Did this guy not want to share the knowledge of the 'Mad King's Legacy' with me, so he deliberately provoked me?
Thinking of this, Sila wrapped her arms around her chest, and a light flashed in her eyes.
There is only one truth.
Why don't you say it?
She wouldn't say it!
Exposing Goethe would not do her any good. Instead, it would make Goethe change her strategy. She would have to endure it silently until the day when she gets the 'Mad King's Knowledge'.
"What associations did she make?"
Looking at Silla's eyes full of wisdom, Goethe raised his eyebrows.
But he didn't say anything more.
In the corridor, the train conductor's footsteps could be heard.
"Dear guest, your trip has been delayed."
"Due to an accident, we temporarily need to rest for one night in a nearby town. Please move on."
"Of course!"
“We will bear all the expenses required!”
The conductor said respectfully.
Goethe did not refuse.
The robbers before, the patrols after, and the many corpses made it impossible for the train to continue moving forward.
And the guy who took the test should soon receive the news from here.
What will the other party do?
If it were him, he would definitely think about defeat before thinking about victory.
Continuous failures will not cause him trouble.
On the contrary, it will make the other party fall into the next trap.
Moreover, it is far more deadly than before.
so……
"The other party will also arrange it in the town!"
Goethe guessed and looked at Swart.
Suddenly, a bad premonition appeared in the heart of the police chief.
The next moment——
"Swart, I need you to rush to Hallestus overnight, find Credor, the current head of the Northern Branch of the 'Keeper of Secrets', and tell him everything that happened here."
"Then, let the branch chief bring people to support!"
Goethe said.
Swart wanted to refuse, but when he saw Goethe's unquestionable gaze, he could only nod in agreement.
The police sergeant grabbed some food and water, jumped out of the carriage window, and disappeared to the side of the train in the chaos.
"Can this coward do it?"
"Otherwise, let me go!"
Sheila recommended herself.
Goethe remained silent.
Guess why I choose you even if I choose no coward?
Goethe said this while complaining in his heart.
"You have your mission."
"Yeah?"
"What mission?"
Sheila's attention was immediately drawn.
"You'll know then."
Goethe was perfunctory.
After that, the two of them drove to the town in the only carriage with a carriage in the town - this carriage belonged to the mayor of the town. Most of the rest of the people rode donkey carts pulling straw or simply walked.
The person driving the two men was the mayor's coachman.
The young coachman had obviously never seen the world. He was shocked by Silla's appearance and blushed all the way.
When facing outsiders, the cold and silent Sila obviously fits her own face perfectly.
Even the mayor of the small town who had seen some of the world could not help but marvel.
As for the train conductor?
In his memory, it seems that there was no such beautiful lady on the train.
However, he was not stupid enough to question Goethe.
Lunch was made under the arrangement of the conductor, and the chef on the train brought the ingredients and borrowed the kitchen of the mayor's house.
"Thank you for coming."
"It really makes a humble house shine."
"It's a real honor to host you."
The mayor of the small town racked his brains and racked his brains, but he could only say these few words.
The mayor's wife stood beside her husband and kept smiling.
This is a lady of about forty years old. Her clothes are simple and similar to the surrounding townspeople. Unlike her nervous husband, this lady is quite calm and has a good face. Her eyes are gentle and polite when looking at people, which makes people feel at ease.
I feel good when I see him.
And their daughter is a young girl.
At this moment, he was quietly sizing up Silla.
The girl who inherited her mother's beauty has always been the dream lover of young people in small towns and is quite confident in her appearance.
However, at this time, when Silla appeared, the girl felt a shock.
How could someone be so good-looking?!
The girl was thinking in her heart.
Even though lunch started, the girl still didn't look away.
The elegance and propriety shown by Silla made this girl feel ashamed.
She became less confident.
This made the girl get up and leave the table halfway through her lunch.
"Ella!"
The girl's father shouted displeased.
"Sorry, I'll go take a look."
After the girl's mother apologized, she immediately got up and chased after her.
"Two distinguished guests, I'm sorry. It was my recent neglect of discipline that made Ella become like this - but you can't blame me. Who made the town suddenly appear... It's nothing, everything is fine.
, let’s eat first.”
The mayor of the small town complained.
However, after the words were spoken, the mayor obviously knew that he had said the wrong thing and wanted to change the topic.
However, under Goethe's watchful eye, he had to continue the previous topic.
The mayor loosened his collar and spoke with great difficulty.
