Chapter 133 Some foods should never have appeared! ~Please
Chapter 133 Some foods should never appear! (Please subscribe~Please vote~)
Of course, Silla's words are unrealistic.
Even if Goethe really wanted to become the 'Head of the Northern Secret Keepers Branch', it would not be enough for Credor and his men to have trouble, the reinforcements sent by the 'Secret Keepers' would also have to have trouble.
Then he turned the tide.
This is the slightest chance.
However, if it were 'Scrooge Grams'...
It’s one hundred percent!
The other party used to be the ‘Minister of the Northern Keepers Branch’!
Now that things have happened suddenly, it is natural for the other party to lead the 'Northern Secret Keeper' again.
"That is to say..."
"Have all the 'Secret Keepers' in the north been basically wiped out?"
Goethe frowned.
He knew that the 'Secret Keeper' was a dangerous profession. Both Morey and Mrs. Burns had told him about it, but why did he feel that since he joined, the level of danger encountered by the 'Secret Keeper' had started to rise sharply?
Where is it?
"What exactly does 'Arch Scrooge' want to do?"
"If it's just the 'Mad King's Legacy'..."
"We won't go to war like this."
Goethe thought.
It's not that Goethe is belittling himself, but if the other party really wants clues to the 'Mad King's Legacy', they should only act against him alone.
But now?
But it involves the 'Secret Keeper' of the entire Northern Territory.
And, this is just the beginning!
What’s next?
Who could it be?
Goethe narrowed his eyes.
"Master Goethe, the telegraph office has arrived!"
The coachman told Goethe.
When they came out of the castle, the old housekeeper arranged the carriage, and Goethe did not refuse.
The driver was a middle-aged man carrying a gun.
After opening the door, he stood aside respectfully.
Goethe nodded and quickly walked into the telegraph office.
It was approaching noon, and there were not many people in the telegraph office.
Goethe carried his money box and walked to the counter.
He needed to send a telegram somewhere.
There is the transfer station for the 'Keeper of Secrets', and the news will be transmitted to 'Bode' as quickly as possible - Goethe does not expect to do anything with this news.
If you really do this, you are asking for death!
He was certain that the news in the telegraph office could not be concealed from the Grand Duke Scrooge.
He will tell everything here according to the other party's instructions.
But this does not mean that Goethe did nothing.
He also has a trump card!
Goethe suddenly frowned as he walked to the counter.
"Hello, where is the bathroom?"
Goethe asked.
"Go straight, at the end of the corridor, on the right."
The young man standing at the counter enthusiastically showed Goethe the way.
"grateful."
Goethe nodded and entered the bathroom carrying the money box.
After confirming that there was no one in the bathroom, Goethe chose the innermost compartment according to his habit.
After entering, he locked the door and took out his 'pendulum' first.
The ‘pendulum’ with a gold gram as a pendant.
'Is it safe here?'
The pendulum didn't move at all.
'Scrooge Grams has ill will towards me?'
The pendulum still doesn't move.
'Kredor has ill intentions towards me?'
The pendulum still doesn't move.
There is no doubt that the richness of the mystery and the extraordinary prosperity make it impossible for a 'half-timer' like him to divine anything of value.
Goethe, who knew such a result but still refused to give up without giving it a try, sighed slightly and looked at the 'Mad King's Ring' in his hand.
He is too weak!
In the current situation, even if you accidentally obtain four [Bloody Honors], it is still not enough!
He needs more!
At least, he doesn't want to be 'broken' at a touch.
Not to mention anything else, just the power and physical strength of the 'Archduke Scrooge' and the 'Archduke's eldest son' gave Goethe a lingering fear.
And ‘Secret Realm’ is the first choice!
As for the reason for leaving for an hour?
Goethe had already planned it!
Under attack!
He was attacked as soon as he entered the bathroom, but the other party did not harm him in a real sense. He just kept talking to him in circles, "delaying time" and "bluffing information about the Mad King's legacy" - Goethe even had
I have thought about what kind of expression I should use.
Be sure to be vague.
It must make people think.
And after?
Just let the Archduke 'Scrooge Grams' do his thing.
Goethe believed that the other party would definitely have a very suitable imaginary enemy.
Thinking of this, Goethe immediately took action.
After leaving a bundle of lit bombs in the bathroom, Goethe held the [Shadow Snake Dagger] and slipped out.
A few seconds later——
boom!
There was an explosion.
Fire, fragments.
The burst water pipe sprayed water.
The middle-aged coachman who had brought Goethe rushed in immediately, but the entire telegraph office was in panic, with staff and customers screaming and running around.
Several security guards shouted loudly, but to no avail.
Goethe took advantage of the chaos and left the telegraph office.
With great speed, he got into a secluded alley.
The next moment, it disappeared.
…
The burning and dazzling sensation made Goethe subconsciously raise his hands to cover it, but the stench that followed made him quickly open his eyes.
This is...a garbage dump?!
Goethe blinked to confirm that he had read correctly.
Used car tires, broken bathtubs, toilets, rusty tableware and various dilapidated packaging boxes were piled up in front of him like a mountain. He was wearing something similar to a gas mask and shabby overalls.
Wearing thick gloves, he was standing in front of the pile of garbage holding a shovel.
What made him feel hot and dazzling was the incinerator that was turned on beside him.
Raging flames are burning inside, and the remains of garbage are quickly turning into ashes.
I'm trash...
Just when Goethe confirmed his identity, a loud shout came from above his head.
"Trash man!"
"Don't be lazy!"
"Hurry up and burn everything you can!"
"Otherwise you won't have anything to eat today!"
A menacing man was shouting at Goethe from a high place.
This was not only true for Goethe, but also for the rest of the people.
It was only then that Goethe discovered that besides him, there were twenty-seven people loading boards like him, who were working hard to sort out garbage and shovel it into the incinerator.
It's just that the incinerator is a bit too big, right?
Goethe pretended to sort through the garbage while inspecting it.
The incinerator is hundreds of meters high, but there is only a small entrance. The flames inside are exuding high temperatures and beating constantly, and there is a winding pipe on top that leads deeper.
Goethe's perception, which was four times better than that of ordinary people, allowed him to clearly distinguish, and the heat generated by burning was supplied upwards.
At the same time, there was a faint sound of a metal piston turning.
"Is this a different kind of 'steam engine'?"
Goethe guessed at the garbage incinerator in front of him.
At this time, a warm feeling came from the 'Mad King's Ring'.
[Entering the ‘Secret Realm’, determining...]
[Holding the ‘secret key’, the judgment passed! 】
[The original 'Secret Realm' holder has died and is being judged...]
[The original identity is determined to be dead!]
[The new holder will start over with a new identity!]
…
[Background: A sudden plunder not only caused you to lose your 'town', but also made you a prisoner of the victor. Your property naturally became the victor's spoils. After being confirmed to be worthless,
You were thrown to the bottom and worked hard in exchange for a chance to survive...]
[Main mission: Rebuild your ‘town’ within three months! (Progress: 0%)]
[Acquire a temporary language and disappear automatically when leaving the instance]
[Clothing, appearance, and equipment are temporarily changed and will be automatically restored when leaving the secret realm]
(Note 1: When you complete the main mission, you will leave the ‘secret realm’ safely)
(Note 2: When you are unable to complete the main mission within three months, you will lose one-fifth of your flesh and blood before you can leave the ‘secret realm’)
…
The words before my eyes began to appear.
But this time, there was no corresponding memory.
"It seems harder than the previous two times?"
Goethe guessed as he began to check the equipment and props while avoiding the sight from above.
[Ominous Cry], [Shadow Snake Dagger], [Thunder Fist] are all there.
Almost instinctively, Goethe released the [Blood Crow Spirit], hoping to know more about the environment he was in.
And at this time——
"It's time to eat!"
"You trash guys!"
"Thank you adults for your mercy!"
"It's their kindness that gives you the right to live!"
"Otherwise you would have become fuel!"
The overseer overhead shouted loudly.
Then, he threw down pieces of things that looked like energy bars.
No more, no less, exactly twenty-eight yuan.
There was no packaging, it just fell to the ground.
However, other people did not have any dissatisfaction and immediately ran towards the food.
Moreover, if no one gets more than one piece, it is just one piece for each person.
Following the others, Goethe picked up one of the pieces - no one knew better than Goethe how to survive in a strange environment.
Even without memory, Goethe was completely sure.
After all, no one cares about a slave-like captive.
As long as I'm like everyone else...
Um?!
What's this?!
Goethe looked at the whitened 'energy bar' in his hand, at the six complete cockroaches inside, and at the people around him who were silently eating the 'cockroach energy bar', and he fell into deep thought.
"A bunch of useless trash!"
"Eat quickly!"
"Don't stop!"
"Who allowed you to stop for me while you were eating!"
The supervisor overhead continued to roar.
Then, the other party unhurriedly opened a dining table on the high platform. A piece of juicy steak, sprinkled with black pepper sauce, white bread and half a bottle of wine were also taken out from the basket on the side.
.
The overseer shook out the napkin, stuffed it into his collar, picked up the knife and fork, and began to taste his lunch.
From beginning to end, the foreman never saw a figure slowly approaching behind him.
The sharp blade in the opponent's hand glowed with cold light.
When the overseer was about to cut the steak, the sharp blade pierced his heart from behind.
The supervisor, whose mouth was covered, was silent without even a scream.
None of the coolies below saw this scene.
They were all eating 'cockroach energy bars'.
Because, even when eating, work cannot stop.
Goethe saw clearly.
He silently threw the 'cockroach energy bar' into the stove and hid aside quietly.
