Goethe's first thought was that he had been discovered helping Astrid escape from the 'Fortress of Doom'.
But then, he shook his head.
Astrid's bounty has not changed.
Still 50,000-100,000.
And what about him?
A hundred times more powerful than Astrid!
5,000,000 La is enough to build a pretty good dual-power furnace 'town'.
10000000?
It is also easy to build a "town" with three power furnaces. It can even include the most advanced air purification, water purification, thermostat system, weapon system, etc., and it can also be equipped with a team of "Defender" mechas.
Is it because of my special status?
Goethe had a second guess.
He had no more ideas about this speculation.
Because he has no 'memory'.
However, being thrown into the power room at the bottom of the 'Fortress of Doom' and acting as a trash guy, he shouldn't have any extraordinary status... huh?!
Suddenly Goethe recalled Astrid's words——
'The Jock family are all lunatics. In order to preserve the bodies of the descendants of 'Prophet' Modeus, they even 'maintained' the corpses - ever since the so-called Jock I betrayed 'Prophet' Modeus, they have
Deserve to be cut to pieces!'
Now the actual rulers of the 'Fortress of Doom', the Jock family, keep the bodies of the descendants of the 'Mad King' Modeus.
Goethe had been curious before about what kind of madness would have the habit of 'maintaining' corpses, but now he seemed to have an answer: the other party was not 'maintaining' corpses.
Instead, some people were identified through the ‘maintained’ corpses.
Some people who look similar.
Or to be precise, someone with the bloodline of ‘Prophet’ Modeus.
"The traitor stole the fruits of victory, but he was so terrified that he even killed the wrong one and didn't let it go?"
Goethe was thinking in his heart, and couldn't help but look at the prompt when entering the 'secret realm': [Clothing, appearance, and equipment are temporarily changed and will be restored automatically when leaving the secret realm]
"Such a temporary change won't make me more like 'Prophet' Modeus, right?"
Goethe raised his wrist and looked carefully at the photo on the four-inch screen of [Enlightener Type V (modified version)] and compared it with the gold coin with George I printed on it in his mind.
Three seconds later...
well!
Goethe sighed.
The answer is: It's really similar.
More like outside the 'secret realm'.
If there is only one or two points of similarity outside the 'secret realm', then it is four to five points of similarity here.
After his current appearance has been fine-tuned, at first glance he looks similar to 'Prophet' Modeus.
"I was thrown into the power room, and I should have been ignored by no one, but because of my actions in helping Astrid escape from the 'Fortress of Doom', I was noticed by the Jock family. They didn't pay much attention to anything else, they just cared about me.
His appearance, and made some associations, and then...kill me at all costs!"
Goethe gradually clarified his thoughts.
His brows furrowed slightly.
Now he absolutely cannot show his face.
With his current bounty, once he appears in front of any wasteland native, he will attract a crazy attack from the other party.
so……
Is a makeover necessary?
Goethe raised his hand and touched the gas mask he was wearing, and pressed the remote control option on the [Enlightened One Type V (Modified Version)].
Goethe already had an idea about what to do next.
However, before that, there is something else that needs to be confirmed.
You know, Astrid is also a native of the wasteland!
…
The wind and sand are rolling.
After Goethe entered the 'Oasis', Robot No. 2 immediately ran over to him with brisk music to clean up the sand and dust on his body, especially the sand hidden in the folds of his clothes, and cleaned it meticulously.
Throughout the whole process, Goethe raised his hands.
His eyes were looking at Astrid
Astrid didn't dodge.
"What did you do?"
"Why are you wanted by the lunatics of the 'Fortress of Doom'?"
The lady stared at Goethe with bright eyes, seeming quite curious.
"have no idea."
"You know I have lost my memory."
Goethe shook his head.
"Such a reason cannot convince me now - I feel that you are pretending to have amnesia, and then hiding something that can be called real... But, this is not important!"
"The important thing is that you made those lunatics angry and left them helpless!"
"That's enough!"
"Well done!"
Having said this, Astrid took a deep breath and showed a bright smile on her face.
Then the lady walked up to Goethe and once again extended her hand.
Goethe glanced at the other person's outstretched hand, and after confirming that there was no danger, he shook it.
Immediately, the lady smiled.
"Let's get to know each other again——"
"The Eleventh Ranger Division, Captain Astrid!"
Astrid suddenly stood at attention and said loudly.
"Rangers?"
Goethe blinked.
Goethe knew this title.
In a book I read before, this organization was described above.
'They were a team established by one of the earliest followers of the 'Prophet'. They were brave and loyal. With the disappearance of the 'Prophet', this team experienced several sieges by King Jock I and gradually disappeared into history.
middle!'
"Although we are not living well, the 'Rangers' have not disappeared, they have just hidden."
Astrid said immediately, as if she guessed what Goethe was thinking.
"So that's it!"
Goethe nodded and his mind began to spin.
The fact that the 'Ranger' is hidden is an unexpected blessing, and it will be a pretty good help.
If we cooperate...
etc!
Goethe suddenly thought of something and opened his mouth to ask.
"What about Art, Thun, Ann, and Steak?"
"They are the members of the Eleventh Division of the Rangers that I selected!"
Astrid replied.
Goethe immediately frowned, having a bad premonition.
Goethe was somewhat unwilling to give up and continued to ask.
"Don't tell me, these are the only members of the 11th Ranger Detachment!"
"Yes!"
"The 'Ranger' has a long history..."
Goethe stopped listening to what he said after that.
He originally thought that the 'Ranger' would be a good helper, but all that was left was the name.
Team 11 only has Astrid as captain.
What about the rest of the squad?
How much better can it be?
"Sure enough, I can only rely on myself!"
Goethe sighed and walked into the 'multifunctional utility room' where Robots No. 1 and No. 2 were located.
He remembered there were oil paints.
However, before that, Goethe took out a contract.
A contract written by [Pictures and Complex Languages] - Goethe had never specifically studied contract writing, so this contract was naturally half-true and half-false, without any binding force, but the complicated words were extremely deceptive.
"For our own good, I think we should make a pact."
"I swear this is just a contract not to betray each other."
Goethe looked at Astrid and said.
"Just don't betray each other?"
The lady reconfirmed.
After Goethe nodded, the woman wrote her name without hesitation.
As a wasteland resident, Astrid understands the situation she is facing all too well.
Either sign this contract.
Or be killed?
There is no third way to go.
Don't be cunning, let alone get entangled at this time.
That will only make you die faster!
So, the lady simply signed her name.
"Believe me, you will never regret signing this contract."
Goethe collected the contract and walked towards the 'multi-purpose utility room'.
"Goethe, wait, listen to me!"
"The glory of the 'Ranger' goes far beyond what outsiders know, and there is much that ordinary people don't know!"
"Do you want to join the Rangers?"
"I can exempt you from the recruit trial!"
The lady chased Goethe into the 'multipurpose utility room'.
Constantly introducing the glorious history of the ‘Rangers’.
At the same time, an invitation was also extended to Goethe.
Goethe was not the least bit interested in this.
He looked in the mirror and concentrated on applying makeup to himself with the oil paint he found.
It wasn't until the makeup in his memory was completed that Goethe asked again.
"Is the doctor Camila you mentioned before a 'Ranger'?"
"no."
"I invited Camilla, but Camilla refused."
"He also said that the Rangers had no future at all."
Astrid looked uncomfortable.
However, this discomfort was fleeting.
The lady looked at Goethe at this time curiously.
"Goethe, why are you wearing 'clown' makeup?"
"And why is your clown makeup so eerie?"
"Even if you hide your face, wearing a gas mask is enough!"
Astrid's eyes were full of confusion.
"So can she treat some facial injuries?"
Goethe did not answer, but continued to ask.
"Facial injuries?"
"Even if all you are burned is your skull, she can restore you to your original state - of course, provided you are still alive!"
"Her treatment level is the best I have ever seen... ah!"
Astrid exclaimed, and the lady stared with wide eyes at Goethe who was standing in front of the mirror and suddenly cut the corner of his mouth with a knife.
Blood flowed out all at once.
The corners of the cracked mouth were slightly raised, as if smiling.
But the smile stained with blood, paired with the gloomy face, was indescribably weird.
return……
Full of inexplicable oppression.
Goethe raised his hand and touched the blood at the corner of his mouth, silently wrote a sentence on the mirror, and drew a scarlet smile at the end.
Astrid was stunned by this scene.
It’s not like this lady has never seen a big scene before, but it still took her four or five seconds to come to her senses.
As soon as she regained consciousness, Astrid went to find the medical kit, but was stopped by Goethe.
"Goethe, have you taken drugs?"
"Why are you hurting yourself?!"
"you need to……"
"Shh!"
Goethe stretched out his right index finger in front of his mouth and showed a smile that seemed both crazy and calm.
Then, he pointed to the mirror behind him.
Astrid looked at the scarlet text on the mirror and read it almost unconsciously——
