Goethe thought about the characteristics of Camilla that Astrid told him, and quickly confirmed the doctor's identity.
However, Goethe did not immediately go over and inform the other party of his intention.
Instead, he walked towards a corner of the 'clinic' hall.
There is a predator there.
The Predator, who had lost an arm, was sitting in the corner thinking about what he should do next - the original team would definitely not be able to go back, and it was impossible for the team to raise a disabled person.
And installing a robotic arm is not something he can afford.
really……
Am I just going to be a trash guy?
When he thought that he was about to become a precarious garbage man, the predator was filled with despair.
So much so that when Goethe walked in, he didn't even notice.
It wasn't until something was wrong with the surrounding atmosphere that the predator raised his head.
Then--
"Master 'Joker'!"
The predator exclaimed, jumping to his feet.
"Shh, be quiet."
"Can you let me see your weapons?"
Goethe asked with a smile.
"Of course!"
The predator nodded repeatedly and took out all the weapons on his body, including a homemade iron pipe pistol, a dagger, two sticks of explosives and a rusty thick-backed machete.
Goethe looked at the other party's frightened look and felt that something was a little abnormal.
Although when he decided to enter the 'clinic', Goethe asked [Blood Crow Spirit] to inquire about it. There were naturally rumors about him, but Goethe did not pay attention.
It wasn't until he actually showed up that he suddenly realized that these guys seemed to be serious.
I really thought of him as the rumored villain.
Moreover, while being afraid of him, he was also extremely... worshipful.
The kind of worship of the strong that arises from being preyed on by the weak!
It's like a group of people suffering from Stockholm Syndrome.
Just like the predator in front of me.
Goethe could clearly see the burning heat in the other person's eyes.
However, this did not prevent Goethe from touching these weapons one by one.
Finally, he picked up his original target: the rusty thick-backed machete.
[Thick-back machete (rusty): As a once-sharp weapon, it was deeply loved by its original owner. The other party used it to obtain food, money and houses, until it was shot down by the descendant of the 'Prophet', and the
This thick-backed machete also became a trophy of this descendant of the 'Prophet'. After this descendant of the 'Prophet' who did not know his identity used it to chop off the original owner's head, he was accidentally cut by the rusty blade.
The palm of my hand...]
[Get bloody honor x1]
…
Sure enough, it's here!
Based on the divination just now, Goethe confirmed that [Bloody Honor] was nearby and immediately narrowed the area again.
'Clinic'!
This answer surprised Goethe.
It also made Goethe very happy.
The result of the divination was correct, and it also proved that his previous guess was correct.
The bloodline that the 'Mad King' left in the world before us was not just the three people who were strung together and placed at the top of the 'Fortress of Doomsday'.
The other party has more blood descendants left behind.
Even if those descendants have died.
But it was enough for Goethe.
He will definitely be able to obtain more [Bloody Honors].
For example: this thick-backed machete in front of me.
However, Goethe, who put the thick-backed machete back into the opponent's hand, did not turn around and leave immediately.
He was too conspicuous at the moment.
It would be too suspicious to just turn around and leave.
Although there is a high probability that the drug-addled predators around him will not guess anything, it will make the doctors and nurses suspicious.
Even if Goethe can explain it, once the seeds of doubt are planted, it is difficult to uproot them.
What's more, his 'attending doctor' is not that easy to fool.
Therefore, Goethe needed to make everything make sense, and... let the doctor admit that they were 'the same kind'!
The next moment——
"A very nice weapon!"
"I thought it should have been extremely sharp at first, but without sharpening, it became rusty!"
"Just like you right now..."
"Do you want to be such a dull knife?"
Goethe, who was admiring, suddenly changed the subject and looked at the predator who was missing an arm.
"I, I..."
The predators were at a loss.
"You lose an arm, you give up."
"But why don't you think about it, have those guys who made you lose your arm given up?"
"Are you going to start regretting why you gave up in the first place only after you really lost everything and started picking up trash?"
Goethe looked at the other party, picked up the thick-backed machete again, and gently turned it into a sword.
"And what about the guys who caused you to lose your arm?"
"They eat steak, drink red wine, and talk, but not a word about you - because you are no longer worth mentioning."
"You have long been forgotten."
"Even, you are already dead."
"He did not die on the battlefield where he could have fought for a way to survive, but died in a corner without any name, and might even become the food for those mutated creatures."
"Is this the result you want?"
Goethe looked into the other person's eyes.
"No!"
"This is not what I want!"
"I don't want this outcome!"
The predator shook his head. The anger and the remaining medicine in the opponent's body made the opponent's cheeks turn red, and even his eyes began to turn red.
Goethe laughed.
A ferocious smile appeared at the corner of his cracked mouth.
He handed the thick-backed machete back to the other party.
"Then what are you waiting for?"
Goethe said this and jumped up to the front desk of the 'clinic'. He looked at the other disabled predators in the 'clinic' and shouted loudly -
"What are you waiting for?"
"Awaiting death?"
"It's not like you haven't tried it before?"
"You were already prepared in this way when you started the war with the 'Fortress of Doom', but now? You have backed down again, which makes your previous bravery worthless!"
"It also makes your lives worthless!"
"You are injured, you are disabled."
"But you're not dead yet!"
"Then why don't you try again?"
"You have guns and knives in your hands, and you are familiar with the situation of the war at this moment!"
"And, you can join forces!"
"Go! Go!"
"Go try it again!"
"Go get everything you deserve!"
"Hey hey hahaha!"
The shouts were followed by bursts of laughter.
And such wild laughter seemed to give these disabled predators "new life". These predators who were already wandering in despair and at a loss made a decision.
The predator who was the first to talk to Goethe packed up his equipment and walked outside the clinic, while the other person was talking to him.
"Does anyone want to join me?"
"I!"
"Count me in!"
"And me!"
The looters followed out one by one.
The immobile predators also struggled to stand up.
They sensed ‘opportunity’!
A chance to turn around!
The maimed marauders set out to return to the battlefield.
Goethe's maniacal laughter echoed in the 'clinic'.
The nurses were so frightened that their faces turned pale.
Camila was breathing rapidly and had to take deep breaths several times before she regained her original state.
She hesitated for a moment and walked towards Goethe.
"Mr. Clown, please don't hinder me from treating patients and leave my clinic."
The doctor said this.
His eyes were filled with vigilance.
She wants to ensure her own safety.
A scalpel already appeared in her hand.
Two 'Defender' robots have picked up miniguns.
But to Camilla's surprise, Goethe didn't do anything drastic. Instead, he took off his coat in front of her, exposing the hideous wound on his abdomen.
"My intestines fell out, I stuffed them back in, I sewed my belly shut, but they didn't come together."
Goethe spoke while gesturing with his hands on his abdomen.
His calm tone and serious expression revealed more madness.
This time, even Camilla couldn't bear it.
The doctor took a step back.
Goethe jumped off the bar and walked towards the other party.
"Don't come over here!"
A scalpel appeared in Camila's hand.
"Are you going to operate on me right away?"
"Am I going to lie here?"
"Or here?"
Goethe smiled playfully and pointed to the table at the front desk and then to the chairs beside him.
"Give me a ward!"
"I don't want the number 13."
"I hate this number."
"I want to go to No. 6, that's a good number."
Goethe's seemingly casual words made Camilla's knuckles turn white while holding the scalpel.
Seen through?
When did he find out?
The uncertainty in her heart made Camilla even more afraid to act rashly.
Listening to Camilla's heartbeat, Goethe breathed a sigh of relief.
It should be done!
After using [Blood Raven Spirit] to explore the entire 'clinic' and discovering some little secrets, Goethe completely gave up on telling Camilla that he was introduced by Astrid.
Because it's not safe.
Carmilla is obviously far more than Astrid described.
The danger level is far too much.
It is different from the superficial madness of others in the wasteland.
Camilla, the doctor, is crazy in her bones.
Otherwise, I wouldn't be chopping those bastards into pieces with such excitement in my eyes and bursts of happy laughter from my mouth.
Goethe could not trust himself to such a person.
Who knows what terrible things could happen.
But he really needs a doctor.
As for finding another doctor?
Goethe could not guarantee that those doctors were also normal.
In other words, it is safer than Camilla.
At least Camilla still has a ray of reason amid her madness and has her own bottom line.
The remaining guys may not have done anything for fame or money.
There must be many people eyeing his current 'clown' head.
So, he chose Camilla.
Then here comes the problem!
Question: What should you do if you want a madman to help you sincerely?
Almost instantly, the answer appeared in Goethe's mind.
Become like each other.
Moreover, he is even crazier than the other party.
From the current point of view, Goethe has done well.
In room 6, the nurse brought a sedative.
"unnecessary."
Goethe refused.
Camilla waved her hand, signaling the nurse to take away the sedative, and directly cut through the sutures with a scalpel, leaving Goethe's abdomen completely open.
The doctor glanced at Goethe.
I found Goethe lying there calmly, humming an unknown tune.
Even when she took out the other party's intestines and sewed them up, there was no change at all.
The trembling is not the hands.
It's the heart that's trembling.
Camilla held Goethe's intestines in her hands and suddenly asked.
"Why did you do that?"
Goethe, who had been enduring the pain and pretending to be fine, almost cursed.
But, I didn't dare.
His intestines were being held by the other party.
Goethe, whose mind was spinning rapidly, stuck out his tongue, licked the corners of his split mouth, and spoke in that unique voice.
"Because creating a little commotion, breaking the original order, and making everything chaotic will make everything fair!"
"fair?"
Camilla murmured and paused slightly with her hands.
Goethe was so frightened that Camilla continued to ask.
"Are you crazy because of fairness?"
"No, no."
"You see, madness is like gravity, sometimes all it takes is a little nudge."
Goethe spread his hands and looked at Camilla with sincerity in his eyes.
"One push?"
"Madness is born?"
"Crazy attracts each other?"
Camilla continued to murmur.
Something is obviously wrong with this look.
But to Goethe's relief, the other party did not ask any more questions, and the sewing speed accelerated.
When it was all over, the doctor left.
The nurse brought the treatment needle.
In other words, after placing two treatment needles two meters away from Goethe, he ran out.
Goethe checked it and confirmed that it was a real therapeutic needle.
The moment he raised his hand to inject, Goethe felt that his recovery was speeding up.
Health is coming.
This was something that made Goethe happy.
But sometimes, there are always some people who will disappoint you.
Outside the 'clinic', three sailboat-like 'towns' came quickly and immediately surrounded the 'clinic'.
