Together with the other men in the hall, he watched the surprised Swart and the young maid walk towards the corridor on one side of the hall - where was the staircase leading to the second floor.
It is different from the envy of other men.
Goethe is thinking.
He didn't believe that Ms. Sheila would come to Swart for no reason.
There must be something going on.
While Goethe was thinking, suddenly a paper ball was thrown into his arms.
Quietly opening the ball of paper, it was clearly written on it——
bathroom!
Goethe squeezed his palm and regrouped the note. When everyone's attention was attracted to Swart, he turned and walked towards the bathroom in the corner of the hall.
"here."
Morey's voice came from... the lady's side.
Goethe frowned.
He did not enter immediately, but still stood at the door.
Morey walked out of the bathroom.
The moment he saw Morey, Goethe frowned even more tightly.
even……
He felt the snack he had just eaten churning in his stomach.
Blue skirt, white shawl, heavily made-up face, especially the scarlet lips, not to mention the unshaven stubble on the lips. The hair has obviously been taken care of, but it is of average quality and should be made into a better shape.
It has a natural curly shape, but it looks more like a chicken coop at the moment. He is holding a parasol in his hand. After seeing Goethe, Morey with this appearance blinked at Goethe.
vomit!
Goethe really couldn't hold it back.
Ever since he learned that he was going to meet Morey at the Garden Club tonight, Goethe had imagined more than once what it would be like when the two parties met, but Goethe would never have imagined that this meeting would be like this.
When he met Morey for the first time, he was wearing a black tuxedo, a white shirt, and a stacked front. Even though his arms were gray, he could still tell that he was a gentleman.
And now?
It's a complete perversion.
"I'm sorry for letting you see me like this!"
As he said that, Morey held up his skirt apologetically.
Seeing Morey's skillful appearance, Goethe subconsciously took a step back.
"Please believe me, I have no interest in wearing women's clothing. I dress up like this because I have no choice but to do so."
Morey said embarrassedly, and then, seemingly subconsciously, he made a shy expression.
If a girl makes such an expression, it must be pleasing to the eye.
But a middle-aged man can do it...
vomit!
Goethe retched again as a sign of respect.
"I don't discriminate against anyone's hobbies, as long as they don't affect others."
Goethe, who did not want to get entangled in this issue, emphasized his own force field.
Then, he said immediately.
"Can you tell everything now?"
After saying this, Goethe no longer cared about his nausea and stared straight at Morey.
Morey blinked.
Goethe only found it annoying.
However, I still didn't give up.
"You asked Swart to investigate me in the afternoon."
Morey did not answer immediately, but asked instead.
"I don't want to throw away my life casually."
Goethe nodded curtly.
"Be careful and cautious may not necessarily lead to a longer life, but it is enough to make people look at you differently - a month ago, Luster was responsible for the extraordinary official person and two assistants, and the entire team of three people was wiped out!"
"The last thing marked on their diary is 'Mist Murderer'!"
“And where ‘The Mist’ will appear is at the Garden Club tonight!”
Morey said, but Goethe frowned.
Previously, the official person responsible for the extraordinary was killed, and Goethe had some guesses.
The one who killed them was the ‘Mist Murderer’, Goethe could also guess.
It’s understandable that ‘Slayer in the Mist’ appears in the Garden Club.
But he doesn't understand why Morey is so sure that the 'Small Killer' will appear at the Garden Club tonight.
Seemingly sensing Goethe's doubts, Morey immediately gave the answer.
"Divination!"
Goethe was startled.
This was an answer he had never thought of.
Is divination so omnipotent?
If so, wouldn’t it be better to just find the ‘Mist Killer’?
Why is it so troublesome?
"Divination is not a panacea, especially the results of divination, which require extremely professional people to interpret - if the 'Mist Murderer' hadn't killed Alan Crowley and his two assistants, the master would have
I won’t take action.”
Morey immediately explained.
"Um."
Goethe, who did not understand the extraordinary power, could only nod his head. Although he yearned for this power more and more, Goethe knew that this was not the best time to ask.
So, he went on to ask: "What about my family? Why did they suffer misfortune?"
Morey's expression immediately became serious.
"This is exactly what I want to explain to you!"
"Goethe Wein, 'Wayne' should not be your last name. Your real last name should be... Modeus!"
"Goethe, Modeus!"
"Of course, this surname is a bit unfamiliar to you. If you change it to a surname that ordinary people understand, you should have heard of it-"
"George!"
Morey said a last name.
"The one imprinted on the coin?"
Goethe was stunned.
When he read the article about the 'Witch's Blessing', he naturally knew that Goethe had an unusual bloodline and was called the 'Mad King', but he never thought that the 'Mad King' turned out to be George I.
"Yes, the one imprinted on the coin is the 'Founder of Tesin', the 'Guardian of the Maga Islands', the 'Son of the Dragon', the 'Man Blessed by the Fairies', the 'Invincible Knight'
, His Majesty King George I.”
Morey said in an unusually respectful tone.
"So I'm considered a royal?"
Goethe joked.
It's not really a joke, it's a cover-up.
To hide the uneasiness in my heart.
Goethe clearly remembered that according to the "Witch's Blessing", he should be the one who ended the "bloodline of the Mad King". And if George I and the "Mad King" were the same person, then who would the current Tesin royal family be?
Counterfeit?
Or is it green?
But, no matter which one it is, look at Morey's respect.
Goethe knew that these were not things he could deal with now.
"I'm afraid this will disappoint you."
"In January 1860, i.D., the royal family and ministers promulgated the "Exile Act" - from then on, the royal family will not recognize any bloodline left by His Majesty George I, because... it is really
Too many!"
"His Majesty is too energetic. According to the royal family's records, he has more than a hundred heirs, not to mention the bloodline left outside. The number is simply staggering."
"So, Goethe, you are not alone. If you include distant relatives, you now have hundreds or even more relatives."
Morey smiled and shook his head.
And Goethe felt even more weird.
The real bloodline of the 'Mad King' has been cut off, but there are hundreds of descendants who have inherited the title of descendant of the 'Mad King'.
This is really extremely ironic.
besides……
‘Witch’!
What happened back then that made the 'Witch' hate the 'Mad King' so much?
Do you wish that the bloodline of the ‘Mad King’ would be cut off?
Goethe was thinking in his heart, while Morey continued.
"The 'Mist Killer' first appeared in the kingdom's capital, Bode."
"He killed five women with special professions by disemboweling them in Bode East District, and then disappeared."
"We tried our best to hunt him down, but found nothing because every time he committed a crime, it was a foggy night, so the other party got the name of the 'Fog Murderer'."
"Just when we thought he disappeared, he appeared again, in Luster..."
Having said this, Morey looked at Goethe specifically before continuing.
"The death of your family should be the revenge of the 'Mist Killer'!"
"The previous pursuit of the 'Mist Murderer' was an order signed by a member of the royal family - the other party could not resist Tesine's royal family, but it could kill the declining bloodline to vent its anger."
"Alan Crowley must have discovered this. He wanted to stop it, but failed and even took his life."
Suddenly, Goethe's face turned cold.
"Well, what should we do now?"
Goethe asked in an indifferent tone.
He once again plays the role of the vengeful boy.
Obviously, Goethe's previous performance was outstanding enough to make this character deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Morey just sighed slightly and did not doubt anything.
"Capture the opponent!"
"or……"
"Kill the opponent!"
Morey said directly.
Then, the official person in charge of Luster guaranteed.
"Of course, as agreed, I will try my best to ensure your safety."
"Besides, that 'murderer in the fog' will definitely come for me."
"According to the other party's tendency to look for special professional women who are young and beautiful, as long as he notices me, he will definitely attack me - don't worry, I have a true identity here: Beatrice, a woman who wants to give
The poor girl had to sign a short-term contract with the garden club while her sister was undergoing medical treatment."
Morey's words are very confident.
He was so confident that Goethe's pretended indifference almost failed him.
"Let's put aside the name Beatrice and the fact that she is young and beautiful. At least she must be a woman, right?"
"Now you look like a pervert who disguises himself as a woman!"
Goethe couldn't help but complain in his heart.
"You still don't understand the 'mysterious side'!"
“I don’t understand ‘supernormal power’ either!”
"Goethe, you know..."
"Potion?"
Goethe's distrust was clearly seen. The next moment, Morey had a test tube in his hand, and then he uncorked the bottle and drank it in one gulp.
In the blink of an eye, Morey changed drastically.
The skin is fair and smooth, exuding a milk-like luster under the light.
The facial features are reduced in proportion to appear delicate and beautiful.
She has an even taller figure, and even the floor-length skirt cannot cover her smooth ankles.
Even the messy hair makes Morey look like a natural beauty at this moment.
As for the make-up that originally looked vulgar, it looked even more wild at this time, like a female leopard lazily climbing up a tree.
Beautiful but dangerous!
Makeup, beauty, and filters are so weak, do you have any!
If you want to look good, you need plastic surgery!
Goethe sighed in his heart.
Moreover, it once again confirms the saying: whether clothes and makeup look good or not, it all depends on your face.
Just like Morey at this time, one face changed everything!
Really beautiful!
Goethe couldn't help but praise her beauty, but then he remembered Morey's appearance before, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
"Let's go!"
"It's our turn!"
Morey's voice also became softer and lighter.
Moreover, he also raised his arms.
But, at this moment, Goethe suddenly thought of something.
"According to the fortune teller, the 'Mist Killer' will definitely appear at the Garden Club tonight?"
