Before, Goethe couldn't figure out why Ms. Silla would look for Swart.
It can't be to win over or seek asylum or anything like that.
This is not Swart's first visit to the Garden Club.
This is not the first time that the other party knows about Swart.
If you wanted to meet, we would have arranged it already.
What's more, given the circle of people the other party comes into contact with, as long as some people are willing to show their courtesy, it will definitely be much easier to use than Swart.
Besides its own rights, what else does Swart have?
money?
Stop joking.
With that Ms. Silla's net worth, if it shrunk ten times, it would be more than enough to kill the nine streets of Swart.
Therefore, Goethe couldn't understand it at all before.
And now Goethe finally understood.
It wasn't that Ms. Sheela who was looking for Swart.
But the ‘Mist Killer’ is looking for Swart!
Why did the other party do this?
Naturally, it is to be able to 'move away' the helpers around him as much as possible, even if the helper looks like a waste.
As for why not go to him directly?
Goethe looked at Morey in women's clothing and couldn't help but take a deep breath.
The 'Mist Killer' was not an idiot. If he were an idiot, it would not have been possible for him to have escaped the official pursuit in the capital 'Bode' and to have killed the official's extraordinary special agent in Luster.
Therefore, the opponent predicted with high probability that Morey would use 'divination' to locate his whereabouts.
Then, the opponent made a bold layout and waited for Morey to jump in.
But...the other party is not sure who Morey is!
Even if the other party knows more about ‘extraordinary’ than he does!
Therefore, he was left behind!
He became the 'bait' to find Morey!
Just like Morey used his method to fish out the 'Mist Killer'!
Between Morey and "The Mist Killer", the roles of hunter and prey are constantly changing.
And him?
It's 'bait' from beginning to end.
It can even be called ‘bait within bait’.
Goethe didn't mind this.
He just hopes that he can live.
Thinking of this, Goethe stopped.
"Morey, I think we should change the way we play!"
He said this.
…
Garden Club, in the lobby.
The people who were whispering once again paused briefly.
Everyone's eyes were drawn to the lady who appeared at the corner of the hall.
That delicate and beautiful face eclipsed the bright lights in the hall.
Especially the men, whose eyes were firmly fixed on the lady in the blue skirt at this moment.
As for the ladies who originally looked pretty good around me?
They were good before, but as the lady in the blue skirt appeared, they became extremely ordinary, even ugly.
They looked at each other, and suddenly their eyes froze.
Who is the man holding this lady's hand?
Why does this lady look so shy?
Also, why were they walking towards the door?
Then--
"Go to the Pine Nut Hotel."
Goethe's voice was clearly heard in the hall.
The Songzi Hotel, the best and most expensive hotel in Luster, is located in the Songzi District where the aristocrats and rich people live. The environment is beautiful, clean and very safe. Not only are the police patrolling 24 hours a day, the aristocrats and rich people
The private bodyguards made it a restricted area for some people.
What would a man and a woman do when they go to the best and most expensive hotel in the city?
The answer is self-evident.
Suddenly, all the men felt disappointed.
The ladies around him were filled with jealousy.
"It's just a short-term contract employee who comes to work on the first day. What's so big about it?"
"Yeah, it's nothing special!"
"that is!"
The moment those words filled with jealousy rang out, the ladies realized that the men around them were becoming more and more uncomfortable.
It was only then that the ladies realized what a stupid thing they had done.
Normally, they would never do such a thing, but jealousy is disgusting and even more confusing.
They regretted it deeply.
But, it's too late.
The lady in blue is destined to be the focus tonight.
Wheel and wheel.
The wheels of the carriage rolled over the smooth stone road and headed quickly towards the Pine Nut Hotel.
In the carriage, Morey first lit a stick of incense, then quickly made several gestures that were impossible for ordinary people to make, and then said softly: "You can talk now."
"Were you blocking out the sound just now?"
Goethe asked curiously.
This is not a pretense, he is really curious about supernatural power.
"It's not just isolation, it's disguise."
"If someone wants to hear it, they can hear what they want to hear."
"And this will benefit our future plans."
Morey explained, and then looked at Goethe with a rather appreciative look.
After Goethe told his conjecture in the most concise language, Morey immediately agreed to Goethe's plan.
As the current official specialist in Luster, he knows the cunningness of the 'Mist Killer' better than Goethe.
"You are very smart, smarter than I thought, and you react very quickly..."
"So, I hope our cooperation can go deeper."
As he spoke, Morey stared at Goethe.
Goethe frowned.
It’s not that we are against in-depth cooperation.
But the way Morey looks now really makes him feel awkward.
A girl who looks as beautiful as a flower is actually an old man in his forties with gray hair on both temples. Sitting across from you and having an in-depth communication with you is like being forced to eat canned herrings.
I was going to have some fruit after the meal, but I found that the fruit after the meal was like durian.
That taste...
I just saw a shit stick!
Goethe had to look away from Morey and began to adjust his thoughts.
“It’s okay to cooperate in depth, but what can I get?”
"Can I learn these extraordinary powers?"
Goethe, who had quickly adjusted, asked directly.
It's not that he doesn't know how to be roundabout, but Goethe thinks that under the current situation, it's better to be direct.
"Can."
"The prerequisite is that you have talent!"
"If you don't have talent, even if you learn it... the effect will not be as good as a revolver, unless you want to perform tricks on the street."
Morey also answered directly. After a pause, he continued: "In addition to learning extraordinary power, you can also get a good weekly salary. Of course, you also need to work for it."
"Like this now?"
Goethe asked.
"That's how it is now."
Morey nodded.
"That's really extremely dangerous!"
Goethe answered this.
“Efforts always pay off!”
“And, here, the rewards often outweigh the effort!”
Morey emphasized.
Goethe did not speak again this time.
He believes that efforts will be rewarded, but there is no more expression for Morey's statement that the rewards exceed the efforts - because, according to the current situation, every time you have to bear the risk of life, no matter how much reward you get,
, which is also reasonable.
At the same time, the carriage stopped.
The Pine Nut Hotel has arrived.
Morey first pulled his hair, then tugged on his skirt, and stepped out of the carriage with a disheveled look.
Looking at the coachman's meaningful smile, Goethe took a deep breath and threw the 1 silver rope over.
This is not the market price.
It's the garden club price.
As expensive as ever.
However, Goethe believed that it would be worth every penny.
In fact, this is also true.
Just when Goethe and Morey were about to enter the hotel arm in arm, a layer of mist appeared not far away.
The next moment, the mist turned into thick fog, rushing towards them like a tide.
Goethe seemed frightened, and with a panicked look on his face, he dragged Morey and ran towards the Pine Nut Hotel.
However, the fog came too quickly.
All of a sudden, the two of them were wrapped up in it.
Facing this scene, Morey smiled.
The ‘Mist Killer’ finally took the bait!
Without hesitation, Morey took out a scroll from under his skirt and tore it open.
Brilliance blooms.
The thick fog was suddenly dispersed.
"ah!"
A scream sounded vaguely in Goethe's ears. It seemed to be far away, but it also seemed to be very close. Goethe was completely unable to rely on this sound to judge the location, but Morey could grasp it instantly.
"I'll be right back!"
After leaving such a sentence, Morey rushed out.
The speed amazed Goethe, and in a breath, Morey's figure disappeared.
However, there was a commotion at the end of the street.
Bang, bang!
Two gunshots rang out, and the two patrolmen who had been patrolling just fell to the ground. Seven or eight figures holding firearms appeared in Goethe's field of vision.
"Kill him!"
When these people saw Goethe, they shouted.
Goethe glanced behind him, then calmly opened the door and walked into the nearby Pine Nut Hotel. Looking at the normal and calm front desk waiter, he said: "Give me a room!"
