Goethe recited this word he heard for the first time and kept it firmly in his mind.
Then, he asked directly.
"Can people with insufficient or no talent use 'extraordinary power'?"
Goethe asked this question before.
Faced with this repeated question, Morey's answer was still affirmative.
However, it is more detailed.
"certainly!"
"It's just that it takes a long time and effort, even enduring extreme pain, and then... you will find that the rewards are completely out of proportion to the effort!"
"People without talent, even if they have been 'baptized', will only be slightly stronger and faster than ordinary people. But with the same time and energy, if you invest in it, you will get greater gains."
"Therefore, most of the 'trainee secret keepers' who go to the headquarters will be incorporated into the action team's support or logistics after confirming that they have no talent."
Having said this, Morey glanced at Goethe, who was frowning and silent, and continued.
"In fact, many 'trainee secret keepers' who have no talent or insufficient talent are unwilling to give up. They have tried it, and then some of them have recognized the reality, and some of them..."
"What's wrong?"
Goethe asked.
"Dead!"
Morey said in a deep voice.
Suddenly, Goethe narrowed his eyes.
By this time, Goethe believed that Morey would not deceive him.
But judging from the information in front of him, obtaining extraordinary power is more difficult and dangerous than he imagined!
And, more importantly...
Most likely he has no talent!
Involuntarily, Goethe looked at [Heart] in the attribute column!
The huge 0 is particularly dazzling at this time.
Goethe's intuition told him that there is a close relationship between "heart" and "extraordinary".
If that's the case, that's really bad!
Goethe's frown deepened.
Seeing this scene, Morey immediately comforted him.
"This world is not fair."
“Even if it seems fair, there’s a hidden price tag.”
"So, we just need to be ourselves!"
"and……"
"I'm optimistic about you!"
Morey patted Goethe's shoulder hard, showed a smile, and said: "You give me a very special feeling. This kind of feeling can only be found in those who have 'talent'."
"So, just relax for now!"
"After all, you are about to have a very long and very dangerous life."
"The probationary period of the 'Keeper of Secrets'?"
Goethe immediately guessed what Morey was talking about.
As for the special feeling Morey mentioned?
He defaults to it as comfort.
"Um."
"The 'trainee period' when a leader is injured and cannot provide immediate support is far more dangerous than imagined!"
Morey emphasized.
Then, before Goethe could speak, Morey added.
"However, because of this, your weekly salary is 4 gold grams, and you will be reimbursed 50 gold grams every month. At the same time, I will find a teacher for you to learn the 'Transcendent Language' - Kyle will
With you."
"The same age group you met at Black Sail Security Company this morning."
"He is a nice young man like you."
good?
Goethe recalled the indifference and hostility of the young man this morning, and couldn't help curling his lips.
Morey, on the other hand, continued to exhort as if he didn't see it.
"I need to recuperate for about a month. In the next month, you and Kyle will be responsible for the 'special case' that happened in Luster."
"If something happens that cannot be dealt with, publish a cat-hunting message in the Luster Daily News that day - looking for a pure black, seven-year-old cat, and the reward is 1 gold gram, 11 silver cords and 7 copper horns.
And signed 'xyz'."
"When I see it, I will take the initiative to look for you."
"Do you have any more questions?"
After speaking, Morey looked at Goethe.
"Do we need to check the lair of the 'Mist Killer' again?"
Goethe asked.
Immediately, a smile appeared on Morey's face.
Appreciation appeared in the eyes of the Luster official responsible for the extraordinary.
"At No. 32 Xiaoduliang Street."
As the other party said this, he walked to the window and opened it.
Before climbing out of the window, the other party suddenly remembered something and said something else.
"Remember, starting tomorrow, go to '10 Fevry Street' at three o'clock in the afternoon to find Mrs. Burns. She will teach you 'Superlative Language'. Don't be late!"
After saying that, the other party jumped out of the window.
By the time Goethe rushed to the window, Morey was no longer around in the night.
You know, this is the 8th floor!
And Morey was injured!
But even so, he still did things that ordinary people couldn't do!
“Is this ‘extraordinary’ power?”
Goethe murmured softly.
There is more yearning for this power in my heart.
This is true even though he probably has no talent.
Giving up without trying is not Goethe's style.
Moreover, even if he fails, Goethe still has a trump card...
【Bloody Honor】!
Even if he cannot obtain extraordinary power, it can still allow him to protect himself at this stage!
Goethe glanced at the [Bloody Honor] with only one copy left, immediately picked up his coat, checked the two revolvers, the bullets and the dagger inserted in his trouser leg, and walked downstairs.
He is going to No. 32 Xiaoduliang Street.
I just asked Morey about the lair of the 'Mist Killer'. It's not that Goethe is dedicated to his job, but that Goethe hopes to find more [bloody honors], and what better place than the lair of the 'Mist Killer'?
.
Goethe was even prepared to see his "relative corpses" there.
And when Goethe arrived at No. 32 Little Durian Street in the Songzi Hotel's carriage, he was surprised to find that Swart was already at the scene.
The police chief didn't look very happy at this time, with a gloomy face and gauze wrapped around his head.
When he saw Goethe coming to ask questions, he managed to squeeze out a smile on his gloomy face.
"Hi, Goethe."
The other party said hello.
After Goethe nodded, he looked at the gauze.
Suddenly, the police chief sighed.
"I didn't see Ms. Silla. I was knocked unconscious as soon as I entered the room. When I woke up, I was woken up by my own people. They said you asked them to rescue me."
The police chief said with regret.
“What good luck!”
Goethe looked at Swart, who had completely forgotten about the risks he might take because of the existence of Ms. Silla, and couldn't help but sigh.
In his original guess, Swart was most likely gone.
Even if he is alive, he is at least seriously injured, nothing like this, just a scratch on his skin.
But Swart didn't notice Goethe's exclamation at all, and he continued talking.
"Then, an order just came from the police station, asking me to cooperate with you and that Kyle to take charge of special cases."
Swart looked at Goethe questioningly.
As for doubts?
Swart, who was not stupid, was not confused and naturally guessed what happened between Goethe and Morey.
And him?
Just cooperate.
Goethe, on the other hand, was surprised by Morey's speed.
"perhaps……"
"Morey should have arranged everything before meeting me."
After reacting, Goethe was slightly startled and then returned to normal.
Morey's approach did not displease Goethe.
Because the more the other party behaves like this, the more it shows the firmness of the 'cooperation' between the two parties.
This is what Goethe wanted.
At least……
That's it now.
Facing Swart, who already roughly understood, Goethe did not explain any more.
His attention was completely focused on No. 32 Little Durian Street in front of him.
It's only one block away from Durian Street.
The bustling Durian Street is where you can also watch freshmen and sophomores.
However, unlike the rich nightlife of Durian Street, this place should be very lively during the day. Shops are lined up one after another, with neat stone floors in front of the doors and towering gas street lamps.
But at this time, the cast iron lamp of No. 32 had already been bent more than ninety degrees, and the entire No. 32 was even more dilapidated. The signboard of 'Beard Grocery' was broken into three sections, half of the second floor collapsed, and the first floor was full of damaged pits.
It was like two angry bulls were thrown into the hole, and they struggled all day and night.
Inside the house, blood could be seen everywhere, and five corpses were staggering around along with the scattered goods.
Goethe stepped inside.
First, he looked around carefully, then squatted down to inspect the five corpses.
