Under the warm sunshine, Goethe lay flat on the sofa, his eyes slightly narrowed with thoughts.
Whether it was Woody's paranoia or Van Der Sar's viciousness, they were all seen in his eyes.
However, Goethe didn't care about this.
What he cares about is Seth!
Innocent Seth!
Under the design of those two guys, the innocent Seth chose the old magic potion and refined the poisonous potion he had seen once in the alchemy classroom - in the memory of 'Moor Dodd', Goethe had seen this potion.
I have even watched the complete refining process, and it can be said that Seth's technique was absolutely perfect.
There is no doubt that the other party is imitating Moore Dodd!
As for why?
Naturally, they want to create a situation where the 'Potion and Alchemy Classroom' is separated from the 'Academy'.
Or rather...
Use this to find an opportunity to control the 'college'.
Judging from the words of the old woman Van Der Sar, it seems that this is not the first time that the other party has done this.
Before, the old woman failed.
This time?
The other party still failed.
Because, even if ‘Mole Dodd’ is resurrected, it will be impossible to refine the [Elixir of Life] again.
etc!
【Elixir of Life】?!
The hidden rules of the ‘Academy’ are ‘changes in life and death’?!
Goethe, who grasped the key point, suddenly sat upright.
"For unknown reasons, Moldodd refined the [Elixir of Life], so the entire potion and alchemy classroom were separated from the 'Academy'."
"What if it's the 'Elixir of Life'?"
"There is a high probability that Moore Dodd will master the rules of the 'Academy'...right?"
Goethe thought and shook his head subconsciously.
The ‘Mad King’ is sometimes quite blind and arrogant, but he is not really stupid and must have some back-up preparations.
It's like Moldodd turned into a golden hamster.
Maybe it's because Moore Dodd used the "Elixir of Life" to experiment on white rats.
Maybe it’s the ‘Mad King’’s back-up plan?
No one can guarantee this.
But the result will not change: Moore Dodd became a hamster, lost important memories, and became similar to a real hamster, living in the darkness.
And he borrowed the [Spirit of Blood Crow] and took the [Elixir of Immortality].
result?
Naturally, this is a good result.
It's more than that.
Moore Dodd also provided an idea for the current Goethe: to obtain the "life and death" of the "academy" in a way that transcends "life and death".
It's hard for others.
For Goethe, who has the talent of [time retrieval], it is a very simple matter.
The only thing to consider is...
Is it worth it?
Before he knew exactly what the 'life and death' rules of the 'Academy' were, Goethe could not make an accurate judgment - if it was the kind of 'life and death' rules he understood, everything would naturally be worth it.
But what if not?
Or even, in the end, only props like [Key to the Master (Paradise Hotel)] will appear?
That's blood loss.
So, just to be on the safe side.
Goethe chose to use a slightly complicated method that did not consume himself.
Of course!
If someone is willing to help him explore the way, he will be more than happy.
After all, he doesn't have much of anything now, he just has a lot of 'time'.
He, Goethe, is the seed of immortality.
Gah, gah!
[Inferior blood crows] flew back one by one while shouting.
Nothing gained.
Cats, dogs, hamsters, rabbits, no.
There is also no backpack that might exist.
Naturally, there are no compressed biscuits, water, or canned food.
This result made Goethe rub his temples.
"You won't have to eat canned food again, right?"
"No!"
"There is only one can left. It is considered a necessary rare material. It can only be compressed biscuits."
Goethe frowned slightly when he thought of the smell of compressed biscuits.
He plans to change the way he eats.
"Jerry, go bake a compressed biscuit and add more cumin and chili pepper."
Goethe ordered.
The female hotel manager sprang into action.
What's it like?
It’s hard to describe in one word.
Anyway, Goethe eliminated baked compressed biscuits from his recipe - you can never imagine that the originally dry compressed biscuits will become drier and harder after being baked, even if cumin and chili are used.
“Maybe I should try the tahini dip next time?”
Goethe thought as he walked towards the long and narrow corridor.
Squeak!
The door to the 'Paradise Hotel' opens again
Van der Sar, wearing a dark sarong, was standing outside the hotel door, waving to Goethe with a smile.
"Good morning, Moore Dodd."
The old woman is quite polite.
But this does not change the other party's cruelty.
Goethe could still remember the scene in which the dark sarong had sucked blood, mummies, various poisonous powders, ritual traces, soil, etc. into the skirt just now. He always felt that there was a bottomless pit under the skirt.
"Good morning."
Goethe nodded in response.
"What do you think about it?"
The old woman asked impatiently.
"not enough."
"That's not fair to me."
Goethe said this.
The old woman was startled.
"What's unfair?"
"A secret in exchange for a secret, it's fair!"
The old woman emphasized, as if to increase the persuasiveness of her words, she also raised her hands, and at the same time raised a finger, and moved the two fingers left and right to indicate the fairness of one-for-one exchange.
Goethe laughed.
He followed the old woman's example, raised his hands and raised his fingers.
However, it is the middle finger.
"you?"
The old woman's expression changed and she subconsciously moved forward.
However, immediately, the old woman stopped and stopped abruptly.
"The prerequisite for fair trade is equality between both parties!"
"And look now!"
"You don't even dare to set foot in my 'hotel', but you keep saying that you have a fair deal with me - this kind of fairness itself is unfair to me."
Goethe leaned against the front desk of the hotel and shrugged.
"Moore Dodd, you were not like this before."
The smell of tea appeared again on the old woman's body, and her eyes turned red when she looked at Goethe.
Goethe sighed and said softly.
"Van der Sar, you were never this old before."
These words were like a critical blow, causing the old woman's body to tremble and her voice to become shrill.
"You said that even if I get old and ugly, you will never change your feelings towards me."
"Sorry, I made a mistake."
"When I look at you now, I always think of you in the past, which makes me even more unable to face you now - forty-two years, for you, it is passing away bit by bit, but for me
But it changes in an instant. In my impression, you will always be eighteen, but in fact you are now sixty, which makes me look at you as if I were looking at a stranger."
"I'm sorry, facing you like this, I can only make a mistake."
"Because, I feel like if I gave the same commitment to you now as I do to you as I remember you, then it would make me feel like I'm not being true to you as I remember you."
Goethe sighed and pretended to talk about his difficulties.
In fact?
He just wanted to see if Vandel Sar could look young again.
He wanted to test how much burden Vandel Sar would put on his opponent by returning to his youthful appearance.
"I am who I am, what's the difference?"
Van der Sar pointed to himself.
"It's different."
Goethe shook his head.
Huh, huh.
The old woman's breathing quickened.
However, the old woman did not change back to her youthful appearance, which made Goethe a little disappointed.
"The burden is heavier than expected?"
"Is there still a time limit?"
Goethe guessed and did not answer. He waited quietly.
"good!"
"Since it's unfair, how do you want to exchange it?"
The old woman finally said this.
"I want the secret about 'Principal' Modeus - everything you know, you need to tell me."
Goethe said.
After hesitating for a moment, the old woman nodded.
"Can."
"I also want to know the list of spies currently in the 'Academy'."
Goethe immediately made another request.
"Can."
The old woman nodded again.
Compared with the first request, this request is not excessive, and it will not cause any harm to her. Of course she doesn't care.
"I need to know the changes in the outside world in the past forty-two years."
"no problem."
This request was even more optional, and the old woman agreed without even thinking about it.
"besides……"
"besides?"
The old woman frowned. She felt that Goethe was a little greedy.
Goethe smiled and spread his hands.
"The last one!"
"I haven't had steaming food for a long time. Now I even miss the cafeteria of the 'college'. If there is one more self-sufficient 'college', it shouldn't be too much, right?"
The old woman stared at Goethe.
More serious and serious than ever before.
Even ferocious.
"The 'Academy' is mine!"
"This is yours!"
"We all have our own territory. If you dare to enter the 'Academy', we will fight to the death. Believe me, after leaving the 'Paradise Hotel', you have no advantage over me."
The other party said harshly.
"Of course! Of course!"
Goethe agreed repeatedly.
Then, the conversation changed and he said:
"Since you have divided the territory, I will stay in my territory, but I think I should eat some fresh vegetables, fruits, meat, and wheat. How about you send me a few carts?"
"Okay, it will be delivered before sunset."
Van der Sar made his promise.
Then, the old woman felt that her words just now were too harsh, and she immediately whispered.
"Sorry, Moore Dodd."
"Forty-two years have passed, and too many things have happened. For me, the 'Academy' is no longer the original mission goal. I cannot change my paranoia about it."
"I understand!"
Goethe said this, and under the surprised look of the old woman, Goethe pointed around.
"It's been forty-two years, and my obsession with it is only deeper than yours, so I know your state very well."
"I would also like to wish you success."
"Because this will allow us to have deeper cooperation."
After speaking, Goethe stepped forward.
He walked to the hotel door.
The distance between him and the old woman shortened to less than 5 meters.
"You know, the world is bigger than it seems."
After Goethe finished speaking, he raised his hand to hold on the door frame and slowly closed the door.
The old woman looked at the closed door, stood quietly for a moment, whispered a few words of Goethe's last words in her mouth, and then turned and left.
Goethe 'watched' the old woman and returned to his sofa.
"Should it inspire greater ambition in you?"
"I hope you can better understand that the 'bigger world' only refers to the world here, instead of thinking that I have discovered more worlds similar to the 'Academy' because I have mastered the 'Paradise Hotel', and I need allies to come.
Help me open up and conquer such a world together - you must not think like this!"
"If you really think so, that's your business, and I didn't say a word."
Goethe whispered to himself.
The 'secret realm' in front of me is different from the previous 'secret realm' world.
In the previous 'Secret Realm', the departure of the 'Mad King' was reasonable.
And because there is an existence similar to an 'academy' in the 'secret realm' in front of us, the departure of the 'Mad King' will most likely be thought that he has found a better place than the 'academy'.
Of course, there must be people speculating on the death of the ‘Mad King’.
But compared to this guess, after seeing the magic of the 'Academy', these people are more inclined to the former.
People, it's always like this.
They only want to see what they want to see.
As for the rest?
Even if you see it.
That is also turning a blind eye.
Even if a disaster is imminent, they will remain stubborn. Just like a writer who relies on inspiration to write and a lady who relies on sexual desire to accept customers, they both have no future, but they are definitely better than writers who rely on sexual desire to write.
It is much better than a lady who relies on inspiration to accept customers - because the former will not have enough to eat at most, while the latter will... kill people.
The more the land is plowed, the fatter it becomes, and the more plowed the cattle are, the thinner they become.
There are only exhausted oxen and no damaged land.
"I kind of want to eat beef."
"I hope that the meat delivered before sunset will include beef, preferably with some potatoes, onions, and potato stew. I haven't tasted it for several days."
Goethe thought so and waited patiently.
In order to have a sumptuous dinner, Goethe did not eat anything at noon, but drank some water. The hotel has water purification equipment, which operates mechanically and mysteriously. It can also purify the black, rancid, rotten river water.
When the sun was about to set, Van der Sar appeared again.
With four strong security guards, he pushed two carts of vegetables, fruits, meat and flour.
"Move everything in."
Van Der Sar said this.
The four security guards looked at Goethe who opened the door with obvious fear, but they were even more afraid of the old woman and began to act obediently.
"Tom, you take them to the storage room."
Goethe had an idea and opened a storage room next to the underground recreation room.
Tom immediately opened the stairs leading down.
Goethe was very concerned about this.
Just like he cared about the rattan box in the old woman's hand.
The box was boxy, about the size of a 16-inch suitcase, and it didn't seem heavy in the old woman's hands.
Noticing Goethe's gaze, the old woman smiled, put the box directly at her feet, and opened the box with a snap.
