People who often dig pits tend to dig themselves into them - Goethe knew this, so after saying this with seemingly good intentions, Goethe stood up and left.
After wandering around the market formed by the "convoy" twice, Goethe once again purchased some cans and books that he was interested in.
Naturally, Goethe paid.
After taking over the 'Paradise Hotel', all the coins accumulated in the hotel became Goethe's.
He was not rich, but he was rich enough to buy cans and books at the market.
As for those weird handicrafts?
Goethe just glanced at it.
That high price, any one item, can reduce his worth by half at this moment.
More importantly, although these 'handicrafts' that look very much like 'paranormal objects' are exquisitely made, none of them truly possess extraordinary power.
To put it simply, they are all fake.
It is precisely because of this that Goethe called it a 'handicraft'.
Looking away from a statue with seven arms, four legs, and a plump female body, Goethe took Jerry and prepared to leave - I have to admit that the other party's carving was really superb, making the entire statue extremely lifelike.
Every detail appears.
pity……
Too expensive!
With this sigh, Goethe stayed away from the market.
Ever since Goethe appeared, he has been the focus of everyone's attention.
As he left, the attention did not decrease, but became more and more.
Those teachers and students who didn't know what was going on asked about Goethe's identity.
Those teachers who know some inside information are very taboo among students, and they keep silent when faced with colleagues and classmates' inquiries.
And those teachers and students who had dealt with Goethe conveyed the 'news' in their own way - not only the 'one-day tour group', but also the flight attendants, all of whom had dual identities.
Conductor Edward turned a blind eye to this.
This is the result of a compromise between many parties.
Some things are more reassuring if they are placed in the light than in the dark.
However, there are other things that need to be ‘reminded’.
"What do you think?"
Conductor Edward asked Van der Sar.
After Goethe left, the old woman came back again and sat where Goethe once sat.
"What do you think?"
The old woman raised her hand to signal the 'college' security guard to bring another tea set, while pretending to be confused.
Conductor Edward didn't point it out. He waited for the security guard of the 'college' to bring the tea set and poured tea for the old woman himself before continuing: "Of course it's Moldodd's business."
"Compared to us, you should be the one who knows him best."
"I didn't expect that he actually succeeded."
Speaking of this, conductor Edward sighed.
In the royal advisory group, there was more than one discussion about ‘Moore Dodd’.
After all, as one of the early chess pieces sent out, Moldodd has always been very good. He not only conveyed enough information, but also caused divisions in the 'college'.
The focus of every discussion is naturally on the latter.
How did Moore Dodd divide the ‘college’.
Can this scenario be replicated again?
But no one imagined that Moore Dodd succeeded.
Therefore, when the successful Moore Dodd appeared, conductor Edward could already imagine the expressions of those self-proclaimed smart guys in the royal advisory group.
He was looking forward to this.
Conductor Edward did not hide his expression.
He knew very well that there was no need to hide when facing the woman opposite him.
And in a place where he couldn't see, Goethe, who was observing everything with the help of the [Blood Crow Spirit], had a deeper understanding of the 'secret realm' in front of him.
The imperial royal family has never been monolithic.
Just like the entire empire, after experiencing the 'Bulk Expedition', the contradictions hidden by the prosperity gradually came to the fore. If it were not for the 'academy' to divert attention, a bigger dispute would have erupted long ago.
Or rather...
"In order to divert conflicts, the emperor of the empire consciously guided all this?"
Goethe guessed in his heart, while his eyes continued to stare at the conversation between the two.
"I didn't think he would succeed either."
"Believe me, when I first saw him, I was far more surprised than you think - because I thought I was very close to him and knew all his secrets."
"But when he appeared in front of me again, I realized..."
"Everything is what I think it is."
The old woman picked up the black tea and showed a wry smile.
After taking a sip, the old woman continued.
"He concealed enough things, but what he revealed was true. Under the witness of the 'contract', there is no doubt about this."
The old woman told conductor Edward what he cared about most.
After hearing the old woman's words, conductor Edward nodded slightly.
The conductor was calculating in his mind, but he didn't stop talking.
"What about the 'Philosopher's Stone'?"
"It should be somewhere."
The old woman answered like this.
Some of it was perfunctory, and more of it was testing.
she said.
"This needs to be found by His Majesty's people, but we cannot find it. Moreover, compared to the 'Philosopher's Stone', I am more concerned about things related to the 'Principal'."
"In the beginning, he chose to use things related to the 'Principal' as a bargaining chip, and now he even doesn't let go of the descendants of the 'Principal'."
"Perhaps you have a greater desire for the 'college'?"
"After all, he is the one closest to success. Just like our Queen, she has been having some wonderful ideas recently and needs to be appreciated and careful."
As the conductor Edward spoke, he picked up a piece of snack and put it into his mouth.
And the old woman who got the news she wanted did not refuse these snacks.
You know, the level of chefs in the royal family is much higher than that of the 'academy' chefs.
After that, the two of them just chatted, while Goethe, who was "looking on", confirmed some things.
The self-proclaimed ‘Vice Principal’ Van Der Sar and the train conductor Edward should have an extremely delicate cooperative relationship. There is a slight opposition between the two parties, but they will exchange information and stick to the final bottom line.
It's obvious that Edward the conductor is finally the emperor.
And Van der Sar?
There's a high probability that it's the queen... no, it's that Count Tim's person.
"Because the existence of the 'college' has divided the world into two, this delicate situation has formed."
"Van der Sar who is stationed at the 'Academy' needs an outside source of information and resources, and this channel is firmly controlled by the emperor, so he has no choice but to cooperate."
"Not only the news, but also the resources and channels, there should be a bigger handle..."
"Relatives? Bloodline?"
"Or maybe it's a contract?"
Sitting on the sofa, Goethe speculated and thought.
Van der Sar is not as harmless as he appears.
The other party's cruelty has already exceeded the lower limit of human beings to a certain extent.
Therefore, if you want to restrain such a person, you cannot use only one method.
A contract should be the most appropriate.
And that conductor Edward?
Nature is the same.
In such an important position, if His Majesty the Emperor was not bound by a contract, he might not be able to sleep at night, right?
"Master, your can of iced pear water."
While Goethe was thinking, Jerry came back carrying a can of pear water with ice.
Jerry had already poured the canned pear water into a white porcelain basin. The basin was covered with cubed ice and two bayberries were added as decoration.
The unique sweet aroma of pears becomes extremely sweet under the stimulation of ice water, and the pear flesh, which originally had a hint of heat, is even more crisp and delicious.
Especially when chewed with ice cubes.
Crunch, crunch.
Goethe chewed heavily, and finally picked up the bayberry as a decoration.
Slightly acidic.
The original sweetness has long been diluted by the pear water, but the original sourness has been highlighted.
However, Goethe did not hate such a sour taste
After experiencing strong sweetness, you always need a different taste.
Holding the bayberry in his mouth, Goethe looked towards the door of the hotel.
A hole appeared silently in the original wall, and the door opened directly, which startled Abby who was about to knock on the door.
"Yes, sorry."
"I'm here to deliver cans."
The young flight attendant stammered.
As he spoke, he lowered his head, resisting curiosity and not looking at everything in the 'Paradise Hotel', but curiosity is as concerning as the beef in beef noodles.
The young flight attendant raised his head unconsciously, wanting to take a sneak peek.
He knows it's rude.
But I just couldn't help it.
But as soon as he raised his head, he saw Goethe.
Goethe appeared in front of him at some point, standing there with his arms crossed, looking at him with a half-smile.
The two sides' eyes met, and the young flight attendant took two steps back in fright.
The clumsy opponent slipped and was about to fall out of the hallway.
However, the next moment, a chair appeared on him.
The six cans in his hand were firmly caught by Goethe.
"sorry!"
"I didn't mean to!"
The young flight attendant immediately stood up and apologized.
Goethe ignored the other party and looked at the can in his hand.
Three peach flavors and three canned pear juices.
"I didn't order cans."
Goethe expressed his doubts.
"This is me, I..."
The young flight attendant stuttered again. He wanted to express his apology. If possible, he wanted to compensate Goethe for more things, but Goethe seemed to only care about cans, and he could only take out the cans.
He knew these cans were far from enough, but they were all he had now.
The young flight attendant wanted to explain clearly.
However, he didn't know what to say.
Because, in the mind of this young flight attendant, it is really ridiculous to kill someone with a can.
Cans cannot be exchanged for airplane cannons.
How can this kind of thing be compared with life?
Looking at Goethe, the young flight attendant bowed ninety degrees.
“I will come again!”
After saying that, the young flight attendant turned around and ran away.
Goethe did not pursue him, nor did he stop him. He just looked at the can in his hand, turned around and returned to the Paradise Hotel.
"Owner?"
Jerry looked at the six new cans with confusion.
"A gift from the first guest after I took over the hotel."
Goethe said this.
The young flight attendant is certainly not the first person.
But coming with good intentions is really the first.
Not before.
after?
It's even more impossible.
With the arrival of the ‘convoy’.
With his appearance this time, information about him will definitely spread to the outside world, and by that time, more people will definitely come to visit him.
But each one will be more greedy and purposeful than the one before.
Of course, it is also more dangerous.
Never underestimate the stupidity and fluke of some people.
When the benefits are big enough, it's time for some people to risk their lives.
Even the flight attendant just now will be affected.
Maybe become a pawn to test him?
Maybe just become a spy to find out the information?
There are too many possibilities.
But the goodwill brought by simple guilt like this will most likely be gone.
"Jerry, put these six cans in the storage room."
"Hmm...put it on the top shelf."
"Don't touch them unless necessary."
Goethe commanded this.
"Yes, Master."
Jerry nodded, took the can, and walked to the storage room.
Goethe returned to his sofa again and picked up the book he just bought.
He knew very well that leisurely days like this would not last long.
next time!
When the 'convoy' comes again next time, it will be his busiest time.
In fact, this is also the case.
One week later.
Woo! Woo!
When the whistle of the 'convoy' rang through the sky, the old steam locomotive dragged twelve carriages out of the thick gray fog and stopped steadily in front of the 'college'.
Just like every time before, the train conductor handed two bags of letters to Van der Sar.
But what was different from before was that when the conductor did not find Goethe in the crowd, he immediately led four stewards carrying four boxes towards the direction of the Paradise Hotel.
The old woman watched this scene and kept smiling.
Because, two "tour group" tourists carrying large suitcases appeared in front of her.
The other party has gained something.
She has it too.
Not only this old woman, but also many people from the 'tourist group' appeared in front of their 'relatives and friends' carrying large or small suitcases and gave condolence gifts to their 'relatives and friends'.
, and urged earnestly.
The conversation between Goethe and the train conductor Edward seems to be confidential, but that's just what it seems.
People who know lip reading can easily tell the difference.
Even if you don't know how to read lips, some changes in the empire's royal family will be noticed by those who are interested.
Among these caring people, many people did not know why the imperial royal family did what they did at first, but this did not prevent them from following suit.
What's more, the items of 'Principal Modeus' are in demand.
A pebble thrown into the lake will cause ripples.
This moment is no exception, interested people are staring at the imperial royal family, and more people are staring at these interested people.
Then, the people who stare at these guys also imitate them.
More and more people are joining in, and it’s like a snowball.
