The moment the 'convoy' appeared above the 'college', Goethe jumped up from the sofa.
He felt it!
Feel the extremely large number of [Bloody Honors] approaching!
"Finally... the harvest time has arrived."
Goethe muttered to himself and walked toward the door.
He believed that his collaborators would never want to enter the Paradise Hotel.
Trading near the gate is an acceptable category for both parties.
Controlling the time just right, when conductor Edward appeared outside the gate, Goethe opened the door and walked out. He looked at the four boxes carried by the four stewards with a smile.
His [heart] told him that there was a lot of [bloody honor] in it!
"Welcome to my hotel, my friend."
Goethe said hello.
"I hope that after a while, I can be truly invited to rest in your hotel, instead of standing here and feeling the scorching sun like now."
Conductor Edward rubbed his red nose and said.
A pun.
It not only expressed the possibility of further cooperation between the two parties, but also expressed their confidence in this transaction.
"Yes."
"As long as they're real."
Goethe said with a smile.
"certainly!"
"These are treasures of the royal family and have been verified by countless experts."
Conductor Edward waved his hand, and the four boxes were opened.
Four boxes are placed in different categories, including books, clothing, weapons and a blood-stained warhead.
"This book is..."
Conductor Edward was about to introduce Goethe, but Goethe waved his hand.
He is the real expert on items with [Bloody Honor], just like the book in front of him.
[Collection of Poems of Ivern: The complete collection of poems and part of the plays of the great poet and playwright Ivern were included in this book, so that it became extremely thick. When the poor illegitimate son Victor looked up information in the library,
He didn't notice the crowd of books at all. When he pulled out a copy of "On the Practice of Celestial Bathing", a collection of Ion's poems fell from the sky, right between his eyebrows...]
[Bloody Honor +1]
…
"Smashed to death by a book?"
Goethe raised an eyebrow.
He already knew that being a descendant of the 'Mad King' Modeus was definitely a high-risk profession, but he never thought that someone would be killed by a book.
However, this is not strange.
What's even weirder is the linen shirt.
[Burlap shirt (torn): When the new year comes, every child in the orphanage receives a gift of their own, and Woods is no exception. At that time, it was still a brand-new sack shirt. Woods was excited.
Zi was about to put it on immediately, but the collar was too tight. He struggled to put his head in it. Because of the excessive force, Woods even fell off the second bed. The linen shirt
The back collar happened to be hung on the hook on the second-floor bed, and Woods was also hung there...]
[Bloody Honor +1]
…
"Another bad luck has struck?"
Seeing the strange death of the descendants of the 'Mad King', even Goethe couldn't help but sigh.
But when Goethe picked up the bullet, he understood what the real misfortune looked like.
[Homemade bullet (casting): Joseph was a well-known marksman and was good at improving his guns. This bullet was his handiwork. Whenever the bullet was cast, Joseph would test the gun with the huge willow tree in the backyard.
During a thunderstorm, a bolt of lightning struck the willow tree. The warhead embedded in the willow tree shot out and hit the wife, eldest son, and second son standing under the eaves. The three of them died unfortunately. The heartbroken Yue
After Se picked up the warhead and cast it again, he drank the bullet and committed suicide...]
[Bloody Honor +4]
…
"+4?"
"Joseph, the eldest son, the second son, and his wife are all descendants of the Mad King?"
"This... lovers will eventually become brothers and sisters?"
"What a cursed bloodline."
Goethe was stunned for a moment, and then he commented from the bottom of his heart.
Other than that, it was relatively common in Goethe's opinion. Being hacked to death with a sword and unfortunately being stoned to death were all too common among the descendants of the 'Mad King'.
Of course, [Bloody Honor] is real.
10 servings!
In this wave, Goethe received 10 [Bloody Honors].
After reading the last thing, Goethe looked at the train conductor Edward.
"How about it?"
The other party asked slightly nervously.
Although he firmly believed that the experts of the imperial royal family had no problem, he was still uneasy. After all, this was related to the formula of the [Elixir of Life]!
His Majesty, who is already old, is very concerned about this formula.
Otherwise, we wouldn't have mobilized manpower to collect things related to the 'principal'.
You know, some of them still use tricks.
Although there will be some sequelae, they are not of concern.
You know, this is the [Elixir of Life]!
"very nice."
"but……"
As soon as Goethe opened his mouth, the conductor Edward immediately smiled. But as he said the following words, the conductor immediately became nervous. He asked: "But what?"
"Only half of it is what I need, and the remaining half... is probably specious."
Goethe shrugged his shoulders and said in a very tactful tone.
"This is impossible. Those experts have identified it."
Conductor Edward murmured to himself.
"We can sign a contract and write down everything I just said to confirm its authenticity."
Goethe emphasized.
"No!"
"I believe you, you have no reason to lie to us - those damn experts!"
Conductor Edward waved his hand and then cursed.
Looking at the other party with this appearance, the smile on Goethe's face remained unchanged.
He, Goethe, never failed to speak.
After talking about collecting 20 items of the 'Mad King' or descendants that he needed, he told the other person the formula of the [Elixir of Life].
Since I haven't gathered enough, I won't be able to say a word.
Of course, with 10 [Bloody Honors] as a 'deposit', his attitude towards the other party will be much better.
"Would you like a cup of fruit tea?"
"I recently prepared it based on book records."
Goethe extended an invitation.
"Next time!"
"I'll wait until I gather all the things you need. My biggest headache right now is how to appease your furious Majesty - our Majesty is looking forward to this transaction."
Conductor Edward smiled wryly and waved to his men.
They did not remove the box or its contents.
"Tom, put these things in the underground storage room."
"Yes, Master."
The male puppet stepped out and arranged quickly, while Goethe stood at the door waiting.
After the last box was moved in by the male puppet, Van Der Sar came with someone.
"Good morning, Moore Dodd."
The old woman said hello with a smile.
"Good morning, Van der Sar."
Goethe responded to the other party, but the old woman frowned.
She even hoped that Goethe would address her as vice-principal.
But thinking of the importance of Goethe at this moment, the old woman gave up such a statement that might damage the friendship between them.
"How's the catch there Edward?"
The old woman smiled and changed the subject.
“Not bad.”
"He brought half of what I needed, and the other half?"
"Plausible."
After hearing Goethe's description, the old woman laughed out loud.
"Believe me, Edward and I are different."
The old woman was quite confident.
Ten minutes later.
"Only 6 of them are what you need, and the rest are specious?"
The old woman stayed where she was.
"Are you sure you're not mistaken?"
The old woman was a little reluctant to give up.
"We can sign a contract."
Goethe replied.
Such an answer left the old woman speechless. After saying hello softly, she turned around and left.
Obviously, this old woman is too proud to stay here any longer.
Likewise, everything remains here.
"Tom."
Goethe shouted loudly.
Tom appears again as a coolie.
But Goethe still waited quietly.
Soon, the third group of people came.
It was not Woody, but another teacher. The other teacher brought quite a lot of items related to the 'Principal', far exceeding the 20, but the number of [Bloody Honors] provided to Goethe was only 3.
After that, people came here in a steady stream.
But most of them only have 1-2 servings.
Obviously, the royal family and Count Tim are the big ones in the empire.
The rest?
It's all leftovers.
However, Goethe treated every 'customer' with a smile.
After all, this is a sustainable business.
next time!
Just in case I get more [Bloody Honor] next time!
But it’s not absolute!
Just like this time——
"Please take your things away."
Goethe looked at the 'academy' teacher in front of him with a cold face, who was responsible for teaching swordsmanship courses to the students.
"Any questions?"
The other party was stunned for a moment, with a confused look on his face.
Goethe did not answer, just stared at the other party.
Immediately, the confusion on the other person's face turned into an awkward smile.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Moore Dodd. It was their mistake that led to them putting some things in there that shouldn't have been put there. There is absolutely no other meaning."
The other party explained.
However, Goethe did not listen to this explanation at all.
The things the other party brought did not provide him with any [Bloody Honor], and there was also a hidden item in it that allowed him to peek into the surroundings.
What does the other party want to do?
The answer is self-evident.
Goethe would not be polite to such a person.
A thought came into my mind.
The battle puppet just appeared next to him.
The swordsmanship teacher of the 'Academy' was shocked and immediately drew his sword.
Woo!
The heavy mace smashed down with a dull sound, and the broken air not only created a terrifying sound of wind, but also formed an air cannon.
Bang!
The swordsmanship teacher of the 'Academy' was knocked away just as he held his long sword to his chest.
The long sword shattered, and the opponent's chest became a bloody mess. However, the opponent took advantage of the situation and retreated to distance himself. He took out a revolver with his other hand and pointed the gun directly at Goethe.
"Times have long since changed!"
"Take my move - Iai..."
The other party smiled ferociously and was about to pull the trigger, but a knife grazed the other party's neck.
puff!
Blood spurted out, and the other person fell to the ground, covering his neck.
"Uh, uh!"
The other party looked at Jerry in astonishment as he didn't know when he appeared behind him.
Then, he stared at Goethe.
It seems to be saying that Goethe did not pay attention to martial ethics.
Goethe sighed and said softly.
"Times haven't changed at all, it's just people's hearts."
After speaking, Goethe shouted again.
"Tom!"
The male puppet appeared again, picked up the corpse on the ground and walked towards the sunflower field - since Goethe became the innkeeper, food has become quite normal, but as flower fertilizer, this corpse is still qualified.
When Tom came back, Goethe continued to give instructions.
"Take these away too."
"Yes, Master."
The male puppet works hard without complaint.
Jerry, on the other hand, brought out a cup of fruit tea with ice from the kitchen on the first floor.
"Good job."
Goethe took the fruit tea and praised Jerry.
Jerry immediately showed a smile, while Tom continued to clean up the mess with a slumped face. Obviously I was the one who contributed the most, why didn't the master praise me?
Such doubts appeared in Tom's mind.
But then he was forgotten by Tom.
Although there are "rules" given, Jerry and Tom become almost real people.
But only close.
There is still a gap between being a real person.
They were more accustomed to obeying Goethe's orders.
Even if there is emotional simulation, it is only a simulation and not real.
The sweet and sour fruit tea with ice is extremely refreshing in the mouth.
Gudong, Gudong.
After Goethe drank the fruit tea in his hand, he looked in the direction of the 'college'.
He is waiting for his last big client.
Woody!
Unlike the train conductors Edward and Van der Sar represent the Emperor and Count Tim respectively.
According to Goethe’s more observations this week, Woody should come from the ‘folk’.
Similar to a secret organization.
Goethe, who had been exposed to secret organizations more than once, knew very well the capabilities of such organizations.
Perhaps the official power is not as powerful as the official one.
But the private intricacies are far greater than the official ones.
There are even some secret organizations that can survive several dynasties and eventually undergo jaw-dropping qualitative changes.
Naturally, Woody's organization has not yet reached this level.
However, it was enough to make Goethe look forward to it.
"How many [bloody honors] will it bring?"
"5 servings? 4 servings?"
"There should be at least three copies, right?"
"So far, I have harvested 24 copies of [Bloody Honor]. Adding the remaining 13 copies, that's 37 copies... Can you give me a round number?"
"Such an unexpected number drives you to obsessive-compulsive disorder!"
Goethe whispered in his heart.
At the same time, it strengthened Goethe's previous thoughts: the most efficient way to find [Bloody Honor] is to do it yourself, and the most efficient way is to let others find it for him.
It's best to have the whole world look for him.
This is the fastest way.
“Thanks to ‘Fighting Secret Realm’ for making me think of this way.”
Goethe thought silently.
As he thought about it, he started to miss the female swordsman.
But before Goethe could carefully recall the moments and moments with the female swordsman, Goethe, who was watching Woody with the help of [Blood Crow Spirit] vision, saw an extremely unexpected scene.
Woody held a palm-sized box and walked to the security office in the south.
The teacher with a neatly trimmed beard murmured softly.
"Alan, the 'Philosopher's Stone' will definitely be able to resurrect you!"
