Chapter 304: Grievance and grievance [Blade of Bloody Torture]!
The 'convoy' that arrived as scheduled completely dispelled the last trace of haze from the 'college'.
Especially when more vinyl records, books, and some puzzles and other items appeared on the stalls, most of the students had already forgotten what happened a week ago.
Any leftover?
I want to mention it, but I don't dare.
Because, every such student has another identity.
More importantly, they were all warned by the new 'principal'.
If you work hard, you can successfully complete your studies.
What if you want to cause trouble?
Then go to the security office in the south for indefinite 'reflection'.
Of course, if students with different identities like them want to continue their studies, they need to come up with enough 'tuition fees' - items related to the former 'principal' Modeus.
Similarly, Goethe also welcomes any student who can pay the ‘tuition fee’ to enroll.
Eggs are never put in one basket!
Goethe knew this truth as early as when he was kidnapped into the club.
Earl Tim was a helping hand.
The remaining people can help in another aspect.
What could be better than a two-pronged approach?
Naturally, the two forces come from different camps.
As for whether the camp behind these students with special identities is willing to cooperate?
Goethe was not worried.
With absolute strength and certain interests, these people must know what to do.
"Your Excellency, Principal."
Count Tim, who had successfully become the emperor, bowed.
Goethe smiled and did not stop him.
Earl Tim and the people around him were not surprised by this.
Everyone takes this for granted.
It was just as natural as when Earl Tim returned to the world and competed for the throne.
The subordinates and staff who originally had some gaps suddenly showed incredible execution and collaboration skills, and some people who he considered troublesome immediately surrendered.
The whole process was incredibly smooth.
Of course there are some troubles.
'Rebellion!'
'The traitor who has been up to no good for a long time!'
The original members of the royal family shouted these words.
Then, one of his aides buried the men alive.
after?
It became quiet.
The original royal family was retained and downgraded to a duke. This was a decision he made against all opinions. His subordinates and staff strongly opposed it. It was only then that he discovered that his subordinates and staff had already done their best.
In preparation for his ascension to the throne, even the emperor's crown was prepared three years ago.
He doesn't know any of this.
I really don't know.
It must have been prepared by the old emperor?
Why?
Naturally, it is to pave the way for the royal heir and fill the private treasury.
After knowing everything, Earl Tim, who was not stupid, didn't have much thought other than a wry smile.
He is a chess piece.
It used to be the old emperor's chess piece.
Now?
Nature is Goethe's pawn.
With this awareness, Count Tim did what a chess piece should do - solve Goethe's problems, fulfill all Goethe's instructions as much as possible, and do more things within his ability.
Even if it's for...
Save your sister.
Queen Eve's condition was very bad. Not only did she become thinner, but her consciousness became blurred after entering the 'academy'. When the 'convoy' landed, she simply fell into a coma.
The backlash from the ‘college’ becomes weaker the farther away it is.
And after entering the 'college', it immediately broke out.
Count Tim looked longingly at Goethe.
Goethe smiled and without even raising his hand, Queen Eve woke up, the paleness on her face disappeared, and she stood there as if she had woken up from a dream.
"Where am I?"
"Tim?"
After Queen Eve saw her brother, she hugged her brother excitedly.
Goethe did not disturb the siblings.
He walked towards the 'convoy' side.
"Bring me two cans of peaches and pear water."
He said this.
Abby raised her head in confusion.
The young flight attendant was much more haggard than before, and his eyes were full of confusion. He completely lost the innocence and shyness that Goethe had seen before.
"It's you!"
The young flight attendant was stunned for a moment before he quickly stood up and loaded Goethe's things.
Goethe picked up the can and turned around to leave. The young flight attendant did not stop him. Instead, he just sat there stupidly.
His uncle is dead.
That is his only relative.
Several of his friends also died.
Accidents are always so unexpected.
He doesn't know what to do.
revenge?
The enemy is dead.
There is absolutely no goal.
Being confused is the most realistic portrayal of the young flight attendant in the past week.
"Give me a can of pear water."
A hoarse voice sounded.
"well!"
The young flight attendant came to his senses and immediately mechanically loaded the passenger's things. When he handed the things over, due to the angle at which he was sitting, he could see the familiar face hidden under his hood at a glance.
That red nose looks so familiar!
"Uncle..."
"Silence, follow me."
Conductor Edward raised his hand to stop his son's shouting, turned around and motioned for his son to follow.
Without any hesitation, the young flight attendant followed.
They stayed away from the 'convoy'.
Arriving at the rancid black river.
Here, there are still a few people waiting.
Conductor Edward took off his hood.
Those people also took off their hoods.
It's his lost friend.
Abby was so excited that her whole body trembled and her eyes turned red.
"You guy, don't cry."
Conductor Edward said directly.
The remaining people laughed kindly.
"Uncle, everyone, you are not..."
"It was the 'Principal' who resurrected us, and then we became the 'secret guards' of the college."
Conductor Edward explained.
"'Dark Guard'?"
Abby looked puzzled.
The train conductor Edward began to explain, but this had nothing to do with Goethe. He retracted his vision, opened the can of pear water in his hand, took a sip, and said softly.
"I paid the reward."
"This is not free food."
The secret guard was Goethe's consideration of security forces.
The security at the 'college' is very good.
There are rules and even more loyalty.
However, the goal is too obvious.
Once targeted, it would be a one-shot kill, just like the old emperor's surprise attack that completely rendered the security guard useless, even with Ailan's cooperation.
Therefore, Goethe immediately improved this point after becoming the leader of the 'Academy'.
As for the strength of the secret guard?
Conductor Edward is not weak.
Those flight attendants are not weak either.
The Twelve Palace Knight Commanders and the two Palace Archmages are not weak.
In the latter case, Goethe originally just wanted to try whether the broken corpse could be resurrected under the talent [Life or Death], but unexpectedly he succeeded.
Although everyone looks a little bit fragmented and stitched together.
But the reborn Knight Commander of the Twelve Courts and the two Court Mages immediately pledged their allegiance to Goethe.
After dying once?
They don't want to die anymore.
And Goethe's consumption in the 'Academy' was almost non-existent. The 'Academy' was constantly replenishing, so that Goethe could not feel the consumption at all, but could feel that his [body] was being nourished every day.
If it weren't for Van der Sar, there wouldn't be any scum left.
Goethe will also 'resurrect' the other party.
Although the old woman is paranoid, her ability is beyond doubt.
It's a pity that 'their' power is so special that [life or death] has no effect at all.
This strange sense of constraint made Goethe restless.
The sweet taste of pear juice was still filling his mouth, but Goethe's eyes were looking at Count Tim's men.
These people are carrying all the belongings related to the ‘Mad King’ in the royal family.
He could feel the aura of [Bloody Honor] on it.
And, there are a lot of them.
This once again proved the correctness of his previous strategy.
I dare not say anything else, but when it comes to finding things, one's ability is always limited.
Only by gathering the strength of everyone is the most suitable.
"The next step is to continue searching... no, to find more [Bloody Honors], and to collect as many [Bloody Honors] as possible in this 'secret realm'."
Goethe thought as he took another sip of pear water.
Still so sweet and moist.
The taste has not changed, which proves that his heart has not changed at this moment.
While in the club, Goethe had a bad experience that he will never forget in his life, but one thing Goethe will not deny is that he learned too much knowledge, skills, and some philosophies of life there that ordinary people cannot touch.
'When you make a major decision, first eat your favorite meal and savor the taste. If the taste changes, then you have to think about whether this decision is too hasty or not.
... is wrong.'
This was what the guy at the club whom he didn't really hate told him.
He thought it was correct.
At least, compared to divination.
In the past, when Goethe made several major decisions, he always relied on the taste of food to decide whether to do it or not.
This time?
No exception!
"Master, your mood seems to have suddenly become very good!"
Jerry, who was standing behind the sofa and rubbing Goethe's shoulders, was slightly confused.
"I figured something out."
Goethe said with a smile.
"Is it just a matter of one minute?"
Jerry triggered the response mechanism again.
Goethe: "..."
‘Mad King’ you are such a bastard!
Next time, I will throw you into the manure pit!
Goethe swore secretly in his heart, but his face looked calm and calm.
"Master, pretending to be indifferent will not effectively solve your physical problems. You need to eat properly, exercise more, and go to bed early and get up early..."
"stop!"
"I just want to understand that my current situation is that haste makes waste. As long as I have enough time, I should reflect on myself more and find more trump cards for myself."
Goethe interrupted Jerry's outrageous words.
"That's right, haste makes waste."
"We need to play it safe and steady before we can choose the train bento..."
"Ahem."
"Jerry, I'm hungry."
Goethe coughed.
"Master, wait a moment, I will feed you some food."
Jerry immediately went to the kitchen according to today's recipe.
Goethe sat on the sofa and shook his head slightly, sighing. Although he controlled the 'college', Jerry's response mechanisms were imprinted in the core.
To put it simply, Goethe had to change his core.
Otherwise, Jerry's response mechanism will not change.
It’s all the ‘Mad King’’s fault!
You deserve to drown in a cesspool!
Cursing the 'Mad King' again and again in his heart, Goethe recalled the [Sword Breathing Technique] again in his mind.
"Breathe with the sword in your hand."
He murmured these words in a low voice.
A scarlet sword appeared in his hand.
【Blade of Bloody Cruelty】!
The scarlet blade trembled slightly, wanting to drink blood, but it was firmly grasped by Goethe's hand, making it completely unable to break free.
Suddenly, [Blade of Blood Torture] felt a sense of grievance.
Wronged?
Goethe was stunned.
He felt the emotion.
He had always thought it was excitement.
"I understood it wrong."
"Is that why [Sword Breathing Technique] cannot be started all the time?"
Goethe was extremely focused, and as he thought like this, [Blade of Blood Torture] trembled again, as if he was answering, did you know?
Goethe raised an eyebrow.
He raised his hand, stretched out his fingers, and flicked lightly.
bite!
The sound of the sword was clear and crisp, and the scarlet blade couldn't help shaking, like a naughty child who had been shot in the forehead, screaming in pain.
"I am the master and you are my sword. If you don't tell me, how will I know that you are wronged?"
"Next time you feel wronged, just tell me. Don't let me guess. You have to understand your identity. Do you understand?"
Goethe said this to the [Scarlet Blade].
The scarlet sword blade is straight, sharp, and unresponsive.
Goethe raised his hand and prepared to play again with a little force.
[Blade of Blood Torture] shook continuously.
At the same time, lines of text appeared in Goethe's eyes——
[Learn the secret technique: Sword Breathing Technique (Basic)! 】
[Sword Breathing Technique (Mastery): The ancestor of the Zuolunsi family who was once a bard once traveled the continent with his partners from the Kingdom of Rudes and the Kingdom of Lidar. He and his partners went on adventures, had bonfire parties together, and wrote about customs.
Evaluation Guide, until he was hit by an arrow in the knee at the age of forty-five, he had to end his wandering career and returned to his hometown of Bode as a retired mercenary to marry a wife and have children. At that time, the current situation was turbulent. In order to let his wife
, the child is safer, he began to summarize his sword skills and the secret skills taught by his two partners in the Kingdom of Rudes and the Kingdom of Lidar, and passed them on to his wife and children, and finally formed the 'Sword Breathing Technique'
As Zuo Lunsi's descendants continued to complete the prototype, the current 'Sword Breathing Technique' emerged - a secret technique that resonates with the sword in your hand and fights side by side. And you? It seems that you have found something different.
way.】
[Special effects: 1, sword body; 2, sword bite]
[Sword Body: Living with the sword in your hand day and night will give you a hint of the sharpness of the long sword. It effectively improves your tacit understanding with the long sword in your hand and makes your body sharper; Effect: 1
, when using [Blade of Blood Torture], you can better utilize the special effects of [Blade of Blood Torture] and allow it to evolve faster; 2. Your palm is automatically determined to be an explosive-level blade]
[Sword bite: The sharp sword energy will damage your internal organs over time (but it will be useless to you who have more than 100 [Physique]). 】
…
As the text appeared, Goethe immediately felt that [Blade of Blood Torture] was a little more intimate to him.
For the time being, Goethe ignored the effect brought by [Sword Body].
He just stared at the spiritually filled [Blade of Blood Torture].
seem……
Can you continue to squeeze it?
Thinking of this, Goethe immediately said——
"You don't want to be bombarded by me all the time with this [Blade of Blood Torture], right?"
