Goethe and Kell were simultaneously attracted to this.
"The time when the Church of Flesh and Blood appeared cannot be determined, but it is rumored that the death of His Majesty George I was related to the other party, and in the next one hundred and twenty years of the kingdom, every turmoil and killing had the shadow of the other party!"
"The most recent occurrence was in June last year, when the "Supernormal Legalization" bill was enacted, a group of Flesh Church believers and more than a hundred 'supernormals' jointly created a riot in the kingdom's capital, Bode, resulting in more than 10,000 civilian deaths.
People, the 'Bode' secret keepers tried their best to stop this turmoil, but they suffered unimaginable losses, so that secret keepers had to be dispatched from various places to the capital."
"Bastards like the 'Mist Killer' began to appear at this time."
Morey said, clenching his fists.
He seemed extremely angry.
"Last June?"
"That plague that suddenly came and then disappeared?"
Kyle was stunned.
"The plague is a cover-up."
Morey explained.
Then, Luster's official person in charge of the extraordinary said to Goethe.
"This is more than you can handle."
"Stop interfering, I will report it immediately."
Facing Morey's instructions, Goethe nodded without objection.
Although he always felt that this matter was unusual, as Morey said: it was beyond the scope of what he could handle.
What are the consequences of trying too hard?
No one knew this better than Goethe.
When he was in his hometown, he saw with his own eyes a big shot who claimed to know everything. After a short period of time, he stepped down in embarrassment and even cut off his own channels of communication with the outside world.
Goethe wouldn't do that.
"As for the owner of the Pine Nut Hotel?"
"He's a businessman."
"Businessmen value credibility, but..."
"He is a businessman after all."
Morey didn't seem to say anything, but he seemed to have said everything.
Goethe nodded understandingly.
It was obvious that the identity of the owner of the Pine Nut Hotel was more important than he imagined, so much so that Morey could not directly state it.
"Understood."
Goethe said.
Although I bid farewell to the soft big bed, compared with my life, the hard floor is not unacceptable. Moreover, I already have a sleeping bag and blanket, which is much better than those 'rope beds' and 'squatting tickets', right?
"If something happens, publish a cat-finding revelation in the Luster Daily News."
"This time it's: Looking for an orange, five-year-old male cat. The reward is 1 gold gram, 10 silver cords and 6 copper horns, signed as 'ZYX'."
"besides……"
"Don't enter 'Elm Street' recently - wait until I thoroughly investigate why the 'Church of Flesh and Blood' appears in Luster."
After saying that, Morey was ready to leave.
That feeling of social fear reappeared on Morey.
You just used the ‘identification pocket watch’, were you affected by the ‘extraordinary power’?
"Is it aimed at me?"
"Or Mrs. Burns?"
"Or maybe..."
"Others?"
Goethe guessed.
However, I didn't feel disgusted. Instead, I quite appreciated this caution.
Cooperate with cautious people and you will be closer to success.
Goethe, who knew this well, called out to Morey.
"I have a piece of news here that I am not sure whether it is true or not - the 'Mist Killer' is at No. 17 Warehouse Street."
Goethe lowered his voice and said.
Morey glanced at Goethe in surprise.
He didn't know where Goethe got the news.
But the remaining power of the 'identifying pocket watch' allowed him to be sure that what Goethe said was true.
This is enough!
"Well, I'll go check it out myself."
Morey nodded and left in a hurry.
Goethe watched Morey go away, hoping that the other party could find out more things.
Kyle hesitated for a moment and then ran downstairs.
The young man did not return until just before Mrs. Burns arrived.
Smiling and appearing to be in a good mood.
However, after seeing Goethe, the young man quickly stopped smiling.
That awkwardness appeared again.
"I am Lord Morey's most capable assistant - although Lord Morey does not allow me to call him Lord, Lord Morey is still the goal I am chasing in this life!"
Goethe was completely surprised by the words that seemed like a declaration.
Faced with such irrational words, he didn't know how to answer.
It's like countless grooves are gathered together, but they can't flow out.
In the end, there was only one sentence left -
"Do you know Beatrice?"
Goethe asked.
"Don't ask me for the names of those ladies. After I reject them, I will not leave any contact information or remember their names."
Kyle said righteously.
Seeing Kyle who clearly misunderstood, Goethe breathed a sigh of relief.
However, I don't know why, Goethe was still a little disappointed.
However, when Mrs. Burns came in, Goethe calmed down and began to listen carefully.
At the beginning: It didn’t feel difficult, it was okay.
Five minutes later: It’s a bit difficult, you have to be more serious.
Ten minutes later: Don’t be anxious, as long as you work hard and work steadily, any problem can be solved.
Twenty minutes later: Why is it a bit like mathematics...
Thirty minutes later: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
…
"get out of class is over."
"Please read the class notes carefully when you go back, and don't let others see it - this class is the basis of the current stage of 'picture complex language'. In the next twelve weeks, we will explain it in detail."
"Also, don't be late for class tomorrow."
As Mrs. Burns left, Goethe raised his head blankly.
Then, Goethe saw Kyle who was just as confused as he was.
Obviously, Kyle didn't understand it as well as he did.
This made Goethe slightly relieved.
He was really worried just now, almost thinking that he was 'acclimated' and his ability to understand had deteriorated.
Obviously you can understand them separately, but when they are connected together, it becomes unclear.
Even, completely opposite.
Just like "three meals a day", the difference between the eyes of normal people and the eyes of LSPs is the same.
Of course, Goethe was not without gains.
With his own persistence and hard work——
[Someone teaches special knowledge, it is being determined...]
【Judgment passed!】
[Whether to consume ‘Bloody Honor’ to learn ‘Tu Fu Language (Basic)’? 】
…
Looking at the prompts in front of him, Goethe did not choose to study in a hurry.
First, [Bloody Honor] is not available everywhere.
Moreover, it is extremely limited!
Aside from killing 'his' wine bottle, killing 'brother's' candlestick, killing 'grandfather's' syringe, and killing 'aunt's' meat hook, according to his bloodline, the only thing he has the ability to find now is killing.
The murder weapons of his 'father', three 'uncles' and three 'cousins'.
At this moment, he owns 2 copies of [Bloody Honor], plus the 7 copies that have not yet been found, which makes it 9 copies.
Of course, it's very possible that he has some deceased 'relatives'.
However, finding and understanding the murder weapons of these 'relatives' is far more difficult than finding the murder weapons of one's own 'father', three 'uncles' and three 'cousins'.
If the latter can be regarded as a trace, the former is like finding a needle in a haystack.
The energy and time required are beyond what Goethe can bear now.
What's more, it's impossible for 'his' relatives to be so unlucky, how could they all die of murder?
What if someone dies?
Second, Goethe hopes to master new skills through his own learning.
This will make him feel at ease.
Moreover, as the prompt that [Bloody Honor] can learn [Tufuyu (Basic)] appeared, Goethe had some clearer ideas - there was no need to use [Bloody Honor] to increase the existing skill level.
For example: [Cold weapon. Dagger] and [Gunpowder weapon. Pistol]!
This is a different hometown.
Gun control is not strict.
Moreover, the basic level should be improved very quickly!
Thinking of this, Goethe got up and walked outside.
Kyle, who was at a loss on the side, saw Goethe leaving, so he stood up and walked out.
After bidding farewell to the middle-aged housekeeper, the two walked out of No. 10 Fevry Street.
"As a gentleman, I will not lose to you!"
Kyle stood in front of the door and made a declaration like a child.
Then, before Goethe could speak, he suddenly bowed.
"I hurt you because of my recklessness before, I'm sorry."
"I treated you coldly because of jealousy before. I'm sorry."
"These are not the actions of a gentleman!"
The child's behavior was like a child's declaration, which made Goethe want to roll his eyes, but the sincerity in Kyle's words made Goethe hold back.
Gentleman?
Goethe looked at the young man in front of him, thinking in his heart.
Some experiences in his hometown made it difficult for him to look directly at this word.
However, now, I have a slightly different feeling.
Kyle continued: "I hope to make amends - what I am most proud of is my cooking skills, and I hope to cook you a sumptuous dinner on the weekend to express my apology."
With that said, Kyle bowed again.
Seeing the other party's sincere look, Goethe felt that he had no reason to refuse.
He was simply moved by the other party's sincerity, definitely not because of the sumptuous dinner on the weekend.
Therefore, Goethe nodded.
"good."
Kyle was very happy to see Goethe agree.
"See you there that Saturday night."
The young man said goodbye to Goethe, turned around and walked towards the public carriage nearby.
Goethe, on the other hand, boarded the police carriage that had been waiting for him for a long time on the other side of the road.
In the carriage, Swart looked at Goethe who was sitting down, and immediately lowered his voice and said——
