The sound of friction between the door shaft and the door frame made Skiffens Steinbeck frown.
He doesn't like this sound.
It's like I don't like getting up early.
It was pitch dark behind the door, and even the afternoon sun couldn't illuminate the inside at all.
But a piece of paper fell out.
It says——
Those who enter will be responsible for the consequences.
The text is clear.
Not dated or signed.
Skeffins Steinbeck glanced at it and walked in calmly.
It was like passing through a layer of smoke.
It suddenly lit up inside.
Warm lights and oval-shaped light bulbs hang on the roof like blooming petals. The ground is a black and white checkered floor. In the distance is a wooden bar and high round stools with backrests.
One by one, extremely clean goblets hung upside down.
Bottles of wine are placed on the wine cabinet.
There was a middle-aged man in a black vest and white shirt standing behind the bar.
“Welcome.”
The other party said, paused briefly, and then continued: "Skifens Steinbeck? He is actually the heir of the 'Wandering Family' - hello, I don't have any whiskey stained with human blood here."
A peek.
One sentence answer.
【The eye of truth of fairness】.
Skeffins Steinbeck thought and walked towards the bar.
But after taking only two steps, I discovered something was wrong.
He was not really close to the bar.
Instead, he stayed put.
Just when this idea appeared, Skiffins Steinbeck found that the distance between himself and the bar began to lengthen infinitely. The original distance in a straight line of less than ten meters suddenly stretched to a hundred meters.
Then, there are kilometers.
The originally clear bar counter and people suddenly became blurred.
Skeffens Steinbeck lowered his head, and the black and white chessboard-like floor under his feet was magnified countless times. He could have filled a floor of the same color with one foot.
But now?
Standing on a floor of the same color, he looked small.
"I don't like walk-in visitors."
"So, let's play a board game!"
"Each black and white square may represent safety and traps. If you walk in the safe square, you can continue to move forward. If you walk in the trap square, you will receive a fatal blow - no doubt, it is a real fatal blow, because
It's a contract you sign when you enter the board game, and it goes into effect when you choose to walk into the bar."
The people at the bar said with a chuckle.
"Yeah?"
Skeffins Steinbeck was also smiling.
"It has no rules."
"It's just luck."
"And I want to see your luck."
The other party said this.
Skeffins Steinbeck did not speak, just closed his eyes and strode forward.
One step, two steps.
Ten steps and a hundred steps.
Skeffins Steinbeck walked straight ahead.
When he stopped and opened his eyes, he was already standing in front of the bar again.
Come all the way.
Not a trap was triggered.
"The Steinbecks have always had good luck."
Skeffins Steinbeck said with a smile.
"yes."
"There is no doubt about this, mother."
"only……"
"The people traveling with you are not very lucky."
The people at the bar nodded first, and then sneered: "He should be tortured by the adults now, right? Are you a little strange, why do I call you adults?"
"Because, I am just the agent of Lord 'Bartender'."
As the other party spoke, he looked at Skiffins Steinbeck with a proud expression.
Skiffinstein Steinbeck looked at the other party as if he were a fool.
"You know?"
The other party raised his voice.
"Um."
Skeffins Steinbeck nodded.
"Impossible!"
"You can't know!"
"You've never met the bartender!"
"And now I am exactly the same as the 'bartender'!"
The other party looked unbelieving.
"well."
Skiffins Steinbeck sighed, sat on the chair, took off a goblet, raised his hand to wave a bottle, poured himself a glass, and then said softly: "Frogs are always
A conceited person, especially when he is at the bottom of a well, will think that the sky is only the size of the wellhead, and you?"
"Not even as good as a frog."
With these words, Skeffins Steinbeck took a sip of the wine in his glass.
"It tastes really bad."
Skeffins Steinbeck commented.
However, the other party could not hear such comments.
The opponent standing there has turned into a 'pile of salt'.
Just as the literal meaning describes, Skiffins Steinbeck, a human figure made of salt, walked around the bar, walked into it, and knocked lightly.
Snap!
The other side is broken.
The salt pile collapsed.
A 'door' appeared under the salt pile, completely swallowing the collapsed salt pile.
And a ring has appeared in Skiffins Steinbeck's hand.
[Fair eye of truth]!
Looking at the ring in his hand, Skiffins Steinbeck took a deep breath.
What he and Goethe and George VI said are all true.
Didn't lie.
There was no hiding it either.
[The True Eye of Fairness] is one of the things inherited by the Steinbeck family.
However, [The True Eye of Fairness] seemed to be snatched away by the 'bartender', but in fact it was the ancestor of the Steinbeck family who gave it up on his own initiative. Otherwise, the other party would have no chance at all.
And now?
He took it back.
It is not against the ancestors.
Just out of necessity.
He needs to confirm something.
Thinking of this, Skiffins Steinbeck put on the ring, turned around and walked out.
Goethe's battle?
He believed it should be over too.
In fact, this is also true——
After eating butter muffins, Goethe drank berry tea made from chopped strawberries and blueberries.
Sweet and sour taste, washed down with cream.
Goethe raised his hand and asked for another pie.
Three-layer beef patty.
The outer skin is crispy, and the beef and onion stuffing has the thickness of meat and the sweetness and spiciness of onions. Goethe rolled up the stuffing, stuffed it straight into his mouth, and chewed it.
Oil nourishes the appearance.
Mixed with the crunching sound.
Then, have another sip of berry tea.
It's really enjoyable.
Goethe found that after his racial talent [Human] was promoted to [(Gold. Alienation)], his appetite became particularly good. When [Feast II] appeared, he even had a more enjoyable attitude towards eating.
It’s about simply enjoying food.
It's not that there's more to it.
It feels very fresh but also has a little bit of the right meaning.
It's like pepper in winter lamb soup.
Goethe squinted his eyes to enjoy the pleasure brought by the food.
Even if there was one more person beside him, Goethe didn't mind.
"Tea and meat pie?"
"Not worthy."
"I suggest you choose beer, the cold kind, it will be refreshing after you take a sip."
A middle-aged man sat opposite Goethe.
The other party was wearing a black vest, white shirt, black trousers and leather shoes of the same color. It was a complete four-piece suit. His hair was meticulously combed and he had a mustache.
"First Evolution"
When facing Goethe, he showed a smile.
"My name is...well, this name is too old."
"You can call me 'bartender.'"
"Can you tell me your name?"
The other party asked politely.
"Goethe."
Goethe held the tea cup and said the name.
After hearing the name, the other person's smile immediately became more sincere.
"Are you a descendant of Modeus?"
the other party asked.
"Well, that's right."
Goethe nodded.
To a certain extent, his body is indeed a descendant of the 'Mad King'.
The frank admission made the other person feel a little more appreciative in his eyes.
"I'm very interested in your bloodline, so, can we make a deal?"
"A fair deal."
The other party emphasized, and continued without waiting for Goethe to speak: "You give me a certain amount of blood regularly, and I will provide you with protection. At the same time, I can turn a blind eye to the offenses committed by you and that boy from the Steinbeck family."
"He is not a good person."
"I don't know why you formed an alliance with him, but you were probably deceived, right?"
"The Steinbeck family has always been full of people like this."
"Always seduce others with various benefits."
"but……"
"They're all empty promises!"
The 'bartender' seemed to have thought of something unhappy, and his face became gloomy.
"Did you know? Their misfortune is because of the curse."
"And for you, it's hatred."
"Want to know?"
There was a smile on the face of the 'bartender', and he looked like he was here to trade with me - he was not like this at first, but after possessing the [Eye of Fairness and Truth], he gradually became like this
.
He doesn't hate this change.
This change made him feel fair.
At least!
It's the fairness he can manipulate!
That's fair, isn't it?
Listening to the words of the 'bartender', Goethe thought slightly.
He instantly thought of the diaries of the 'Mad King' that he had seen.
"The betrayer back then was a member of the Steinbeck family?"
As soon as Goethe's words came out of his mouth, the 'bartender' was stunned for a while.
"You actually know?"
"It shouldn't be!"
"This piece of history should be hidden - well, is it the diary left by Modeus or something like that? Only what he left will not be hidden or tampered with."
"Sure enough, as the last bloodline of Modeus, you are different."
The 'bartender' looked at Goethe with more and more interest.
Moreover, it seems that because Goethe knew enough, the other party no longer hid it.
"The Modeus back then was really a scary guy."
"If I hadn't encountered betrayal, I would have succeeded."
"even……"
"He can be the one and only one - can you feel the charm of the 'career' he created? There has never been such power in the world before him."
"He's really amazing."
The ‘bartender’ didn’t mind the compliment at all.
He said and looked at Goethe again.
The interest in his eyes became more and more intense.
There was even a slight burning sensation.
Different from the perversion of 'gentleman'.
But a kind of——
hunger!
No!
To be precise, it was a salivating feeling.
Yes, greedy!
The other party seemed eager to taste Goethe's blood.
Goethe was indifferent to this.
Not to mention that he had no intention of reaching a deal with the other party, the other party's eyes at this moment alone informed Goethe of the other party's ill intentions.
As if aware of Goethe's 'struggle', the 'bartender' spoke again.
"Goethe, you don't seem to understand the situation."
"You are cooperating with that boy from the Steinbeck family to stay here as a reserve, right?"
"He will definitely tell you that I am inside, and he will deal with me, and you only need to stay there."
"But what is the reality?"
"He must know that when I see you, I can't help but rush out."
"And him?"
"But you can easily get back the [Eye of Fairness and Truth]."
"You still don't understand?"
"He has abandoned you."
"You have no reinforcements."
The ‘bartender’ kept ‘reminding’ Goethe.
Goethe put down his tea cup.
"Tell me, is there a possibility that we all anticipated the situation before us, and I took the initiative to take on the task of fighting you?"
As he spoke, Goethe looked at the 'bartender'.
The 'bartender' shook his head.
"Are you so irrational?"
"Or have you become irrational because you inherited Modeus' inheritance?"
"Modeus is strong."
"So powerful that when he is around, I hide in the gutter, like a mouse."
"But you just inherited."
"It's not really ownership."
"You will never understand the gap between heaven and earth."
The 'bartender' said while snapping his fingers.
Snap!
Amid the crisp sound, the warm afternoon sunshine disappeared.
Night appeared so unconsciously.
The full moon is bright and clear.
Stars fill the sky.
The people around him exclaimed in surprise, and while they were all overwhelmed by this incredible change, Goethe had a strange look on his face.
In order for this operation to go smoothly.
'Good luck' of course!
He, Skiffins and Steinbeck all chose to burn money.
Of course he doesn't have money.
However, the Steinbeck family was never short of money.
Therefore, Goethe, who seemed ordinary, had 999+ layers of luck at this moment.
About what luck brings.
Goethe has always been looking forward to it.
However, he never thought it would be a full moon.
"Goethe, you know nothing about power!"
"In the ordinary world, a soldier holding a rifle is invincible."
"In the hidden world, if you touch the extraordinary, you will be invincible."
"And in the extraordinary world?"
“Legends are what’s truly awesome!”
"But do you know?"
"To a certain extent, legend has the qualification to stand in this world - it is the beginning in the true sense, and the power I show you is 'above legend' and the 'road'!"
"It's real power!"
Seeing Goethe's strange expression, the 'bartender' thought it was Goethe who was surprised.
Immediately, the ‘bartender’ explained.
After speaking, the other party looked at Goethe sincerely.
"How about it?"
"I can be your teacher and teach you this power!"
"As long as you choose to cooperate with me!"
The words are sharp.
Very sincere.
Even, in order to make Goethe feel more real, the opponent's momentum changed and everyone around him fainted. However, Goethe did not feel the sincerity, but felt greater malice.
There is no teacher to teach the 'way'.
This is the enlightenment he gained after mastering the 'path'.
This understanding cannot be deceived.
The ‘bartender’ is lying.
Goethe did not stand up, but stood up. He took off his coat and put his wallet and other important items to one side.
His hair began to grow thicker.
His nails started to grow longer.
Werewolf!
Or to be precise: [Celtic Blood Sacrifice Technique. Wolf Disaster]!
At the full moon, one of Goethe's strongest trump cards is.
