No wonder we knew the whereabouts of the ‘Mist Killer’ before!
When 'he' went to the Hunter Bar for the first time, he heard someone say that the owner of the Hunter Bar was quite mysterious, and even the waiters at the bar didn't know the true identity of the owner.
And the bodies of those who wanted to use strong methods to explore the true identity of the boss were all found in the gutter in the days that followed.
Mysterious and ruthless.
It also has a bit of a weird and unpredictable meaning.
The Hunter Bar, which was managed by the other party, gradually became famous and became one of the places in Luster that people were afraid to mess with.
But what Goethe didn't expect was that Sila turned out to be the boss behind the scenes.
Surprise flashed in Goethe's eyes.
This is not a disguise.
But I was really surprised.
Just now, he had thought about a lot of guesses, but he never expected that the answer would be like this.
If the other party is telling the truth, it is not surprising that the other party knows these things.
Everyone knows that the Hunter Bar is well-informed.
The owner of the Hunter Bar naturally knows some things that ordinary people don't know.
Similarly, the opponent also has the ability to achieve the so-called 'turning the tide of the battle'.
"I thought you knew it already, Goethe!"
"The first time, when you asked for help in the bar, you really deceived me."
"Later, when you showed up again, I thought you had discovered my hidden identity and came to test... Really, if I had known this, I wouldn't have had to go to such trouble to cooperate with that guy, and I would have gone to find you myself."
Silla muttered angrily, her cheeks becoming bulging with anger.
The person who was already pure and sweet-looking immediately became more adorable.
The eyes of passers-by around him were unconsciously attracted.
Goethe turned a blind eye.
because……
Goethe's threshold is too high.
After all, when I was in my hometown, as long as I picked up my mobile phone and clicked on an APP, a group of ladies would start cleaning windows, driving trains, 02, slow rocking, rabbit dance, Bibi Anmuxi, and from time to time, Western Region, Northern Wolf
tribe, southern guinea pig.
He doesn't want to either, but big data is always pushed.
What can he do?
You can only face yourself honestly.
Tell yourself to work hard from tomorrow on.
Then, warn yourself again tomorrow.
Eventually, the admonishment became a daily habit.
This also made Goethe feel unusually calm when facing Silla at this moment.
"What do you want?"
Goethe asked directly.
But this kind of calmness made Silla frown slightly.
This lady with multiple identities has met too many men. Even if she pretends to be a gentleman on the surface, she is already a 'gentleman' in her heart. However, Goethe in front of her has no reaction at all.
Even the heartbeat is normal.
This made Silla full of doubts.
"Why didn't you react at all?"
Women are always so concerned about their appearance.
Even a lady with multiple identities like Sheila is no exception.
Goethe glanced at Silla, who was puzzled, and prepared to regain the initiative in conversation that he had lost due to surprise.
He replied coldly.
"Cuteness is worthless in front of sexiness!"
"you?!"
Silla glared, and Goethe could see veins appearing on the opponent's palm holding the fan, but Goethe ignored it and asked directly: "What do you want?"
"Knowledge!"
"You promise that if extraordinary knowledge appears in 'The Mad King's Treasure', you must let me make a copy."
The angry Silla stopped entangled and directly stated her purpose.
"good!"
"As long as you help me as agreed, I, 'Goethe', promise that if extraordinary knowledge appears in the 'Mad King's Treasure', I will definitely let you make a copy."
Goethe nodded curtly.
There is no doubt that if there is extraordinary knowledge in the 'Mad King's Treasure', it will naturally be extremely valuable, but for Goethe, who doesn't even know what the 'Mad King's Treasure' is, he can still get help from the other party to solve the current crisis.
As for the successor, heir, it is naturally nothing.
Moreover, it was ‘Goethe’, not him.
Goethe simply made Silla stunned again.
She was already prepared to bargain for a long time.
Of course, Goethe's evaluation just now made her very unhappy, so she had to stick to her point of view in the early stage, and then had to compromise and accept Goethe's 'excessive' conditions.
She must have exhausted Goethe!
She wanted Goethe to understand what it means to be difficult!
But why did Goethe agree directly?
This feeling of accumulating energy for a long time but emptying out with one punch made Silla feel like she couldn't breathe.
Even, an inexplicable feeling of exhaustion arose from the bottom of my heart.
Silla, who had been able to deal with multiple targets with ease in the past, once again discovered Goethe's difficulty. Then, before this lady with multiple identities could recover, she saw Goethe reaching out to her.
"What's the meaning?"
Silla was stunned and didn't know why.
"You have to return the bounty that was placed in the Hunter Bar to me."
"Based on the current cooperation, the previous agreement is naturally void."
Goethe said.
Silla frowned again. Although Goethe's words were a bit unreasonable, the fatigue that had just arisen from the bottom of her heart made Silla not want to argue with Goethe on this issue again.
"for you!"
Silla directly took out a gold ticket of 150 gold grams and handed it to Goethe.
After Goethe put the golden ticket into his wallet, he looked up at Silla again and continued.
"besides……"
"What do you know about the 'Mad King's Treasure'?"
Silla did not speak immediately, but pointed around. This lady with multiple identities asked with a smile.
"Are you sure you're here?"
"Follow me."
Goethe frowned and walked straight to the police carriage.
"Not going there?"
Silla pointed at Fevri No. 11.
"That's a place where I'm temporarily staying. It's not my place. I can't take you in without the owner's consent."
After Goethe finished speaking, he got on the carriage.
Silla didn't hesitate and followed.
Looking at Silla sitting opposite, Goethe frowned even more tightly.
"You have a carriage."
Goethe emphasized.
It's not that I'm not used to riding in a carriage with strangers, it's that I'm not used to riding in a carriage with a dangerous person like Silla.
"Just let the coachman follow behind."
Silla smiled and waved her hand, looking unconcerned.
Goethe was keenly aware that Silla in front of him did this on purpose.
It seems that when he feels unhappy, the other person will be... very happy?
"What a perverted hobby."
Goethe said this and looked out the car window.
Silla's hand holding the fan had veins popping out again.
However, Silla immediately started laughing.
"Do you think I will be angry if you say this, and then be kicked off the carriage by you?"
"You're so naive!"
"Let me tell you, when you said this, instead of being angry, I was very happy!"
