Chapter 51: Inheritance!~~ Ask for a monthly ticket~)
Luster, suburbs.
A group of people wearing scarlet cloaks stood in a special position.
The low sound of curses continued.
Cold and withered.
Invisible power spreads.
The day in June suddenly entered the cold winter.
Standing aside, a man wearing the same hood and cloak let out a low laugh.
"Come on! Come on!"
"A bunch of self-righteous guys!"
The laughter was filled with disdain. When the other party raised his head slightly, a pair of red eyes exuded a faint light in the night.
…
A few minutes later, Kyle was dug out of the rubble by Goethe.
"Lord Morey's "Keeper's Manual" saved me."
Kyle said this, and then started to struggle.
However, this is obviously an extravagant wish.
Although he had the "Secret Keeper's Manual" given by Morey as protection, Kyle was still seriously injured at this time and lost all mobility. However, compared with the attacker who turned into a corpse, he was no better.
Already.
"Can you hand me that head?"
Kyle begged.
Goethe did not refuse and handed the charred head not far away to Kyle.
"Thank you, Goethe."
"Gentleman, gentleman..."
Holding his head, Kyle wanted to say something, but in the end nothing came out. The young man could only choke when he thought of the innocent old Henry.
Goethe glanced at Kyle and said nothing more.
He is not good at comforting others.
It is within his power to dig out Kyle from under the rubble.
When [Hand-Hand Combat] reached Extraordinary, not only did his attack methods undergo earth-shaking changes, but his [Physical] attribute also reached a level of 2.8 under normal conditions. His all-round physical fitness was nearly three times that of an ordinary person, allowing his hearing to be enhanced.
Kyle's moans in the ruins were clearly captured.
Goethe turned around and walked towards the "Murder in the Mist" again.
The opponent's head fell to the ground with his eyes wide open, as if he was still dead.
Goethe made two quick shots.
Immediately, the eyes of the ‘Mist Killer’ became two bloody holes.
Although the other party seems to be dying, Goethe still believes that this is a good habit and needs to be continued.
Then, he took off his grandfather's ring from the hand of the 'Mist Killer' and picked up the 'Executioner'.
[Executioner: This is an extremely cruel weapon. Its original user did not use it as a weapon to fight, but used it to punish his slaves. In the end, it cut off the head of the original user.
, was taken away; Effect: The sharp side has an attack 'above the blade level', while the jagged side will bring 'bullet level' pain to the cut person (just pain, not real damage, but
But it can destroy the spirit of the person who was cut)]
…
When I picked up the 'Executioner', words appeared in front of my eyes.
But when Goethe picked up his grandfather's bronze ring, he was stunned.
Because Goethe found a line of text inside the ring: Is the wandering between reason and irrationality important?
If it were just this, Goethe would not be stunned.
The real reason for his confusion was that this line of text was completely written in the script of his hometown that he was familiar with.
"this?"
Just when Goethe was confused, a faint light flashed through the copper ring, and the next moment, it appeared on the index finger of Goethe's left hand.
[Unknown object found, determining...]
[Identify the opening key and pass the judgment!]
【Inheritance completed!】
…
Three lines of text flashed before his eyes, and then a dark night sky appeared in front of Goethe's eyes.
It was a night sky that was darker and deeper than the night sky in Luster.
Seven stars hang on it, forming a '丄' shape, shining extremely brightly.
The luster of the three stars is dim, appearing in a row with a white one at the bottom, a gray one on top, a black one on top, and a red one on top.
The three dim ones were like candles in the wind, as if they were about to be extinguished at any moment.
The white one is like cream, exuding an alluring brilliance.
The gray one is like a fog, making it difficult for people to distinguish.
The black one is like an abyss, and it is about to be swallowed up by the naked eye.
The red one was full of omens, but it was what concerned Goethe the most. It was ominous that ordinary people would avoid just by taking a glance at it, but it made Goethe look at it intently, as if there was something there that was attracting him to go there.
It's like seeing food when you're hungry.
Completely instinctive.
Goethe almost gritted his teeth before he could look away.
Then, when he looked at the dim stars, the words appeared again——
[Yes/No, consume 500 gold grams to enter the secret realm?]
…
"Secret Realm?!"
Goethe was shocked.
When looking at these stars, he had already begun to guess what these stars represented, but Goethe never thought that these stars actually represented the 'secret realm'.
Based on the attitude of the owner of the Pine Nut Hotel towards the ‘secret place’, Goethe could imagine the value of the ‘secret place’.
And that...
Just one!
Now there are seven!
"'Descendant of the Mad King'...'Legacy of the Mad King'...'Treasure of the Mad King'!"
Goethe whispered softly in his heart.
Finally, determined——
‘The Mad King’s Treasure’!
The bronze ring in front of you is the 'Mad King's Treasure'.
And the clues to the ‘Mad King’s Treasure’ mentioned by ‘The Murderer in the Mist’?
Goethe was not sure that it was his grandfather's old mystery that deceived him.
Or is the other party trying to spread suspicion?
Or maybe there was some wonderful misunderstanding.
These are not important to Goethe now. His eyes once again scanned the stars representing the 'secret realm'.
Each star with dim luster will prompt [Consumption of 500 gold grams], while white, gray, black, and red have no prompt.
"Does the 'secret realm' at the bottom have to be 'completed' before the 'secret realm' above can be opened?"
Arranged according to the pattern of ‘丄’, Goethe guessed.
Then, he completely retracted his gaze from the ring.
It’s not that I don’t want to go to the ‘secret place’ to find out.
But, no money.
He doesn't have 500 gold grams.
Now his total net worth is only 192 gold grams, 11 silver cords, 30 copper horns and 1 and a half copper horns.
The difference from 500 gold grams is too far.
certainly!
There is also disaster!
Goethe did not forget Morey's words that whenever the "secret realm" is opened, it will bring disaster.
He needs more information about the 'Secret Realm'.
Confirm more conditions before turning it on.
as well as……
That text!
Imprinted in the copper ring, the familiar words of hometown!
"Could it be that the 'Mad King' is also..."
Goethe guessed, and then his eyes were attracted by the sound of horse hooves in the distance.
A carriage is coming at a high speed.
It's Sheela.
The leader of the Garden Club and the owner of the Hunter Bar drove a carriage to Goethe and jumped out of the carriage with a look of embarrassment.
"You know what?"
"You owe me a big favor!"
"I...xxx! It's that guy!"
Before the lady finished speaking, she saw the body of the 'Mist Killer' on the ground. Immediately, after a burst of exclamation greetings mixed with local slang, she walked straight towards the body.
It wasn't a search for the body, it was spitting on the body.
"asshole!"
"You bastard!"
"You smart fool!"
The lady continued to spit on the body of the 'Mist Killer' while cursing.
"what happened?"
Goethe had a bad premonition in his heart.
"This guy made us think that he had successfully deceived the Church of Flesh and Blood, but in fact, everything here is controlled by the Church of Flesh and Blood - these guys are more cunning than imagined, they hide in the dark,
Let this idiot successfully attract all our attention, and then secretly arrange it... No, it's not secretly arranged, in short... you go ask them!"
The more the lady couldn't explain, the more irritable she became, with a look of panic that Goethe had never seen before.
Goethe immediately opened the carriage door, and Morey and Mrs. Burns were half leaning on their seats.
Both of them were covered in blood. Mrs. Burns fell into a coma again, while Morey weakly raised his hand, gestured to Goethe, and smiled bitterly.
"While I was fighting with the bodyguard of the owner of the Pine Nut Hotel, the 'Flesh and Blood Church' used those corpses to initiate the ritual."
"ceremony?"
Goethe's bad premonition became stronger and stronger.
"'Gate of Flesh'!"
"It is..."
Boom!
Before Morey finished his explanation, the whole Luster started to tremble.
Amid the trembling of the earth, a gate made entirely of flesh and bones slowly rose from the ground with a heavy roar, like the roar of the undead, shrouding the entire Luster like a shadow.
Seeing this scene, Morey's face completely lost all color.
