Chapter 56 Professional! ~ Ask for a monthly pass~~)
As agreed, after dismissing the unnecessary corpse mover, Vice Dean Muer returned to his office in a happy mood.
The other party locked the door and took out a huge money bag from the bottom drawer on the right side of the desk.
"1,2,3..."
Counting his savings is what Muer does every day before get off work.
Especially after having extra income.
There are stacks of gold crowns on the desk.
A pile of ten.
Ten piles in total.
"Including the 10 gold crowns I just acquired, there are now 100 gold crowns, and we are one-fifth of the way to the goal."
Mu'er calculated silently.
He won't always be the vice president.
What he wants is the official position of dean.
And this is not a simple matter.
Not only do you need someone at the Royal College of Medicine, you also need to pay a lot of money.
Fortunately, he has the former, and he will soon have the latter.
Of course, for this reason, he had to do something that went against his original intention.
At first, it was still very uncomfortable.
Now?
Numb?
No!
It’s regret!
I regret why he didn't do this earlier!
If he had done this earlier, he would have become the dean long ago, with his own big house, carriage, maid, and butler.
Do we still need to live in a hospital dormitory as we do now?
It might even be possible to hold a decent surgery exhibition.
"really!"
"I was too naive before!"
"How stupid!"
Muer muttered to himself and began to put the gold crown back into the bag.
And this time——
Boom, boom!
"who?"
A sudden knock on the door startled the deputy dean.
He quickly packed away the gold crowns that had not yet been put into the bag, and then stared straight at the door.
"It's me, Dean Muir."
A deep voice came.
Hearing this familiar voice, Mu'er breathed a sigh of relief.
It's a client he just met.
A very generous and not nosy customer.
The previous cooperation was very pleasant.
Moreover, the other party also said that he would ask him for something in the future.
So, at this time, Muir was quite happy to open the door.
When the other party comes, it means that he will have more money!
This means that he is getting closer to his position as dean!
The smile on the corner of his mouth did not shrink even when the opponent's dagger pierced his chest.
Mu'er lowered his head subconsciously and opened his mouth to shout, but Tucker covered his mouth with his hand.
Then, he stabbed three times in a row.
Blood splattered all over Tucker's body.
But the attacker didn't care at all. He dragged Mu'er's body into the office and began to search quickly - their boss had investigated and found that Mu'er in front of him was a very greedy person, but he did not have his own residence and still lived there.
It's in the hospital dormitory, so the bribe the other party accepted must be in the office.
His goal here, besides killing Muer and silencing him, was to find the money.
The drawers under the desk are really easy to find.
Soon, Tucker discovered the money bag.
However, just when Tucker was about to get the money bag, a voice sounded in his ears——
"Don't touch my money!"
Then, Tucker felt a pain in his throat and his vision went dark.
Goethe took out the dagger that had penetrated the opponent's neck, struck the opponent's chest twice more, and then allowed the opponent to fall to the ground.
Then Goethe picked up the money bag.
Wow!
In the sound of gold crowns shaking and colliding, the main task in front of Goethe, the wealth column changed: 1/100.
"At least 100 gold crowns is 1 point of wealth?"
Goethe frowned slightly after checking the gold crown in his wallet.
In other words, 100 wealth value requires 10,000 gold crowns?
The value of gold crowns in the 'Secret Realm' in front of me is similar to the gold crowns in the previous 'Anchor World'. Goethe knew how difficult it is to collect 10,000 gold crowns, and it is even more difficult to gather 10,000 gold crowns.
because……
identity!
Although a corpse mover from the countryside has gone to grammar school, is literate, and knows simple mathematics, what is the use of him?
I have no connections and no money.
As for the 100 gold crowns in your hand?
It seems like a lot, but it is almost impossible to double it a hundred times in a short time through regular channels.
What's more, his main mission requires not only wealth, but also fame!
Compared with wealth, one can imagine how difficult it is to obtain fame!
And that…
The extraordinary power hidden from ordinary people's eyes!
This is the most difficult thing!
Full of too many unknown variables!
However, even so, it is easier than starting in the 'Anchor World'.
The 'Goethe'-style start is almost a nightmare difficulty.
And now?
As his strength changes, the difficulty of the opening is at best below average.
After all, it's just an identity.
Goethe had too many similar experiences.
Moreover, it is already available right in front of you.
How could a group of kidnappers not prepare new identities?
He can just borrow it and use it!
…
Inside No. 21 Chuck Street, Drotta is patiently waiting for his men to return.
He considers himself a very patient hunter.
But I don’t know why, but I always feel frightened today.
"Is it because I plan to retire after finishing this work?"
Zhuota frowned slightly.
Kidnapping Andinan was his last piece of business.
Afterwards, he will tear up the vote.
then……
Kill three of his men, take the ransom and fly away to live his retirement life.
It's not that I don't trust my three subordinates.
It’s just that it’s better to take the ransom by one person than to divide it among four people, okay?
"The new guy is the simplest one - Tucker doesn't like him very much. As long as there is a little conflict, that guy will definitely be killed by Tucker. But Sil is an emotional guy and will definitely treat Tucker
Gram was dissatisfied, so I used the ransom to provoke conflict between Seal and Tucker, causing the two to kill each other. In the end, I could reap the benefits!"
Drota thought about his plan.
Simple yet effective.
He hates plans that are extremely complicated.
Because there are too many uncertainties.
On the contrary, it is this simple and has a lot of room for operation.
Of course, a lot of research and information collection in advance is necessary.
This is a good habit!
There are no disadvantages except that the cycle time of each task will be longer.
Especially in terms of safety, Zhuota likes it even more.
Otherwise, how could the four of them kill the 'sword holder' without any injuries?
Zhuota couldn't help but smile when he thought of the four fools who regarded him as friends.
Very proud!
"pity……"
"This is the last time."
"There will never be another Zhuota person in the future."
"I should spend the rest of my life with a new identity on the warm seaside in the south, right?"
Zhuota sighed with regret at first, but then he looked forward to his new identity and new life.
Involuntarily, Zhuo Ta leaned his body completely against the sofa. His fantasy of future life made him completely relax his vigilance, so that the other party did not notice a pair of hands reaching out from the shadow behind his back.
The next moment!
Both hands fell on Zhuota's head at the same time and twisted.
Click!
With the crisp sound of bones breaking, Zhuota's head hung softly.
Looking at Zhuota who had expired, Goethe slowly walked out from behind the curtain, patted his chest twice more, and then returned to the second floor via the stairs.
Just now Goethe entered through the second-floor window of 21 Chalkstrasse.
It was easier to get in than expected.
And Zhuota's vigilance?
Facing Goethe, whose physical fitness is almost three times that of ordinary people at this moment, it is completely useless.
In fact, there is not only a gap in physical fitness, but also a gap in skills.
Some of the layouts of Zhuo Pagoda seem very good to ordinary people.
But in Goethe's view, that was amateurism.
Even, simple.
It's easy to deal with it naturally.
After carefully searching the room upstairs, Goethe quickly found what he was looking for in the room on the back: identification!
The set of identification documents and a revolver were placed in a woven rattan suitcase.
After checking the ammunition, Goethe inserted the revolver into his waist and began to check the identity documents.
"Poirot Marple is a son of a declining aristocracy. His parents died young. He has military experience. He has also published articles in many newspapers and periodicals. He is a travel writer?"
Goethe looked at it and couldn't help but sigh at the completeness of this identity certificate. Then, with a corner of his mouth, he said softly——
