Sitting in the carriage, Goethe could guess what Sheriff Lanster was doing without looking around.
He did it on purpose.
When the other party could call out Andinan's name, Goethe guessed that the other party must be deeply impressed by Andinan.
When I came to chat at this time, I naturally came with the purpose of testing.
Normally, Goethe would never pay attention to the other party.
But at this time?
But it’s different!
Because Goethe could not confirm that what Andinan said was true.
Yes, the other party is Andinan.
Lanster confirmed this.
But what about the others?
Could it be true?
What if the whole thing was set up by Andinan?
From meeting, to talking, to inviting, was it just to lead him into a trap?
This possibility is not impossible.
Therefore, Goethe felt that having another 'insurance' was not a bad thing.
What's more, even with Andinan's identity, Goethe was suspicious.
This is the same even if the other party is known to many people in Hersettins.
After all, Poirot Marple was also known to many people in Hersettins.
As long as there is enough foreshadowing, everything will be true!
Moreover, Goethe knew quite well that the reason why he was able to survive until retirement in his hometown was not because he was more powerful than anyone else, but because he was more careful than anyone else.
After arriving in Luster, Goethe had no intention of changing.
After entering the "secret realm", Goethe had no intention of changing.
He didn't want to die like this.
At least, you can't die without enjoying a real retirement.
And how to enjoy retirement?
Naturally, we start with daily food.
besides……
Enough pension!
The latter requires saving little by little.
former?
"Maria, I need a lunch—normal, just regular."
After Goethe returned to No. 11 Kimmel Street, he gave direct instructions.
"Okay, Master."
Maria was quite surprised when Goethe returned suddenly. However, as a qualified maid, she did not ask any questions and immediately started preparing the unexpected lunch.
There are sufficient food reserves in the kitchen.
In order not to let her master starve, Maria prepared lunch as quickly as possible.
"Cold beef, steamed potatoes, tomato soup, and baked apples."
"I learned how to bake apples from a female chef who once served in a noble family. It is said that she could grill more than a dozen kinds of fruits perfectly at that time."
“Come and try it!”
As she said this, Maria looked at Goethe expectantly.
The cold beef is similar to the sauced beef that Goethe had eaten. It is salty and light, with a unique beef taste. It is paired with soft and glutinous mashed potatoes and a sip of sweet and sour tomato soup. It is really comfortable - prepare these in such a short time
, Goethe was quite satisfied.
Except baked apples.
Picking up the slightly burnt apple, Goethe opened his mouth, unable to swallow.
After trying it twice, Goethe calmly put the baked apple aside and concentrated on eating other foods.
When all the other food was gone, Goethe said with regret.
“The food is so delicious, I just can’t eat anymore.”
"I know it's not good to waste food."
"But you can leave it to Kai - Kai will wake up in the evening and will definitely like it very much."
Goethe said as he walked upstairs.
He thought it was best for him to rest for a while at this time.
"Okay, Master."
Maria's voice was a little disappointed.
The apple she baked with the most care was obviously this.
She thought she would be praised by her master.
In the bedroom on the third floor, Goethe was lying on the bed and could still hear the sound of the maid clearing away the dishes. He couldn't understand why Maria would learn those weird recipes.
Normally cooked food is obviously delicious.
Is it for the sake of excellence?
Is it just that the direction is wrong?
Shaking his head, Goethe, who couldn't figure it out for the moment, began to wait patiently.
He is waiting for Andinan.
About an hour later, there was a knock on the door of 11 Kimmel Street.
The young man appeared at the door with three of his bodyguards.
Signaling the three bodyguards to wait outside the door, the young man walked to the reception room on the second floor under Maria's guidance.
"Want something to drink?"
Goethe asked with a smile.
“Coffee bar.”
Andinan said.
"Maria, bring me a cup of tea and a cup of coffee."
Goethe ordered.
After the maid brought the drinks and exited the reception room, Andinan immediately took out a burnt note and placed it in front of Goethe.
"This is my mother's legacy!"
said the young man.
Goethe picked up the burnt notebook.
Goethe had no way of knowing the complete number of pages in the notebook, but based on the remaining proportions of the two sides of the cover that were still intact, the truly complete notebook should be a circle larger than the palm of an adult male, and now only
About a third of the way.
To this extent, not to mention that Goethe didn’t even have a basic foundation in “Pictures and Words”. Even if he was truly proficient in “Pictures and Words”, Goethe would not be able to understand what was written in it.
However, this does not prevent Goethe from saying.
"I need to transcribe it."
"Afterwards, I will return it to you."
"certainly."
The young man did not refuse.
If possible, he absolutely does not want to lose his mother's relics.
Now Goethe is just copying, and the young people are naturally very happy.
Goethe copied it carefully.
About half an hour later, Goethe copied the remaining thirteen pages of the notebook into his own notes - Goethe marked the numbers according to the original number of pages in the notebook.
"Did you find anything?"
Andinan asked.
"It still needs time to interpret. What are your thoughts on the party tonight?"
Goethe changed the subject without leaving any trace.
"I plan to form a small trade fair - of course, a trade fair centered on us. We will host it and make it as routine as possible, and then get what we want from it."
"In order to achieve this goal, I had some plans before, but this is not safe. Fortunately, you appeared."
"Let us achieve our goals more smoothly."
"So, this small trade fair will ultimately focus on 'you'."
"I just need to know the truth about my mother's death - that's what you need to guarantee."
Andinan did not hide his thoughts, and at the same time, he made a promise.
Just as Goethe commented, the young man in front of him is a very smart person.
And, know what you want.
"What's your plan?"
Goethe asked.
"Show me how powerful I am and convince them - I can use balloons and phosphorus to create will-o'-the-wisps, and I can use convex lenses and light screens to create phantoms..."
"The flaws are too big!"
"It's hard to hide it from someone who cares!"
"and……"
"Simply being powerful is not enough to convince them!"
Goethe interrupted the young man's words, and then gave his own suggestion.
