Goethe did not explain more, but just a question was enough for Andinan, a smart young man.
In an instant, Andinan thought of more details.
"You're saying that last night's attacker was related to the White Lion Club?"
The young man also frowned.
Then, the young man whispered to himself——
"My arrangement cannot be called a big deal. I know that there were not many people at the party last night. Moreover, the other party had a better opportunity before, but chose last night - because I contacted you at noon yesterday.
And you hid extraordinary information in the newspaper. You are a real extraordinary person, not a liar, so they couldn't wait to take action at night."
"However, they did not realize that you had made arrangements in advance."
"One failure did not make them give up, so they immediately launched a second attack."
"Then, it failed again."
After 'reviewing' the entire incident, the young man let out a long sigh.
"Except for the three bodyguards, there is no one else who can keep an eye on me so effectively."
"The waiters at home don't even know about my meeting with you."
"Moreover, they also take turns serving as coachmen..."
"hiss!"
"I suddenly felt like I was wearing nothing and standing in the cold wind."
The young man took a deep breath.
No one likes to be watched, and what’s more, it’s 24 hours a day.
Of course, more importantly, the three bodyguards are dead!
As soon as the attackers appeared last night, the three bodyguards were shot to death randomly.
Kill and silence!
This cruel method chills young people.
"Mr. Marple, shall we change to another club?"
Andinan asked.
Even though the young man wanted to turn his horse around and go to a safer place, he did not forget to consult Goethe.
"unnecessary."
"We need to keep ourselves under their radar."
"At least, let them think we are under their surveillance."
Goethe shook his head.
Compared with tracking the extraordinary person who controls the crow, the 'White Lion Club' in front of us is obviously more real.
Since the other party dared to control the crows to attack him, he must have a comprehensive means to cover up his whereabouts. Therefore, even if he asked people to search for him, Goethe had no hope for the final result and only did it out of habit.
But the 'White Lion Club' is different.
If the 'White Lion Club' is really the opponent's sphere of influence.
On the premise that the other party does not know that they already know the other party's identity, some loopholes will appear.
And him?
As long as you seize this flaw, it will be enough to reverse the situation!
There may even be extra rewards!
"is that so?"
"Understood!"
Andinan nodded, and then silently blamed himself in his heart.
Andinan!
You just thought about helping Mr. Marple, but now you are thinking about escaping. You really shouldn't!
Are you about to forget your oath now?
Do you want to give up the investigation into your mother's murderer?
call!
After the young man took a deep breath, his eyes became firm.
"I will try my best!"
Andy spoke loudly and looked promising.
"Don't show any flaws."
"Stay within my sight as much as possible."
Goethe warned again.
"good."
Andinan nodded again.
During the rest of the journey, the two did not say anything about the 'White Lion Club', but chatted. Goethe hoped to learn more about the world in front of him from Andinan.
Young people, on the other hand, are happy to share interesting stories with people they respect.
Half an hour later, the carriage slowly stopped.
"Mr. Marple, here we are!"
Coachman Rick said, and opened the door for Goethe.
Goethe stepped out of the carriage and looked at the 'White Lion Club' in front of him.
There is no conspicuous signboard, and even the outer walls are gray and extremely inconspicuous. The location is at the southern edge of the city of Hersettins, but it occupies a very large area, with pine trees growing inside the walls.
Standing up, blocking the view from the outside, there are two waiters who look like guards at the door.
Moreover, Goethe could keenly sense that after he walked towards the carriage, there were at least three eyes locked on him and sizing him up.
Not the guard at the door.
Instead, there are secret whistles hidden all around.
Military camp!
The first impression rose in Goethe's mind.
At this time, Andinan walked over with a smile.
"Hi, Bill, Brick."
The young man looked like an acquaintance.
"Master Andinan, good morning."
The two serious guards showed a smile.
"Is Colonel Chimok here?"
"I brought a friend and wanted to go through the membership procedures."
As the young man spoke, he turned aside and introduced Goethe behind him.
Goethe raised his right hand and touched the brim of his hat. He did not take off his hat completely, but it was still a greeting.
The two guards immediately nodded in response, and the guard named Bill said directly: "Master Andinan, please and your friends, come with me."
"The Colonel is in the office."
Colonel Chimok is the owner of the 'White Lion Club'.
However, unlike other bosses, Colonel Chimok insisted that everyone who knew him call him "Colonel", not "Sir", "Your Excellency", and not the so-called "Manager".
Even if the other party runs the club.
Moreover, this club must be recommended by two ordinary members or one senior member to join.
Andinan is undoubtedly a senior member here, and he is quite popular. Along the way, people will stop and say hello to Andinan from time to time. Even Goethe received a kind greeting.
Following Bill, the two walked into the building on the side of the club.
Different from the three-story main building, the building here is a tent.
There was a map made of cowhide hanging inside the tent, with various marks marked with red and blue ink. In addition, there was a camp bed standing in the corner of the tent.
The entire tent is clean and tidy, but it also has a resolute feel.
Just like the middle-aged man standing in front of the map.
He has a strong face, sharp eyes, and his hair is meticulously combed.
The opponent was wearing a military uniform, but had no military rank, and the military boots on his feet were wiped clean without any dust.
After hearing the footsteps, he turned his head, waved to Bill, and looked directly at Andinan.
"Private Private Andy Nan, has your mission been completed?"
"I'm sorry, my colonel."
"My mission failed, I need more reinforcements."
"At the same time, I bring friendly troops!"
Andinan cooperated with Colonel Chimok to introduce Goethe.
"All friendships are welcome here!"
“Welcome to the ‘White Lion Club’ friends!”
Just when Goethe was thinking about whether to cooperate, Colonel Chimok returned to normal, took a step forward, and extended his palm.
Goethe raised his hand and shook it.
The fingertips, tiger's mouth, palms, and palm edges are all covered with calluses.
Moreover, the palms are broad and powerful.
'Proficient in fighting and shooting!'
Goethe made his judgment instantly.
Similarly, Colonel Chimok also made a judgment.
"What a great reinforcement!"
After saying that, the other party turned around and walked towards the map hanging in the tent, and pulled out a contract from behind the map.
"Recruit Andinan, you know who to go to."
"certainly!"
The young man saluted with a smile, and with Colonel Chimok's feigned anger in his eyes, he left the tent with Goethe.
After walking some distance, Andinan looked at Goethe calmly.
There was a questioning look in his eyes.
After a slight hesitation, Goethe shook his head without any trace.
He did not feel the aura of the extraordinary in the other party.
Or to be precise, he didn't feel the aura of the extraordinary person he knew in the other person, but that didn't rule out that the other person was a hidden extraordinary person.
The young man immediately understood what Goethe meant and began to introduce some things about the 'White Lion Club'.
After that, there is a series of processes such as payment and membership.
Nothing of note happened.
Everything is normal.
Even in the next two weeks, everything was fine.
These two weeks can be regarded as the most comfortable days Goethe has had recently.
I eat breakfast every morning and read historical books related to the "Dark Dynasty". I eat at home at noon. In the afternoon, I go to the White Lion Club to practice shooting. After dinner at the club, I return to 11 Kimmel Street to write.
I read until late at night, had a midnight snack, and fell asleep peacefully.
Andinan was involved in the entire process, even staying at 11 Kimmel Street at night.
This is for security reasons.
Of course, for convenience, Andinan also brought his own chef.
Goethe welcomed this.
But the happiest thing was the maid Maria.
Because this maid learned new dishes from the other party.
He also promised Goethe that he would make new dishes soon.
After Goethe smiled and gave encouragement, he told Andinan to tell the other party's chef that he must teach normal and ordinary dishes.
After thinking for a while, the young man understood what Goethe meant.
Mr. Marple must have an extraordinary background, so the so-called normal and ordinary dishes by Mr. Marple must be the legendary dishes that only traditional nobles can eat.
The reason is to remind him that it is normal and ordinary.
Naturally, it is because Mr. Marple is approachable and unwilling to show differences.
Mr. Marple doesn't want to show the difference, but I can't ignore it!
With this idea in mind, the young man began to collect traditional aristocratic dishes and asked his chef to teach his maid Maria as much as he could.
Moreover, it has already achieved initial results.
"Lord Marple, Maria will give you a surprise tonight!"
When the two of them walked side by side to the shooting classroom of the White Lion Club, Andinan said mysteriously.
"surprise?"
"I'm looking forward to it!"
Goethe immediately guessed that it was Maria who had mastered the new dishes, and immediately smiled - he couldn't wait.
However, the next moment, Goethe frowned.
There are people in the shooting classroom with the door closed.
Two weeks ago, Andinan had booked this shooting classroom.
Therefore, there cannot be anyone here who is right.
But at this time, there was a clear sound of breathing inside.
There’s more than one!
The corners of Goethe's mouth curled up slightly——
