Calamity Crown

2022-03-13

Chapter 147 Play! (please subscribe ~ ask for monthly pass~)

It looks a little cold.

Hair up.

I am used to wearing a white coat.

Goethe quickly confirmed the doctor’s identity, thinking about the characteristics Astrid told him to belong to Camilla.

However, Goethe didn’t immediately walk over to inform the other party of his intentions.

Instead, I walked towards a corner of the ‘clinic’ lobby.

There is a robot there.

The robber, who lost an arm, is sitting in the corner thinking about what to do after himself – the original team will definitely not be able to go back, and the team will inevitably raise a disabled person.

And to install a mechanical arm is not a cost he can afford.

Sure enough…

Am I just a trash guy?

This robber fills with despair at the thought of becoming a precarious trash guy.

So much so that when Goethe walked in, he didn’t notice.

The robber didn’t look up until the atmosphere around him wasn’t right.

And then—

“Lord ‘Joker’!”

robber exclaimed, jumping up.

“Shh, be quiet.”

“Can you show me your weapon?”

Goethe asked with a smile.

“Dang, of course!”

Robber took out all the weapons on his body again and again nodded, and made a homemade iron pipe pistol, a dagger, two explosives and a rusty handle thick-backed machete.

Goethe looked at the other party’s fearful appearance, and only felt a little abnormal.

Although Goethe asked the [Blood Raven Spirit] to inquire about him when he decided to enter the ‘clinic’, there were naturally rumors about him, but Goethe didn’t care.

It wasn’t until he actually showed up that he suddenly realized that these guys seemed to be serious.

Really take him as the rumored villain.

And, while terrifying him, he was unusually… adored.

The kind of worship of powerhouse that comes out of weak are prey to the strong!

It’s like a bunch of people with Stockholm Syndrome.

It’s like the robot in front of you.

Goethe could clearly see the heat in the other’s eyes.

But that doesn’t stop it, Goethe one after another touches these weapons.

In the end, the original target was picked up: the rusty thick-backed machete.

[Thick-backed machete (rusted): As a once-sharp weapon, it was deeply loved by its original owner, who used it to obtain food, money and houses until it was destroyed by a descendant of the ‘prophet’. After the gun was dropped, even the thick-backed machete became the spoíls of war of the descendant of the ‘prophet’. The descendant of the ‘prophet’ who did not know his identity used it to cut off the head of the previous owner and accidentally The palm was scratched by the rusty blade…]

【Get Bloody Honor x1】

……

It’s here!

According to the divination just now, Goethe confirmed that [Bloody Honor] was in the vicinity, and immediately narrowed the range again.

‘Clinic’!

This answer surprised Goethe.

To Goethe’s heart too.

The result of the divination was correct, and it also proved that his previous guess was correct.

The bloodline left by the ‘Mad King’ in the world in front of him is not just the three who were strung together and placed at the top of the ‘Doomsday Fortress’.

The other party has more bloodline descendants left.

Even though those descendants are dead.

But enough for Goethe.

He will definitely be able to get more [Bloody Honor].

Example: The thick-backed machete in front of me.

However, Goethe, who put the thick-backed machete back into the opponent’s hand, did not turn away immediately.

He’s too conspicuous at the moment.

It would be too suspicious to just turn around and leave.

Although there is a high probability that it will not be guessed by the stupid robbers around, but it will make the doctors and nurses suspicious.

Even if Goethe can explain it, once the seeds of doubt are planted, they are very difficult to uproot.

even more how, his ‘attending doctor’ is not that easy to fool.

So, Goethe needs to make sense of everything, and… get that doctor to admit to being ‘like’!

next moment ——

“Very good weapon!”

“I think it should be extremely sharp at the beginning, but after lack of tempering, it will grow Rusty!”

“Just like you at this moment…”

“Do you want to be such a dull knife too?”

in admiration Goethe, suddenly changed the conversation, looked towards the robber who was missing an arm.

“I, I…”

robber not knowing what to do.

“You lose an arm, you give up.”

“But why don’t you think, did the guy who lost your arm give up?”

“Don’t you have to start regretting why you gave up after you really lost everything and started picking up trash?”

Goethe looked at each other and picked up the thick handle again. Back the machete, gently turned a knife flower.

“And the guys who lost your arm?”

“They’re eating steak and drinking red wine and talking and talking, but not a word about you—because, you It’s not worth mentioning.”

“You’ve long been forgotten.”

“Even, you’re dead.”

“You didn’t die in the first place. On the battlefield where you can fight a way to survive, you die in a corner without a name, and maybe it will become the ration of those mutant creatures.”

“This kind of result is what you want. ?”

Goethe looked into the other person’s eyes.

“no!”

“This is not what I want!”

“I don’t want this!”

robber Shaking his head, the anger and the potion remaining in the opponent’s body made the opponent’s cheeks flush red, and even those eyes began to glow red.

Goethe smiled.

The cracked corners of his mouth revealed a hideous smile.

He handed back the thick-backed machete in his hand.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Goethe said this, and jumped to the front desk of the ‘clinic’, he looked at the rest of the wounded in the ‘clinic’. The disabled robber, shouting loudly-

“What are you waiting for?”

“Waiting for death?”

“Are you waiting again? Haven’t you tried it?”

“You were prepared for this when you fought the ‘Doomsday Fortress’, now what? You’ve backed away, which made your bravery before Worthless!”

“Also make your life worthless!”

“You are injured, you are disabled.”

“But you are not dead yet!”

“Then why don’t you fight again?”

“You have guns and knives in your hands, and you are familiar with the current war situation!”

“And, you can unite!”

“Go! Go!”

“Go and give it another go!”

“Go get what you deserve!”

“hehe hahaha!”

After the shout, there were bursts of laughter.

And such laughter seemed to give ‘new life’ to these disabled robbers, who were already wandering in despair, not knowing what to do and making decisions.

The robber, who was the first to talk to Goethe, sorted out his equipment and walked out of the clinic, talking as he walked.

“Does anyone want to come with me?”

“Me!”

“Count me in!”

“ And me!”

Robbers followed one by one.

The immobile robbers also struggled to their feet.

They felt ‘opportunity’!

A chance to turn around!

The crippled robber sets off and returns to the field.

Goethe’s frantic laughter echoes through the ‘clinic’.

The nurses were terrified.

Camilla was short of breath and had to take a few deep breaths to recover.

She hesitated and walked to Goethe.

“Mr. Joker, please do not hinder me from treating patients and leave my clinic.”

The doctor said so.

The eyes were full of vigilance.

She wants to keep herself safe.

A scalpel has appeared in her hand.

Two ‘Defender’ droids have picked up their reels.

But to Camilla’s surprise, Goethe didn’t do anything drastic. Instead, she took off her jacket in front of her, revealing a ferocious wound on her abdomen.

“My intestines fell out, I stuffed it back in, I sewed up my belly, but they didn’t grow together.”

Goethe said, using Hand gestures on the abdomen.

The calm tone and serious expression reveal more madness.

This time, even Camilla can’t stand it.

The doctor took a step back.

Goethe jumped off the bar and walked towards the other side.

“Don’t come here!”

Camilla has a scalpel in her hand.

“Are you going to operate on me right away?”

“I’m going to lie here?”

“Or here?”

Goethe smiled and pointed to the table at the front desk and then to the chair beside him.

“Give me a ward!”

“I don’t want 13.”

“I hate that number.”

“I want to go to number 6, that’s a good number.”

Goethe’s seemingly casual remark made Camilla’s knuckles turning white as she held the scalpel.

See through?

When did he find out?

The uncertainty in her heart made Camilla more and more afraid to act rashly.

Listening to Camilla’s heartbeat, Goethe was slightly relaxed.

It should be done!

After exploring the entire ‘clinic’ with [Blood Raven Spirit] and discovering some of the little secrets, Goethe completely gave up on telling Camilla that he was introduced by Astrid.

Because of no insurance.

Camilla was clearly more than Astrid described.

The danger level is too much.

Different from the superficial madness of other people in the wasteland.

This Doctor Camilla is the madness hidden in the bones.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t be shredding those bastards with such excitement in his eyes and bursts of happy laughter in his mouth.

Goethe doesn’t feel comfortable giving himself to someone like that.

Who knows what terrifying things will happen.

But he does need a doctor.

As for finding other doctors?

Goethe cannot guarantee that those doctors are also normal.

Or safer than Camilla.

At least Camilla’s madness has some sanity and her own bottom line.

The rest of the guys don’t necessarily do anything for fame or money.

He now has a ‘Joker’ head, and there must be many people glare like a tiger watching his prey.

So, he chose Camilla.

So here comes the problem!

Q: What should you do if you want a madman to help you sincerely?

Almost instantly, the answer came to Goethe’s mind.

Become a peer of the other.

Moreover, it’s even crazier than the other party.

So far, Goethe is doing well.

In room 6, the nurse brought a tranquilizer.

“No need.”

Goethe refused.

Camilla waved her hand to signal the nurse to remove the sedative and cut through the sutures with a scalpel, leaving Goethe’s abdomen completely open.

The doctor glanced at Goethe.

Found Goethe lying there so peacefully, humming an unknown little tune.

Even when she took out the other person’s intestines and sutured them, there was no change in the slightest.

Trembling, not hands.

My heart is trembling.

Camilla asked suddenly, holding Goethe’s intestines in her hands.

“Why did you do this?”

Goethe, who had been holding back the pain, pretended to be okay, and almost yelled.

But I didn’t dare.

His intestines are being held by the other party.

Goethe, whose mind was spinning rapidly, stuck out his tongue, licked the cracked corner of his mouth, and said in that unique voice.

“Because of creating a little commotion, breaking the original order, and making everything chaotic – everything will be made fair!”

“Fair?”

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Camilla murmured, slightly paused in her hands.

Goethe trembling in fear, Camilla continued.

“You’re crazy because of fairness?”

“No, no.”

“Look, madness is like gravity, Sometimes all it takes is a nudge.”

Goethe spreads his hands, looking towards Camilla with sincerity in his eyes.

“A push?”

“Crazy is born?”

“Crazy attracts each other?”

Camilla Continue to whisper.

This looks, obviously, something is wrong.

But to Goethe’s relief, he didn’t ask any more questions, and the stitches sped up.

When it was all over, the doctor left.

The nurse brought the needle.

In other words, after placing the two needles at a distance of two meters away from Goethe, they ran out.

Goethe checked and confirmed it was a genuine needle.

The next moment of raising his hand to inject, Goethe felt like he was speeding up his recovery.

Health, coming soon.

That’s enough to make Goethe happy.

Sometimes, there will always be some people who will spoil the fun.

Outside the ‘clinic’, three ‘towns’ in the shape of sailboats approached quickly, and immediately surrounded the ‘clinic’.

(End of this chapter)