Calamity Crown

2022-01-18

Chapter 17 The Unexpected Way…

Really came to Swart?

Goethe sat down quietly.

He and the other men in the hall watched as Swart and the young maid walked towards the corridor on the side of the hall – the stairs leading to the second floor.

Different from the envy of other men.

Goethe is thinking.

He didn’t believe that Ms. Sierra would come to Swart for no reason.

There must be something going on.

And just as Goethe was thinking, a ball of paper was thrown into his arms.

Quietly opening the ball of paper, it clearly reads—

The bathroom!

Goethe squeezed the palm of his hand and regrouped the note. When everyone’s attention was drawn to Swart, he turned and walked towards the bathroom at the corner of the hall.

“Here.”

Morey’s voice came from the lady’s side.

Goethe frowned.

He did not enter immediately, but remained standing at the door.

And Morey came out of the bathroom.

Seeing Morey, Goethe frowned even more.

Even…

He felt the snack he just ate churning in his stomach.

The blue skirt, the white shawl, the heavy makeup on the face, especially the lips, not to mention the scarlet, the stubble around the lips, the stubble that has not been shaved, the hair has obviously been taken care of, but the level is average , it should be made into a more natural roll, but at the moment it looks more like a chicken coop, holding a parasol in his hand. After seeing Goethe, Morey in this look moved towards Goethe and blinked.

Oops!

Goethe couldn’t help it.

Goethe has imagined more than once since he was meeting Morey at the Garden Club tonight, but Goethe never imagined that this time the meeting would be like this.

When I met Morey for the first time, the other party was wearing a black tuxedo, white shirt, and stacked fronts. Even if the two handles were gray, he could tell he was a gentleman.

And now?

Completely a pervert.

“I’m sorry to let you see me like this!”

With that, Morey lifted the skirt apologetically.

Seeing Morey so skilled, Goethe subconsciously took a step back.

“Believe me, I don’t have any hobby in women’s clothing, I’m dressed like this because I have to.”

Morey said sadly, and then, It seemed to be subconsciously making a shy expression.

If a girl makes such an expression, it must be pleasing to the eye.

Can be made by a middle-aged man…

Vomit!

Goethe retched again in respect.

“I don’t discriminate against anyone’s hobby, as long as it doesn’t affect others.”

Goethe, who didn’t want to dwell on this issue, emphasized his force field.

Then, say it right away.

“Can you tell everything now?”

After saying that, Goethe couldn’t care less and stared straight at Morey.

Morey blinked.

Goethe just feels hot.

However, still did not give up.

“You asked Swart to investigate me in the afternoon.”

Morey didn’t answer right away, but instead asked.

“I don’t want to lose my life at will.”

Goethe nodded and said succinctly.

“Careful and cautious may not be able to live longer, but it is enough to make people look at it differently – a month ago, Luster was in charge of transcendent’s official person and two assistants, and the entire squad was wiped out. !”

“The last thing that’s marked on their journal is ‘Mist Murderer’!”

“And where the ‘Mist Murderer’ will appear is the Garden Club tonight! “

Morey said, but Goethe frowned.

Goethe speculated that the official responsible for transcendent had been killed.

It was the ‘Mist Murderer’ who killed them, Goethe could surmise.

The presence of ‘Mist Murderer’ at the Garden Club is understandable.

But he didn’t understand why Morey was so sure that ‘Mist Murderer’ would be at the Garden Club tonight.

Seems to have seen Goethe’s doubts, and Morey gave the answer right away.

“Divination!”

Goethe startled.

It was an answer he never thought of.

How versatile is divination?

If so, why not just find ‘Mist Murderer’?

How troublesome is it?

“Divination is not omnipotent, especially the results of divination, it requires extremely professional personnel to be able to interpret – if it wasn’t for ‘Mist Murderer’ who killed Alan Crowley and his two assistants , the Master won’t shoot either.”

Morey explained immediately.

“en. ”

Goethe, who doesn’t know the power of transcendent, can only be nodded. Although his heart is more and more eager for this power, Goethe knows that the present is not the most suitable When asking questions.

So he went on to ask, “What about my family? Why are they so unfortunate.”

Morey’s expression immediately turned serious.

“That’s exactly what I’m going to tell you!”

“Goethe .Wayne, ‘Wayne’ shouldn’t be your last name, your real last name should be… Modeus !”

“Goethe, Modeus!”

“Of course, you are a little unfamiliar with this surname. If you replace it with a surname that ordinary people understand, you should have heard of—”

“George!”

Morey said a last name.

“The one branded on the coin?”

Goethe was taken aback.

When reading the text about ‘Witch’s Blessing’, he naturally knew that Goethe had an unusual bloodline called ‘Mad King’, but he never thought of ‘Mad King’ ‘It turned out to be George I.

“Yes, the Your Majesty branded on the coin, the ‘founder of Tessin’, the ‘Guardian of the Marga Islands’, the ‘Son of the Dragon’, the ‘Blessed by the Goblin’,’ The Invincible Knight ‘, George I Your Majesty.”

Morey said in an unusually respectful tone.

“So I’m considered royal?”

Goethe quipped.

Not really a joke, but a cover up.

Hide the restlessness in my heart.

Goethe clearly remembers that according to the ‘Witch’s Blessing’, he should be the one who ended the ‘Mad King bloodline’, and if George I and ‘Mad King’ were the same person, then the current Tessin What is the royal family?

Counterfeit?

Or green?

But, either way, look at Morey’s respect.

Goethe knew that wasn’t something he could do right now.

“I’m afraid this will disappoint you.”

“In January i.D 1860, the royal family and ministers promulgated the Exile Act – and since then From then on, the royal family will not recognize any of George I Your Majesty, the bloodline that was left behind, because… there are too many!”

“That Your Majesty is too energetic, according to royal records There are more than 100 children in the case, not to mention the bloodline left outside, which is simply staggering.”

“So, Goethe, you are not alone, if you will If you include distant relatives, you now have hundreds or even more relatives.”

Morey laughed and looked the head.

And Goethe was getting weirder.

The real bloodline of the ‘Mad King’ has been cut off, but there are hundreds of descendants who have inherited the name of the descendants of the ‘Mad King’.

This is really ironic.

And…

‘The Witch’!

What happened back then that made the ‘Witch’ hate the ‘Mad King’ so much?

Want to cut off the ‘Mad King’ bloodline?

Goethe thought to himself, Morey continued.

“‘Mist Murderer’ first appeared in the kingdom’s capital ‘Bord’.”

“He killed five women of the special profession by dismemberment in the eastern district of Bord. , and then disappeared.”

“We tried our best to hunt him down, but we found nothing, because every time a crime was committed, it was a foggy night, so the other party had the ‘Mist Murderer’ Name.”

“Just when we thought he was gone, he reappeared, in Luster…”

Having said this, Morey gave Goethe a special look After that, this continues.

“The death of your family should be the revenge of the ‘Mist Murderer’!”

“The previous hunt for the ‘Mist Murderer’ was an order signed by a member of the royal family— —The other party can’t resist the Tessin royal family, but they can kill the bloodline that is in decline.”

“Alan Crowley should have discovered this, he wanted to stop it, but failed, and Take your life.”

Suddenly, Goethe’s face went cold.

“Well, what do we do now?”

Goethe asked nonchalantly.

He played the vengeful teenager again.

Obviously, Goethe had done well enough to make the character popular, and Morey was only slightly sighed and had no doubts.

“Capture the opponent!”

“Or…”

“Kill the opponent!”

Morey said straight.

Then, the official Chief-In-Charge of Luster, guarantees.

“Of course, according to the agreement, I will try my best to keep you safe.”

“And, that ‘Mist Murderer’ will definitely come to me.”

“According to the other party looking for women with a special profession, and the characteristics of being young and beautiful, as long as he notices me, he will definitely attack me – don’t worry, I have a real identity here: Beatrice, a The poor girl who had to sign a short-term contract with the Garden Club in order to heal her younger sister.”

Morey’s words were confident.

So confident that Goethe’s feigned indifference can barely hold back.

“Forgetting the name Beatrice and being young and beautiful, at least you have to be a woman, right?”

“Now you look like a devil disguised as a woman. pervert!”

Goethe couldn’t help but complain in his heart.

“You still don’t know ‘mystic’!”

“And you don’t know ‘transcendent power’ either!”

“Goethe, you know…”

“A potion?”

Goethe’s distrust is obvious, next moment, Morey hands an intermediate level and a test tube appears, then, unplug the cork and drink it. do.

Morey changed dramatically in the breath.

Skin is fair, smooth, and glows like milk in the light.

The facial features are scaled down to look delicate and beautiful.

The figure is even taller, and the skirts that drag the floor can’t hide the smooth ankles.

Even the messy hair makes Morey look natural at the moment.

As for the makeup that originally looked vulgar, at this time it looked like a different kind of wildness, like a female leopard lazily climbing on a tree.

Beautiful but dangerous!

Makeup, beauty, filters are weak, is there any!

If you want to look good, you have to see plastic surgery!

Goethe sighed inwardly.

And, once again confirmed a sentence: clothes and makeup look good or not, you have to look at your face.

Just like Morey at this time, a face changed everything!

Really beautiful!

Goethe couldn’t help but praise her for being beautiful, but then she remembered what Morey looked like before, and suddenly the corners of her mouth twitched.

“Let’s go!”

“It’s our turn!”

Morey’s voice also became soft and light.

And, he raised his arm.

But, at this time, Goethe suddenly thought of something.

“According to the soothsayer, ‘Mist Murderer’ must be at the Garden Club tonight?”

He asked.

“Of course!”

Morey was sure.

Suddenly, Goethe complexion changed —

Swart!

He finally understood what the problem was!

(End of this chapter)