Calamity Crown

2022-01-22

Chapter 41 If you hesitate, you will lose!

‘Mist Murderer’!

The other party was hiding beside him just now.

The ‘Flesh Believer’ was able to sneak into the room silently, and the sneak attack on him was undoubtedly the handwriting of the other party.

It should be the other party who can quickly solve Mrs. Burns and kill the steward.

And now?

The other party should be a ‘fisherman’!

Morey, who delivered the fatal blow to ‘Flesh Son’, is now unsteady.

For each other, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

As for him?

I am afraid that the other party will not pay attention to it!

Goethe took a deep breath and started reloading the revolver.

He hoped that the other party would not take him seriously.

Because, only then, will he have a glimmer of survival!

His hole card…

There is one more!

Only one chance!

Goethe stood holding his breath with two guns, while Morey leaned against the wall, trying his best not to fall. At the same time, a revolver appeared in the hands of the transcendent official.

Most of the time, Morey doesn’t use this revolver.

For ‘transcender’, the transcendent ability is far more useful than gunpowder weapons.

And when a ‘transcender’ starts using gunpowder weapons, it means he’s at the end of his rope.

Of course, it could also be a trap.

Gasping for breath, Morey wished he was the latter.

But unfortunately, he is the former.

In fact, the simple act of drawing a gun and holding a gun made Morey feel black.

He was already seriously injured, and the blow he had just exhausted with all his strength had already made him even more injured.

Now he can’t even pull the trigger.

Thinking of this, the official person in charge of transcendent showed a wry smile.

looked towards Goethe, even more apologetically.

It is really not right for a youngster with boundless prospects to accompany him to die here.

If he could spot the ‘Flesh Church’ ‘hunting squad’ ahead of time.

If only his battle with the ‘Mist Murderer’ could be more decisive.

If…

Not so many ifs!

Reality is always cruel!

“Sorry.”

“I’ve troubled you.”

Morey apologized softly.

“No need.”

“I was involved in it.”

“He, chose.”

Goethe Saying that, his eyes looked towards the thick fog outside the door.

The surging mist is like a tide,

The gray fills all around, wrapping the whole house in it.

One second, two seconds, three seconds…

The air was filled with invisible pressure, and as the dense fog spread inch by inch, it pressed towards Goethe and Morey.

Like a mountain.

Like an abyss.

‘Mist Murderer’ is rather cautious.

It’s not just because the situation is good, it doesn’t matter.

This made Goethe’s heart sink.

The more cautious the other party, the worse it is for him.

Soon, the thick fog flooded the corridor and was about to enter the hall.

Goethe, standing in the hall, licked his dry lips lightly.

Morey struggled to stand up straight.

And just when the two sides were about to strike, a carriage gallop suddenly sounded, and three police carriages with lanterns, carrying a team of fully armed patrolmen, came towards Fevry No. 11.

“Goethe? Goethe?”

“I’m coming!”

Swart, sitting in the first carriage, shouted with his head outstretched.

Suddenly, the dense fog that was about to rush into the living room immediately retreated.

Then, it disappeared.

‘Mist Murderer’ is gone!

Goethe and Morey looked at each other and were relieved.

Both have a feeling of having avoided a catastrophe.

There is no doubt that ‘Mist Murderer”s injury is more serious than expected. Facing him, an ‘ordinary person’ and a seriously injured Morey are hesitant, when another team of ordinary armed with weapons. When person appears, he retreats without the slightest hesitation.

Plop.

Morey, who was standing upright just now, sat directly on the ground.

The official man in charge of transcendent has reached his limit.

And Goethe is still standing with a gun.

Even as Swart walked in, Goethe didn’t put his gun down.

“Don’t shoot, it’s me!”

Swart shouted, seeing something Goethe remained unmoved at once.

“Password! Yes, password!”

“It seems like…”

“Beer, skewers, small dragon shrimp!”

The sheriff thought for a moment and then blurted out.

“What does the small dragon shrimp taste like?”

Goethe continued to ask.

Immediately, the sheriff was stunned.

“You didn’t tell me anything?”

Swart looked at Goethe with a bewildered expression.

Then, Goethe put down the gun aimed at Swart and looked at Morey here, nodded and said: “It’s true.”

“Nice test.”

Morey said so.

Normally, he likes to use ‘identifying pocket watch’, even if there are some side effects, but it is really convenient.

And now seeing Goethe’s method, he suddenly wondered, is he relying too much on the ‘secret treasure’?

However, right away, the official person for this complex transcendent will hook the head.

He’s used to this convenience.

It’s hard to correct.

Struggling for support, Morey stood up again.

“Thank you, Sergeant Swart, for your support.”

“I’ll report your exploits truthfully.”

Morey said formally.

Swart almost jumped for joy when he heard Morey’s words.

Why is he here?

Isn’t it just for merit?

And the achievements reported by a great character like Morey are naturally the most conspicuous.

Swart seems to have seen himself become the chief.

However, the sheriff hasn’t forgotten what to do now.

pa!

Swart salutes Morey.

“That’s what I’m supposed to do!”

“Should I call a doctor for you?”

Instantly, Swart asked.

“No need.”

“I’ve got the potion here.”

“Sheriff Swart wants your men to stand guard here until noon tomorrow. .”

Morey said.

Swart salutes again immediately.

“Your orders, my mission.”

The sheriff followed Morey’s orders meticulously.

Seeing Swart’s flattering to the extreme, Goethe didn’t have any contempt.

Except for some real ‘Saint’, Swart is pretty good for someone like Swart who is willing to take advantage and work hard.

Most of the people are people who just take advantage of things and do nothing.

Or even, a liar.

“Need help?”

Goethe asked immediately as Morey picked up Mrs. Burns.

“No!”

“You’ve done enough today!”

“I can handle the rest, you rest!”

Morey shook his head with a smile, rejected Goethe, and walked upstairs with Mrs Burns in his arms.

Looking at each other’s back, Goethe’s eyes were full of surprise.

It was obvious that I was already unsteady just now.

But now, with just a little rest, I can pick up someone.

“Is this a transcender?”

Goethe exclaimed again.

Then, brows frowned.

He thought of ‘Mist Murderer’!

He was stalked by this ‘transcender’ whose strength was almost on par with Morey’s!

Where is the other party now?

What are you doing?

(End of this chapter)