Calamity Crown

he?

No exception.

Whether at home or here...

it's the same.

Goethe withdrew his gaze, leaned against the carriage, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

The wheels rolled and the driver yelled.

When the carriage stopped again, it had already reached No. 22 Sausage Street.

Through the car window, Goethe saw the signboard of 'Black Sail Security Company' hanging on a two-story building.

Goethe took out a copper horn to pay the fare, jumped out of the car, and looked at it carefully.

'Black Sail Security Company' is on the second floor.

On the first floor there is a sign for 'Old Henry's Deli'.

The shopkeeper was an elderly man, who was carefully cleaning the signboard and window. Seeing Goethe approaching, the old man greeted him with a smile.

"Good day."

"Good day."

Polite but not overly warm greetings.

After the two sides nodded, Goethe walked up the stairs on one side.

Halfway through, Goethe found that the door of 'Black Sail Security Company' was open.

Standing in front of the opened door, Goethe didn't go in right away, but knocked on the door twice and looked inside at the same time.

The room in front of me is about 10 square meters. There is a table at the door with a registration book on it. Walking along the table, there is a square coffee table with a long sofa on one side of the table.

In addition, it is the inner door and the door opposite the sofa.

It is closed at the moment, and Goethe cannot see more.

Simple to the extreme.

This is Goethe's first impression of 'Black Sail Security Company'.

While Goethe was looking at it, the door facing the sofa opened, and a young man slightly older than Goethe came out from inside.

Wearing a white shirt, black vest, black trousers and clean leather shoes, the young man held a cup of coffee in his hand, revealing a corner of the room behind him. Goethe could clearly see a lot of kitchen utensils and ingredients inside.

"Like a kitchen pantry?"

Goethe thought, and then smiled at the young man.

"Hello, I am……"

"Goethe."

"I know you."

"Mr. Morey, told me everything."

The other party directly interrupted Goethe's self-introduction, and then emphasized in a cold voice that he knew everything, and the young man didn't have any intention of introducing himself, so he just walked behind the registration desk and took out an envelope.

"It's all in there."

"Are you literate?"

After the other party handed the envelope to Goethe, he asked.

After Goethe nodded, the other party continued.

"That's good."

"See for yourself."

After speaking, the other party just closed the door.

Goethe touched his nose, which was almost hit, with playfulness in his eyes.

no hostility.

But also unabashedly disgusted.

It seemed that his presence was not welcome.

"The official extraordinary forces...it seems to be more troublesome than I thought!"

Thinking in his heart, Goethe just stood at the door and opened the envelope.

Then, I was taken aback.

Because, there is no letter in it.

It was a leaflet with a picture of a hot girl, and the words 'Garden Club' surrounded by a circle of roses were very conspicuous.

In addition, it is a gold ticket with a denomination of 5.

When these two things were placed together, a bold guess popped out of Goethe's mind instantly.

That is……

Chapter 11 The Province and the Province

XX at public expense.

The Garden Club, Goethe is very familiar with.

The kind who know the depth and know how to advance and retreat.

Therefore, he knew exactly what 5 Golden Tickets could do there.

The entry fee is 1 silver cord.

Tea seat fee 1 silver cable

1 silver rope for a dance.

Of course, if it's just dancing, 5 gold tickets are more than enough to dance until dawn, but some special services inside require high-priced extra fees.

5 golden tickets?

It's barely enough for two.

Just why did Morey let him go to the Garden Club?

Is there a better place to talk?

still is……

Where is the so-called 'Mist in the Fog' hiding? !

Thinking of this, Goethe's face tightened.

This may not be uncommon, you know, the 'friend' Ender who he threw down the stairs with his own hands, they met in the garden club.

Thinking of this, an idea suddenly appeared in Goethe's mind.

"The reason why Wayne's family was targeted was not because 'Goethe' accidentally offended 'Mist in the Mist' in the Garden Club, right?"

Goethe's face changed continuously.

Hit the street!

Hem home shovel!

Standing there, he began to recall the memories belonging to 'Goethe' he had seen before, but he found nothing.

'Goethe''s 19-year memory is not that complicated, but it is difficult to find an 'enemy' who even 'Goethe' himself has no memory of in these 19 years.

Even narrowing it down to the Garden Club.

After thinking for a while, Goethe, who had no results in the end, shook his head, turned and went downstairs.

The Garden Club is closed during the day and doesn't open until 7pm.

And now it's only 8 o'clock in the morning, and there are still 11 hours left.

For such a long time, Goethe will not do nothing.

With a wave, Goethe got on the stage carriage again.

Half an hour later, he got off in front of the 'Al Bar'.

Goethe pushed the door open without saying hello.

"Sorry, we're closed."

"Come back tonight if necessary."

The waiter who was cleaning said without raising his head.

Goethe looked at the other party as if he was there, then glanced at the drunk in the corner of the bar, and directly flicked a silver cable onto the bar counter.

"Have a glass of 'Hunter'."

Goethe said so.

"Okay, guest, come right away."

The waiter who said it was closed just now acted immediately.

Within 3 minutes, a glass of whiskey with honey and pomegranate juice arrived.

Scarlet color, spicy taste, but mixed with a trace of sweetness.

Tasting this cup of 'Hunter', Goethe seemed to see a hunter go through untold hardships and risk death to catch the prey and enjoy the joy.

"Wine, not bad."

"I hope the others don't disappoint me."

Goethe put down his glass.

"Of course!"

"As long as there are enough Jinkes, we have the best hunters in Luster!"

The waiter said with a smile.

Al's Pub is the Hunter's Pub in Roost.

In the previous memory of 'Goethe', the other party hoped to ask for help here, but was humiliated.

Also because of this humiliation, 'Goethe' became disregarded.

Goethe has nothing to say about this except 'naivety'.

Asking for help from others without paying a dime...

How can there be such a good thing in the world!

Even the so-called great benevolent people have corresponding needs.

Not for profit, just for fame.

Of course, it's not that there are no good people.

Yes, but rarely.

At least, the previous 'Goethe' did not come across.

And now Goethe?

bumped into.

Therefore, he chose to retire in his hometown.

It's a pity that on the first day of retirement, I came to this ghost place after picking up a skewer on the side of the road.

call!

Taking a deep breath, Goethe suppressed the lament in his mind. He took out his wallet without covering it, and directly took out the gold ticket with the largest denomination and put it on the bar.

"Looking for the family of 'Goethe Wayne', 10 gold grams for each person found, and 1 gold gram for those who provide accurate whereabouts."