Calamity Crown

Is it...

test me?

Thinking from the bottom of her heart, Sheila immediately said more seriously.

"Ordinary people rely on their will, don't eat meat, they can return to normal after a winter, and 'transcendents'?"

"A strong [heart] makes them fearless."

Sheila said in a proud tone.

In her opinion, she is such a powerful 'extraordinary'.

Although there is no way to show her full strength because of the special ceremony, but when she changes qualitatively, she will definitely be able to stand at the pinnacle of this era-this is what her teacher told her.

Sheila believed it.

Just like she firmly believes that no matter when facing the real Wendigo or the enemy in the name of Wendigo, she can defeat each other.

What's more, she also has a reliable helper.

Guardian of the 'Mad King's Legacy', Goethe Wayne!

A man who killed the 'Mist in the Mist', played tricks on the 'Church of Flesh', and took control of the entire situation in Lust!

He must be able to...

"Hey, Goethe, why are you packing your luggage?"

Sheila looked at Goethe, who was packing his luggage, with a dazed expression.

"The other party has already laid a trap, why should I jump in?"

Goethe asked back.

Sheila left even more confused.

"If you don't jump in, why come to the town?"

"It's okay if we just leave right away?"

This woman with multiple identities undoubtedly still has not reacted.

Goethe had to turn around and explain seriously.

"If you just left directly, the planners here will definitely chase us with all their strength. Therefore, under the premise of a limited number of people, you and I came here, so that the planners think we have taken the bait, and let the other party think they are sure of winning."

"As for Swart?"

"His departure will inevitably attract part of the attention of the planners, and will cause the opponent to divide their troops to catch up."

"And what we have to do is to join Swart before Swart is killed by those guys, and at the same time kill the pursuers chasing Swart, further weakening the opponent's strength."

Sheila froze.

This idiot never imagined that it would be so complicated.

After a few seconds, Shira showed a smile.

"Worthy of being the guardian of the 'Mad King's Legacy'."

"I think so too!"

The other party put his hands on his hips and said shamelessly.

Then, with a guilty conscience, he returned to the room and began to pack his luggage.

……

Swart discerned the direction and went straight to Hallest.

But the sheriff wasn't moving fast.

It can even be said that it is quite slow.

Just like an outing, stop and go.

Take a sip of water from time to time, and then look at the surrounding scenery.

If not for the fear of being discovered, the sheriff would even have produced a cigarette.

Although Goethe didn't say it clearly, Swart knew what kind of person Goethe was, and it was definitely not Goethe's style to jump in on the premise that he knew the other party's possible layout.

unless……

Goethe wanted to teach the other party a lesson.

Swart, who has cooperated with Goethe several times, really understands Goethe's style very well.

Of course, it would have been even better if he hadn't acted as a 'bait'.

Thinking of his identity as a 'bait', Swart felt sad from the bottom of his heart and couldn't help sighing.

He only hoped that the planner would slow down and Goethe would hurry up.

Otherwise he really has to finish the game.

He checked the bullets in the revolver, and then touched the explosives hidden in his shirt—this was taken from the robber. Looking at these explosives at the time, he felt very safe for some reason, Swan Te took it easy.

And now?

Feel more secure.

Swallowing the snack in his hand, Swart took a sip of water, and was ready to continue.

It's quite a distance from the train here.

However, it is not safe.

He needs to find a place to hide.

Finally, there are hidden caves and the like.

It would be even better if it could be hidden until dark.

What if it can arrive at dawn tomorrow?

That is victory!

At that time, Goethe will definitely be able to find him.

Swart used both hands and feet to drill into the forest in the north. Two hours later, when the sheriff entered a dense forest, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. Compared with the bare mountain just now, this place is undoubtedly more suitable for hiding.

But the next moment, the sheriff's breath stuck in his throat.

He saw a piece of wreckage.

The remains of human corpses.

It was torn apart like a rag doll and thrown in the clearing in the dense forest.

The blood has long since dried up.

However, the sheriff was certain that the body was not complete.

Or to be precise, a considerable part of the 'meat' was lost!

Cold sweat ran down Swart's back.

The sheriff almost peed in fright.

He pumped his diaper vigorously, turned around and ran.

I don't know what's in here, but it's definitely not safe.

Must leave now!

However, after turning his head and running a few steps, the sheriff had to stop.

Five people appeared in front of him with indifferent faces.

The gun in the opponent's hand was pointed at the sheriff.

"My friend, have we misunderstood a little?"

The sheriff smiled humbly.

"Are you the fellow with Goethe Wayne?"

asked the leader.

"You misunderstood, I don't know Goethe Wayne."

The sheriff held up his hands as he spoke.

"Then why did you enter the special compartment?"

The other party continued to ask.

"I just saw that the young master needed help and wanted to earn some pocket money."

The sheriff, with his hands up, was uttering serious nonsense.

"Ah."

"You bullshit!"

The other party sneered.

"My lord, I didn't do it on purpose! I really didn't want to talk nonsense, I was just fascinated for a while, and wanted to go in and see if there was anything valuable! This is really my first time! Please forgive me!"

The sheriff fell to his knees with a plop, crying.

Looking at Swarte who expected to get away with it.

The leader sneered again.

"Swart!"

The other party directly called out Swart's name.

Finished!

The sheriff's heart sank, but on the surface he still looked like weeping bitterly.

"Your Excellency, what are you talking about?"

"I'm not Swart!"

"My name is Trevors!"

The sheriff tried to delay the time as much as possible while looking for life.

His hand couldn't help touching the explosive.

However, the lead shooter reacted faster.

Raise your hand to pull the trigger.

Then--

Woo!

A gust of wind blew by.

The lead gunman who was about to pull the trigger just now was gone.

Swart was taken aback for a moment, and the remaining four pursuers almost instinctively raised their revolvers and pointed at the sheriff.

They thought it was the sheriff's fault.

"You are not me!"

"Don't shoot!"

"Misunderstanding!"

Swart crawled there and yelled loudly.

Those four people ignored it at all and were about to pull the trigger.

The gust of wind just now appeared again.

The four disappeared like the previous leader.

Do not!

It was kidnapped!