Calamity Crown

Goethe's proposal was approved by all members of the 'clinic'.

These guys jumped into action right away.

They may not be good at fighting.

But they are very good at binding and the like.

Don't get me wrong, some patients have always been so violent that they had to learn this technique.

While the people around were busy, Goethe took out his pendulum again.

'Is there any [Bloody Honor] around? '

The clockwise rotation of the pendulum made the corners of Goethe's mouth turn up.

'Where? '

Goethe operated [Enlightenment Type V (modified version)] with ease to open the map.

Soon, a place was marked by the pendulum.

Not a battlefield.

It is the edge of the battlefield.

And in the [Spirit of the Blood Raven]'s field of vision, there are 150 towns in the shape of sailing ships - they have been quite camouflaged, and if Goethe hadn't searched carefully, they would not have been found at all.

'Sand Sea Alliance'!

What are these sand robbers here for?

Goethe knew that.

He noticed this as early as he entered the 'clinic'.

However, at that time, he had no more thoughts.

And now?

He has.

Still a bold idea.

A moment later, Camila appeared with a plate of refreshments.

Six neat slices of strawberry cake and a bottle of juice - also strawberries.

"You are so caring, I am touched."

Goethe picked up the cake and shook his nose, sighing.

In fact, it is confirmed that toxic no.

After confirming that there was no toxin, Goethe just gobbled it up.

The physical strength is greatly consumed. Apart from rest, eating is undoubtedly the best way to replenish physical strength.

Goethe swallowed six pieces of strawberry cake, and he picked up the strawberry juice and drank it.

"what!"

"So satisfying!"

"Satisfied that I have to do something -- I think I have to bring more fairness to the battlefield."

Goethe tried to speak in the tone that 'madman' likes.

He has a flamboyant expression, with a clown's tongue in his mouth.

Camilla looked at Goethe, and her heart trembled even more violently.

As if something was about to hatch.

The doctor took a step forward, touched the cream at the corner of Goethe's mouth, and put it into her mouth. She closed her eyes and tasted the sweetness of the cream and... the bitterness and sourness of the oil paint.

The flavors intertwine.

Stimulating Camilla's taste buds.

It also stimulated Camilla's heart.

card!

Deep down in my heart, something that has been suppressed rushed out.

Immediately, Camilla's heart was turned upside down.

She heard the strange laughter of hehehahaha.

She saw the weird face full of paint in her heart.

She couldn't help opening her eyes.

In front of her eyes, she instantly saw the person who was exactly the same as the person who broke out of the bondage in her heart.

She tore off the needle tube with her hair coiled, she tore off the white coat, and she laughed like Goethe.

"Hey ha ha ha ha!"

Chapter 26 Attract!

Maple was a tall, middle-aged man.

The shirtless upper body was covered with scars, some were knife wounds, some were gunshot wounds, and some were scars on top of scars. It was impossible to tell what caused the injuries.

Holding a roasted beef leg, Mapple was biting heavily.

From time to time, he picked up the chilled wine and poured it into his mouth.

"Did the previous guy investigate clearly?"

Hanhu's voice came from between his teeth.

Thinking of the guy who caused him to accidentally lose three ships, Maple took another bite of the beef leg, as if he was gnawing on the opponent's flesh and blood.

"Ah."

"It's the mayor of a 'small town' called Goethe - his 'small town' was breached by the commandos of the 'Doomsday Fortress', all the residents were used as fuel, and he was thrown into the power room, and then, Astrid unexpectedly appeared to save him...this is the information they collected."

A young man in a bachelor's suit and glasses smiled lightly.

Unlike Maple's rudeness.

This young man wearing glasses is very gentle.

Even, it can be said to be polite.

There is a sense of elegance in every move.

However, on the other party's dinner plate, there was a... human hand.

After being roasted by the hands, the other party tore it slowly, put it in his mouth, and chewed slowly.

Seeing this scene, fear appeared in the eyes of the Sand Pirates around.

Sand Pirates are lawless.

but,

No cannibalism either.

Maple looked at his advisor, a look of disgust flashed deep in his eyes.

He hated this guy very much, but he couldn't live without him.

He needs the other's mind to plan for him.

Just like at this moment——

"I don't want the information they collected, I want your analysis."

Maple said.

"My analysis is: that Goethe deliberately let his 'town' be discovered and breached, and then lurked in the 'Fortress of Doom', waiting for the arrival of Astrid."

Spitting out a finger bone, Stewart laughed.

"Are they together?"

Maple looked up.

"of course."

"However, to be more precise..."

"They're all serving one person!"

Stewart said while picking up the sauce.

"Who?"

Maple asked.

"'clown'!"

When Steinert said this name, his eyes behind the glasses showed a cold light, this time without waiting for Maple to ask, the consultant said to himself: "All this is the plan of the 'clown'! "

"From the very beginning, the goal of this 'clown' was to open the gates of the 'Fortress of Doom'!"

"For this purpose, he found Goethe and Estride."

"When everything was ready, he made his debut."

"He's on stage!"

"He took the head of Jock VI!"

"Why did he do this?"

"Just to kill that bastard Jock VI?"

Maple's face was full of puzzlement.

"of course not!"

"Jock VI is just a part of his plan. What he wants is chaos. He wants to make the whole wasteland boil."

Stewart shook his head.

"Isn't it for 'Fortress of Doom'?"

Maple couldn't believe it.

'Doomsday Bastion'!

The masterpiece of the 'prophet' Modeus!

A powerful weapon system, a self-sufficient industrial and agricultural system, and a space that can support the lives of millions of people!

All wastelanders covet this place.

Not longing!

Just mouth watering!

Because, all wasteland residents understand that as long as they have this 'doomsday fortress', they can also become kings like Jock VI, calling the wind and rain in the entire wasteland.

So, Maple doesn't believe, the Joker isn't for the Doomsday Bastion.

"Heh, compared to the chaos created."

"What counts as 'Fortress of Doom'?"

Stewart glanced at his employer with a sneer on his face.

Maple saw the sarcasm, and anger began to surface.

Just when the leader of one of the 26 sand bandits of the 'Sand Sea Alliance' was about to smash the wine bottle in his hand on the ground, Steinert showed an apologetic smile.

"Sorry, Mr. Maple."

"When facing some things, I have my own persistence."

With that said, the consultant stood up and saluted Maple respectfully.