Calamity Crown

Goethe looked puzzled.

"Cough, there's nothing to eat in the basin."

Sidel coughed lightly.

Simic Zuolens has already frowned.

He thought Goethe was being rude.

Goethe looked at the two of them, his eyes shifted from Schider's face to Simik Zorlens' face, he sighed slightly, and then asked with a smile.

"Do you feel that I am a little inexplicable? Or even difficult?"

Sidel was stunned for a moment, and he had already come to his senses.

Simic Zuolens nodded straightly.

not good!

Schidel, who had already guessed what Goethe was going to say, was too late to stop his friend.

Sure enough, the next moment, Goethe said coldly.

"You also know that there is nothing to eat in the basin, so it is difficult for you to eat."

"Then why did you come to the North?"

"Isn't it also difficult for you to come to the north to ask for help?"

The cold and blunt words made Schidel smile wryly.

A strange blush appeared on Simic Zolens' pale face. The youngest captain of the 'Keeper of the Secret' was about to speak, but was interrupted by Goethe again.

"how?"

"Isn't it hard enough for the strong?"

"Are you still ready to use strong words?"

Goethe's voice became colder and colder, and the sarcasm in his eyes made Simik Zolens couldn't bear it any longer, and he coughed.

Schiddle slapped his friend on the back repeatedly.

At the same time, a potion appeared in his hand.

This is a potion specially prepared by the pharmacist in the 'Keeper of the Secret' headquarters for Simic Zolens. Although it cannot completely cure Simic Zolens' cough, it can greatly relieve it.

Take the medicine.

The strange blush on Simic Zuolens' face disappeared.

The face of the youngest captain of the 'Keeper of the Secret' turned pale again.

He glanced at Goethe again and took a deep breath.

"Feel sorry."

"It's because we didn't think carefully."

"However, I still hope that Master Goethe can pass on our request to Grand Duke Scrooge."

After finishing speaking, Simic Zuolens bowed his head and saluted.

Does respect matter?

important.

Does honor matter?

important.

But sometimes, you still need to bow your head. It's not because you don't want dignity and glory. It hit the ground with a bang.

Schidel looked at his friend.

He looked at the expressionless Goethe again.

In the end, the captain of Team 21 of the 'Keeper of the Secret' helped his friend.

He could see that Goethe would not agree.

If it continues, it will only make friends a laughing stock.

No threatening words.

There is nothing exasperated.

We are all adults, so we naturally understand that even if we have a deep friendship with each other, we still need interests as a bargaining chip.

And now?

They can't come up with enough chips.

Fortunately, I will not talk about it.

Having said that, it is also embarrassing.

Simik Zuolens was supported by Schidr, and the two walked out side by side.

On the face of the youngest captain of the 'Keeper of the Secret', there was a deep sense of unwillingness.

Not reconciled to failure.

Because, he knew, he and his friends went back empty-handed.

'Keeper' would be a thing of the past.

It is estimated that most of the people he knew, his partners and relatives would die.

He is so unhappy!

A sense of powerlessness swept over the captain of the 'Keeper of the Secret'.

Cough!

Amidst the violent coughing, the other party covered his mouth, and a blush appeared between his fingers.

"Simic?"

Schidr exclaimed, and hurriedly took the medicine again.

The "Keeper of Secrets" special medicine is of course useful, but taking it continuously for a short period of time will still cause the effect to plummet. Therefore, after taking the medicine this time, Simic Zuolens' cough only slightly improved.

Schidr prepares to take his friends away quickly.

Not only was his friend in need of more thorough self-cultivation, but also because the cold environment in the northern border was really useless to self-cultivation.

But at this time-

"and many more."

"I think we can talk again."

Goethe said so.

Ok?

Schidr and Simik Zolens were taken aback for a moment.

The two looked at Goethe in disbelief.

Goethe said slowly.

"Don't look at me like that."

"I just talked and talked, not promised anything. For the sake of being an apprentice secret keeper, I still clearly remember that my serial number is... 0X0X2048."

"so!"

"Show your sincerity!"

"Chance, only once!"

Chapter 142 Goethe: I'm just a simple young man

In the small meeting room, the empty meat bowl was brought down by the waiter.

A kind of nut unique to the north and some fruits brought from Faber were placed on the table.

Goethe picked up a nut and rubbed it with his fingers. He didn't open it and just played with it.

He leaned back on the sofa, with his other hand resting flat on the armrest, his eyes quietly watching the two captains of the 'Keeper of Secrets', Schidr and Simik Zorlens, waiting for the two captains. answer.

Schidr and Simik Zolens looked at each other.

After the two were silent for about a second, Schidel finally spoke on behalf of the two.

"'Keeper of the Secret' can take out Jinke..."

"There is no shortage of money or food in the northern border."

"Remember, you only get one chance."

Goethe interrupted the other party's words and emphasized.

After speaking, Goethe put the nuts in his hand heavily on the table.

boom!

The sound is neither high nor low.

But it represents Goethe's dissatisfaction.

This is naturally shown to the two people on the opposite side.

And in fact?

money?

Before the northern border was lacking.

But with the emergence of the Bear Castle Arena, the northern border has already solved the urgent need, and there will be no shortage of money in a short time, but in the long run?

There will be no shortage.

Even, as time goes by, the northern border will become richer and richer.

As long as Goethe's plan is followed, the speed of his wealth accumulation is enough to make the surrounding countries dumbfounded.

As for food?

With the support of enough gold grams, the grain reserves in the northern border will also become sufficient.

Especially after obtaining the hidden channel of the Tulip family, the purchase of grain has been put on the agenda, but it will be done in a more secretive way.

On the surface, it was business as usual in the North.

Goethe had already prepared it, and he would not let go of certain things until he had stored food for the entire northern territory for at least three years.

This is determined by the acuity of the surrounding countries.

If the other party is sharp, it is three years.

If you are slow... this time is preferably ten years.

This is not something that happens overnight.

It needs to come little by little.

Slow and sure.

Moisten things without sound.

Not what is now required from the 'Keeper of Secrets'.

He looked at Schidr, waiting for another answer from the other party.

"Knowledge!"

"Knowledge held by the 'Keeper'."

"Three baptisms, the 'soldier' ​​has completed the first-order inheritance!"

Schidr immediately added.