Calamity Crown

The layout here is useless to the 'Mad King', but it is useful to him!

'Change' makes [Celtic Blood Sacrifice. White Wolf (Alienation. Perfection)] perfect.

What would that 'life and death' be?

Goethe had more expectations in his heart.

Who doesn't want to be stronger and have more cards?

Especially when facing a strong enemy.

Goethe frowned when he thought of the guy in the 'Inner Bay'. Only after getting the [Key of the Master (Paradise Hotel)] did Goethe understand how powerful the opponent who has similar props is in the 'Inner Bay'.

Things that violate the rules are inconceivable in the eyes of ordinary people.

But in the eyes of the other party?

But it is common sense.

Facing such an opponent, Goethe wished to be armed to the teeth.

Therefore, "life and death" he is bound to win.

However, this must be well planned.

That Van der Sar clearly knew more than he knew.

and also……

Woody!

This male teacher with a well-trimmed beard is far better than he looks, but Goethe can tell that the teacher is really risking his life to bring those dead students back to life.

However, judging from the appearance of Van der Sar later, Woody should have been used by the old woman.

The other party regarded Woody as a 'medium'.

Or a bridge to 'transform'.

Maybe Woody wasn't the only one.

After all, in this world, there is never a shortage of good people and people who are willing to give.

Just like there is no shortage of hardworking people in this world, who obviously worked so hard to type, but only had a little manuscript fee.

Goethe stroked his chin.

He thought he could talk to Woody.

but not now.

Now?

The most important thing, of course, is dinner.

The canned beef has been heated. Although there are no ingredients in the 'Paradise Hotel', there are some seasonings. The beef and soup in the canned beef are poured directly into the iron pot, add water to boil, and add onion, garlic and salt , after pepper was sprinkled into the boiling soup, the taste was surprisingly good.

At least, the beef is soft and rotten, and the soup is salty and fragrant.

Scooped out a bowl of beef soup alone, and threw a compressed biscuit into it.

After a while, the compressed biscuits that had absorbed the beef soup began to swell up. Use a spoon to crush the swollen compressed biscuits, and continue adding a little soup to form a bowl of batter.

The taste is moderately salty and sweet, paired with soft and rotten beef, it has a special flavor.

"It would be nice if there were potatoes, radishes, and onions."

While eating, Goethe suddenly sighed.

Goulash.

Soul mates are potatoes.

As for the radishes and onions?

should be tossed in butter to provide a crunch to the batter.

Why not choose cucumbers?

Cucumber is more suitable for porridge.

Chop the cucumber and cut into sections, add dried tofu, peanuts, minced garlic and dried chilies.

Most importantly, be sure to drizzle with hot oil.

In the sound of zi la, zi la, everything will be sublimated.

even without?

Goethe would have fancied that too.

With his eyes closed, he regarded the batter as his favorite food, and ate it mouthful without leaving any soup.

After Jerry took the tableware away to clean, Goethe adjusted a more comfortable posture, borrowing the eyes of [Spirit of the Blood Raven] to observe everything in the 'College'.

After yesterday's accident, most of the students became quiet after finding that there were few classmates around them.

But under the premise of strong hormone secretion, some guys have not been taught a lesson.

Once again they violated the 'Requirements for Admission'.

result?

Naturally, it goes without saying.

In the southernmost security office, there are a few more cuties.

The moon sets and the sun rises.

A new day begins.

Woody stood on the podium with a pale face.

The consumption last night was much greater than he imagined.

But what hurt him the most was that there were two less students in the classroom.

Woody subconsciously wanted to remind his students.

But when the words came to his lips, from the corner of his eyes, he saw Van der Sar patrolling the corridor. Immediately, the teacher with a well-trimmed beard swallowed the words back.

As before, he began to teach these students the basics of Tufu language.

Everything is handy.

He has long since lost the youthfulness he had when he first became a teacher.

I also need Alan to help with lesson preparation.

Thinking of Alan, Woody couldn't help but tighten his palms.

Snapped!

The chalk in his hand broke directly.

"Sorry, everyone."

"You need to study by yourself for 10 minutes."

"I'll be right back."

Feeling that his mood was not right again, Woody left behind the students who were looking at each other, and quickly left the podium, walked out of the classroom, and went straight to the stairwell.

In the flame of the lighter, the cigarette is ethereal.

Woody drugged himself with nicotine.

However, he is not alone here.

Seth came earlier, half-smoked.

Unlike the skinny Woody, Seth is much taller and stronger, with tight suits on his body, wide palms, and calluses on the front of his fists.

"Are you going to continue to wait?"

Seth asked without looking back.

"Only one chance!"

"I'm not sure!"

Woody replied in a low voice.

"I want to try."

Seth said so.

Woody was stunned for a moment. He knew the character of this friend. Although he looked tall and strong, he was extremely vigilant and calm in his heart, and he did things more clearly.

Much stronger than him.

Otherwise, Alan back then would not have hesitated.

But now, something must have happened to make his friend make a choice.

"Is that guy?"

Woody asked.

"no!"

"That guy won't set his sights on little people like us!"

After Seth took another breath of his cigarette, he continued.

"Remember 'Moldodd'?"

"The missing alchemy and potion teacher?"

"Missing?"

"It was missing before, but that guy came back yesterday, and he also mastered the 'Paradise Hotel'-proving that guy's method is effective, I think I can try it."

"If successful, we will be able to revive Alan and those students."

"If it fails..."

"The rest is up to you."

Seth said so.

Woody didn't answer right away, but silently took a puff of cigarette.

After a while, this said.

"it is good."

At this time, the tall and strong martial arts teacher had already walked out of the stairwell.

After hearing Woody's words, the fighting class teacher did not stop, but continued walking.

He went up to the third floor, looking for the traces left by 'Mordode' at the beginning.

After the alchemy and potion classrooms disappeared, it was changed into a terrace.

Most of the time, it is locked.

No opening is allowed without Van der Sar's order.

However, Seth dismissed Van der Sar's orders.

He raised his hand and crushed the door lock, pushed the door open and walked onto the terrace.

Soon, he found the original 'trace'.

"right here!"

Saying such words, Seth began to arrange.

The eyes of a tarantula, the skin of a red dart frog, the sap of a poisonous green queen bee, the wings of a phantom butterfly...

One thing after another was arranged by Seth in the way he remembered.

When everything was ready, he slit his wrist.

Blood trickled down the wrist.

When the first drop of blood touched the ceremony on the ground, Seth's supposedly healed wound burst instantly, and the blood gushed out like a volcanic eruption.