Calamity Crown

"What's unfair?"

"It's fair to exchange a secret for a secret!"

The old woman emphasized that, as if to increase the persuasiveness of her words, the old woman also raised her hands and raised a finger at the same time, interacting with two fingers left and right, indicating the fairness of one for one.

Goethe laughed.

He imitated the old woman's appearance, raised his hands, and raised his fingers.

However, it is the middle finger.

"you?"

As soon as the old woman's face changed, she subconsciously moved forward.

But, immediately, the old lady stopped her steps and stopped abruptly.

"The premise of fair trade is that both parties are equal!"

"And look now!"

"You don't even dare to set foot in my 'hotel', but you want to keep saying that you have a fair deal with me—this kind of fairness itself is unfair to me."

Goethe leaned against the front desk of the hotel and shrugged.

"Moldud, you were not like this before."

The tea smell appeared on the old woman again, and her eyes turned red when she looked at Goethe.

Goethe sighed and said softly.

"Van der Sar, you were not so old before."

These words were like a critical blow, which made the old woman tremble and her voice became sharper.

"You said that even if I am old and ugly, you will not change for me."

"Sorry, I lost my word."

"When I look at you now, I always think of you in the past, which makes me even more unable to face you now-42 years, for you, it is a little bit of time, but for me But it changed in an instant, in my impression, you will always be eighteen, but in fact you are already sixty now, which makes me look at you as if I were looking at a stranger."

"Sorry, facing you like this, I can only make a mistake."

"Because, I feel like if I make the same commitment to who you are now and who I remember you as, then it makes me feel like I'm not being true to who I remember you being."

Goethe sighed, pretending to tell his difficulties.

Actually?

He just wanted to see if Van der Sar could return to his youthful appearance again.

He wanted to test how much of a burden it would be for Van der Sar to return to his youthful appearance.

"I am who I am, what's the difference?"

Van der Sar pointed to himself.

"Different."

Goethe shook his head.

call, call.

The old woman's breathing became short of breath.

However, Goethe was a little disappointed that the old woman did not return to her youthful appearance.

"The burden is heavier than expected?"

"Is there still a time limit?"

Goethe guessed, but did not answer, he waited quietly.

"it is good!"

"Since it's not fair, how do you want to exchange it?"

So said the old woman at last.

"I want the secret about 'Principal' Mordeus—everything you know, you need to tell me."

Goethe said.

After hesitating for a moment, the old woman nodded.

"can."

"I also want to know the list of the spies that are currently in the 'Academy'."

Goethe immediately made another request.

"can."

The old woman nodded again.

Compared with the first request, this request is not too much, and it will not cause any damage to her. Of course, she doesn't care.

"I need to know how the outside world has changed in the past 42 years."

"no problem."

This request is even more dispensable, and the old woman agreed without even thinking about it.

"and also……"

"and also?"

The old woman frowned, she felt that Goethe was a little greedy.

Goethe spread his hands with a smile.

"The last one!"

"I haven't eaten steaming food for a long time, and now I even miss the cafeteria of the 'College' a little. If I'm added to the self-sufficient 'College', it shouldn't be too much, right?"

The old woman stared at Goethe.

More serious and serious than ever before.

Even ferocious.

"'The Academy' is mine!"

"This is yours!"

"We all have our own territory. If you dare to enter the 'College', we will die. Believe me, after leaving the 'Paradise Hotel', you have no advantage over me."

The other party said harshly.

"Of course! Of course!"

Goethe repeatedly agreed.

Then, changing the subject, said.

"Since you have divided the territory, I will stay in my territory, but I think I should eat some fresh vegetables, fruits, meat, and wheat. How about sending me some carts?"

"Okay, it will be delivered before sunset."

Van der Sar promised.

Then, the old woman felt that what she just said was too harsh, so she immediately whispered.

"Sorry, Mordod."

"Forty-two years have passed, and too many things have happened. For me, 'college' is no longer the original mission goal. I can't change my paranoia about it."

"I understand!"

Goethe said so, and, under the surprised gaze of the old woman, Goethe pointed around.

"It's been 42 years, and my obsession with it will only be deeper than yours, so I know your state very well."

"I would also like to wish you success."

"Because, this will allow us to have a deeper cooperation."

After speaking, Goethe stepped forward.

He walked to the door of the hotel.

The distance between him and the old woman was shortened to less than 5 meters.

"You know, the world is bigger than it seems."

After Goethe finished speaking, he raised his hand to lean on the door frame, and slowly closed the door.

The old woman looked at the closed door, stood quietly for a while, murmured a few words of Goethe's last words in her mouth, and then turned and left.

Goethe 'watched' the old woman and returned to his sofa.

"Should it inspire your greater ambition?"

"I hope you can better understand that the 'bigger world' just refers to the world here, instead of making up my mind that I have discovered more worlds similar to the 'College' because I have mastered the 'Paradise Hotel', and I need allies to come Help me open up and conquer such a world—you must not think like this!"

"If you really think so, it's your business. I didn't say a word."

Goethe whispered to himself.

The 'secret realm' in front of me is different from the previous 'secret realm' world.

In the previous "Secret Realm", the departure of the "Mad King" was all reasonable.

And because there is an extra "academy" in the "secret realm" in front of me, the departure of the "mad king" will most likely be considered as having found a better place than the "academy".

Of course, some people must have speculated about the death of the 'Mad King'.

But compared to this guess, these people will be more inclined to the former after seeing the magic of the 'Academy'.

People, it's always like this.

They only want to see what they want to see.

As for the others?

Even if you see it.

That is also turning a blind eye.

Even if a disaster is imminent, they will be obsessed with it, just like a writer who writes by inspiration and a lady who receives customers by lust. The young lady is much better - because the former is at most unable to eat enough, while the latter is... to die.

The more the land is plowed, the fatter it becomes, and the more plowed the cattle become, the thinner they become.

There are only exhausted cows and no ploughed land.

"I kind of want to eat beef."

"I hope there will be beef among the meats delivered before sunset, and it would be best with some potatoes and onions. I haven't tasted the taste of goulash with potatoes for several days."

Goethe thought so, and waited patiently.

For a sumptuous dinner, Goethe didn’t eat anything at noon, but drank some clear water—the hotel has water purification equipment, which operates mechanically and mysteriously, and the black, rotten, rotten-smelling river water can also be purified.

As the sun was about to set, Van der Sar appeared again.

With four strong security guards, pushing two carts of vegetables, fruits, meat and flour.

"Move everything in there."

Van der Sar said.

The four security guards looked at Goethe who opened the door with obvious fear, but they were more afraid of the old woman and began to be obedient.

"Tom, you take them to the storage room."

With a thought, Goethe opened up a storage room next to the underground entertainment room.

Tom immediately opened the downward stairs.

Goethe was very concerned about this.

Just as he cared about the rattan box in the old woman's hand.

The box is square and about the size of a 16-inch suitcase, and it doesn't look heavy in the hands of an old lady.

Noticing Goethe's gaze, the old woman smiled, put the box under her feet, and opened the box with a click.