Calamity Crown

There are concerns, but optimism remains.

The 'Mad King' at this time should be in the early to mid-term stage, and the 'College' is naturally under the habit of the 'Mad King' to scatter and hide things...

one of legacy.

It is a good habit for Goethe to hide things scattered.

When an accident occurs, not putting all your eggs in one basket will be the best preventive measure for you to reduce losses.

but!

This kind of habit of half-talking and letting people guess is really bad.

Especially if it's ostentatious.

It's really bad.

How can people guess without even telling the puzzle itself?

"If you guys stand in front of me, I'll give you a punch."

Goethe was talking to himself.

Then, Goethe raised his hand and picked up the note from the previous 'Mad King'.

In Goethe's view, the riddle most likely lies between the lines.

But unfortunately, when Jerry brought dinner, he still got nothing.

Sliced ​​beef and mutton are stacked one by one, neatly stacked on a white porcelain plate.

The potatoes were cut into half-moon slices, and the lettuce was broken and washed.

What pleased Goethe the most was Erba Jiang.

Jerry concocted the ratio exactly.

"Jerry, can you pickle sugar and garlic?"

Goethe asked.

The female puppet looked blank.

While she looks human, she only looks like one.

It's still far from a real person.

However, the attitude is much better.

"I can learn, master."

Said by the female puppet.

"Well……"

"I'd love to teach you too, but I don't know how to pickle sugar garlic—I just eat it."

Goethe smiled helplessly.

"Maybe we can ask some chefs?"

"The chef at 'The Academy' might know."

Jerry suggested.

"Well, I'll ask."

Goethe nodded, and then thought about it.

The vase on the table in front of me immediately turned into a steaming copper pot, the charcoal fire was emitting sparks, and the purified water, after adding some dried shrimps, seaweed, goji berries and dates, turned into a pure soup in the copper pot tumbling.

After the mutton slices are put into the pot, they will change color after one tumbling.

After the beef slices are put into the pot, they rise and fall with the soup.

With one chopstick down, the mutton and beef are clamped together and put into the mouth.

Chewing the completely different taste of beef and mutton, Goethe's mouth turned up, picked up the second chopsticks, dipped in Erba sauce, wrapped it in a thick layer, and put it directly into his mouth.

The taste of sesame paste, peanut butter and beef and mutton instantly gave Goethe a sense of happiness.

This is a treat for the taste buds.

More 'home' feeling.

"Should add a spicy oil."

Goethe thought about it and arranged for Jerry to do it.

I also brought chopped green onion and coriander by the way.

This is a habit Goethe developed when he was in his hometown. The first bite of meat must not be dipped in sauce.

The second bite is dipped in pure Erba sauce.

The third sip will add other things.

Because of this, you can eat the deliciousness of the meat.

It's sizzling!

Hot oil was drizzled over the dried chilies.

Every dried chili is complete, without changing the knife, let alone cutting it.

When the hot aroma hit his face, Goethe put the oil, green onion, and coriander in the sesame sauce bowl, stirred vigorously, scooped out the broth in a bowl of copper pot, and ate and drank it.

After the meat is exhausted, it is vegetables.

The potatoes are soft and sticky.

The lettuce was crunchy.

But it is not as good as adding the broth in the copper pot to the vinegar and cooking the noodles.

The noodles need small slices.

The soup base is on fire.

Between tossing and the vinegar drizzle, it's the perfect meal.

Goethe felt this perfection now.

The same is true for the next few days.

Apart from eating and drinking every day, I do business with those restless people in the 'Academy' - not everyone can come up with chips worthy of Goethe's news to them.

But no matter who appears, it will prove that Mordod is alive.

Time passes day by day.

When Goethe was going to ask Jerry to study Jajiangmian, the 'team' came.

It was Sunday morning.

Woo!

The siren sounded from the clouds, and an old-fashioned steam locomotive broke through the gray-black fog, dragged sixteen wooden carriages, and drove on the invisible track, quickly approaching the 'College'.

When the first whistle sounded, the teachers of the 'College' appeared at the school gate.

Many security guards dispersed the students.

Even if the train brought letters from family members.

These letters must be checked by the 'college' teachers before they can be handed over to them.

The same goes for letters from teachers.

Mutual inspection and mutual supervision.

That was all that was needed 20 years ago.

Now?

It must be seen by Van der Sar.

This time is no exception.

"Vice Principal Van der Sar, this letter."

A bloated man with a pipe in his mouth, a driver's cap, and a red nose handed over two bags of letters to Van der Sar, one from a teacher and one from a student.

"Thank you, Edward the train conductor."

"Every time I see you coming, it is the happiest time for me."

The old woman said with a smile.

"Me too, because every time I get here smoothly, I am extremely lucky."

The train conductor Edward turned his head and looked behind while talking.

"Boys, move your goods down. Those in need can come and buy them. Those of the sightseeing group, you can move freely and return to the car before sunset. If there is a delay, we will not wait for you."

Edward said such words, and the crew members on the train took action.

Small stalls appeared along both sides of the train.

Most of them are canned food, and a small part are books.

And some handicrafts and stuff.

Students in the 'College' can purchase freely, but they cannot leave the range of the train, nor can they board the train. They are supervised by teachers and security guards—it belongs to the shift system. Teachers and security guards are divided into two shifts, staggered in the morning and afternoon, to ensure People can buy what they want, which is also the rule made by Van der Sar.

However, Goethe is not included in this rule.

When Goethe appeared with Jerry, many guys in the crowd cast their gazes.

Goethe has seen it.

Also have not seen.

At this time, they all looked at Goethe without any trace, while passing on the news they knew to those who wanted to pass it on.

Goethe noticed this.

But he cared more about being a flight attendant.

The other party also has a booth.

There are various cans.

When seeing Goethe, the other party lowered his head, not daring to look at Goethe.

The strange expression made Goethe stop in front of this booth.

Goethe picked out the canned food with great interest. The stewardess booth in front of him had quite a lot of canned food, including canned beef, mutton, and pork, as well as canned beans, vegetables, and canned fruits.

Among them, canned peaches and pears are particularly popular with Goethe.

Of course, Goethe did not forget to look at the other party.

From Goethe's point of view, the face of the other party with his head lowered was pale, and he was embarrassed.

After meeting Goethe's eyes, he shrank back suddenly and said in a very low voice——

"Sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you!"

Chapter No.16 Identity and Pit Digging!

Collide?

Hearing the other party's words, Goethe narrowed his eyes.

He hasn't forgotten how 'I' became a freshman of the 'College'—"You suffered a car accident and lost your memory, and after waking up, you became a freshman of the 'College'..."

This is the note he got when he entered the 'secret realm'.

Moreover, his main task is also 【Find your lost memory】!

"The so-called 'car accident', was I hit by a 'convoy'?"

Naturally, such an idea came to Goethe's mind.