Calamity Crown

A week later.

Woo!Woohoo!

When the whistle of the 'convoy' resounded through the sky, the old-fashioned steam locomotive dragged twelve carriages out of the gray fog and stopped firmly in front of the gate of the 'college'.

Like every time before, the train conductor handed over two bags of letters to Van der Sar.

But different from before, when the train conductor didn't find Goethe in the crowd, he immediately took four flight attendants carrying four boxes and walked in the direction of 'Paradise Hotel'.

The old woman looked at this scene and kept smiling.

Because, two "sightseeing group" tourists carrying large suitcases appeared in front of her.

The other party has gained.

She has too.

Not only this old lady, but many members of the "sightseeing group" appeared in front of their "relatives and friends" with large or small suitcases, and handed condolence gifts to their "relatives and friends" , and earnestly exhorted.

The conversation between Goethe and the train conductor Edward seems to be confidential, but it also seems to be.

People who know lip language can easily tell the difference.

Even if they don't understand lip language, some changes in the imperial family are still taken into account by caring people.

Among these caring people, many people did not know why the imperial family did this at first, but this did not prevent them from learning.

What's more, the item of 'Principal Modeus' itself is a sought-after item.

A pebble thrown into the lake will cause ripples.

This moment is no exception. Those who are interested are staring at the royal family of the empire, and more people are staring at these people who are interested.

Then, those who stared at these guys also followed suit.

More and more people joined it, just like a snowball.

And this had a consequence for Goethe——

Harvest!

Chapter 18 Words come true!

The moment the 'caravan' appeared over the 'College', Goethe jumped up from the sofa.

He feels it!

Feel the approach of an extremely large number of [Blood Honor]!

"Finally... the harvest time is here."

Goethe muttered to himself, and walked towards the gate.

He believes that his collaborators will never want to enter the 'Paradise Hotel'.

Trading near the gate is an acceptable category for both parties.

Controlling the timing just right, when the conductor Edward appeared outside the gate, Goethe pushed the door and walked out. He looked at the four boxes carried by the four flight attendants with a smile on his face.

His [Heart] told him that there are a lot of [Bloody Honor] inside!

"Welcome to my hotel, my friend."

Goethe greeted.

"I hope that after a while, I can be invited to rest in your hotel in a real sense, instead of standing here feeling the venomous sun like I am now."

The conductor Edward rubbed his red nose and said.

Double entendre.

It not only expresses the possibility of further cooperation between the two parties, but also expresses confidence in this transaction.

"Will do."

"As long as they're real."

Goethe said with a smile.

"Of course!"

"These are treasures of the royal family, which have been verified by countless experts."

The conductor Edward waved his hand, and the four boxes were opened.

The four boxes were placed in different categories, including books, clothing, weapons and a bloody warhead.

"This book is..."

The conductor Edward was about to introduce Goethe, but Goethe waved his hand.

For items with [Bloody Honor], he is the real expert, just like the book in front of him.

[Ivern's Poems: The great poet and playwright Ivern's complete poems and some of his plays are included in this book, so that it becomes extremely thick and thick. When the poor illegitimate son Victor was looking up materials in the library, He didn't notice the crowding of books at all, when he pulled out a copy of "On the Practice of Celestial Bathing", the collection of Irwin's poems fell from the sky, right between his eyebrows...]

[Bloody honor +1]

……

"Being crushed to death by a book?"

Goethe raised an eyebrow.

He already knew that being a descendant of the 'Mad King' Modeus was definitely a high-risk occupation, but he never thought that someone would be killed by a book.

However, this is not weird.

What's even more weird is the linen shirt.

[Sackcloth shirt (broken): At the arrival of the new year, every child in the orphanage received their own gifts, and Woods was no exception. At that time, it was still a brand new linen shirt. Excited Woods Woods was about to put it on immediately, but the neckline was too tight, and he put his head in it with great effort. Because of the excessive force, Woods fell off the second bed, and the linen shirt The nape of the neck just happened to hang on the hook on the second-story bed, and Woods hung there too...]

[Bloody honor +1]

……

"Another bad luck has come?"

Seeing the strange death of the descendants of the 'Mad King', even Goethe couldn't help sighing.

But when Goethe picked up the bullet, he realized what real bad luck looks like.

[Homemade bullets (casting): Joseph is a well-known sharpshooter and good at improving his own guns. This bullet is his handwriting. Whenever a bullet is cast, Joseph will test the gun with the huge willow tree in the backyard. On a thunderstorm day, a lightning struck the willow tree, and the warhead embedded in the willow tree shot out, hitting his wife, eldest son and second son standing under the eaves, and the three died unfortunately. After Ser picked up the bullet again and cast it, he drank the bullet and committed suicide...]

[Bloody honor +4]

……

"+4?"

"Joseph, the eldest son, the second son, and his wife are all descendants of the 'Mad King'?"

"This... lovers finally become brothers and sisters?"

"What a cursed bloodline."

Goethe froze for a moment, and then gave an evaluation from the bottom of his heart.

In addition to this, it is relatively common in Goethe's view. Being hacked to death by a sword, and unfortunately being stoned to death, is really too common among the descendants of the 'Mad King'.

Of course, [Blood Honor] is real.

10 copies!

In this wave, Goethe won 10 [Bloody Honors].

After reading the last thing, Goethe looked at the conductor Edward.

"How about it?"

The other party asked a little nervously.

Although he firmly believed that the experts of the imperial family had no problems, he was still uneasy. After all, this was related to the formula of the [Elixir of Longevity]!

His Majesty, who is already old, is very concerned about this formula.

Otherwise, they wouldn't wantonly mobilize manpower to collect things related to that 'principal'.

You know, some of them have used tricks.

Although there will be some sequelae, but they can't take care of that much.

You know, this is [the elixir of life]!

"not bad."

"but……"

As soon as Goethe opened his mouth, the train conductor Edward immediately showed a smile, but following the words behind, the train conductor immediately became nervous, and he asked: "But what?"

"Only half is what I need, and the remaining half... I guess it's specious."

Goethe shrugged and said in a very tactful tone.

"It's impossible, those experts have identified it."

Edward, the train conductor, muttered to himself.

"We can sign a contract, write down everything I just said, and confirm the truth."

Goethe emphasized.

"no need!"

"I believe you, you have no reason to lie to us—those damn experts!"

The train conductor Edward waved his hand, and then cursed.

Looking at the other party with this appearance, the smile on Goethe's face remained unchanged.

He, Goethe, never fails to speak.

After he had gathered 20 pieces of the 'mad king' or descendant items he needed, he told the other party the formula of [Elixir of Life].

Since I didn't make enough, I won't say a word.

Of course, with 10 [Blood Honor] as a 'deposit', his attitude towards the other party is much better.

"Would you like a cup of fruit tea?"

"I recently deployed it according to the records in the book."

Goethe sent an invitation.

"Next time!"

"I'll talk about it after I gather all the things you need. My biggest headache now is how to appease the furious His Majesty—our Majesty is looking forward to this transaction."

The conductor Edward smiled wryly and waved to his subordinates.

They did not remove the box and its contents.

"Tom, put these things in the underground storage room."

"Yes, Master."

The male puppet stepped out and tidied up quickly, while Goethe stood at the door and waited.

After the last box was moved in by the male puppet, Van der Sar came with someone.

"Good morning, Mordod."

The old woman greeted with a smile.

"Good morning, Van der Sar."

Goethe responded to the other party, but the old woman frowned.

She would prefer Goethe to address her as vice-principal.

But thinking of the importance of Goethe at this moment, the old woman gave up such a statement that might damage the friendship between the two parties.

"How's the harvest from Edward?"

The old woman changed the subject with a smile.