Calamity Crown

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"'Lumberjack' is the rough guy."

"'The Hunter' is cautious, but stubborn and not worth dealing with at all."

"So, in your organization review, 'lumberjack' and 'hunter' are not only useless, but will drag you down. As for the 'pharmacist' who is the deputy examiner of the reviewer? 'Farmer'?"

"They want you to fail."

"They won't let you join."

"Because it becomes '4vs4,' even if 'Esenker' you don't develop agents."

"They will only kill you before that!"

The 'gentleman' spoke to Goethe, who put on his cloak and hood.

"Are you the examiner?"

Goethe asked.

"Of course!"

"Everything I propose, I am of course the chief examiner, and I have more 'marks' than the assistant examiner."

The 'Gentleman' nodded and added immediately.

"Ah."

"Then why don't we do it more thoroughly?"

Goethe nodded.

"thorough?"

A ferocious and bloodthirsty smile appeared on the gentle face of the 'gentleman', and then he laughed out loud: "Hahaha, that's right! That's it!"

"Why don't we go a little further?"

"really!"

"I didn't misread you!"

"'Esen Cole' please wait a moment, I will arrange it right away!"

The 'gentleman' bowed respectfully and politely again, as if the person who laughed wildly just now was not him.

Goethe also responded slightly.

When the other party disappeared, Goethe narrowed his eyes.

The other party has bad intentions!

From the first time they met each other, the other party harbored ill intentions.

And now?

This feeling is getting stronger.

He knew that 'they' couldn't act like members of the organization.

Therefore, he, a member to be assessed, can attack 'them'.

Likewise, 'they' can also shoot at him.

And did he have a reason to be shot?

Have!

And, more than one.

First of all, it is the title of 'God of the Inner Bay', or 【Lost Glory (Corrosion)】.

Secondly, there is Calgalon Island.

Finally, it is the study of the blood of the 'mad king', which can also be called [the blood of the mad king].

Each of these three things is extremely attractive to members of 'them'.

"'Angler', 'Lady', 'Lord', 'Dove', 'Bartender' 'Counselor'... 'Gentleman', 'Wolf', 'Snake' and 'Lumberjack', 'Apothecary', 'Farmer' ','hunter'."

Goethe silently read the names of these thirteen people in his heart, squinting his eyes and thinking.

He didn't use [Shadow Snake Tail Bite].

Goethe didn't know much about 'them'.

But Goethe is sure that these people will definitely have props to prevent divination. If they do divination rashly, it will definitely cause unnecessary troubles and even twists and turns.

So, he's looking for an extra assistant.

This itself was part of his plan.

A [Spirit of the Blood Raven] quickly came out through the wall.

The rebuilding of the Port of Marne has been exceptionally smooth.

In the name of 'God of Neiwan', everyone was twisted into a rope.

There are no more constraints.

No more trickery.

In just one month, the reconstruction of the Port of Marne has been completed by a third.

Everyone can foresee that in the near future, everything will be back to normal.

Do not!

It's better than ever!

Standing in front of the simple hotel window, wearing a cloak but not a hood, Margarita Mag believed so firmly, as if she had re-entered Faber's land openly at this moment.

Even if it is just Port Marne, it is extremely incredible.

She originally thought that once she went back and forth, she would have to hide her head and show her tail.

And now?

Port Marne has become her 'shelter'.

Goethe once again performed a miracle.

It seems that this man is always good at performing miracles.

Indeed……

The man she fell in love with.

Thinking of this, the second daughter of the Tulip family blushed slightly.

Especially when Goethe's voice resounded with the help of [Spirit of the Blood Crow] and [Sound Transmission], the cheeks of the second daughter of the Tulip family were even more flushed, as if the deepest little secret in her heart had been discovered.

"what happened?"

With the help of [Spirit of Blood Raven]'s vision, Goethe could see clearly.

Goethe, who knew what was going on, subconsciously wanted to tease a few words, but suddenly thought of the hatchet.

Immediately, the crotch felt cold.

Suddenly sober.

"It's okay, are you okay?"

The second daughter of the Tulip family didn't notice anything unusual at all and asked directly.

"Well, I want your Anzi to cooperate with me, and send a message to Faber VII at the right time!" Goethe nodded, and then with malicious intentions, he elongated his tone and said, "Just say ——His behavior has angered 'them', and 'they' are ready to slay the dragon!"

Chapter 93 Add me!

On a four-wheeled Upon carriage, the old Newt who was driving handed Goethe a piece of shriveled pancake. From the Port of Marne to Sark, the capital of Fabol, it would take 8-9 weeks on foot, but if you took the team's carriage It is a lot faster, and if you are riding alone, you can reduce the time by at least half.

Goethe's Uppong carriage is a caravan carriage.

The steward of the caravan was Old Newt, and the guards were Big Newt and Little Newt, both of whom were the sons of Old Newt. One rode a horse to scout the road ahead, and the other stood on the top of the carriage to watch.

Old Newt's wife and two daughters-in-law followed behind in another pony carriage.

Obviously, this is a family caravan.

Such caravans are common in Faber.

All acted as a family, traveling between Port Marne and Sark and beyond.

Most of them make a living by trading in goods.

And of course, messaging.

Big Newt's wife was recording something.

Little Newt's wife was holding a crossbow and cooperating with her husband to search around.

A family has a clear division of labor.

Goethe put the shriveled pancake into his mouth, took a sip of water, and waited until the pancake was completely soaked before chewing.

Crunchy.

Has a strong wheat flavor.

There is also some taste of bran.

Therefore, when chewing and swallowing, you have to gulp and drink water, otherwise your throat will be clattered.

And this is what Goethe paid for the corresponding "food expenses" - Goethe joined the caravan at a fork in the road three days away from Sark with a fee of "3 silver".

3 silver, which is the cost of riding in a carriage.

Also includes food expenses.

and accommodation costs.

Of course, the food wasn't great.

For three meals a day, most of them consisted of dry pancakes. In the evening, there would be dried meat the size of a little finger to make soup, and then, including the old Newt family, they would share it together, and Goethe could share a bowl.

Vegetables are not available.

Vegetables on the go are expensive, just like seafood.

"Buchaidao, at first I thought you were a bad person. After all, there are very few people who take a ride so close to Sac, and most of them are guys with ulterior motives... Well, speaking of it, your name really strangeness."

The closer he was to Faber's capital Sark, the more talkative old Newt was.

As his vigilance was lowered, old Newt became more and more enthusiastic about Goethe.

Buchai Road?

This is Goethe's pseudonym, which naturally means 'no hatchet'.

"The name, it all carries a person's good wishes..."

"Wish?"

"No, it's a will!"

Goethe corrected old Newt's accent.

"Wish? Last wish? Your Beidi accent is too strong, I can't tell it apart, but it shouldn't matter, hahahaha!"

Old Newt laughed out loud.

Tsk, it doesn't matter.

It's a matter of life!