Calamity Crown

As for the 'road' [unarmed combat]?

Goethe just wanted to use the power in it, and the two [treasure cards] were about to collapse.

So Goethe had to stop immediately.

"Is it because the number is late, and the card that bears the 'power level' can't do it, so it can't be completed?"

"Or do I have to make the card myself?"

Goethe mused.

The former is easy to say, you just need to keep collecting cards.

It takes time and effort to always find the card with the first number.

But what if the latter?

According to that simple memory, from the birth of the "Emperor" Zhao Jingjue six years ago in 660 to the present, countless amazing and talented people wanted to see through the secret of [treasure card] and make [treasure card] by themselves .

But without exception, all failed.

A lot of manpower and material resources were spent, but in the end nothing was achieved.

Some even lost their lives altogether.

Goethe will not belittle himself, let alone be arrogant.

He is well aware of how powerful the talent brought by [Golden Human. Alienation] is, but he will not think that relying on [Golden Human. Alienation] can ignore the unfinished things that countless talented people have not completed in six years .

Even if he has knowledge similar to that of the 'Mad King', it will not happen overnight.

If you start from the beginning, it is also a thousand things.

"If it's really the latter, then you have to go to the palace."

Goethe knew very well that if the information on how to make a [treasure card] is most likely to exist, it must be inside the palace. Even if there are some forces outside to explore, it is not as good as there.

But, again, it's not easy to go there.

Under normal circumstances, Goethe naturally doesn't care.

But when [Bao Card] appeared, the situation changed.

Now the royal family still has sixteen [treasure cards], who knows what's inside?

[Small Covering Eyes] [Small Body Protection Cards] are all after three hundred, especially [Small Covering Eyes] is the last few cards, but what is the top-ranked [Treasure Card]?

Who knows what a 'mad king' in a state of madness will make?

After all, the other party is to deal with the 'witch'!

Goethe didn't dare to be careless.

He came here to solve troubles and seek a way to survive, not to seek his own death.

"We can only slowly collect more [treasure cards], and at the same time inquire about the corresponding information, so as to infer what the top-ranked [treasure cards] are."

Goethe planned silently.

Then, he glanced outward.

With the help of [Spirit of the Blood Raven]'s vision, he saw two figures approaching, and he could hear their voices clearly.

"Can Uncle Wang do it?"

Miss Wang's face was full of hesitation, and her steps slowed down unconsciously.

"Definitely."

"I've seen it. That technique is absolutely impossible for ordinary people. Not to mention becoming a master, a wild boar with Taoism will definitely not be able to do it, even if it is an ordinary wild boar."

"I asked Lao Li again, this Mr. Mo is a powerful man, that's right."

Old Wang said immediately.

Then, walk again.

Does Lao Wang know what his lady wants to ask?

For sure!

It wasn't asking 'is Mr. Mo okay' at all, but 'the two of us have reached the door, can Mr. Mo agree or not'.

Ok?

Pharaoh is not sure either.

But it's all here, what can Old Wang do?

Rather than being chased and killed by the white-eyed wolf and not knowing whether he is alive or dead, it is better to be a dead horse as a living horse doctor and ask this Mr. Mo for help.

Of course, Lao Wang dared to come.

Still have such confidence.

However, there is no way to tell the eldest lady about this matter.

It's a bad thing to say.

Before the incident, Lao Wang loved his kind and innocent young lady very much, just like looking at his granddaughter, but after going through those things, Lao Wang understood that the kindness and innocence of his young lady Sometimes it's really not a good thing, but I can't say it clearly, because I'm really afraid of hurting my eldest lady.

Miss Wang looked at Uncle Wang who was walking ahead.

She remembered that a few months ago, Uncle Wang was still tall and straight, like a young man.

Now he is a little stooped, and he really looks a bit like an old man.

Who is this to blame?

Blame her.

She let the white-eyed wolf go softly.

But at that time, she let go of her brother.

Regret?

There are some.

But it wasn't that he regretted letting his elder brother go, but that he regretted that he hadn't planned well and let him go so easily without taking any countermeasures.

This is the place to regret.

other?

Miss Wang's family didn't think too much.

She only thought about how to beg that Mr. Mo.

Looking up, the lead cloud covered the moon again, and the snowflakes fell down again.

This is all too common on black soil.

In winter, it snows from time to time.

Sometimes, for several days in a row, there is no road at all.

Otherwise, there would be no such thing as 'Mao Dong'.

Snowflakes hit Miss Wang's face, it was cold, and her heart was also cold.

No one asks about the poor and downtown, and the rich have distant relatives in the mountains.

Miss Wang's family didn't understand this sentence very well before, because she was surrounded by good people, everyone smiled and respected her, and the promise on her lips was like no money, and she kept saying it.

Is something really wrong?

There is no quick relief.

Only to add insult to injury.

It's really like the poor playing ten steel hooks on the cross streets, but they can't hook the flesh and blood of their relatives, and the rich are in the deep mountains and old forests, and they can't beat the unjust friends with wooden sticks.

When she thought about how she hoped to ask others for help, but in the end, the other party agreed and sold herself to the white-eyed wolf, Miss Wang's heart became colder and colder.

At that time, Miss Wang's family was no longer naive.

She knew very well that if she wanted that Mr. Mo to help, she had to take out something.

What else does she have?

Just a nice body.

Thinking of this, Miss Wang took a deep breath and caught up with Old Wang.

Standing in front of the door, Lao Wang stepped forward and knocked on the door.

Pop, pop, pop.

Tap three times.

Lao Wang opened his mouth and said.

"Mr. Mo, are you asleep?"

The etiquette is comprehensive and the voice is respectful.

Then, I heard the reply from the room——

"Sleep."

"Ah, you didn't sleep, I have something to do with you...huh?"

Hearing Goethe's reply, Pharaoh didn't think too much, subconsciously, he continued.

It was only halfway out of my mouth that I came back to my senses.

Old Wang was taken aback.

If this is applied to ordinary people, it will be numb, and it will not happen.

But Lao Wang, as the chief steward of the Wang family, is a man of the scene.

He didn't pick up on the previous stubble at all, but continued down the line.

"I have something to tell you, is it convenient for you?"

Out of politeness, Pharaoh was still respectful.

"inconvenient."

Goethe replied again.

This answer made Old Wang roll his eyes.

However, let's say it's a scene person.

Old Wang rolled his eyes, but said again immediately.

"I have news about a [treasure card], I don't know about you..."

Before he finished speaking, the door opened with a 'squeak', and Goethe stood there with a smile on his face.

"Come on, come in and talk."

Goethe raised his hand as a guide, but he couldn't see the appearance of rejecting people thousands of miles away just now.

Pharaoh?

That was even more grinning.

"After you."

Pharaoh bowed his hand.

The two of them were almost polite to the point of refusing each other before entering the room.

Miss Wang is one step behind.

After entering the room, I looked at it subconsciously.

There are three rooms inside and outside the whole house. The one who enters the door is in the middle, with dining tables, benches and the like, and one on the left and one on the left, serving as a study and bedroom.

There is no kitchen, and Mo Shengyi's meals are delivered by Li Changhai every day.

It can be seen that Lao Li treats Mo Shengyi very well.

At least these three big tile-roofed houses are not something ordinary people can live in.