Calamity Crown

Alger Aldrich was still in Lewster for a day, so it was impossible for him to have any conversations with Sheila about the 'Mad King's Legacy'.

Even if Sheila thinks it's safe.

"I really envy the two of you who can rest, and I have to help the logistics staff of the action team deal with the aftermath."

Freddie looked helpless.

Of course, this is fake.

Goethe didn't reveal it, but asked with great interest.

"Is it erasing memory?"

"Well, most of the people in Lust who are still alive need to go through a medicine-assisted treatment-this is a big project, and it can't be completed in a short time."

"It will take at least a month."

"It is really troublesome to prevent some accidents during the period."

Freddie smiled wryly.

This time it was a real wry smile.

It can be seen that the boss of 'Nightmare Night' does not want to join in such a difficult task, but as a 'semi-official staff', this is an obligation that must be borne.

Sheila was also in charge.

Sheila did not usher in a break the next day.

Under the orders of Captain Alger Aldrich, as the owner of the 'Hunter Bar', Sheila took on the task of preventing more news from leaking.

But when Goethe offered to help, he was told that he could take a vacation.

"The captain is very considerate of his subordinates."

"As the 'Apprentice Keeper', you have overfulfilled the task."

"So, you can rest."

In No. 1 Guta Street, Morey explained to Goethe.

Then, without Goethe asking, Morey told Goethe why he was here.

"As for me?"

"I fought with a 'Supernatural Son' yesterday, and once again 'Supernatural is out of control'."

"So, I was also put on leave."

The former superhuman person in charge of Luster sighed.

Seeing Morey's appearance, Goethe directly took out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet beside him.

It's wine.

The kind that can be called good in the cheap.

Swarte bought it specially when he was redecorating here.

"It's a rare vacation, do you want something to drink?"

Goethe didn't know what happened in the secret room at No. 45 in the tree-shaded block that day. Alger Aldrich's power prevented Goethe from listening, but Goethe knew that Morey in front of him must have vouched for him.

Goethe could sense this from Alger Aldrich's more and more kind attitude.

For this, Goethe is sincerely grateful.

Otherwise, he would have to forcibly open the last 'secret realm' and escape temporarily.

And, he will definitely use the craziest way to obtain the qualification to live.

Just like he did back home.

Goethe never wanted to recall that experience.

As for doing it again?

Goethe wondered if he could bear it again.

May survive, but he is definitely not him anymore.

It is also possible to simply die, dragging the whole world to be buried with him.

In short, it is not a good result.

Therefore, Goethe is very grateful to his 'guide'.

"it is good."

"Just a little bit."

Morey didn't refuse the wine, and was even a little happy.

However, just as Goethe opened the wine, Mrs. Burns came.

The old lady handed a letter to Goethe with a strange face.

"Here is a letter from your 'relative'."

Goethe was taken aback.

"relative?"

'His' relatives should be dead.

Where are the relatives from?

"Well, Grand Duke Scrooge!"

When Mrs. Burns said the name, her tone was respectful.

Goethe frowned, opened the letter—

Goethe:

My dear nephew, I am sorry to meet you in this way. Our blood originates from your great-grandfather. He has two sons, one is your grandfather and the other is my father. I lost contact, but when I was dying, I heard news about you.

But I, who is already terminally ill, cannot see you in person.

So, I made this decision.

I have decided to share my portion of my inheritance with you.

To reward you for your defense of the clan.

To reward you for your act of avenging your loved ones.

Please come to the North as soon as possible, I will try my best to wait for you.

your uncle: scrooge ke

Qi.D1888.6.22

……

Looking at the letter, Goethe frowned.

He sensed a familiar sense of intrigue in the letter.

and……

Who is Scrooge K.?

Walker Without Borders

Chapter 1 Travel far!

Woo!

Amidst the whistle of the train, the train started slowly.

The train conductor inspected the carriages as usual, sweeping past the third-class carriages, smiling on the second-class carriages, taking it seriously in the first-class carriages, and becoming cautious when walking to the special-class carriages.

Different from the previous carriages, the guests here are all rich or expensive.

It's not something he, a little train conductor, can offend.

"Have all the drinks and snacks been delivered?"

The train conductor asked the full-time waiter in the special compartment.

"It's all delivered."

"The young gentleman said not to disturb him until summoned."

Standing in the corridor of the special compartment, the young waiter immediately replied.

"Everything must be obeyed by the customer."

Although regretful, the train conductor suppressed the idea of ​​visiting the young guest, and instead ordered the waiter—in order not to affect the distinguished guest, the train conductor not only lowered his voice, but also moved closer to the waiter , half bent over.

A silver cord slipped out of the trouser pocket as the conductor bent over.

The falling silver cable didn't fall, but rolled into the special compartment. When it came to a private room, it just turned around and turned into the compartment that hadn't been closed yet.

Goethe, who had just put his luggage away, looked down and saw the silver cord coming towards him.

Ever since [Steinbeck Breathing Method] reached the proficient level and had the effect of [Fortune], he has encountered similar things almost every day in the past few days.

Sometimes when I suddenly stumbled when I was walking, I looked down and found a silver rope.

Sometimes when you open a book, a bookmark with a copper corner appears in front of you.

At the beginning, Goethe was very surprised, but when he found that the maximum "limit" for picking up money every day was one silver cord, and sometimes there was not even one silver cord, Goethe became indifferent.

It is obvious that the [Fortune] of [Steinbeck Breathing Method] is useful, but of limited use.

At least, at this stage.

Maybe wait until the level rises to pick up more money?

Goethe didn't know.

He only knows that money is hard-won.

Therefore,

As soon as he bent down, he picked up the silver cord and put it in his wallet.

"Good luck."

Goethe said so, turned and closed the box door.

The special-class carriage in front of me is very spacious, not only has a bed, a separate bathroom, but also a sofa, a coffee table, a blue table runner spread out on the coffee table, and a plant with small yellow flowers in a white vase.

The tea ordered by Goethe, together with the kettle, was placed on the side near the sofa with the snack stand.

The snack stand is divided into three layers, the first layer is creme brulee, the second layer is tiramisu, and the third layer is donuts.

The dim sum was warm and had clearly just come out of the oven.

Goethe picked up a piece of tiramisu and put it in his mouth.

The nuts are crispy, but the sweetness is too strong.

So much so that Goethe had to take a sip of the tea on the side.

Tea can be regarded as quite satisfactory.

I just don't know how the three meals are.

From the current point of view, it is still in line with the ticket price of 12 gold grams and 10 silver cables.

The starting point of this train is Luster, and it goes straight to the largest city in the North, 'Halest'. There are some stops in the middle, but not many, so it can be regarded as a 'semi-special train'.

The whole process takes about 6 days.

Therefore, when he decided to go to the north to inherit the inheritance and learned that the 'Keeper of Secrets' could be reimbursed, Goethe chose the highest class car without hesitation.