Calamity Crown

One is a 'lucky' but self-satisfied fool.

One is a coward who has a good mind but only wants to escape.

in case……

If it becomes 'bait', it should be able to catch many people, right?

Especially that idiot, if he uses it well, it may have miraculous effects.

Immediately, Goethe's gaze at the two softened.

Swart, who was happily talking about his plan, noticed Goethe's gentle eyes, and immediately shuddered - he had seen similar eyes, and every time Goethe showed such eyes, someone would always be unlucky.

This time...

It can't be me, can it?

Swart guessed in his heart.

Goethe turned his head and looked out of the car window.

The train had already stopped by now.

A patrol of 50 people appeared beside the train.

However, this patrol is not a police patrol.

But...

army!

The leading officer, noticing Goethe's sizing up, immediately showed a cold smile at Goethe, then raised his right hand and gave a thumbs up and slowly scratched across his neck.

Goethe laughed.

He tapped lightly with his fingers on the sofa.

next moment--

The group of crows that were standing still on the top of the train rose into the sky.

Chapter 3 The Town

The unknown fell from the sky.

Disaster arrived as promised.

Black enveloped the side of the train.

Moments later, scarlet blooms.

The officer who had just raised his hand to cut his throat at Goethe was blinded by a crow before he could put down his hand, and then his neck was cut off by the [Spirit of Blood Crow] hiding in it.

The sudden attack and the immediate death of the commander turned the patrol into chaos in an instant.

Bang, bang, bang!

Scattered gunshots came, and then they received special care from [Spirit of Blood Raven].

After a few times, the rest of the patrol team learned to be smart and no longer dared to shoot at will. While waving their arms to drive away the crows, they began to evacuate while covering their faces.

In less than 5 minutes, the patrol scattered and fled.

Everyone watched this scene dumbfounded.

Especially the train conductor was at a loss.

In the special compartment, Goethe raised his hand to close the curtains, turned around and picked up the notes on the coffee table.

"Aren't you going to say something?"

Sheila couldn't help asking.

"say what?"

Goethe looked at Sheila in surprise.

"Those crows!"

Shira emphasized, acting like you don't want to fool a fool.

"They are innocent."

Goethe said with certainty.

After all, the instigator was him.

And he?

Also for self-preservation.

When this patrol team appeared, Goethe could be sure that this patrol team was with the previous six robbers, otherwise the other party could not have appeared in such a timely manner.

Obviously, it is intended to respond.

It succeeded. In the name of arrest, the six robbers were taken away.

Failed?

Naturally, he was labeled as an accomplice of robbers.

Then, take away in the name of censorship.

As for the result?

That is of course self-evident.

The other party has no good intentions from beginning to end.

Moreover, it shouldn't be the first time the other party has done this.

Otherwise, it would not be so unscrupulous.

The only pity is that the opponent did not expect to encounter a "larger number" of enemies - under normal circumstances, even if they occasionally encounter a "transcendent", the opponent can still gain an advantage by relying on their numbers.

Especially the military uniform, it was like a talisman.

There are always some people in the world who will think that they are great, but they will not realize that they are great, only because of the brilliance created by the blood of their ancestors.

They are bathed in radiance.

Over time,

They think they are brilliant.

Then, the brilliance gradually dimmed.

"Ugh!"

Goethe suddenly sighed.

"Goethe...wouldn't this be an appetizer?"

Swart, who was nervous just now, swallowed immediately when he heard the sigh, and asked cautiously.

Compared to Sila the Fool, Swart the Coward can obviously see more things.

Almost instantly, I figured out what this patrol team would do when they appeared here.

because……

He's done it before.

Still several times.

And those who were punished by him, in the end, there is no good fruit to eat.

Therefore, he knew very well what would happen to them if Goethe hadn't made a move just now.

Unlike him, who is mainly asking for money.

These guys are to die for.

The sheriff's back was wet just thinking about it.

Seeing Swart looking at him pitifully, Goethe smiled.

"It's just an appetizer."

"and……"

"You're already at the table, you can't escape."

Goethe said half-truthfully.

Swarte turned pale, sat on the sofa beside him, and began to shiver.

"waste!"

Sheila commented.

Swart wanted to retort, but in the end nothing was said.

He doesn't want to either.

But he is really scared.

"Goethe, do you have any plans?"

Sheila leaned over again, stretched out her fingers and grabbed Goethe's sleeve, and asked like a baby.

But Goethe was not at all moved.

It wasn't that Sheila wasn't good-looking enough.

It's not that they don't act like they do.

But after Goethe preconceived the other party as a fool, and when the other party was wearing a good-looking skin and posing at him, Goethe always couldn't help but think of Erha who was looking directly at you.

wrong!

Not Erha!

She doesn't have the fluffy, straightforward and silly feeling of Erha.

kind of like...

While Goethe was thinking of a more appropriate description, Sheila showed off her charm as usual, bowed slightly, showing off her waistline and long legs, raised her hand across her neck, and placed it on the On hair pins made of feathers.

This movement seemed to strike Goethe like lightning.

He had a flash of inspiration and blurted out.

"Shoebill!"

After saying this 'adjective', Goethe nodded seriously. The more he looked at Shila, the more he felt like it—at most, it was a good-looking whalebill stork!

Shira froze.

She didn't know what a shoebill was.

But she knew it shouldn't be a good word.

"Go to hell, dog man!"

Sheila shouted in her heart, she really wanted to use a dagger to stab four or five holes in Goethe's body, but she didn't dare, she still had to rely on Goethe to obtain the knowledge of the "Mad King's Legacy"...

and many more!

Did this guy not want to share the knowledge of the 'Mad King's Legacy' with me, so he provoked me on purpose?

Thinking of Shira's arms wrapped around her chest, a light flashed in her eyes.

There is only one truth.

Why not speak up?

She won't say it!

Exposing Goethe will not do her any good, but it will make Goethe change her strategy. She has to endure in silence until the day when she gets the "knowledge of the mad king".

"What associations did she develop?"

Seeing Sheila's eyes full of wisdom, Goethe raised his eyebrows.