Calamity Crown

The 'clinic', which was noisy before, is now silent.

Because, there is a man standing in the lobby of the 'clinic'.

A man with a cracked mouth and a penetrating smile, painted like a clown, was looking around.

Everyone was silent like a cicada, not daring to breathe.

It wasn't until Goethe looked away that he dared to take a slight breath.

And Camilla, who just dismissed Goethe, felt a tremor inexplicably when she saw Goethe's crazy face at this moment.

Especially when she and Goethe looked into each other's eyes, and found that those eyes were so calm, as calm as a lake, and after the waves were calm, her heart beat even faster.

That face was clearly insane to the extreme.

But why are your eyes so calm?

Why do tranquility and madness appear at the same time?

Moreover, the extreme sense of contrast is strangely coordinated.

People you've never seen before.

People who never imagined.

Suddenly, Camilla panicked.

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It looks a little cold.

Hair up.

Get used to wearing a white coat.

Goethe thought about the characteristics of Camilla that Estred told, and quickly confirmed the doctor's identity.

However, Goethe didn't immediately walk over to inform the other party of his intentions.

Instead, he walked toward a corner of the 'clinic' hall.

There is a looter there.

The Marauder, who had lost an arm, was sitting in a corner thinking about what to do after himself-the original team would definitely not be able to go back, and the team could not raise a cripple.

And to install a mechanical arm is not something he can afford.

really……

Can I just be old trash?

Thinking that he was about to become a precarious trash boss, the predator was filled with despair.

So much so that when Goethe walked in, he didn't notice it.

The predator didn't raise his head until the surrounding atmosphere was not right.

Then--

"Master 'Joker'!"

The Marauder exclaimed and jumped to his feet.

"Shh, be quiet."

"Can I see your weapon?"

Goethe asked with a smile.

"When, of course!"

The predator nodded again and again, and then took out all the weapons on his body, including a homemade iron pipe pistol, a dagger, two sticks of explosives, and a rusty machete.

Goethe looked at the other party's terrified appearance, and felt a little abnormal.

Although when he decided to enter the 'clinic', Goethe asked [Spirit of the Blood Raven] to inquire about it, and there were naturally rumors about him, but Goethe didn't care.

It wasn't until he actually appeared that he suddenly realized that these guys seemed to be serious.

Really think of him as the rumored villain.

Moreover, while fearing him, he was extremely...worshiping.

The kind of worship of the strong produced by the law of the jungle!

It's like a bunch of people with Stockholm Syndrome.

Just like the predator in front of him.

Goethe could clearly see the heat in the opponent's eyes.

However, this does not prevent Goethe from touching these weapons one by one.

In the end, he picked up the original target: the rusty thick-backed machete.

[Thick-backed machete (rusty): As a once-sharp weapon, it was deeply loved by its original owner. The other party used it to obtain food, money, and houses, until it was shot down by the descendants of the 'Prophet', with This thick-backed machete also became the trophy of the descendant of the 'prophet'. After the descendant of the 'prophet' who did not know his identity cut off the original owner's head with it, it was accidentally cut by a rusty blade palm...]

[Get bloody honor x1]

……

Sure enough, it is here!

According to the divination just now, after Goethe confirmed that [Blood Honor] was nearby, he immediately narrowed down the range again.

'Clinic'!

This answer surprised Goethe.

It also made Goethe very happy.

The result of the divination was correct, which also proved that his previous guess was correct.

The blood left by the 'mad king' in the world in front of him is not just the three in the 'Fortress of Doom' who are strung together and placed at the top.

The opponent has more blood descendants left behind.

Even those descendants are dead.

But it was enough for Goethe.

He will definitely be able to obtain more [Blood Honor].

For example: the thick-backed machete in front of you.

However, Goethe, who put the machete back into the opponent's hand, did not turn around and leave immediately.

He is too conspicuous at the moment.

It would be too suspicious to just turn around and leave.

Although there is a high probability that the drug-addicted predators around him will not guess anything, but it will make the doctors and nurses suspicious.

Even if Goethe can explain it, once the seeds of doubt are planted, it is difficult to remove them.

What's more, his 'doctor in charge' is not so good.

Therefore, Goethe needs to make everything reasonable, and... let the doctor admit that he is 'the same kind'!

next moment--

"Very nice weapon!"

"I think it should be extremely sharp at the beginning, but after lack of sharpening, it gets rusty!"

"Just like you at this moment..."

"Do you also want to be such a blunt knife?"

Goethe, who was admiring, suddenly changed the topic and looked at the predator who was missing an arm.

"me……"

The Predator was bewildered.

"You lose an arm, you give up."

"But why don't you think about it, did those guys who lost your arm give up?"

"Do you want to start regretting why you gave up in the first place after you really lost everything and started picking up trash?"

Goethe looked at the other party, picked up the thick-backed machete again, and turned it lightly.

"And the guys who made you lose your arm?"

"They ate steaks and drank red wine, and talked a lot, but they didn't have a word about you-because you are no longer worth mentioning."

"You have long been forgotten."

"Even, you are dead."

"He didn't die on the battlefield where he could fight for a way out, but died in a corner without a name. Maybe he would become the ration of those mutated creatures."

"Is this the result you want?"

Goethe looked into the other's eyes.

"No!"

"This is not what I want!"

"I don't want this result!"

The predator shook his head, the anger and the medicine left in his body made his cheeks flush, and even his eyes began to turn red.

Goethe laughed.

The corner of the split mouth revealed a ferocious smile.

He returned the thick-backed machete in his hand to the opponent.

"Then what are you waiting for?"

As Goethe said, he jumped onto the front desk of the 'clinic', looked at the other disabled predators in the 'clinic', and shouted loudly——

"What are you waiting for?"

"Waiting for death to come?"

"Haven't you guys tried it?"

"When you started the war with the 'Doomsday Fortress', you already had such preparations, but now? You have retreated again, which makes your previous bravery worthless!"

"It will also make your lives worthless!"

"You are injured, you are disabled."

"But you are not dead yet!"

"Then why don't you try again?"

"You have guns and knives in your hands, and you are familiar with the current situation of the war!"

"Also, you can unite!"

"go Go!"

"Go and try again!"

"Go and get back what you deserve!"

"Hey ha ha ha ha!"

After the shouts, there were bursts of wild laughter.

And such wild laughter seems to have given these disabled predators 'new life'. These predators who were already wandering back in despair and at a loss made a decision.

The predator who was the first to talk to Goethe packed his equipment and walked out of the clinic, and the other party said as he walked.

"Anyone want to join me?"

"I!"

"Count me in!"