Calamity Crown

"He told you quietly, and then asked you to arrange everything calmly?"

'Heisa' looked at Goethe as he spoke, his eyes full of inquiry.

This should be a psychological shadow by Winchester, right?

No matter what, it can be placed on Winchester.

What had Winchester done to her?

Goethe had more curiosity in his heart, but on the surface he shrugged his shoulders with a tacit appearance.

"it is as expected."

"I should have destroyed all the materials and notes Winchester left for you earlier."

"Is there a clue there?"

The other party continued to ask.

However, this time, without waiting for Goethe to answer, the other party muttered to himself again.

"It shouldn't be that simple."

"If I destroy these materials and notes, it will only be exposed in advance—Winchester will definitely arrange a follower that you don't even know about!"

"Use your despair and fear to lure me into the game, and then..."

"Fix me completely."

'Heisa' said, frowning.

There is no doubt that the other party is thinking about what Winchester's backhand is.

But apparently, that was fruitless.

But the more this happened, the more helpless and fearful the other party felt.

That's right, helplessness and fear!

Unfortunately, the strength Goethe showed made her have no chance of winning at all.

What is frightening is that Winchester, who clearly thought he had the chance to win, was calculating step by step.

Especially the latter made 'Heisa' inexplicably recall the guy from back then.

It’s just...

It's exactly the same!

"Winchester's serious injury... yes! His serious injury!"

Suddenly, 'Heisa' thought of something.

Suddenly raised his head and looked at Goethe.

"He was injured a long time ago, but he kept covering it up until he discovered me, and then he chose to seal me to expose the injury, so that his real enemy would miscalculate and be paralyzed."

"Is that right?"

'Hessa' asked.

Goethe: ...

Your brain power is worthy of being the person who wrote "Romantic Art Student's War Journey". I didn't say anything, but you justified it!

At this time, Goethe really wants to double-click 666 for 'Heisa'.

This brain supplement ability is really inferior to not writing books.

At this time, Goethe even regretted giving up the choice of the content of the book just after reading the title of "The War Journey of a Romantic Art Student".

Should take a look.

Undoubtedly, it is quite a wonderful one.

However, Goethe is more concerned about the words behind 'Heisa'.

' so that his real enemy would miscalculate and be paralyzed. '

Is this made up by 'Heisa'?

Or is there really such an enemy?

If so, who would it be?

Goethe thought in his heart, then shook his head.

"do not know."

Goethe told the truth, he really didn't know.

There is nothing to hide.

After all, it will not affect the rhythm he wants now.

"You don't know either?"

"Right."

"It's impossible for you to know. The enemies he faces have long been beyond your imagination, and I? I'm just a pawn he uses, even though...he said he loves me."

'Black Sa' started breaking the news.

Goethe was mentally prepared for this.

The appearance of Ms. 'Heisa' at the stage really made him have too many guesses.

It is naturally normal for something to happen in that state and Winchester.

As for saying 'I love you'?

Well……

There is a high probability that Winchester is serious, but he has forgotten his attribute of "the lone star of the evil spirit". Once such words are said, there is basically no other choice but to step on the left foot and fly directly to the moon up.

You know, in a sense, the adopted son of 'him' also died.

"Sure enough, it's very Winchester."

'Heisa' laughed at himself.

Then, the other party began to restrain their emotions.

"What are you going to do with me?"

"To kill them all?"

"Come on then."

the other party asked.

Goethe sneered from the bottom of his heart.

How could the other party beg for death? If he really begged for death, he wouldn't have said something like 'Winchester said he loves me' just now, but had simply fought hard.

Even under the premise that the environment is unfavorable, if you have the will to die, you will not hesitate.

And having said so much, the other party just didn't want to die.

"I think we can talk."

"Because of your current identity."

Goethe pointed to little Lisa as he spoke.

"Is she also one of the 'seeds'?"

"After you die, will she recover?"

"Do people around me still have such 'seeds'?"

"She is."

"There are no people around you. Winchester is very careful. I only arranged one after he was seriously injured. My current identity is not aimed at you."

'Heisa' nodded cooperatively.

"Oh?"

"Your current identity is not aimed at us?"

"But you also gave birth to little Lisa—is that one of the ways your powers work?"

Goethe asked with a smile.

'Heisa' immediately became vigilant.

"Don't be so vigilant, I'm just curious."

"If you don't want to say it, forget it."

It has been determined that the 'Girl' looks like 'Heisa' is not Goethe who was born out of thin air. He immediately waved his hand and uncovered the topic. He continued: "Take out something that appeals to me, and sign a copy of 'Lisa'. You, and Lisa, including all the 'seeds' in my opinion, will not lay hands on innocent people again' contract, I will let you go."

"What if I can't get it out?"

'Hessa' asked.

Goethe didn't speak, but smiled again.

This time it was a nuclear smile.

'Heisa' nodded immediately.

"understood."

"I will come up with something that definitely makes you feel worthwhile, but at the same time, you have to make sure that 'you and your crows, subordinates, friends, etc., will not be able to sign the contract from the moment I sign the contract, until I do not violate the contract. Shoot me.'”

"of course."

Goethe agreed.

Subsequently, a parchment contract was signed under the mutual supervision of both parties.

The moment the signing was completed, 'Heisa' spit out a crystal as thick as an index finger.

"It was given to me by that guy, and it is also the source of my strength. It contains some wonderful knowledge - but the core part needs to be unlocked to obtain some codes."

"It should be a code derived from some kind of folklore knowledge. It is precisely because of this that I will focus on Winchester."

"As Winchester's adopted son, you must be able to untie it, right?"

As 'Heisa' said, he showed a look that you can definitely do it.

Goethe frowned slightly.

Not really about solving puzzles.

He's good at solving puzzles, especially when the puzzles are about the 'Mad King'.

He just felt that this crystal was a little disgusting.

He turned around and brought alcohol spray from the side.

It sprayed continuously for more than ten seconds, then wiped it with a disposable gauze, and then continued to spray...

When Goethe was about to continue spraying for the third time, 'Heisa' couldn't help it.

"It's enough!"

"Be clean and healthy."

As Goethe said, he sprayed alcohol again and picked up the black crystal.

Almost instantly, the memories stored in it flooded in.

'When Gehman made a Maria doll in honor of his apprentice Maria, I wondered if I could do something about it—after all, everyone is a vile alien. '

In a wooden house, the man sitting in front of the campfire said with a smile.

Although his face was different, Goethe immediately confirmed that this was the 'mad king' in the happy stage because of the cheap feeling.

The man is very young, his eyes are full of vitality.

'The puppet's skin must be tender, elastic, and most importantly...warm. '

'It's a pity that the materials are hard to find. I'm thinking about whether to borrow some from the dragon. '

The young man hummed an unknown tune as he spoke, and then slapped his forehead violently.