Calamity Crown

Seth was startled.

No matter how dull a person is, he knows something is wrong at this time.

But it's too late.

The gushing blood had already made the combat teacher lose his strength, but the most important thing was Van der Sar.

There was a faint light in the old woman's hand.

Under the shroud of light, the martial arts teacher completely lost consciousness.

Two minutes later, the fighting class teacher turned into a mummy.

The ceremony on the ground also reached the last moment.

Van der Sar stared at it.

When Scarlet was about to condense, her breathing became short of breath.

But last minute.

Snapped!

The condensed scarlet dissipated.

A lot of blood seemed to be the water contained in the balloon, flowing around as the balloon shattered.

The old woman's dark skirt was directly dyed red.

However, the old woman didn't care.

"why why?"

"Why did I fail again?!"

"What's wrong?"

The old woman growled ferociously, and then there was a huge suction force from under the skirt, and the blood, mummies, and materials were all sucked under the skirt.

Then, the old woman left with a gloomy face.

She didn't realize that in the corner, Woody was watching her leave calmly with a strange expression on his face.

"Sorry, Seth!"

"Alan is mine!"

"It can only be mine!"

The teacher with a neatly trimmed beard whispered.

While whispering, the corners of the other party's mouth turned up unconsciously.

Showed a contented smile.

The other party turned and walked towards the classroom.

The other party didn't see it, and Van der Sar, who had gone away, looked back at this moment.

And Van der Sar didn't notice, when he turned his head, Woody also turned his head and took a look.

At the same time, neither of them noticed that a pair of invisible eyes was quietly watching all this.

Chapter 13 Exchange!

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Under the warm sunshine, Goethe lay flat on the sofa, his slightly squinted eyes were full of thoughts.

Whether it's Woody's paranoia or Van der Sar's ruthlessness, he 'sees' them in his eyes.

However, Goethe didn't care about these.

He cared about Seth!

Innocent Seth!

Under the design of those two guys, the innocent Seth chose the former potion and alchemy classroom to refine the highly poisonous potion he had seen once - in the memory of 'Mordode', Goethe had seen this potion, Even after watching the complete refining process, it can be said that Seth's technique just now is not bad at all.

There is no doubt that the other party is imitating Mordod!

As for why?

Naturally, they want to create a situation where the 'Potion and Alchemy Classroom' is separated from the 'College'.

Or……

In order to find an opportunity to control the 'college'.

Judging from the words of the old woman Van der Sar, it should not be the first time that the other party has done this.

Before, the old woman had failed.

this time?

The opponent is still a failure.

Because, even if 'Mordode' is revived, it is impossible to refine [Elixir of Longevity] again.

and many more!

【Elixir of life】? !

'College' hidden rules 'life and death change'? !

Grasping the key point, Goethe suddenly sat up straight.

"Because of unknown reasons, Mordod refined [the elixir of life], so the entire potion and alchemy classrooms were separated from the 'college'."

"What if it's the 'elixir of life'?"

"With a high probability, Mordod will master the rules of the 'Academy'... right?"

Goethe thought and shook his head subconsciously.

'Mad King' can be quite cocky at times, but not really stupid, there must be some back-up preparation.

It's as if Mordod has turned into a golden hamster.

Maybe it's because Moore Dodd used the "Elixir of Life" to experiment with white mice.

Maybe it's the backhand of the 'Mad King'?

No one can guarantee this.

But the result will not change: Mordod becomes a hamster, and loses important memories, and becomes similar to a real hamster, living in the dark.

And he borrowed the [Spirit of the Blood Crow] and took the [Elixir of Life].

result?

Naturally, it is a good result.

More than that.

Moldaud also provided an idea for the current Goethe: obtain the "academic" rule "life and death" in a way beyond "life and death".

It's hard for others.

For Goethe, who possesses the talent [Time Backtracking], it is a very simple matter.

The only thing to consider is...

Is it worth it!

Goethe couldn't make an accurate judgment until he knew exactly what the "life and death" rules of the "academy" were - if it was the "life and death" rules he understood, everything would be worth it.

But what if not?

Even, in the end, there will only be props such as [Key of the Master (Paradise Hotel)]?

That is a blood loss.

So, just to be on the safe side.

Goethe chose to use a slightly more complex but self-consuming method.

Of course!

If someone is willing to show him the way, he will be more than happy.

After all, the current him doesn't have much, but has a lot of 'time'.

He, Goethe, the longevity species.

Quack, quack!

[Inferior Blood Crows] flew back one by one while screaming.

Nothing to gain.

Cats, dogs, hamsters, rabbits, no.

Neither does the backpack that might exist.

Compressed biscuits, water, and canned food are naturally absent.

Such a result made Goethe rub his temples.

"Won't you have to eat canned food again?"

"No!"

"There is only one can left. It is a necessary and rare material. It can only be compressed biscuits."

Thinking of the taste of compressed biscuits, Goethe frowned slightly.

He plans to change the way of eating.

"Jerry, go bake a biscuit with extra cumin and chilli."

Goethe ordered.

The female hotel manager sprang into action.

That taste?

It's hard to say.

Anyway, Goethe removed the baked compressed biscuits from his recipe-you can never imagine the dry and hard taste of the already dry compressed biscuits after baking, even if there are cumin and chili peppers, it is useless.

"Maybe I should try the tahini dip next time?"

Goethe walked towards the narrow corridor while thinking.

Squeak!

'Paradise Inn' doors open again

Van der Sar, who was wearing a dark sarong, was standing outside the hotel gate, waving at Goethe with a smile on his face.

"Good morning, Mordod."

The old lady was quite polite.

But this can't change the viciousness of the other party.

Goethe still had a fresh memory of the dark sarong that sucked blood, mummies, all kinds of poisonous powder, ritual traces, soil, etc. into the skirt just now, and he always felt that there was a bottomless pit under the skirt.

"good morning."

Goethe nodded in response.

"What do you think?"

The old woman asked impatiently.

"not enough."

"It's not fair to me."

Goethe said so.

The old woman was taken aback.