Calamity Crown

Trilling non-stop.

The old woman's face turned pale, while Alan drew out his bone sword and stabbed the old emperor straight.

"You are invincible here?"

"No!"

"I'm the!"

After the old emperor said such words, he turned his palms, and a skeletal head appeared in his hands—the head was so small that it should belong to a baby.

"The bones of the eldest son of 'Principal'?"

The old woman's face changed again.

"Yes."

"The bones of his eldest son."

"It's also the reason why I dared to enter the 'College'—thanks to that idiot Sheld. He didn't know what he missed, or... he was an idiot himself."

The old emperor nodded, but there was no complacency on his old face.

He just waved his hand.

The force field vortex dissipated without a trace.

Alan who stabbed with his sword was even knocked into the air.

The old woman opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, staggering.

"'The Academy' is mine!"

The old woman growled.

More power began to accumulate.

The old emperor remained indifferent, and began to search for the 'Principal's Office' with the help of the bones of the eldest son of the 'Mad King'.

"Where? Where?"

"it's here!"

"I found it, I...huh?"

Amidst the joyful words, the old emperor suddenly stopped.

Because, he saw a person there.

A man who should never have been there.

Mordod!

Or rather...

Goethe.

Goethe, who was holding the wet 'Sage's Stone' in his hand, sensed the peeping of the old emperor, immediately put away the 'Sage's Stone', took advantage of the opportunity and sat in the only chair, and said with a smile— —

"Welcome to my 'school'!"

Chapter 27 Bad taste!

Time moves forward slightly by 1 hour.

Goethe stood up with doubts, he was a little at a loss.

"Why not?"

"I guessed wrong?"

Goethe whispered to himself, thinking about the joints.

What is the problem?

"Do not be discouraged……"

Goethe, who was whispering to himself, instantly triggered Jerry's answering mechanism - Jerry immediately hugged Goethe while comforting him, with a complicated look on his face.

Goethe: ...

Damn 'Mad King'!

I must hang you up and beat you!

Gritting his teeth, Goethe held the 'Philosopher's Stone' again and tried it on Jerry with a bit of unbelief.

My wrists are sore, but it still doesn't work.

Goethe frowned slightly.

He sat on the sofa thinking about what went wrong with him.

And this kind of thinking about the back of the sitting posture once again triggered Jerry's answering mechanism.

"nothing……"

As he spoke, he hugged Goethe again, his tone became more gentle, and the expression on his face was just right, revealing the complexity again.

"I'm xxxx!"

With Goethe's character, at this moment, he couldn't help but swear.

He knows the bad taste of 'Mad King'.

But he didn't know that the 'Mad King''s bad taste could reach this level.

Is it interesting to keep insulting the masculine dignity of later generations?

Not some hell joke.

Do not!

It's more hell than a hell joke.

Obviously, Goethe's swearing triggered Jerry's answering mechanism again.

"Don't be like this, I know, you tried your best, and I feel it too, more than before..."

Goethe was furious.

Resisting the urge to push Jerry away, he swore secretly in his heart.

Be sure to throw the 'Mad King' into the cesspit.

Be sure to put 'Mad King'...wait for it!

Jerry's answering mechanism!

Suddenly, Goethe was taken aback.

What did he think of.

He turned around, looked at Jerry, picked up the 'Philosopher's Stone' again, and started a new attempt.

However, unlike before, this time Goethe no longer buried his head in hard work, but shouted in one step——

"Call Dad!"

"father!"

Jerry's answering mechanism then responded.

And with such an answer, a strange force spewed out from Jerry.

That power is like water.

But hotter than water.

More cloudy than water.

When it dripped, it etched a downward path straight into the floor.

As the person in charge of the 'Paradise Hotel', Goethe can be sure that there is absolutely no passage below the 'Paradise Hotel'.

"How did this channel appear?"

Goethe was puzzled and wanted to ask Jerry.

But at this moment, Jerry seemed to have lost all kinetic energy, lying flat in a daze.

Obviously, Jerry couldn't answer.

Then try it!

Gah!

The next moment, a [Level Blood Crow Spirit] rushed in.

Then, Goethe's face became strange.

Because, he saw an office.

An office with desks, bookshelves, sofas, etc., everything that he knows an office should have.

"This...is the 'principal's office'?"

Goethe stepped into it after confirming that there was no danger.

Behind the 'door' did not close.

Turning around, you can see Jerry lying on the sofa.

But the inexplicable sense of weirdness made Goethe couldn't help but spit.

"Bad taste."

Goethe said so, and walked towards the most conspicuous desk.

When he approached, an illusory voice sounded immediately.

"Hahaha, congratulations, my child."

"As my eldest son, you have indeed inherited everything from me!"

"Isn't it interesting?"

The corners of Goethe's mouth twitched in the frivolous voice with laughter.

Interesting xx!

Goethe swears in the bottom of his heart.

For the first time, Goethe did not feel the kindness of his hometown dialect in his heart.

There is only indescribable irritability.

It's like seeing shit-flavored chocolate.

"Jerry is a masterpiece I completed with the help of several 'roads'. Her existence far exceeds the remaining three puppets, or in other words, the remaining three puppets themselves are to cover up Jerry's existence."

"After all, that guy Sheard is getting bigger and bigger."

"So, I set up something a little more interesting, to bang him."

"I hope he finds his way back."

'Mad King' continued to speak, with a hint of loneliness in the playfulness in his tone.

Goethe couldn't help sighing.

There is no doubt that although the "mad king" in the early stage was full of all kinds of bad tastes, he was still a good person, at least he was kind and obeyed the bottom line of conscience.

Even though he had a premonition of 'betrayal', he still had good intentions.

Hope to use more gentle means to restore everything.

It's a pity that the 'mad king' at that time didn't know that the more he behaved like this, the more irreparable he would become.

Because, everyone will think that he is weak and deceptive.

Even, as long as the "mad king" is "a little stricter", his wife, lover, and descendants will not be killed by Sheld.

Of course, the 'mad king' should have known later.