Calamity Crown

Keeper?

Goethe chanted this word he heard for the first time, and kept it firmly in his heart.

Then, he asked directly.

"Insufficient talent, or people without talent can use 'supernatural power'?"

Goethe asked this question before.

In the face of this repeated question, Morey's answer is still affirmative.

However, it is more detailed.

"certainly!"

"It's just that it takes a lot of time and energy, and even endures extreme pain, and then... you will find that the gains and efforts are completely out of proportion!"

"People without talent, even after being 'baptized', will only be a little stronger and faster than ordinary people, and with the same time and energy, if you invest in it, you will gain more."

"That's why, after confirming that they have no talent, most of the 'apprentice keepers' going to the headquarters will be incorporated into the support or logistics of the action team."

Speaking of this, Morey glanced at Goethe who was frowning and said nothing, and continued.

"As a matter of fact, many "apprentice secret keepers" who have no talent or insufficient talent are not reconciled. They have all tried, and then some of them have recognized the reality, and some of them..."

"What's wrong?"

Goethe asked along the way.

"died!"

Morey said in a low voice.

Suddenly, Goethe narrowed his eyes.

By this time, Goethe believed that Morey would not deceive him.

But judging from the information in front of him, obtaining extraordinary power is more difficult and dangerous than he imagined!

And, more importantly...

There is a high probability that he has no talent!

Involuntarily, Goethe looked at [Heart] in the attribute column!

The huge 0 is particularly dazzling at this time.

Intuition tells Goethe that [Xin] has a close relationship with 'Supermanence'.

If so, it really sucks!

Goethe frowned even tighter.

Seeing this scene, Morey immediately comforted him.

"The world is not fair."

"Even if it seems fair, there is a hidden price tag."

"So we just have to be ourselves!"

"and……"

"I like you!"

Morey patted Goethe on the shoulder hard, smiled, and said, "You give me a very special feeling, and this feeling can only be found in those who have 'talent'."

"So, just relax for now!"

"After all, you're about to have a rather long and dangerous time ahead."

"The 'Secret Keeper' apprenticeship?"

Goethe immediately guessed what Morey was talking about.

As for the special feeling Morey mentioned?

He defaults to it as comfort.

"Um."

"A 'probationary period' in which a guide is injured and cannot provide immediate support is far more dangerous than imagined!"

Morey emphasized.

Then, before Goethe could speak, Morey added.

"However, because of this, your weekly salary is 4 gold grams, and you will be reimbursed 50 gold grams every month. At the same time, I will find a teacher for you to learn the 'extraordinary language' - Kyle will with you."

"It's the same age you met at the Black Sail Security Company this morning."

"He's a nice young man, like you."

good?

Goethe recalled the young man's indifference and hostility this morning, and couldn't help curling his lips.

On the other hand, Morey continued to exhort, as if he didn't see it.

"I need to recuperate for about a month. In the next month, you and Kyle will be in charge of the 'special case' that happened in Lust."

"If something can't be dealt with, publish a cat-hunting revelation in the "Lust Daily" that day - looking for a pure black, seven-year-old cat, the reward is 1 gold gram, 11 silver rope and 7 copper horns, And signed 'xyz'."

"When I see it, I will take the initiative to look for you."

"Do you still have any questions?"

After speaking, Morey looked at Goethe.

"Do you need us to check the lair of the 'Mist Killer' again?"

Goethe asked.

Immediately, a smile appeared on Morey's face.

Appreciation appeared in the eyes of this Luster official in charge of extraordinary.

"At No. 32, Little Durian Street."

As the other party spoke, he walked to the window and pushed it open.

But before going out through the window, the other party suddenly remembered something and said another sentence.

"Remember to go to Mrs. Burns at '10 Favre Street' at three o'clock in the afternoon from tomorrow, she will teach you 'supernatural language', don't be late!"

After finishing speaking, the other party jumped out of the window.

By the time Goethe rushed to the window, Morey was no longer in the night.

You know, this is the 8th floor!

And Morey was injured!

But even so, he still did something that ordinary people couldn't do at all!

"Is this the power of 'extraordinary'?"

Goethe murmured in a low voice.

I have more yearning for this power in my heart.

Even though he probably has no talent.

It is not Goethe's style to give up without trying.

Moreover, even if it fails, Goethe still has a hole card...

【Bloody Honor】!

Even if he can't obtain extraordinary power, it can still allow him to protect himself at this stage!

Goethe glanced at the remaining [Bloody Honor], immediately picked up his jacket, checked the two revolvers, bullets and the dagger stuck in his trouser legs, and then walked downstairs.

He is going to No. 32, Little Durian Street.

I just asked Morey about the lair of 'Mist in the Fog', but it's not that Goethe loves and works hard, but that Goethe wants to find more [Blood Honor], and what better place is there than the lair of 'Murder in the Fog' .

Even Goethe was ready to see his "dead body" there.

And when Goethe arrived at No. 32 Little Durian Street in the carriage of Pine Nut Hotel, he was surprised to find that Swart was already there.

The sheriff didn't look too happy at this time, with a sullen face and gauze wrapped around his head.

When he saw Goethe coming to ask, he forced a smile on that gloomy face.

"Hi, Goethe."

The other party said hello.

After Goethe nodded, he looked at the gauze.

Suddenly, the sheriff sighed.

"I didn't see Ms. Shira, and I was knocked out as soon as I entered the room. When I woke up, I was woken up by my own people. They said you asked them to rescue me."

The sheriff said regretfully.

"What luck!"

Goethe couldn't help sighing as he looked at Swarte, who completely forgot about the risk he might take because of the existence of Ms. Shira.

In his original guess, there is a high probability that Swart is gone.

Even if he is alive, he is at least seriously injured. Where is it like now, it is just scratched.

But Swart didn't notice Goethe's exclamation at all, and he continued talking.

"Then, the police station just sent an order, asking me to cooperate with you and that Kyle in special cases."

Swart looked at Goethe questioningly.

As for doubts?

Swarte, who was not stupid, would not be puzzled, and naturally guessed what happened between Goethe and Morey.

And him?

Just need to cooperate.

But Goethe was surprised by Morey's speed.

"perhaps……"

"Morey should have arranged everything before meeting me."

After reacting, Goethe was slightly startled, and then returned to normal.

Morey's approach did not displease Goethe.

Because, the more the other party is like this, the more it shows the firmness of the 'cooperation' between the two parties.

This is what Goethe wanted.

At least……

That's it for now.

Facing Swarte, who already roughly understood, Goethe didn't explain further.

His attention was completely on No. 32 Xiaodulian Street in front of him.

It is only one block away from Durian Street.

The prosperity of Durian Street can also be seen here.

However, unlike the rich nightlife on Durian Street, it should be very lively during the day, with shops lined up next to each other, neat stone floors in front of the doors, and towering gas street lamps.

But at this time, the cast railway lights of No. 32 had already been bent over 90 degrees, and the whole No. 32 was in dilapidated condition. The signboard of "Beard Grocery Store" was broken into three sections, half of the second floor collapsed, and the first floor was full of damaged pits. It was like throwing two angry bulls into the hole, tossing for a day and a night.

In the house, blood can be seen everywhere, and five corpses are stumbling around along with the scattered goods.

Goethe stepped in.

First, he looked around carefully, and then he squatted down to check the five corpses.

Then Goethe looked up again and looked around.

The next moment, Goethe frowned.

Something is wrong!

PS The editor of Feilong suggested that Feilong change one chapter each in the morning and afternoon to two consecutive changes in the morning, and listen to people's persuasion to eat enough, so there will be another chapter soon~