Calamity Crown

The crows pecked.

The eagle wailed.

The transcendent who turned into an eagle with a human body is very strong.

Not only does it have all the abilities of an eagle, but it also possesses some extraordinary qualities. Even in the face of a large number of enemies, it can escape calmly.

However, the other party met Goethe.

Met Goethe who owned two hundred crows.

Quack, quack!

Black crows densely surrounded the Transcendent who had turned into an eagle, using their beaks on the top and claws on the bottom.

It's useless to allow extraordinary people to fight left and right.

finally--

"Ahhh!"

With a groan, the Transcendent fell from mid-air.

The opponent, who was already bloody and bloody, had his bones and tendons broken under the huge impact force.

The other party looked at Goethe standing in front of him with incredible eyes.

"You, you have already prepared?"

The other party questioned.

"Um."

Goethe readily admitted.

Facing the enemy, what truth is needed.

"Have you guessed all my layout?"

The other party continued to question.

Then, he found that Goethe looked at him as if he was looking at a fool.

No contempt or sarcasm.

But it surpasses all contempt and sarcasm.

"you?!"

The other party glared at Goethe, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and died directly.

The opponent's body began to decay rapidly.

By the time An and Xiusta ran over, they had already dried up like mummies.

call!

A gust of night wind blew, and the mummy was completely turned into fly ash.

"It's gone?"

This scene made Xiusta unable to hold back his tongue.

An frowned and looked at Goethe, his eyes full of doubts.

It seems to be asking Goethe why the enemy is like a fool.

"He was affected by power."

Goethe said truthfully.

This is not the first time that Goethe has seen a person affected by power, but compared to Morey, the influence of the other party has refreshed Goethe's cognition - the original Goethe thought that women's clothing was the limit.

Unexpectedly, he could become a fool.

Or a grumpy fool.

careful!

careful!

When facing the extraordinary power that cannot be mastered, you must be cautious!

Goethe told himself this in his heart.

And Xiusta came over.

"It was blood crow just now, wasn't it?"

the male policeman asked.

"Yeah?"

"I do not know."

"I don't know where there are so many crows, maybe it's a coincidence?"

Goethe flatly denied it.

Some things, once you lie at first, you must stick to it.

It's not deliberate deception, but some things, the less people know, the better.

Hum, buzz!

Throwing it on the car, Goethe's mobile phone suddenly vibrated.

It's a text message.

Joe Keir's.

'I'll wait for you at home. '

The other party said so in the text message.

Goethe frowned slightly.

...

Joe Keir sat on the sofa, and he didn't feel the emptiness of being revenged like other Avengers.

All this father had was peace.

He finally got justice for his son.

This calmed his heart.

Of course, there is also a trace of regret.

He originally hoped to use that special power to revive his son.

But, can't do it.

Even if the person who came to him on his own initiative and possessed special power promised him that he would resurrect his son, and promised to do it 100%, but his reason told him that the other party was deceiving.

After all, the appearance of the other party has no good intentions.

Of course, luck also exists.

As a human being, Joe Keir also took chances.

only……

The moment he saw his son's bones, the father woke up.

Kyle Jr. has already been hurt once by his negligence.

Absolutely can't be hurt a second time because of his luck.

At that moment, the father knew what to do.

"There's only one thing left!"

The father whispered to himself, looking in the direction of the door.

The door is open.

He could clearly see Goethe standing at the door.

Similarly, Goethe could also see the gray-haired and wrinkled Joe Keel sitting on the sofa.

The last time we met, although the other party was sloppy, he was a healthy middle-aged man.

And now?

It is the appearance of a pair of doom.

"I wanted to see you in a better state."

"But the current body..."

"It's very difficult to do something like that."

Joe Kell showed a wry smile, and then invited Goethe to come and sit down.

In front of the father stood a bottle of wine and two wine glasses.

Trembling, Joe Keel poured wine for himself and Goethe.

During the whole process, most of the wine was spilled.

But neither Goethe nor Joe Keel cared.

"Feel sorry."

Joe Keel picked up the wine glass as he spoke. In order not to spill any more wine, he leaned forward and moved his mouth close to it, but even so, the wine still couldn't stop dripping on the floor superior.

"Cough, cough cough."

After drinking the strong alcohol, the father began to cough violently.

Then, there was a big gasp.

It's like a broken blower.

After more than ten seconds, it stopped.

An unnatural blush appeared on the father's face. He picked up the book that had been placed beside him and handed it to Goethe.

"This is the 'bait' given to me by the guy who took the initiative to find me."

"And the guy who was killed by you, the way he gained power is also on it-although I don't want to say that, but that guy really looks like a fool."

"However, the guy standing behind him, you have to be careful."

"That guy is very cautious. I have never seen his real face. His voice should be that of a man, but he does not rule out disguise, but one thing I can be sure of is that he is testing you and looking for your weaknesses."

The father spoke very quickly.

After speaking, he supported the armrest of the sofa with his hands and stood up.

"It's really troublesome for you."

"This book and the news just now can be regarded as compensation."

"And the promise I made to you before, including this house, is also considered compensation."

The father walked behind the sofa while talking.

There is a coffin there.

The coffin containing little Keir.

The father reached out to touch the coffin, took a deep breath, turned his head, and smiled at Goethe.

"Thanks."

After the words of thanks, the father's face quickly turned gray.

He knelt down slowly, lying quietly on the coffin, gradually losing his breath.

Tiny vines spread out from the father's body, wrapping the father and the coffin like cicada chrysalis, and then slid straight down towards the hole dug long ago.

The mud surged.

The ground trembled slightly.

After ten seconds, everything returned to normal.

In the empty room, only Goethe was left sitting there.

He looked at the wine glass in front of him.

The next moment, he picked up the wine glass in front of him.

Drank it down.

Holding the book, Goethe turned and left.

This place does not belong to him.

Forever belonged to the Keir father and son.

door.

Squeak.

closed.

...

a week later.

Inside the Institute of Folklore.

"It is reported that Geite, Jenny and Ayman who were rescued a week ago suddenly suffered from a strange illness and have been sent to the hospital for treatment, but the treatment effect is not optimistic. The patients are not only suffering great pain, but their lives are in danger!"

On TV, the host broadcasts the news.

"Hmph, these three guys deserve it!"

Math teacher Judy raised her eyebrows and snorted coldly.

A week ago, after the second video was broadcast, most people in Star City hated the three of them as much as the math teacher.

After all, no one can accept a guy who beats someone to death because he can't force Fei Yezi to succeed.

"Why did such a guy get an acceptance letter from a university?"

"Who wrote their letters of recommendation?"

"I want to apply for a review by the Board of Education!"

Teacher Judy said indignantly.

"The usual disguise will be completely exposed because of jealousy."

"In their eyes, Little Keyer is too good."

"So good that they can't wait to destroy each other."

Goethe on the side remained calm.

Where there is light, there is shadow.

The brighter the light, the deeper the shadows.

Especially when a certain aspect of human nature is exposed, it is completely like the sun and cannot be looked directly at.

Teacher Judy looked at Goethe and blinked.

It seemed a little surprised that Goethe was able to say such words.

The math teacher sighed.

"If only you could have such a deep understanding of mathematics."

As he said that, the math teacher took out the test paper of the last separate test.

Marked with a red pen above: 6 points.

100 points out of 100.

"Why are all the questions wrong except the first multiple-choice question?!"

"You clearly promised me to study hard!"

Teacher Zhu Di couldn't help raising her tone.

Goethe smiled wryly—although he studied hard this week, but... he didn't learn it!

As a last resort, he also used divination methods.

But who would have thought that mathematics and even divination can't handle it!

The first question is not counted, he will answer that question and get C.

For the following questions, the divination was all wrong.

"I will study harder!"

Goethe promised Teacher Zhu Di.

After swearing and swearing to use all of them, Teacher Zhu Di calmed down and started to explain the exercises for Goethe.

After two hours, the explanation ended.

Goethe woke up immediately, got up quickly, took out a bottle of ice water from the refrigerator, and handed it to the math teacher.

"Goethe, why did you suddenly buy so many things?"

Pointing to the extra TVs, air conditioners, refrigerators, microwave ovens and other home appliances in the 'Folk Customs Research Institute', the math teacher looked at Goethe suspiciously.

"I'm a 'folklorist', and if I help people solve some problems, the pay is pretty good."

"As you know, recently I have gained quite a reputation, and more people come to me to solve problems."

Goethe explained.

In fact, on the second day of that incident, a lawyer entrusted by Joe Keier handed over all the properties under Joe Keir's name to Goethe.

After paying the necessary taxes, Goethe entrusted the lawyer to use part of the money to set up a fund to repair and maintain the house where Joe and Kier lived.

The remaining part of the money was used to buy 'news' related to George.

The last small part, although not too much, is enough to improve life.

"That's right!"

"However, study first."

"'Folklorist' is still... a bit too dangerous."

Teacher Judy exhorted.

The math teacher had heard a lot about Goethe as a 'folklorist'.

Except in the second video tape, that poor Mr. Joe Keel mentioned that it was Goethe's divination by the 'folklorist' who let him know the truth of the matter, there have been many rumors about Goethe recently .

Divination to find objects and people.

Deal with some troubles that ordinary people can't do anything about.

However, the most curious one is 'Master Hachichi'.

"Goethe, how did you deal with Hachisha-sama?"

"I heard that she is terrifyingly tall, and anyone who sees her will be confused, and then die!"

The math teacher looked at his students curiously.

"Strong will."

"High fighting spirit."

"Strong body."

Goethe sat up straight, talking about the facts as if reminiscing and savoring.

Then, he got up and walked to the door.

A few seconds after the door opened, footsteps sounded in the corridor.

Soon, Clifford, whose head was still wrapped in gauze, came in with a licking smile.

The professional liar glanced at Teacher Judy, and said in a low voice——

"There is news!"