Calamity Crown

Pentel, who was held by the long sword around his neck, didn't feel nervous at all.

Instead, the collector is smiling.

"Mr. Zachary, if this is a joke, I can pretend it never happened."

The other party said so.

"yes."

"Of course you can pretend nothing happened. After all, at least two snipers were targeting me."

"Once I put down the long sword..."

"Should be headshot right away?"

As Zachary said, he leaned sideways behind Pentel, and held him hostage to hide behind the bronze cannon.

And at this moment——

Boom, boom!

The sound of an explosion came faintly.

The ground trembled slightly.

"The previous team of armed forces!"

Goethe instantly understood what Zachary was.

The inside should be combined with the outside.

Trapped Pentel by the opponent.

Then the armed forces from outside broke into the manor.

As for why such a thing happened when he came?

Absolutely not because he is a calamity or something.

It is simply because of the design of the behind-the-scenes layout.

And at this moment, the visitor shouted at Goethe.

"Goethe Winchester, I have no ill intentions towards you."

"I'm only here for Pentel."

"So, you just stand in the corner and keep quiet."

Facing such words, Goethe cooperated very much, and walked to the corner with his hands raised high.

"Mr. Winchester was very cooperative."

"I hope you, Mr. Pentel, can also cooperate with me... um!"

puff!

Before Zachary finished speaking, he stopped suddenly, as if a mouthful of thick phlegm was stuck in his throat. Then, Goethe saw that Zachary's body with his throat slit fell to the floor. superior.

And Pentel stood up.

The opponent held a small knife in his hand, and his body was covered with blood.

Some helplessly looked at the blood on his body.

The collector sighed.

"Don't worry, Mr. Goethe Winchester, a little accident happened."

As the collector spoke, he walked towards Goethe.

There was a murderous intent in his eyes.

There is no doubt that the other party is going to kill Goethe.

Pentel is very aware of some things about himself, even though he has been cleansing them all these years, he still can't clean them up thoroughly, especially after the death of his 'best friend' city councilor a while ago, it became even more troublesome stand up.

He lacks allies.

An ally who shields him from all odds.

Just as he would offer that ally some help from time to time.

"Did you tell Barry about 'Blood Crow'?"

"Although I don't know what it is, my best friend was very upset at the time."

"He wanted someone to get rid of you, and I was that candidate—of course, with his death, this matter was shelved indefinitely."

"But fate is so strange."

"You appeared in front of me again, and you just happened to encounter such a thing."

As the other party said this, the two snipers hidden in the ceiling appeared openly.

Two guns were pointed at Goethe, who shook his head and sighed.

"I need to solve the immediate trouble faster."

"Then, get out of here quickly."

"So, sorry!"

After speaking, the other party was ready to start.

Goethe smiled, and said slowly——

"It's okay, pay attention in the next life"

Pentel was taken aback.

Before the collector and the two snipers could react, they felt that Goethe's eyes became extremely deep, and they fell into it unconsciously.

When they woke up, they were standing on a wilderness.

Then……

hold head high!

A huge figure flew over their heads.

The scorching flames burned their bodies.

excruciating pain.

fear.

When they came together, there was only one thought left!

Dragon!

The hallucination disappeared as the three of them fell to the ground unconscious.

Facing people who have no [heart], [Desperate Gaze] is so easy to use.

Goethe raised his hand and pulled out a pistol from a sniper's waist, and fired several shots at the three people on the ground.

Now that I said it, let the other party pay attention in the next life.

As a man, Goethe naturally followed his word.

After confirming that all three were dead, Goethe did not leave immediately, but searched the entire collection for any [Blood Honor] that slipped through the net.

As for the battle on the ground?

He is not worried.

【Spirit of Raven】Help him watch the audience.

He keeps abreast of all the movements above.

At the same time, Goethe also understood what the behind-the-scenes planner wanted to do.

It is nothing more than the lack of the 'crow', how should he face modern firearms head-on.

"The 'secret realm' in front of me is even more declining than imagined."

"Whether it's an extraordinary person or an ordinary person, firearms have already become lethal weapons."

Except for the idiot whose brain was dominated by 'power' before, the transcendents in the 'secret realm' in front of them have already hidden themselves. They are no longer the leader of the world, nor can they become advisors to those in power. They can only survive in the corner.

But even so, the special power still makes them pretentious!

Even, fighting openly and secretly!

Goethe will never forget, how was he targeted?

Because, 'his' adoptive father, Winchester!

Although he didn't know what his adoptive father had done, Goethe knew that his adoptive father was most likely also a transcendent—a transcendent disguised as a 'folklorist'.

It should also be a very powerful one, otherwise it is impossible to wait until the adoptive father 'him' disappears, and those who have grudges dare to move around.

Even, layout again and again.

He didn't dare to show up until the last moment.

Just like this time, if he died?

That is of course the end of it.

If not dead?

That would target the layout again.

Therefore, under such a premise, the corpses of Pentel and the two snipers became important objects of investigation by the other party.

Thinking of this, Goethe narrowed his eyes.

He doesn't like being beaten all the time.

He prefers to be proactive.

However, that's for later.

Now?

Naturally, it is to look for the [Bloody Honor] that may be missed!

And the end result is delightful.

Goethe had his harvest on an extremely long spear.

[Assassin's Spear: As an assassin, the most important thing is to be cautious and patient. You may not have superb martial arts skills, or you may not know the formula of poisons, but you must not be cautious and patient, which will make you an arrow in the knee Guard; its holder possesses caution, patience and... patience far beyond ordinary people! Lurking in the castle, waiting for the descendants of 'George' to go to the toilet, stabbing upwards with a spear...]

[Get bloody honor x1]

...

Seeing this gaze, Goethe's face became weird.

"There is such an assassin?"

"What should I do if my face is blurred by the fallen big X?"

"Is this the other party's patience?"

Goethe couldn't help frowning.

It was an accident, but also a little uncomfortable—although I knew that after years of cleaning, there would no longer be any foreign matter on the spear, but I couldn't help but wipe my hands with the alcohol I carried with me.

At this time, the battle on the ground has come to an end.

The manor caretaker relied on the terrain advantage to win.

But it was just a miserable victory.

Many people died, and the few remaining people were all wounded.

The attackers were not wiped out.

Also ran two.

more importantly--

The siren is sounding!

A dozen police cars appeared on that road.

The guards of the manor quickly evacuated after repeatedly calling Pentel to no avail.

There is no doubt that the background of these people is absolutely not clean.

Coupled with Pentel's words before, Goethe already had some guesses.

There is a high probability that it was half of his peers.

Killer!

"Quit the so-called business circle and become active as a collector?"

"It should be active as a killer manager under the name of a collector, right?"

Goethe muttered to himself and began to walk upwards.

Ann, who had already controlled the entire Pentelle Manor, looked at Goethe who came out unharmed, couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, and then returned to normal.

Shusta on the side looked at Goethe strangely.

"What's wrong?"

Goethe asked in surprise.

"Goethe, do you find it strange?"

"Why do accidents happen wherever you go?"

"It's like..."

Xiusta didn't finish his words, but swallowed them back under An Bing's cold gaze.

Goethe certainly knew what the other party wanted to say.

'Catastrophe'!

This is what the other party wants to say.

However, Goethe would not admit it.

"I just heard the screams of the dead."

"That's why I came here listening to the voice."

"It's not that I appeared, that there was a disaster,"

"It's the victims of the disaster, I hope I will appear here."

Goethe explained.

Xiusta was dubious.

Garifa, who was examining the corpse, didn't believe it at all. The forensic doctor firmly believed that Goethe was a "disaster". Otherwise, why would Clifford, who was traveling with Goethe, be injured again?

This time it was more serious than last time.

At least half a year in the hospital.

There may be serious sequelae.

"Don't disturb Ann!"

The female forensic doctor prayed.

But different from the two of them, those reporters who followed him, who were sharper than a dog's nose, believed them all.

At least, superficially.

"Mr. Winchester, why do you say that there are wailing of the dead here?"

"Mr. Winchester, did you see something?"

...

Facing the reporter's questioning, Goethe maintained a level of indifference.

"Go and see the dirt in the forest outside, it's full of blood."

"And those executioners who escaped..."

"They deserve to be punished!"

As Goethe said, he closed his eyes.

Then, it suddenly pointed in one direction.

"here!"

"Have a sinful soul!"

Goethe said loudly.

The designated action is faster.

"here!"

"There are also here!"

"And here!"

Goethe quickly pointed out the directions of the escaped manor guards and attackers.

Ann quickly sent someone to pursue him.

Certainly not divination.

Divination cannot be so accurate.

But the crow guides the way.

However, in the face of reporters' inquiries, Goethe was serious nonsense.

"This is 'Spiritual Vision'!"

As Goethe said, he refused to answer any questions from the reporters and walked aside.

And with the capture of those manor guards and attackers, Goethe believed that his recognition would increase again.

How is this a win-win situation!

Obviously a triple win!

He won three times!

next?

He naturally wants to win four!

After all, [Steinbeck Breathing Method] improvement does not only require [Bloody Honor].

Still need money!

And will the lair of the killer agent be short of money?

The answer is naturally obvious.

Taking advantage of a large number of people to hunt down the manor guards and attackers, Goethe quickly walked into Pentel's living room with the help of the crow's previous detection.

Relying on his previous professional knowledge, he easily found the secret room that Goethe thought was rather outdated.

The secret room is hidden behind the bookshelf.

Access also requires only moving a book.

As the secret room opened, looking at the piles of cash in the secret room, Goethe said without hesitation——

"[Blood Honor] Improve [Steinbeck Breathing Method]!"