Calamity Crown

It looks a little cold.

Hair up.

Get used to wearing a white coat.

Goethe thought about the characteristics of Camilla that Estred told, and quickly confirmed the doctor's identity.

However, Goethe didn't immediately walk over to inform the other party of his intentions.

Instead, he walked towards a corner of the 'clinic' hall.

There is a looter there.

The Marauder, who had lost an arm, was sitting in a corner thinking about what to do after himself-the original team would definitely not be able to go back, and the team could not raise a cripple.

And to install a mechanical arm is not something he can afford.

really……

Can I just be a trash guy?

The predator was filled with despair at the thought that he was about to become a precarious trashman.

So much so that when Goethe walked in, he didn't notice it.

The predator didn't raise his head until the surrounding atmosphere was not right.

Then--

"Master Clown!"

The Marauder exclaimed and jumped to his feet.

"Shh, be quiet."

"Can I see your weapon?"

Goethe asked with a smile.

"Of course!"

The predator nodded again and again, and then took out all the weapons on his body, including a homemade iron pipe pistol, a dagger, two sticks of explosives, and a rusty machete.

Goethe looked at the other party's terrified appearance, and felt a little abnormal.

Although when he decided to enter the 'clinic', Goethe asked [Spirit of the Blood Raven] to inquire about it, and there were naturally rumors about him, but Goethe didn't care.

It wasn't until he actually appeared that he suddenly discovered that these guys seemed to be serious.

Really think of him as the rumored villain.

Moreover, while fearing him, he was extremely...worshiping.

The kind of worship of the strong produced by the law of the jungle!

It's like a bunch of people with Stockholm Syndrome.

Just like the predator in front of him.

Goethe could clearly see the heat in the opponent's eyes.

However, this does not prevent Goethe from touching these weapons one by one.

In the end, he picked up his original target: the rusty thick-backed machete.

[Thick-backed machete (rusty): As a once-sharp weapon, it was deeply loved by the original owner. The other party used it to obtain food, money and houses, until it was shot down by the descendants of the 'prophet', and the This thick-backed machete also became the trophy of the descendant of the 'prophet'. After the descendant of the 'prophet' who didn't know his identity cut off the original owner's head with it, it was accidentally scratched by the rusty blade palm...]

[Get bloody honor x1]

...

Sure enough, it is here!

According to the divination just now, after Goethe confirmed that [Blood Honor] was nearby, he immediately narrowed down the scope again.

'Clinic'!

This answer surprised Goethe.

It also made Goethe very happy.

The result of the divination was correct, which also proved that his previous guess was correct.

The blood left by the 'mad king' in the world in front of him is not just the three in the 'Doomsday Fortress' who are strung together and placed at the top.

The opponent has more blood descendants left behind.

Even those descendants are dead.

But it was enough for Goethe.

He will definitely be able to obtain more [Blood Honor].

For example: the thick-backed machete in front of me.

However, Goethe, who put the machete back into the opponent's hand, did not turn around and leave immediately.

He is too conspicuous at the moment.

It would be too suspicious to just turn around and leave.

Although there is a high probability that the drug-addicted predators around him will not guess anything, but it will make the doctors and nurses suspicious.

Even if Goethe can explain it, once the seeds of doubt are planted, it is difficult to remove them.

What's more, his 'doctor in charge' is not so easy to fool.

Therefore, Goethe needs to make everything reasonable, and... let the doctor admit that he is 'the same kind'!

next moment--

"Very nice weapon!"

"I think it should be extremely sharp at the beginning, but after lack of sharpening, it gets rusty!"

"Just like you at this moment..."

"Do you also want to be such a blunt knife?"

Goethe, who was admiring, suddenly changed the topic and looked at the predator who was missing an arm.

"me……"

The Predator was bewildered.

"You lose an arm, you give up."

"But why don't you think about it, did those guys who made you lose your arm give up?"

"Do you have to start to regret why you gave up in the first place after you really lost everything and started picking up trash?"

Goethe looked at the other party, picked up the thick-backed machete again, and turned it lightly.

"And the guys who made you lose your arm?"

"They ate steak and drank red wine, and talked a lot, but they didn't have a word about you-because you are no longer worth mentioning."

"You have long been forgotten."

"Even, you are dead."

"He didn't die on the battlefield where he could fight for a way out, but died in a corner without a name. Maybe he would become the ration of those mutated creatures."

"Is this the result you want?"

Goethe looked into the other's eyes.

"No!"

"This is not what I want!"

"I don't want this result!"

The predator shook his head, the anger and the medicine remaining in the opponent's body made the opponent's cheeks flush, and even the eyes began to turn red.

Goethe laughed.

The corner of the split mouth revealed a ferocious smile.

He returned the thick-backed machete in his hand to the opponent.

"Then what are you waiting for?"

As Goethe said, he jumped onto the front desk of the 'clinic'. He looked at the other disabled predators in the 'clinic', and shouted loudly——

"What are you waiting for?"

"Waiting for death to come?"

"Haven't you guys tried it?"

"When you started the war with the 'Doomsday Fortress', you already had such preparations, but now? You have retreated again, which makes your previous bravery worthless!"

"It will also make your lives worthless!"

"You are injured, you are disabled."

"But you are not dead yet!"

"Then why don't you try again?"

"You have guns and knives in your hands, and you are familiar with the current situation of the war!"

"And, you can unite!"

"go Go!"

"Go and try again!"

"Go and get back what you deserve!"

"Hey ha ha ha ha!"

After the shouts, there were bursts of wild laughter.

And such wild laughter seems to have given these disabled predators 'new life'. These predators who were already wandering in despair and at a loss made a decision.

The predator who was the first to talk to Goethe packed his equipment and walked out of the clinic. The other party said as he walked.

"Anyone want to join me?"

"I!"

"Count me in!"

"And I!"

One by one the predators followed.

The immobilized Marauders also struggled to their feet.

They feel the 'opportunity'!

A chance to turn around!

The crippled marauders set off, returning to battle.

Goethe's crazy laughter echoed in the 'clinic'.

The nurses turned pale with fright.

Camila was short of breath and had to take several deep breaths before recovering.

She hesitated for a moment, and walked over to Goethe.

"Mr. Clown, please don't hinder me from treating patients and leave my clinic."

The doctor said so.

His eyes were full of vigilance.

She wants to keep herself safe.

A scalpel has appeared in her hand.

Two 'Defender' robots have picked up the minigun.

But to Camila's surprise, Goethe didn't do anything drastic. Instead, he took off his jacket in front of her, revealing the hideous wound on his abdomen.

"My intestines fell out, I stuffed it back in, I sewed the stomach up, but they didn't grow back together."

As Goethe spoke, he gestured with his hands on his abdomen.

The calm tone and serious expression revealed more madness.

This time, even Camilla couldn't take it anymore.

The doctor took a step back.

Goethe jumped off the bar and walked towards the other party.

"Don't come here!"

A scalpel appeared in Camilla's hand.

"Do you want to operate on me right away?"

"I'm going to lie here?"

"Or here?"

Goethe pointed to the table at the front desk with a playful smile, and pointed to the chair beside him.

"Give me a ward!"

"I don't want number 13."

"I hate that number."

"I want to go to number 6, that's a good number."

Goethe's seemingly casual words made Camila's knuckles holding the scalpel turn white.

Seen through?

When did he find out?

The uncertainty in her heart made Camilla even more afraid to act rashly.

Listening to Camilla's heartbeat, Goethe heaved a sigh of relief.

It should be done!

After using [Spirit of the Blood Raven] to investigate the entire 'clinic' and discover some of the little secrets, Goethe completely gave up his plan to tell Camila that he was introduced by Astrid.

Because it is not safe.

Camilla is obviously far beyond the description of Astrid.

That level of danger is much, much higher than that.

Unlike the superficial madness of others in the wasteland.

The doctor Camila is crazy in his bones.

Otherwise, while chopping up those bastards, there would be such excitement in his eyes, and bursts of happy laughter from his mouth.

Goethe didn't feel at ease handing himself over to such an opponent.

Who knows what terrible things will happen.

But he does need a doctor.

As for finding another doctor?

Goethe couldn't guarantee that those doctors were normal either.

Or safer than Camilla.

At least Camila still has a trace of reason in her madness, and she has her own bottom line.

The remaining guys may not necessarily have done anything for fame or money.

His current 'clown' head must have many people staring at him.

So, he chose Camilla.

So here comes the problem!

Question: If you want a lunatic to help you sincerely, what should you do?

Almost instantly, the answer appeared in Goethe's mind.

become the same as the other.

Moreover, they are even crazier than the other party.

From the current point of view, Goethe is doing well.

In room 6, the nurse brought the sedative.

"unnecessary."

Goethe refused.

Camila waved her hand, motioning for the nurse to take the sedative, and directly cut through the sutures with a scalpel, and Goethe's abdomen was completely opened.

The doctor glanced at Goethe.

It was found that Goethe was lying there so peacefully, humming an unknown tune.

Even when she took out the other person's intestines and sewed them up, there was no slight change.

Trembling, not hands.

It is the heart that is trembling.

Camilla held Goethe's intestines in her hand and asked suddenly.

"Why did you do that?"

Goethe, who had been enduring the pain and pretending to be fine, almost cursed.

However, I didn't dare.

His intestines were being held up by the other party.

Goethe, whose mind was spinning rapidly, stuck out his tongue, licked the cracked corner of his mouth, and said in that unique voice.

"Because creating a little commotion, breaking the original order, and making everything chaotic - will make everything fair!"

"fair?"

Camilla murmured, her hands slightly paused.

Goethe was terrified, and Camilla continued to ask.

"Are you crazy because of fairness?"

"no no."

"You see, madness is like gravity, sometimes all it takes is a nudge."

Goethe spread his hands and looked at Camilla with sincerity.

"A push?"

"Crazy will be born?"

"Crazy will attract each other?"

Camilla continued to whisper.

There was obviously something wrong with this appearance.

But to Goethe's long sigh of relief, the other party didn't ask any more questions, and the stitching speed accelerated.

When it was all over, the doctor left.

The nurse brought in the needles.

In other words, after placing the two healing needles two meters away from Goethe's feet, he ran out.

Goethe checked it and confirmed that it was a real healing needle.

The moment he raised his hand to inject, Goethe felt that he was recovering faster.

Health, coming soon.

This is something that would make Goethe happy.

But sometimes, there are always some people who will spoil the fun.

Outside the 'clinic', three 'towns' in the shape of sailboats quickly approached and immediately surrounded the 'clinic'.