Chapter 72: The Ambush!

Andy was dumbfounded.

The young man originally thought it was exaggerated enough that three out of the four people he met were scammers. But what he didn't expect was that the last one, in whom he had placed high hopes, was also a scammer.

And moreover...

It seemed that this person was the leader of the four.

"Open the door, let us go, and we'll pretend none of this ever happened!"

The silent man pointed a gun at Andy as he spoke.

"Hahaha!"

Andy laughed loudly, his laughter so intense that he doubled over, tears streaming from his eyes.

At this moment, the young man's demeanor was even more frantic than before.

Although Andy was acting at this time, there was some truth in it—he was laughing at his own ignorance.

Of course, he was also at a loss.

The four people he invited were all scammers, which completely derailed his plan.

Now he had no options left.

The only consolation was that he still had someone to rely on.

"Aren't you afraid of dying?"

The burly middle-aged man shouted, his fierce exterior betraying his inner fear.

The bomb would explode in five minutes!

This man hadn't forgotten.

In fact, the remaining three hadn't forgotten either.

"Stop hesitating, kill him!"

The old man said ruthlessly.

The previously silent man looked at Andy and spoke again.

"I'll say it one more time, let us go, or else... we all die together!"

As he spoke, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"Come on then!"

Andy stopped laughing, looked at the man, and walked straight towards him.

Anyway, since he didn't know what to do anymore, he decided to leave everything to Lord Maple.

Surely, the lord wouldn't disappoint him.

With this firm belief, the young man showed no fear.

This attitude made the four scammers completely convinced that the young man had gone mad.

"Damn it!"

"I told you before, the text in that book is cursed!"

"We shouldn't have gotten involved in anything related to that book!"

The woman in the group of scammers screamed in despair as she faced death.

"Hmph, but when it came to dividing the money, you insisted on taking the biggest share, after all, you were the one who managed to scam that book from that fallen noble," the old man sneered.

"You agreed to the plan!"

"And you said this guy was a fool, easy to deceive!"

"So why has it come to this?"

The burly middle-aged man turned his anger on the old man.

Faced with the threat of death, three of the scammers started arguing among themselves.

"Stop fighting!"

The leader shouted, then looked at Andy again.

"You forced my hand!"

As he finished speaking, he was about to pull the trigger.

But a hand moved faster.

Just as his finger was about to pull the trigger, a hand pressed down on the revolver's cylinder, preventing it from rotating.

The leader of the scammers was stunned and instinctively tried to pull the trigger, but it felt like it was welded shut—the cylinder wouldn't budge. Then... nothing. The intense pain from his groin caused the leader to collapse.

Next were the burly middle-aged man and the old man.

The three of them were kneeling in the same position, covering their crotches, with their heads pressed to the ground.

The lady received preferential treatment from Goethe: she was knocked out with a raised hand.

The fight ended almost instantly.

"Lord Mapel."

The young man looked at Goethe, who was bent over, cleaning up the battlefield, wanting to say something but not knowing where to begin.

Andinan had always believed he was a smart person.

And smart people are often quite arrogant.

But reality had just given him a harsh slap, making him realize how foolish his so-called intelligence was.

The young man even began to doubt his life.

However, Goethe paid no further attention to Andinan.

Without a doubt, everything in front of him was a farce.

But it wasn't without its rewards. Goethe had clearly heard what the group of four swindlers said.

A book!

A book containing the language of Tufu!

As for the book being cursed?

Obviously, it should be a form of protection.

Goethe was quite confident about this.

After all, if there really was a curse, the four swindlers in front of him wouldn't be in such high spirits attending tonight's gathering—Goethe had seen extraordinary power before.

So, he was very aware of the terror it could bring!

Finally, Goethe used his gloved hand to take the book out of the leader of the swindler group’s coat. During this process, the leader tried to resist, but Goethe kicked him again, making him completely compliant.

The book was only palm-sized.

It had a brown cover and was tied with a string.

The pages inside had long since yellowed, indicating its age.

However, none of this mattered.

What mattered was that when Goethe touched the book, words immediately appeared before his eyes—

[Discovered Secret Art ‘Gaze of Despair,’ Judging...]

[Possessing the ‘Heart’ attribute, Judgement Passed!]

[Not proficient in ‘Tufu Language (Basic),’ Judgement Failed!]

[Judgement Failed, Unable to Use ‘Bloody Honor’ to Learn!]

...

"Secret Art!"

A look of joy appeared in Goethe's eyes.

Even though the subsequent judgment had failed, it didn't dampen his happiness.

Because he finally had a reward, proving that the ‘Mystic Realm’ in front of him contained the extraordinary.

Moreover, it proved that even with ‘Secret Arts,’ as long as the conditions were met, [Bloody Honor] could still be used to learn them quickly.

Of course, it also proved his previous speculation: the attribute [Heart] was closely related to the extraordinary.

Goethe took a deep breath and looked at the [Tufu Language] that he had not yet mastered.

This time, Goethe didn't hesitate.

He chose to learn it.

Unlike before when he could learn from Mrs. Penns, he no longer had such a teacher, and even if he returned to Lust, he still wouldn't have the opportunity to learn.

And in the days to come, dealing with the extraordinary without knowing the [Tufu Language] would obviously cause big trouble.

Therefore, relying on [Bloody Honor] to improve his [Tufu Language] was the best choice at this moment.

In an instant, complex and profound knowledge appeared in Goethe's mind.

His vision went black, as if he had been struck on the head.

It took Goethe a full three seconds to recover.

Then, the text began to appear—

[Tufu Language (Passive) (Basic): Tufu Language is an ancient language that is only passed down in secret organizations and mysterious forces. It is said that when combined with rituals, it can produce incredible effects, but those are far beyond your reach. You have only mastered its basics, at this level, even reading it is quite difficult, requiring much more effort to barely discern its meaning.]

...

When Goethe had the basic level of [Tufu Language], he looked at the book in his hand again, and all the judgments passed. He only needed to spend 1 unit of [Bloody Honor] to learn this Secret Art.

However, Goethe did not immediately learn it.

The amount of [Bloody Honor] was limited!

If possible, he hoped to learn this Secret Art through his own efforts!

After Goethe put the book away, he smoothly pocketed the gold, silver, jewelry, and wallets from the four swindlers.

His skillful actions left Andinan, who had just snapped out of his daze, stunned.

Just as the young man was at a loss—

Bang, bang, bang!

Suddenly, a dense and continuous barrage of gunfire rang out.

Almost instinctively, Goethe grabbed Andinan and retreated backward.

The next moment, the window of No. 6 Castle Street was shattered.

A bundle of smoking bombs was thrown in.

Boom!

(End of chapter)