Chapter 46: Logic Genius!

After Goethe finished speaking, he didn't give Sheila a chance to refute at all, so he leaned back in the seat and closed his eyes.

Sheila, who was sitting opposite, was so angry that she wanted to slap Goethe.

In the end, she held back.

"For the knowledge in the 'Mad King's Treasure'!"

Sheila told herself.

Afterwards, during the time they arrived at No. 1 Ancient Pagoda Street, neither of them said another word.

Moreover, when the carriage stopped and Goethe got off the carriage first, he ignored Sheila behind him.

"Gentleman!"

"Goethe, don't you have any gentlemanly demeanor?"

Seeing Goethe who didn't move at all, Sheila, who had to get out of the car by herself, whispered.

"You got into my carriage yourself."

"You also admit that you are a pervert."

"For the uninvited pervert, I didn't shoot directly, which shows that I am a gentleman enough."

While talking, Goethe looked at 'his own home', and didn't even look at Sheila, who was short of breath, but had to keep smiling under the gaze of the people around her.

Care about your image?

You should have put a lot of effort into the role of 'Sheila'!

Goethe secretly said in his heart.

I understand better how to get along with Sheila in front of me.

Afterwards, Goethe's attention was completely focused on No. 1 Ancient Pagoda Street.

Swat is still quite reassuring.

After several days of repairs, No. 1 Ancient Pagoda Street has been repaired.

Even some corners are very careful, and the surface is painted with the same paint as the background color.

Except for the smell of paint, it will basically not affect the basic use of the house.

Goethe took out the key, ignoring the amazed expressions of the people on the street when they saw Sheila, and the curious eyes cast on him, he opened the door and walked in.

This time, Sheila learned her lesson and followed her consciously.

After Sheila came in, Goethe closed the door directly, walked into the living room on the first floor, and sat on the sofa in the main seat.

"Can you talk here?"

Goethe looked at Sheila standing in front of him and asked.

"Shouldn't you invite me to sit down and talk?"

"Goethe, you really don't have a single bit..."

Sheila said subconsciously.

But the next moment, I saw Goethe open his mouth, and the shape of his mouth seemed to be 'perverted'!

Immediately, this lady with multiple identities rushed straight to the topic before Goethe could speak.

"There is a legend that our Majesty George I, your ancestor, had already noticed before he was assassinated, so he stored all the treasures obtained from the previous war in a hidden place-for this legend , Goethe should know, right?"

Sorry, I don't know.

Goethe added silently in his heart.

There is no such memory in 'his' memory.

'He' knows 'George I'.

But 'he' doesn't know his bloodline.

I don't even know similar legends and stories.

'His' grandfather didn't tell, and it should be for the sake of confidentiality, ordering the fathers and the family teacher not to tell, so 'he' was consciously 'isolated' from similar stories since childhood.

As for the Garden Club?

There, who doesn't tell stories!

And the outline is the same: the mother died and the father was violent, the younger brother, the younger sister, had no choice but to, you are the first...

However, it was the first time to listen to the top card tell stories outside the garden club.

Goethe couldn't help but concentrate.

"However, the legends in the ordinary world are mostly facts here. Just as ordinary people call him His Majesty George I, we are used to calling him the Mad King!"

"And this is regarded as a story for ordinary people to talk about after tea, but in the eyes of people in the 'extraordinary world', it is true - because, with the strength of His Majesty the Mad King, it is impossible to be assassinated!"

"After all..."

"That was the first 'extraordinary person'!"

There was a touch of respect in Shira's words.

"Before the appearance of 'His Majesty the Mad King', extraordinary power could not be possessed by anyone other than witches. It was 'His Majesty the Mad King' who broke this confinement and let more people master the real knowledge. And as a person who was born with power and could fight against witches and kill them, breaking the darkness, how could 'His Majesty the Mad King' die from assassination?"

"It's as ridiculous as an ant killing an elephant."

"So, 'His Majesty the Mad King' must have felt that he was coming to the end of his life, and then he arranged everything in advance."

"Things like 'assassinations' must also be what 'His Majesty the Mad King' hoped for a brilliant ending, so he arranged such a prelude!"

"As for the real ending?"

"Naturally, it's the 'Mad King's Treasure'!"

Shira spoke confidently, as if she had seen it with her own eyes.

Goethe remained silent.

Because he didn't know any of this.

Shira looked at the silent Goethe and obviously misunderstood.

"Of course, you know all this."

Sorry, I still don't know.

Goethe answered in his heart, but his face remained calm, as if he really knew.

Shira didn't see any flaws.

On the contrary, the lady, worried that Goethe thought she was going in circles, immediately said again.

"So, since the death of 'His Majesty the Mad King', the 'extraordinary world' has never stopped searching for the 'Mad King's Treasure', but the clues left by 'His Majesty the Mad King' are too many."

"Not to mention other things, there are countless unrecorded descendants alone."

"And there are one hundred and twenty-five carriages full of diaries and essays."

"Just looking at it makes one's scalp tingle, not knowing where to start."

"Most people gave up halfway, and the rest persisted until they died, but they still couldn't find any clues about the 'Mad King's Treasure'."

"Time is the most terrifying weapon. Even if you were full of enthusiasm at the beginning, but decades have passed, no matter how high the enthusiasm is, it will cool down - until twenty years ago, an adventurer between ordinary people and extraordinary people claimed to have discovered the 'Mad King's Treasure' in Lust, but it didn't attract people's attention at all. Then, after the adventurer fell into the lake drunk, the 'Mad King's Treasure' was forgotten again."

"Do you have anything to say about this, Goethe?"

Shira looked at Goethe with a smile.

Lust, the adventurer who discovered the 'Mad King's Treasure', drowned after getting drunk, and the 'Mad King' descendant who changed his name.

When these elements came together, Goethe himself had to think that the 'Mad King's Treasure' was related to the 'Wayne Family'.

However, Goethe would never admit it.

"Coincidence!"

He said solemnly.

"Is that so?"

"Unfortunately, that guy didn't think it was a coincidence, and he also made a discovery!"

"You don't think that guy really wanted to kill the 'Wayne Family' because you offended him at the garden club, and then discovered that your family is a descendant of 'His Majesty the Mad King' and owns the 'Mad King's Treasure', do you?"

"Impossible!"

"After all, when that guy appeared, your family had already noticed him, otherwise, they wouldn't have sent you to test him."

"It's a pity that..."

"Your family didn't expect that guy to have the 'Flesh and Blood Church' as an ally."

"What's even more unexpected is that the guy at the Songzi Hotel was also involved. You deliberately stayed at the Songzi Hotel before because you discovered something, right?"

Reasonable!

Flawless!

Shira's logic was so self-consistent that it was almost genius, and Goethe was silent.

If he hadn't experienced some of it himself, he would have almost believed it.

Moreover, is such a person really the rumored owner of the Hunter Bar?

It doesn't feel like it!

Goethe was suspicious.

However, this did not prevent Goethe from nodding frankly -

"Hmm, you're right."

(End of Chapter)