Chapter 45: Suddenly Feeling Happy...

Sheila is the owner of the Hunter's Bar?

No wonder she knew the whereabouts of the 'Foggy Murderer' before!

When 'he' first went to the Hunter's Bar, he heard that the owner of the bar was quite mysterious, and even the waiters didn't know the true face of the owner.

And those who tried to find out the true face of the owner by force, their bodies were all found in the gutter in the following days.

Mysterious, ruthless.

And with a bit of unpredictable meaning.

Let the Hunter's Bar, which is in charge of the other party, gradually become famous, and become one of the places that people dare not provoke in Lust.

But what Goethe didn't expect was that Sheila was actually the owner behind the scenes.

Surprise flashed in Goethe's eyes.

This is not a disguise.

I was really surprised.

Just now, he had thought of quite a few guesses, but he didn't expect that the answer would be like this.

If what the other party said is true, then it is not surprising that the other party knows these things.

Everyone knows that Hunter's Bar is well-informed.

The owner of the Hunter's Bar naturally knows some things that ordinary people don't know.

Similarly, the other party also has the ability to do the so-called 'turn the tide of the battle'.

"I thought you knew it a long time ago, Goethe!"

"The first time, when you asked for help in the bar, you really fooled me."

"When you appeared again later, I thought you found out my hidden identity and came to test... Really, if I knew this, I wouldn't have to cooperate with that guy so much, and I would have to go find you myself. "

Sheila muttered angrily, her cheeks puffed up.

The other party, who was already pure and sweet, immediately added a bit of cuteness.

The eyes of the pedestrians around were unconsciously attracted.

Goethe turned a blind eye.

because……

Goethe's threshold is too high.

After all, when I was in my hometown, as long as I picked up my mobile phone and clicked on a certain APP, a group of young ladies would start wiping glass, driving trains, 02, slow shaking, rabbit dance, Bibi Anmuxi all day long, and from time to time Western Regions, northern wolves, southern guinea pigs.

He didn't want to either, but big data always pushes it.

What can he do?

I can only be honest with myself.

Tell yourself to be a good person from tomorrow.

Then, tell yourself again tomorrow.

In the end, admonition became a daily habit.

It also made Goethe extraordinarily calm when facing Sheila at this moment.

"What do you want?"

Goethe asked directly.

But this calmness made Sheila frown slightly.

This lady with multiple identities has seen too many men, even if she pretends to be a gentleman on the surface, she is already a 'gentleman' in her heart, but Goethe in front of her has no reaction at all.

Even the heartbeat is normal.

This made Sheila full of doubts.

"Why don't you react at all?"

Women are always so concerned about their appearance.

Even a lady with multiple identities like Sheila is no exception.

Goethe glanced at Sheila, who was puzzled, and was about to regain the initiative in the conversation that he had lost due to surprise.

He replied coldly.

"Cuteness is worthless in the face of sexiness!"

"You?!"

Sheila stared, Goethe could see the veins appearing on the palm of the other party holding the fan, but Goethe ignored it and asked directly: "What do you want?"

"Knowledge!"

"You promised that if there is extraordinary knowledge in the 'Mad King's Treasure', you must let me copy a copy."

The annoyed Sheila stopped pestering and directly stated her purpose.

"Okay!"

"As long as you give me help as agreed, I, 'Goethe', promise that if there is extraordinary knowledge in the 'Mad King's Treasure', I will definitely let you copy a copy."

Goethe nodded readily.

Undoubtedly, if there is extraordinary knowledge in the "Mad King's Treasure", it is naturally extremely precious, but for Goethe, who doesn't even know what the "Mad King's Treasure" is, and can still get the other party's help to solve the immediate crisis The 'Treasure Guardian, Heir' is naturally nothing.

Moreover, it is 'Goethe', not him. Goethe was straightforward, which surprised Sheila again.

She was ready to bargain for a long time.

Of course, Goethe's evaluation just now made her very unhappy, so she had to stick to her own opinions in the early stage, and then reluctantly compromise and accept Goethe's 'excessive' conditions.

She must make Goethe feel exhausted!

She wants Goethe to understand what it means to be difficult!

But how did Goethe agree directly?

This feeling of accumulating energy for a long time, but punching in the air, made Sheila feel like she couldn't breathe.

Even, a sense of fatigue arose from the bottom of my heart for no reason.

Sheila, who used to be able to handle multiple targets with ease, once again discovered Goethe's difficulty, and then, before this lady with multiple identities could recover, she saw Goethe reaching out to her.

"What do you mean?"

Sheila was taken aback, confused.

"You have to return the reward from the Hunter's Bar to me."

"According to the current cooperation, the previous agreement is naturally invalid."

Goethe said.

Sheila frowned again. Although Goethe's words were a bit unreasonable, the tiredness that had just risen from the bottom of her heart made Sheila not want to argue with Goethe on this issue anymore.

"Here you are!"

Sheila directly took out a gold ticket of 150 jinks and handed it to Goethe.

After Goethe put the gold ticket into his wallet, he looked up at Sheila again and continued.

"Also..."

"What do you know about the Mad King's Treasure?"

Sheila didn't speak immediately, but pointed to the surroundings, the lady with multiple identities asked with a smile.

"Are you sure here?"

"Come with me."

Goethe frowned and walked straight to the police carriage.

"Don't go there?"

Sheila pointed to 11 Fevrier.

"That's where I live temporarily, not my place. I can't take you in without the owner's consent."

After Goethe finished speaking, he boarded the carriage.

Sheila didn't hesitate, then followed.

Looking at Sheila sitting opposite, Goethe frowned even tighter.

"You have a carriage."

Goethe emphasized.

It's not that I'm not used to riding in a carriage with strangers, but I'm not used to riding in a carriage with someone as dangerous as Sheila.

"Just let the coachman follow behind."

Sheila waved her hand with a smile, looking indifferent.

Goethe keenly sensed that Sheila in front of him was doing it on purpose.

It seems that when he feels uncomfortable, the other party will... be very happy?

"What a perverted hobby."

Goethe said so, and looked out the window.

Sheila's hand clutching the fan exploded with veins again.

However, Sheila laughed immediately.

"Do you think I'll be angry if you say that, and then be kicked out of the carriage by you?"

"You are so naive!"

"Tell you, not only am I not angry when you say that, but I am very happy!"

Sheila looked like I had seen through your tricks.

Goethe lengthened his tone -

"Oh?"

"Will you be happy to be scolded?"

"Sure enough, it's perverted!"

(End of this chapter)