Chapter 44 The So-called Secret

The secret of the Wayne family?

Goethe frowned secretly, but his footsteps moved forward.

It's not that I don't believe it.

On the contrary, Goethe really believed that Sheila might have found some secrets that he didn't know.

As the 'only' survivor of the Wayne family, Goethe knew that the previous 'self' was too well protected, and there were many things he didn't know - in fact, according to the memories he saw, not only Goethe's generation, Goethe His parents, uncles, aunts, and aunts have completely脱离了'supernatural world', otherwise, his 'aunt' would not have encountered that kind of misfortune.

Maybe in the entire 'Wayne Family', only his grandfather knows something.

But his grandfather was tight-lipped.

Perhaps at some point he would tell his 'father' or an 'uncle' or 'aunt', but the sudden death disrupted everything.

The 'secret' of the Wayne family was completely covered up.

In this regard, Goethe, as the 'only' survivor of the Wayne family, naturally felt sorry.

However, this does not mean that he will choose to 'cooperate' with Sheila!

That's right!

It's cooperation!

The other party appeared in front of him, talking about 'secrets', naturally because of this 'secret', he had to cooperate with him in order to gain something.

Goethe couldn't think of anything else besides this.

And then it proved that Goethe's guess was correct--

"Goethe, don't you want to know what secret I discovered?"

Sheila lifted the hem of her skirt, walked quickly in front of Goethe, blocked Goethe's way, and there was a kind of joy in her emerald green eyes.

even……

A little excited.

After Goethe came into contact with such eyes, he became even more reluctant to have any relationship with the woman in front of him.

Because, his hometown experience told him that when a woman looks at you with such eyes, you are in trouble.

And if this woman is also very beautiful, then the trouble is fatal.

He already has too much trouble now, and he doesn't want to cause more trouble at all.

Of course!

The most important point!

Goethe doesn't believe her!

Beautiful women are the best at deceiving people!

Goethe still remembers what Mama Zhang said in her hometown.

After all, a top card in a garden club may look good, or sing well, but it is absolutely impossible to have that kind of skill.

And that kind of weapon!

It's not normal either, it will definitely not appear in a head-on confrontation, it can only appear on one kind of person...

assassin!

An assassin disguised as a club headliner, Goethe knew he should stay away from her just thinking about it.

So--

"do not want!"

Goethe firmly affirmed.

After speaking, he bypassed Syra and continued forward.

However, Syra once again blocked Goethe's path. Her figure was light, her skirt fluttering like a butterfly. The headliner of the Garden Club looked at Goethe's young and handsome face, at those sharp eyes hidden beneath the surface, at the calmness that was beyond his years. Feeling the unique aura formed by these qualities, she suddenly smiled.

It was the same sweet smile as always.

Then, she used her fan to shield her face, blocking the gazes of those watching from around them. Her lowered voice slowly drifted out—

"You certainly don't want to."

"Because..."

"You know this secret inside out, don't you?"

"My respected 'Mad King's Treasure' guardian and heir."

"Mad King's Treasure?"

Goethe squinted his eyes.

This was the first time he had heard the term.

But this reaction made Syra misunderstand.

A hint of certainty appeared in her excited, emerald green eyes.

Then...

She began to scrutinize him!

It was a gaze that seemed to want to see through Goethe completely.

In fact, Syra had been filled with curiosity about Goethe over the past two days. As more and more information came to her after that unsuccessful attempt, she was surprised to discover that the young man before her, who appeared to have just come of age, had not only disrupted the "Fog Murderer's" plans multiple times but had also killed more than one extraordinary person.

More importantly, he was meticulous and ruthless in his actions.

He was nothing like a typical young man who had just come of age.

He was more like some of the seasoned veterans she had encountered.

No!

Even among those veterans, he was rare.

Therefore, Syra was certain that the Goethe before her was the final guardian and heir of the "Wayne Family" secrets—his grandfather had entrusted everything to this Goethe.

And Goethe had not let that grandfather down.

But this was not good news for her.

Because the heir before her was too exceptional.

Under normal circumstances, it would be difficult to get what she wanted from him.

But!

Right now was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

The reinforcements from the secret keepers had died.

She had heard of Puli's reputation. She hadn't expected Puli to be taken down so easily by another guy's subordinate.

However, she didn't feel any regret.

On the contrary, she was a bit pleased.

Because the situation after Puli's death presented a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for her.

Goethe...

Lacked support!

She was very clear on this point.

Therefore, she couldn't wait and came to find Goethe immediately.

"How about we work together?"

"Puli is dead, and it's impossible for the secret keepers to send reinforcements in a short time—though that guy was a bastard, he was excellent at hiding. Even now, I haven't caught his trail, and the fools from the 'Flesh Church' have been completely fooled by him. They think they have the situation in Lust under control, so those idiots have started stirring up trouble in the surrounding cities of Lust. The secret keepers' forces have been completely drawn away, and reinforcements won't arrive any time soon!"

"So now, in Lust, it's just you, the heavily injured Morey, and the equally injured Lady Pence!"

"And the three of you are no match for that guy!"

"You should know, his allies are quite terrifying!"

"But if you add me..."

"We could turn the tide!"

Syra said softly.

Goethe did not respond but stared at Syra with sharp eyes.

It seemed as if he was questioning how she knew so much.

Even though Syra was the headliner of the Garden Club, and the Garden Club was a well-informed place, the information in front of him already exceeded what she could grasp.

A network of assassin-like intelligence?

And to turn the tide...

She spoke with such confidence.

Did she have some trump card?

Or was there some other support?

Goethe pondered, his gaze growing sharper.

"Oh my, don't look at me like that, you're making me shy."

Facing Goethe's intense gaze, Syra lowered her head, and indeed, a blush appeared on her face.

As if she didn't want Goethe to see her shy expression, the headliner of the Garden Club once again used her fan to shield her face, leaving only her eyes visible, watching Goethe.

Clear, with no trace of panic.

Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, only audible to Goethe standing in front of her.

"Let me reintroduce myself..."

"Syra, owner of the Hunter's Bar."

(End of chapter)