Chapter 49 Confrontation

Apologizing for someone! Inviting them for a drink!

After combining these two crucial pieces of information, Goethe quickly locked onto one person.

It was a...

Very ordinary person.

With an ordinary face, ordinary physique, and unremarkable temperament, the kind of face that wouldn't attract any attention on the street.

So much so that Goethe had seen him in his memory but still considered him an ordinary guest at the Garden Club.

And there were too many such people in the Garden Club.

Moreover, there was one more thing!

Help!

'He' had helped the other person!

So, this made Goethe subconsciously ignore him.

Because, according to common sense, such 'help' would be met with gratitude, not...

Revenge!

Everything that went against common sense made Goethe overlook him.

Goethe stood there, staring at him.

The 'Foggy Murderer' let Goethe examine him, even taking off his hood, revealing that ordinary face without any distinctive features.

Hair, eyes, nose, mouth, etc.!

All too ordinary!

No one would have thought that the 'Foggy Murderer' would look like this.

"You seem disappointed?"

The 'Foggy Murderer' asked with a smile.

"Well, a little."

Goethe answered truthfully.

"But I'm very satisfied, you've brought me so many surprises!"

"You've made my boring trip to Lustert so enjoyable!"

"I hope you can continue to make me happy!"

The 'Foggy Murderer' said, while making a suggestive hip movement. A strange flush appeared on his seemingly ordinary face, and his eyes staring at Goethe showed the hunger and excitement of a wild beast hunting.

"I can't wait to eat you now, but..."

"I need to wait a little longer!"

"Just a little while!"

"Soon!"

"So, let's play a little game first!"

He said, licking his lips, looking impatient.

Goethe drew his gun and fired.

However, the moment Goethe drew his gun and fired, a thick fog appeared.

Completely enveloping both of their figures.

Only the echoing gunshots remained in the fog.

...

Following the guiding wind, Morey quickly arrived underground.

The underground of Lustert!

In the sewage pipes, the strong stench and the sewage underfoot did not hinder Morey's steps at all. He stepped on the sewage and walked straight ahead.

Soon, he found the 'secret passage' hidden outside a drainage pipe.

Continuing downwards.

When Morey walked in here, a bloody smell different from the stench of the sewers filled his nostrils, but this Lustert official in charge of the supernatural did not show any emotion.

Even when he saw one corpse after another, he remained indifferent.

These corpses, like pigs in a slaughterhouse, were hung up, their eyes wide open, blood flowing from their necks.

Gushing down.

Thick and smelly.

So much so that his feet almost got stuck when he stepped on them.

Morey ignored all this and continued forward. Even when living people appeared in his sight, this Lustert official in charge of the supernatural did not change at all.

Skiffins, standing at the end of the passage, saw all this. The owner of the Pine Nut Hotel couldn't help but applaud.

Clap, clap, clap!

Amidst the crisp applause, he chuckled.

"Indeed!"

"My collaborator betrayed me!"

"But..."

"Guess why you found me instead of him?"

"Naturally, he introduced his subordinate who is good at disguise to me, with the reason of 'easier retreat after success' - for the past three days, that person has been making human skin masks for me here."

"He just left about an hour ago."

"Presumably dead by now?"

"And then, led you here."

The owner of the Pine Nut Hotel answered his own questions while turning and walking deeper into the passage.

Morey immediately gave chase.

But, he was stopped by the other party's bodyguard.

"Onko, I'll leave it to you."

"I need to have a good talk with that collaborator."

"He owes me a secret realm!"

The owner of the Pine Nut Hotel's face darkened completely as he spoke.

Killing intent began to surface in his eyes.

"Yes, boss."

Onko bowed respectfully.

Taking advantage of this moment, Morey threw a punch.

Bang!

Morey's heavy punch landed squarely on the back of Onko's exposed head due to his bowing posture. However, this punch, powerful enough to easily shatter a whole brick, had no effect.

Onko remained in his bowing position.

Then, he slowly straightened up and turned to look at Morey.

At the same time, Morey threw another punch.

Bang!

This punch hit Onko's face.

But it still had no effect. Onko didn't even move, just stared at Morey with cold eyes.

His boss had given the order.

So he had to eliminate the opponent.

The next moment, Onko's fist shot out.

Morey dodged sideways, and Onko's fist sank into the wall behind him as if a knife had sliced into tofu.

When Onko withdrew his fist, Morey, who had been indifferent, now had anger in his eyes.

"You killed Pruitt?"

Morey questioned.

"Pruitt?"

"You mean the previous Secret Keeper?"

"Yes, the boss ordered me to deal with him."

"So I dealt with him."

Onko said calmly.

Then, he suddenly turned around and threw a punch.

Clang!

With a sound like metal clashing, a flying knife shot from the shadows was knocked away.

However, the flying knife immediately flew back.

Mrs. Pence stepped out of the shadows.

"You were the one who led me away that night!"

The moment she saw Onko, Mrs. Pence recognized him.

"It was me."

Onko didn't deny it, and the bodyguard of the Pine Nut Hotel's owner didn't show any panic on his face - this was his boss's order, so he ignored fear.

And ignored life.

He would only obey orders.

Because...

This was his belief as the guardian knight of the Stanbeck family!

Even though the Stanbeck family had fallen.

Even though he was now called a bodyguard, no longer a knight.

But, his belief remained steadfast!

He looked at Morey and Mrs. Pence, slightly bowed his body, and assumed a standard fighting stance, then beckoned to them with his left hand in front.

"Come!"

...

On Sausage Street, thick fog rolled.

Goethe leaned against a wall, staring at the grayness in front of him.

Even though his vision was filled with gray, he didn't let his guard down.

The next moment, a strange sound in his ear made Goethe lunge forward abruptly.

A pebble hit the wall Goethe had been leaning against.

As the pebble shattered, another pit appeared on the wall.

This was the 'Foggy Murderer's' sixth attack.

The other party was toying with him like a cat playing with a mouse.

Goethe wasn't angry at all; he calmly faced these attacks.

Then, the seventh attack came.

It was still a flying pebble.

But there was something else -

Whoosh!

In the fog, an invisible blade swept past Goethe, who had just dodged the pebble shot.

Instantly, Goethe's back was torn open.

Blood gushed out at once.

Then, another pebble flew towards him.

Crack!

Goethe tried his best to twist his body, but the injury on his back made his movements a bit slow, and he was eventually hit in the shoulder.

Crack!

Goethe could clearly hear the sound of his bones breaking, but even clearer was the 'Foggy Murderer's' joyful cheer.

"Haha!"

"A wonderful throw!"

"Nine rings!"

"At least nine rings!"

"Next time!"

"Next time it will be ten rings!"

Amidst the cheers, another pebble was thrown.

Goethe dodged again, but the invisible blade that followed left another cut on his body.

And it was on his...

Leg!

Goethe narrowed his eyes.

Plans never kept up with changes. He had originally intended to use his only remaining trump card at a more appropriate time, but the 'Foggy Murderer' was far stronger than he had imagined!

Not only did the opponent control the fog, but they could also shoot pebbles comparable to bullets and invisible blades, coupled with the ability to approach silently.

The opponent had at least four supernatural powers!

At least!

Goethe couldn't be sure if the opponent had a fifth or even a sixth!

Under such circumstances, even if the opponent was seriously injured, Goethe knew he was no match at all!

Moreover, Goethe knew that the next pebble would be aimed at his forehead!

"Only one chance!"

Goethe had made up his mind. After using [Bloody Honor] to enhance [Hand-to-Hand Combat] and gaining the physical boost, he would take the opportunity to break free from the thick fog in front of him, preferably temporarily getting rid of the 'Foggy Murderer'. But to Goethe's surprise, the expected pebble didn't appear.

Even the fog dissipated directly.

Then...

Two confronting figures appeared before Goethe's eyes.

(End of Chapter)