Rest and Lunch

Boom!

The severed limbs and broken arms flew into the air.

This time, Goethe was certain that Farrow was beyond saving.

He approached and looked down at Farrow's dismembered body.

The other party had supernatural power!

It was Farrow who had resurrected Hode's body!

Goethe was certain of this.

After all, Farrow had been too conspicuous.

In fact, after the explosion, it seemed that Goethe had boarded the carriage, but he had been scanning the surroundings for abnormalities.

Although he didn't know the exact nature of the power that revived Hode's body, he knew one thing for sure.

Someone must have seen him carrying the explosives and immediately decided to bring Hode's body back to life!

And there weren't many places nearby where people could have seen him carrying the explosives.

First, there was the second floor of Hode's house.

Second, the detached house across from Hode's.

The first had already been destroyed in the explosion.

So, only the house across the street remained.

That's why, after boarding the carriage, most of Goethe's attention was focused on that building.

However, he was not entirely sure.

He had only made a logical deduction, but since the other party possessed supernatural power, it was very likely that they used their abilities to observe him.

But when he saw that nearly everyone in the Linden District had come out after the explosion, yet this building remained quiet, Goethe's attention turned completely to that house.

When the door finally opened, and the person who came out seemed uninterested and instead walked toward the street, Goethe was convinced that something was off.

When the person finally exclaimed in surprise, Goethe was sure.

He walked over and began inspecting the body.

After the explosion, there was nothing of value left.

But Goethe continued his detailed examination.

He was deeply curious about the "Supernatural" powers!

Why did they possess strength that ordinary people didn't?

Where did such power come from?

Driven by curiosity, Goethe continued his search.

When Swart arrived, he saw Goethe crouched down, inspecting the severed limbs with such focus, holding a piece of an arm, that the sheriff almost exclaimed "pervert."

"Ahem, ahem," the sheriff cleared his throat, interrupting Goethe's concentration.

Goethe looked up and saw the sheriff pointing around.

The residents of the Linden District had gathered again, curiosity written all over their faces.

"We'll continue the investigation at the station," the sheriff suggested.

"Mm."

Goethe didn't refuse. He lowered his hat and returned to the carriage.

Swart stood in place, waiting for the residents to approach. When they did, a look of sorrow and helplessness appeared on the sheriff's face as he slowly said:

"This is another gas leak accident!"

"It's the same gas leak that occurred at Dr. Hode's house!"

"I'm not sure if the remaining gas equipment in the neighborhood is safe, but I recommend everyone temporarily leave until the gas company can check and ensure everything is safe."

After speaking, the sheriff sighed as he looked down at the body.

"What?"

"Another gas explosion?"

"The gas company workers will just give us a quick fix!"

"That's right."

"Those company directors only care about their own profits, not us!"

As middle-class residents, the people in the Linden District understood perfectly well how the gas company would handle things.

Just look at the body on the ground!

They didn't want to meet the same fate.

And the charred ground!

Who could guarantee that the gas wasn't still leaking?

Many of the residents seemed to be frightened and took a few steps back.

More of them turned their eyes to Sheriff Swart.

"Sheriff Swart, we need your help. You just killed a group of dangerous people for us yesterday. Surely you wouldn't mind helping us again?"

They had all seen the morning newspaper.

Swart was undoubtedly a trustworthy person.

"Yes, sheriff."

"We need you to supervise!"

Hearing the crowd's voices, Swart's heart swelled with happiness, though he maintained an air of reluctance.

"I have work to do..."

"Don't worry, we won't keep you from your duties!"

"We'll explain to the chief that you're working overtime for our sake!"

Before the sheriff could finish his sentence, the crowd interrupted.

"Alright then."

"Since that's the case, I'll supervise the gas company's inspection and repairs here."

Swart finally nodded.

His agreement was met with cheers from the residents.

When Swart returned to the carriage and left, the residents waved him off kindly.

Sitting back in his seat, Swart kept a smile on his face.

He was in an excellent mood.

This was a windfall.

With the right moves, the money he had spent buying credit from Goethe would mostly be returned.

And, he would have the support of the residents in the Linden District.

Compared to the homeless common folk, if he wanted to move forward, the support of these residents was undoubtedly more valuable.

It was a win-win.

With that in mind, Swart couldn't help but hum a cheerful tune.

Goethe couldn't help but furrow his brows as he closed his eyes in thought.

Swart's tune was awful.

"Give me half," Goethe said, causing Swart's humming to abruptly stop.

"What?"

"What are you talking about, Goethe?"

"What half? I don't understand what you mean."

The sheriff began to avoid the issue.

"Gas Company, supervision, support from the Linden District," Goethe casually mentioned the key points Swart cared about.

"But I fought for all of this myself!" The sheriff argued back.

"Without me, you wouldn't have been able to get it," Goethe replied, closing his eyes again and ignoring Swart.

The sheriff wisely chose not to argue further.

Because he knew for sure that if he kept arguing, it wouldn't just be half of it.

"Damn Goethe!"

"Why is he so sharp?" The sheriff silently shouted in his heart. Then, he quickly made a decision to scrape more benefits from the Gas Company to recover his losses.

As for falling out with Goethe?

The sheriff wouldn't dare.

Having witnessed Goethe's ruthless side multiple times, the sheriff chose to live with his heart in mind.

Of course!

More importantly, Goethe could bring him enough benefits. Though it was always dangerous. And that danger made him understand that he had to flatter Goethe. When the danger came, who else could he rely on?

Therefore, after returning to the police station, when Goethe came back from inspecting Farrow's body in the morgue, Swart had already carefully prepared lunch.

"Braised beef, steamed potatoes, braised celery, molasses tart."

"I can assure you, this is the best lunch from a nearby restaurant."

Swart said, handing Goethe a knife and fork.

The braised beef was served in a bowl, cut into thumb-sized cubes, slowly braised over low heat, with a hint of wine flavor, making the meat aroma even richer.

The steamed potatoes were whole, cleaned, and steamed in a basket, four of them arranged on a plate.

The braised celery was simply boiled celery, exuding its unique fragrance.

What caught Goethe's attention the most was the molasses tart.

He had never eaten anything like it before.

It was probably five pancakes stacked together, with dark brown molasses poured over the top.

The rich sweetness made one eager to dig in.

Swart, by this point, had already speared a steaming hot potato with his fork, peeling it with a knife as he said, "The two guys you brought back don't have any criminal records, but they're probably habitual offenders. I had people take special care of them for a couple of days, and they'll spill the truth. Their revolvers and daggers have already been passed on."

He placed three gold bills worth 1 crown each in front of Goethe.

Goethe put the three bills in his wallet, then picked up a steamed potato, but without peeling it, simply mashed it into his plate, before pouring the braised beef and sauce over it.

The soft potato turned a deep yellow after soaking up the meat juice. Goethe took a bite, and the smoothness combined with the tender beef made him scoop another bite.

Next, he ate a couple of crunchy pieces of celery.

The molasses tart was shared, half for Goethe and half for Swart.

Ten minutes later, after eating and drinking to his fill, Goethe finally spoke again.

"What do you know about Morey?"

Swart, who was about to doze off, sat up straight immediately.

"I don't know much about Lord Morey. He only arrived in Lustre a month ago to handle our 'special matters.' The previous contact we had with the authorities hasn't been seen since three days ago."

"We didn't dare to ask too many questions about this. Fortunately, Lord Morey is easier to get along with than expected. His action speed is not as quick as the previous person, but he's still not bad."

"So, it's normal for him to not show up earlier; it's happened before, but Morey always responds afterward."

"By the way, the 'Black Sail Security Company' was also founded after Morey arrived. Apart from a young man, it's just a shell."

A month ago!

Upon hearing this time frame, Goethe narrowed his eyes.

'His family' had an accident about a month ago!

Was that a coincidence?

Or was there some connection?

Also, the previous official in charge of 'special matters' should not have disappeared without a trace.

An accident had to have happened!

That's why Morey showed up!

And the cause of the accident was...

'The Fog Killer!'

A flash of light passed through Goethe's eyes.

As for the delayed reaction?

It must be because of insufficient manpower.

Morey must be chasing 'The Fog Killer' and doesn't have enough energy to manage other matters.

Hence, he established the 'Black Sail Security Company!'

But...

The young man inside the security company clearly couldn't handle things on his own.

Goethe naturally thought of the indifference the young man had shown this morning and immediately thought of the body in the morgue.

If he had faced that body...

He'd probably be easily killed.

Goethe was very certain of this.

Even if the body was torn apart, he could still gather some basic information from it.

For example: Muscles, well-developed!

It was a level of physical training that no ordinary person could reach, even professionals would need tremendous talent and years of rigorous training to attain.

Goethe wouldn't dare face such a person unarmed.

Not to mention that the person also possessed 'Supernatural power!'

As for whether the young man in the 'Black Sail Security Company' had similar 'Supernatural power'?

If he did, Swart should be more 'respectful' of him, not just calling him casually.

Though they hadn't interacted for long, Goethe already understood a little about Swart's character.

His thoughts turned back to the body.

The person with such muscles couldn't possibly move that slowly.

"Is it because I killed the resurrected Doctor Hode, and the 'Supernatural power' affected me, making it easy to kill him?"

Goethe once again speculated.

But this time, he wasn't confident.

Compared to his previous 'reasonable' speculation, his lack of understanding about the 'Supernatural' left him uncertain.

However, he was confident that tonight, Morey would give him an answer.

At the Garden Club.

Of course!

Before that, Goethe had something else on his mind.

"Do you know the contact details of other agencies or people responsible for 'special matters' aside from Morey?"

Swart froze upon hearing the question.

"You don't trust Lord Morey?"

"No, it's not about trust."

"I just want to avoid unnecessary danger."

Goethe replied with a smile.

Because, just now, a bold hypothesis suddenly appeared in his mind:

What if Morey was 'The Fog Killer' himself!