Charlotte said, "I never expected you to be a philosopher too!"
Golden Goat Herolf vaguely sensed that something was off, but when he thought of the Magic Contract he had successfully concluded, he became confident again and laughed. "I never expected you to remain so calm with death at your doorstep."
"Where is my Queen Bee?"
"If you return it, I might consider sparing your life."
Charlotte said helplessly, "Mr. Herolf, there's no need to consider it. I can't hand over the Queen Bee. It isn't in my possession. You must have asked around—the Queen Bee is parked at..."
Golden Goat Herolf sneered and cut him off. "Of course I know. The Queen Bee is parked at 698 South Seventies Riverside Avenue, the residence Emperor Inglima XV and Alfred Guillaume bestowed upon you."
"How else are you planning to deceive me?"
"Mr. Charlot Mecklenburg, please share the story you just made up."
Charlotte said resignedly, "There are actually other residents over there."
Golden Goat Herolf smiled faintly. "Does that neighbor happen to be a beautiful young widow?"
Charlotte hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, yes!"
Golden Goat Herolf said flatly, "I went there myself. 698 South Seventies Riverside Avenue is on a small hill, and there is only one residence on that hill!"
Charlotte hurriedly said, "The other residence is halfway up the hill, on the other side. It's 699 South Seventies Riverside Avenue!"
Golden Goat Herolf gave him a contemptuous look that said, Keep making it up, then spat out, "Heh heh!"
Charlotte suddenly felt so damn tired!
Every word I said is true. Why doesn't this old goat believe me?
Is he really that intolerant of unpleasant truths?
Golden Goat Herolf gazed out at the sea and said slowly, "Hand over the Queen Bee, or I'll make you experience every