The sunshine outside the window was dim, and the atmosphere in the lounge was depressing. The white ouroboros patterns on the black wall tiles seemed to particularly like this atmosphere. They originally stayed motionless on the wall tiles, but now they started to rotate quietly.
In the center of the lounge, on the coffee table, on the chessboard.
In Mike King Soprano's hand, a knight moved diagonally. Across the pawn on the opposite side was a cannon on the opposite side. Cole swallowed and looked at the cannon with some horror.
Cannon.
Rather than saying that he was staring at the cannon, it was better to say that he was staring at the Bible he was pressing.
Cole was horrified to find that the Ouroboros mark that was originally imprinted on his wrist was crawling off his wrist bit by bit as Serprano spoke. It didn't take away a trace of flesh and blood, just that one.
The empty Ouroboros mark climbed down from the wizard's wrist and plunged into the cover of the Bible under his right hand.
Outside the chessboard, Soprano was still explaining his thoughts on playing chess unhurriedly:
"...As a horse, it cannot run too far. If it runs under the opponent's cannon like this, and is hit by a shot through the pawns, everything will be empty and nothing will be left."
"But, but, I, I didn't do anything, Your Excellency!" Student Cole's lips trembled, he murmured, and his tone was trembling. He noticed that only half of the tail of his Ouroboros brand was still on his wrist.
It was hanging on the top. Most of the other body was submerged in the cover of the Bible.
Soprano seemed not to notice the strangeness in the Bible, and turned a deaf ear to Cole's explanation.
"As a horse," the leader of the Cheung Kei Association stopped Cole from speaking with his eyes, and then said in a slightly more serious tone: "According to the rules, this chess piece cannot move in a straight line, because that is not its path. The rules
It’s not allowed, and it’s not allowed by chess players either. Just like me, when I play chess, I will never allow my pieces to run around on the chessboard.”
While he was talking, a pawn on the edge of the chessboard moved horizontally. The fat on Soprano's cheeks shook, and with a flick of his hand, the unruly pawn was shattered into pieces and turned into ashes.
Cole swallowed hard.
At the same time, his right hand that was pressing on the Bible also sunk in little by little as Mr. Soprano spoke slowly. It was as if what he was pressing was not a hard-cover book, but a puddle of soft material.
mud.
Or maybe it's a black hole.
"Tell me about what happened at Linzhong Lake last weekend." The leader of the Cheung Kei Association finally stopped torturing another 'chess player', suppressed the cold smile on his face, and looked at Cole expressionlessly:
"I want to know why Friedman showed up at the meeting with someone when Xiangqi was negotiating for the exclusive agency rights with the Fishman Tribe... You are the representative responsible for the negotiation of Xiangqi. I think you
You should know something."
Cole's face wrinkled up, like a rag that had been tightened, squeezing out a pool of snot and tears: "I swear, I don't know anything. I definitely never told anyone in 3A about this... Meeting arrangements
The whole process is confidential. The time, location, and number of participants, I only told Iseni before starting at the last minute!"
Iseni is the young leader of the fish-man tribe, the main promoter of negotiations with the Cheung Kei Association, and an unofficial member of the Ouroboros hunting team.
Andrew Taylor, who was standing in the corner of the lounge, heard Cole mention Iseni's name. He couldn't help but tremble, and his head hung even lower.
Soprano frowned.
Because the Bible in front of him remained calm and did not react violently to Cole's answer. This means that what Cole said should be the truth.
If this is the case, then this matter is most likely caused by those smelly fishmen. This is not difficult to understand. After all, the degree of profit from long bets is higher than hanging from a tree.
many.
"A bunch of rats." Serprano snorted and crushed the knight piece in his hand.
"Do I need to warn those fish people?" A senior cadre of the Cheung Kei Association asked in a low voice next to him.
Soprano hesitated for a few seconds.
"No, let's take a look first and then talk." He shook his head, picked up another pawn again, pondered for a moment, and then said: "There is only one Linzhong Lake in First University, and there is only one fish-man tribe. It's like this
It’s been so close for a long time, but if you throw it away now, it’s easy to beat the odds.”
"It's not the fish-man we need to warn, but that guy Friedman."
…
…
Also on this night, in the same depressing room, two groups of people were having an unpleasant conversation.
One of them was wearing a black robe, with a hood covering his face, making his face unclear. However, the silver triangular mark on his robe clearly showed that he was a representative of First University.
On the other side of the room, there was a group of big rats about six feet tall, wearing vests of different colors, carrying a light carriage. On top of it sat a fat but old rat. Judging from the description, it was the Rat Immortal.
"After the black tide, the five poisons breed in ten months." The representative of First University said in a rigid tone, with almost no emotion: "First University requires the Phuket Island rat tribe to do their best to clean up those pests."
"Humph." The beard at the corner of Mouse Immortal's mouth trembled a few times, revealing a sarcastic smile: "If some people from the Alpha Academy had not used blood magic wantonly when dealing with the black tide, how could the five poisons this year have happened?
You came so early! Doesn’t Alpha intend to take the corresponding responsibility?”
The representative of the First University turned a deaf ear to the words of the Rat Immortal, and still said in the cold and rigid voice before: "...because the relevant projects have not been arranged through the annual budget, the Rat clan needs to raise relevant resources on its own, and it must not affect the normal operation of the First University.
The teaching order and environment.”
"I know." The Rat Immortal drooped his eyelids and agreed feebly. He completely lost the energy to ridicule before, and he didn't seem to have the slightest intention to fight for the interests of the Rat clan.
"One last thing, regarding the recent abnormal activities of the Rat Clan, the relevant departments hope that the Rat Clan can make a written explanation and submit it to the school for review." At this point, the school representative's tone showed a hint of hesitation for the first time, but soon he
Covering up the past, he added: "Principal Shi believes that the Rat Clan needs to control the scope of its activities and its connections with forces outside the island."
"Vice Principal Shi." Mouse Immortal corrected in a sharp voice: "The unknown old man is not dead yet! She has no other abilities, and she only has one method of fighting for power and profit."
The school representative ignored the Mouse Immortal's scream and continued: "...In these aspects, Principal Shi believes that there is a consensus between you and the school."
Three heads
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