that's all.

Under the count's solemn orders.

His third son, Bruce Ivanovich, was kicked out of the office.

Ten seconds later.

Chewing on what Count David Ivanovich, who has an extremely ruthless acting style, just said.

Strutt also had a hint of twisted human approval on his face:

"You really know how to kill two birds with one stone. Our exploration of the ruins has reached a critical period.

Really need to be more careful.

Whether it's the European Union's Aurora, the Night Watch or even the Board of Directors of the Astronomical Society, I'm not sure who it is, but someone must have been eyeing us.

Cover it up through your son's usual dandy style.

even,

With this, he diverted his attention and successfully took over the orphanage.

interesting,

It's so fun working with you.

It's a pity that Bruce will probably become a victim."

"That's my son!

Strutt, watch what you just said."

David Ivanovich's hawk-like eyes had a hint of fierceness:

"Unless he is really useless to the point of being completely useless.

Have you finished the potion you mentioned before?

We all understand: the ruins are not the key, the [Star Gate] behind the ruins is the key.

If we don’t expand, the even more inhumane devils in the American Federation may find the ‘Silver Clock City’.”

"No no no,

No matter what it's really called, the City of Silver Clocks, the City of Mechanical Clocks? Or some kind of Mechanical Glow City.

The Lost Sea is really too big.

No one knows and no one cares except us.

Soon, our plan will be successful.

Those stupid drifters probably didn't know what kind of power they had in their hands.

after all.

They just happened to pick up the ruins.

As for the Night Watchmen of the American Federation.

According to the information I have received,

They followed the dragon skeleton bait of the zero-sum game to the first route, and those fools would only run further and further away.

You just have to be careful not to expose the institute to more rumors recently. The transfer of the previous batch of personnel was considered a risk.

After that, we have to be more careful."

I heard Strut say that.

There was a hint of irony in Count David Ivanovich's words:

"Weren't we your allies in Detroit, Kabul, Johannesburg and even Florence before the zero-sum game?"

"They are certainly our allies.

But there are also differences between allies."

The middle-aged man bowed and smiled gracefully.

"The key point that can affect all this,

There is only interest, not belief.”

In response, Count David Ivanovich could not help but sneered:

"Godless things."

"We are already in hell, Mr. Ivanovich."

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Saint Petersburg, the city of white nights.

As a port city on the Baltic Sea coast.

The economy here is extremely prosperous.

In particular, compared to Moscow as the political center, St. Petersburg probably evolved faster in its origin century.

There are many tall buildings on top of each other.

And many people don't know that many of them belong to Christopher's properties.

Even if Count Ivanovich is standing in the glass mirror wall on the top floor of his building, looking into the distance, his greedy eyes cannot take in the entire magnificent city.

But everything has two sides.

Even though there is such a prosperous economy here, it has gradually become more and more high-tech in recent years.

As a result, some workers in the old factories in Xiacheng District have gradually been left behind by the times.

The lower town of St. Petersburg is more like a corner forgotten by time, shrouded in a unique atmosphere of depression.

The narrow and winding streets are criss-crossed, and the houses standing on both sides of the streets seem to be mottled marks left by the wind and frost of the years.

Most of these houses are low and old, with the walls covered with moss of the years, and the mottled bricks giving off a sense of vicissitudes of life. In the dim corridors, the light is dim and cold, as if it wants to swallow people inside.

The pace of life here is slow and heavy, as if bound by an invisible force.

There were few pedestrians on the street, and occasionally a few people walked by in a hurry, with exhaustion and helplessness written on their faces.

In the shop windows, old goods are piled up, no one cares about them.

There is a dull and depressing atmosphere in the air, as if even the human soul has been infected by this environment and has lost its original vitality and vitality.

Right now.

A hunched old baron slowly walked out of the hospital door.

He lit a cigarette under a tree,

I took out the already wrinkled inspection report and looked at it.

And what was written on that test report was the information about his son who was beaten into a vegetative state.

Looking at the unoptimistic monitoring, I recalled what the doctor just said.

He coughed twice in silence, holding the piece of paper in his hand but not knowing how to place it.

Right now.

A familiar phone call also came, it was a female voice that sounded hoarse from crying:

"Brother, how is he?"

"There will always be a way,

Venisa, are you okay at school?"

Hear him say that.

In the office of a certain middle school, a beautiful and haggard young woman also whispered:

"Well, I'm fine.

Let’s talk about it when I get back.”

She was holding the cardboard box she had just packed, which was filled with things from when she was teaching in school:

A few textbooks, a dozen notebooks for preparing lesson plans, and a few carbon pens that were about to run out of water.

This is all that belongs to her.

A pink slip was placed not far from her desk.

Almost within two days.

My brother, who was working as a coast guard, was suddenly beaten into a coma and even became a vegetative state due to the violent resistance of a fugitive.

And I was directly dismissed by the academic affairs committee because of unreasonable complaints from some parents.

even,
To be continued...