No one thought that Jamil, who was backed by the secret party elders and the Dragon Slaying Family and had immense power, would suddenly die in the ice cellar and be killed by an ancient sword without an owner.
When a group of researchers in white clothes gathered around, they saw an extremely tragic scene of death. If it were in any other circumstances, the strong smell of blood would almost hit them head-on.
But this is an ice cellar storage room at minus 50 degrees Celsius, and the intensity of the irregular movement of molecules is greatly weakened.
Jamil was unrecognizable based on the condition of his body, because he was cut in half with a sword from head to toe.
"What happened just now? Please explain it carefully."
A staff member asked the assistant next to him. They were the only two people in the ice cellar just now.
"Director Jamil stretched out his hand to touch the ancient sword with a black sheath, but the sword came out of its sheath and killed the person."
The assistant who had been following Jamil replied in a daze.
This answer was so unbelievable that even when it came from his own mouth, it felt absurd.
How can a sword without an owner kill someone?
But no matter how hard he tried to recall the situation at that time, he could only think of a bright golden light rising into the sky, and then, the old man in a black suit was cut in half and fell down, his flesh and blood mangled.
"Norma, can you call up the monitoring effects in the ice cellar?"
The staff member looked at the assistant's dazed expression, frowned, pressed the headset and asked.
Although Jamil was notorious among the faculty and staff of the college, he died under mysterious circumstances in the school's underground base. The staff here must give a reasonable explanation.
"Sorry, your authority level is insufficient. It is recommended that you show the principal's approval."
Norma's cold female voice echoed in the empty storage room. After the majestic body of the red dragon was splashed with a layer of scarlet blood, it became more mysterious and noble. The ferocious head was still shocking, like a king showing contempt.
The dead skeletons seemed to be laughing, laughing at the greed and pitifulness of the ants, at their smallness and fragility.
This news was quickly transmitted by Norma to the ears of Angers, who had just finished the meeting. His face darkened and he suddenly waved his right hand.
"What's the matter, principal?"
Many professors who were about to go down to carry out the meeting arrangements stopped and looked at the white-haired old man in a suit above.
"Jamil died in the ice cellar."
Angers whispered, his tone not low and sad, but very serious.
And the professors all opened their eyes wide with disbelief on their faces.
"How is that possible? An intruder did it?"
Manstein has been working at Kassel Academy for decades and has never heard of such a strange thing.
"This matter needs to be investigated as soon as possible and a result must be obtained, and then the school director of Konar will be notified by email."
Angers only said this in front of the professors and hurriedly dismissed the meeting.
Many professors were left standing there looking at each other.
"Let's go have a drink together later?"
Guderian invited several professors he knew well. As a permanent assistant professor, he had feelings for every student and employee in the college. When he heard that a certain commissioner had passed away, he would put on a memorial suit and a funeral suit.
Pair it with white roses and present a handful of white chrysanthemums in front of his tombstone.
Of course, except for that idiot Jamil.
Several middle-aged and elderly professors readily agreed. They were all disgusted with Jamil's incompetent and arrogant style, and were not even willing to waste any time mourning for him.
France, a top winery somewhere
As the private winery of a mysterious powerful man, this place occupies an extremely large area, with hundreds of hectares of grape trellises growing and spreading.
The castle built entirely of white marble is located in the vineyard, and its magnificence is no less than that of Chateau Margaux, the most magnificent winery in the Medoc region.
Four giant white carved columns support the towering roof of the castle, which is divided into four floors. The semi-oval windows are engraved with special cross-shaped patterns, and the towering roof is covered with rows of lead-gray tiles.
In the winery cellar, cultivating high-standard red wine requires strict temperature, humidity and a series of factors in the air.
Rows of dark brown wooden shelves display a dazzling array of red wines, with various labels attached to indicate brand type, date of birth, grape variety, alcohol concentration, etc.
The reason underground wine cellars are most beneficial for brewing high-quality red wine is that they are protected from light and shock, and they are about six meters underground. The temperature and humidity are relatively constant, which fully meets the storage requirements for wine fermentation.
But in such a quiet, deep, and dim environment, there was a gentle vibration.
A beautiful assistant wearing a black and white OL professional skirt and black stiletto heels was carefully descending the solid wood stairs into the wine cellar. Followed by two men wearing thick white protective clothing.
The blond woman walked straight to the row of wine racks to the south, and gently twitched an inconspicuous bottle of 90-year-old wine on the third floor, and then there was a clicking sound like a mechanism being triggered.
A brown wall suddenly rises, revealing another aspect of the wine cellar.
This is a relatively small compartment, only about thirty square meters, with a low-temperature sleep chamber made of silver-white metal placed in the center.
There are various detection instruments representing vital signs and flashing light spots around.
Looking inside through the transparent quartz glass cover, one can see an old man with wrinkles like cracked bark lying flat in the dormant cabin.
Judging from the old man's face, we can vaguely distinguish some similarities with Jamil.
Nowadays, his whole body is covered with various precision catheters, which rely on the delivery of nutrient solution to maintain the basic operation of various body functions. Even a mask to assist in inhaling oxygen is inserted into his mouth and nose.
"Mr. Conor originally told us to wake him up in 2012, but now..."
Following him, a middle-aged man wearing protective clothing seemed to be hesitant.
"No one expected the death of Mr. Jamil. Besides, you also saw the notice sent by China's Lee Group. We need Mr. Conor to make a decision."
The plump female white-collar worker turned her head slightly, showing a capable and decisive look. The two people behind her no longer meant anything.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Soon, the woman stretched out her slender fingers and pressed the red wake-up button outside the cryogenic sleep chamber.
The moment the button was pressed in the cabin, a mechanical friction sound was quickly heard. The tubes that maintained Conor's body functions were cut off. The transparent quartz glass cover moved away smoothly with the operation of the mechanical arm, and the old man's body inside was slowly lifted.
Sit up straight.
After nearly thirty minutes of long waiting, the old man with a wrinkled face finally opened his eyes, a pair of cloudy and dim pupils with a hint of anger.
"What's up?"
He sat on the pure black backrest of the dormant cabin, looked at the people operating various instruments in front of him, opened his mouth, and let out a low, hoarse voice.
"Mr. Conor, we woke you up because we had no choice but to do so."
The female secretary looked at the man with a high collar who was over a hundred years old and swallowed softly with a slight tremor.
Even though he had been sleeping in this cellar for a long time, when he woke up, he was still the group of people who held the supreme power. Even his eyes were as majestic as a liger.
"Your brother Jamil has passed away."
A man behind the female secretary said cautiously, raising his head slightly from time to time to observe the old man's expression.
But the sadness or anger that the man expected did not appear on Conor's face. Instead, a stiff smile appeared on his wrinkled face with dense age spots, which could not help but chill the hearts of the three people in front of him.
This person is so cold-blooded!
"what happened?"
The old man stopped his smile and asked gloomily.
"According to the email sent by Norma, the secretary of Kassel College, Mr. Jamil died in the ice cellar of the underground base. The cause of death... was an ancient sword."
The man said the last words with some hesitation.
"An ancient sword?"
The old man slowly listened to the man's narration, and then his cold eyes became rippled.
"According to legend, it is a famous Chinese sword, Tai'a. It is owned by the orthodox heir Li Longyuan, who just attended Kassel College this year."
"orthodox?"
Conor narrowed his dim eyes and recalled the name, but he couldn't remember it clearly.
"That means Li Longyuan killed Jameel. Isn't there an old saying in China that 'it is only right to kill someone to pay for life'? Do you still need me to teach you how to do things?"
The old man's tone became increasingly cold.
Even though Jamil is a fool who can't stand up to the wall, he still represents the face of his Petit family.
As for the reason given by Kassel Academy for killing someone with a sword, Conor absolutely did not believe it.
The Dragon Slayer family are not theists. The sword is a murderous weapon and must be controlled by others to kill people.
This is just a reason to cover up their students.
But no matter how outstanding his bloodline is, or how much he is appreciated by his mentor or even Ange, he will die.
However, the three people who heard the old man's order looked at each other with embarrassed expressions.
"Mr. Conor, it's like this. Shengtang Group, a subsidiary of Li's orthodox company, closed all our business offices in China within one day and repatriated all overseas staff."
"They asked us to hand over Mr. Jameel and compensate him."
It was the blond female secretary who finally responded. Even she found such a magnificent deed unbelievable, but it really happened.
It was like a stone was thrown under a calm and clear shoal. What emerged was not a fish, shrimp or turtle, but a ferocious dragon roaring up to the sky.
Conor's expression had completely changed at this moment, from calm to sneer to astonishment.
The Petty family has established countless foreign-funded companies, especially investment companies, around the world. The markets of large countries with a population of more than 50 million have all been opened up, forming a huge and stable financial chain.
But just like this, he clearly understood how powerful the forces behind them were that could uproot these foreign-funded companies in one day.
While this organization is flexing its muscles, it is also saying such harsh words. It is not just a bickering, but the beginning of a war.
"Tell the Gattuso family that the Petty family has been provoked and threatened and needs to convene a meeting of elders."
The old man lowered his head slightly and thought for a while, then took off the silver ruby ring on his right index finger and handed it to the female secretary.
This is a token passed down from generation to generation among the elder families of the Secret Party. Once any family encounters a major crisis or difficulty, they can choose to present the token to the ruling family and convene a meeting of elders.
In the past hundred years, the most powerful family in the Camarilla has been the Gattuso family in Italy, and the meeting location was also the place where their family patriarchs have lived for a long time, the small town of Portofino.
"yes."
The female secretary took the ring and respectfully exited with two men in protective suits behind her.
In the 30-square-meter cubicle, Conor sat up slightly and looked at the dim and yellow walls around him, with strong unwillingness in his eyes.
How wonderful it would be if I could live forever.
After sitting quietly for a while, the old man stretched out his withered hand and pressed the button beside him. Conor's body slowly lay down under the influence of the machine, the transparent quartz glass cover slowly closed, and the underground wine cellar returned to calm again.
Among the three people who climbed up the wooden ladder, the young man walking at the end smiled under his transparent mask.
Thousands of miles of frozen sea, the black-robed emperor had put away his fishing rod and sat idle on the head of the dark giant snake.
At this moment, Li Longyuan had the courage to jump on the sea monster called Leviathan and stretched out his hand to touch its tough and thick scales.
Leviathan only made a loud and melodious sound, and did not show any violent and ferocious emotions.
"Do you still remember what you said when we were in Bronze City last time?"
The black-robed emperor put his hands on his knees and suddenly asked Li Longyuan.
"I told you back then that you would yell out with red eyes, 'Give me your power'."
The emperor's joke immediately made Li Longyuan a little embarrassed.
"I didn't expect that you would discover the soul of Chu Er that I had hidden for so long."
The handsome young man suddenly stretched out his five fingers to cover half of his face, imitating the funny tone of the male protagonist in Japanese comics.
"Then do you still remember what I said?"
The emperor ignored Li Longyuan, but waved his long robe suddenly, and the expression on his handsome face suddenly became serious.
"Know that any help comes at a price."
The young man replied.
"Next time I attack, I will take half of your life."
The black-robed emperor stood up and looked at the lonely silver moon hanging in the night sky with an unquestionable tone.
"Then I will fight to make my life more valuable."
Li Longyuan slowly put down his palm and looked at him with burning eyes. The giant black snake or silver-gray fish under his feet opened their mouths and let out a roar that turned into reality.
The rolling sound waves tore apart the frozen black sea, and also tore apart Li Longyuan's dream.
"Master, Master, how are you? Have you woken up?"
When the young man wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown opened his eyes slightly, he saw a nervous little face approaching him.
Zhao Xi has been guarding Li Longyuan for two days and one night.
"What time is it now?"
The young man asked after being a little stunned.
"November 29, nine o'clock in the evening."
Zhao Xi answered obediently.
"It turns out that it's been two days."
Li Yongyuan couldn't help shaking his head as he recalled the battle with the red dragon that night.
"You should go back to sleep. I'll be fine when I wake up."
The young man stretched out his hand to press the girl's head and whispered.
He could see Zhao Xi's tiredness, and he also knew that this usually ignorant and gluttonous girl must have suffered a lot in taking care of him these two days.
"No, I want to stay and take care of the young master."
Zhao Xi rejected Li Longyuan's proposal for the first time, with a firm look on his face.
"Master, are you hungry? I'll bring you some porridge."
The girl looked at the young man lying on the hospital bed and asked with some cuteness and concern.