Count didn't finish speaking and walked past him to the car.
The neatly arranged subordinates all bowed their heads and saluted: "Sir!"
Someone came over and opened the car door for him. Just as Count was about to get in the car, he suddenly remembered something. He turned back to look at Zhu Huan and asked, "How are Miss Fujiwara's funeral arrangements going?"
"My lord, everything has been done!" Zhu Huan replied respectfully.
Count frowned slightly. After all, Fujiwara Keiko was the one who brought him into this life of turmoil, so he was not without a little sentimentality about her sudden death.
But why did she suddenly die when she was fine?
Fujiwara Keiko died of a myocardial infarction. He suddenly felt a little bad because he thought of the God of Death who had been ruined by him.
"Where is the old lady?" He tried hard to suppress the complexities that tortured people's hearts and humanity and continued to ask.
"The old lady knows that you are going directly to the Fantasy Alliance, so you have already gone to the Fantasy Alliance to wait for you."
"What did you say? She went to the Fantasy Alliance?" Count quickly got into the car without waiting for Zhu Huan to answer.
Since there is no airport in Kyoto, the plane was parked in Osaka, and it was still more than an hour to drive to Kyoto. So before Count could sit down, he anxiously ordered the driver: "Drive, now!"
Zhu Huan, who was outside the car, quickly closed the door and made a departure gesture. All his subordinates quickly took their places and got into their respective cars.
The motorcade set off, and Count took out his cell phone. After thinking for a long time, he dialed Fujiwara's cell phone.
The call was connected, and before he could speak, he heard Fujiwara Ka's vigorous and powerful voice coming from the other end of the phone: "Hao, are you here?"
"Yes, grandma, you suddenly returned to Kyoto, and I am very worried about your health."
"Really? It's rare that when your mind is full of that woman, you can still think of me, an old woman?" Fujiwara Xiang was obviously still angry about Xia Yucheng.
Count wanted to stabilize her, so he said: "Grandma, let's talk about it after we meet! If you have anything unhappy in your heart, wait until I come back and we will talk about it in detail. I...I can consider your suggestion..."
"Don't worry, I don't have to take this matter to the Fantasy Alliance meeting hall. You will understand later that grandma is doing it for your own good. When you come back, meet me first. I have something very important to say to you first.
."
"good!"
After hanging up the phone, Count tightened his grip on the phone in his hand. Although the coldest period had passed, it was still very cold outside.
The air conditioner was on in the car, and Count suddenly became irritable. He dropped his cell phone, loosened his tie with one hand, and unbuttoned two shirt buttons.
There are ten elder-level people in the Fantasy Alliance, six of whom are elders who have experienced three generations of heads of the Feng family, and the other four have taken over the position of deceased elders.
The last time he returned to Kyoto, he was in a hurry and had never seen half of the ten elders in person. He could only rely on the photos he saw during imitation training to deepen his impression.
It seems that convening an elders meeting is really a big deal. Otherwise, why would Fujiwara-san go to the Fantasy Alliance?
Count felt that he had taken a wrong step and was too anxious to show off and enjoy his rights.
But the words have been let out, and it is impossible to take them back. In any case, we can only bite the bullet.