"As expected of you, you managed to kill all the bat-winged demons down here in such a short period of time. I really don't know who is the monster."
The guy who spoke was very strange, and William couldn't remember the face that was looming in the candlelight.
He was so pale and young, as if he had been drained of several liters of blood. When talking to William, he seemed to be talking to an old acquaintance.
William frowned, walked up to the other party, and asked him coldly: "Who are you?"
The guy's head stood up and he chuckled: "You know who I am."
William's face darkened, and after thinking for a moment he replied: "How did you find this place? Didn't you meet anyone else?"
"Who? Miria or Menshu Wound Club?" the pale young man asked knowingly.
William knew that the other party was making fun of him, and he immediately became a little angry: "You know what I'm asking."
The other party spread his hands and replied in a meaningful tone: "When I came, the house was already empty, but... I know where its owner has gone, in Sanflang..."
The information about Miria's death in Sanfran came back from there not long ago. William got the news at about the same time as the stranger in front of him, so he was not surprised.
The stranger was a little disappointed, but William stretched out his hand to him and said, "Hand it over."
The other party looked surprised: "What?"
"Don't play tricks on me!" William's eyes became sharp, his feet rustled, and the sand that came from nowhere surrounded the lounge chair and moved towards the people above.
The pale-faced young man hurriedly raised his hands and admitted defeat: "Calm down! Calm down! I'll give it to you."
After speaking, he handed the letter in his sleeve to William's hand.
"It seems that after you became a knower, you gradually no longer take me as the director in your eyes..."
William glanced at him indifferently, opened the envelope and took out the letter paper inside to check it.
The young man chuckled, "Aren't you afraid that I might have tampered with the letter paper to plot against you?"
William quickly read the contents of the letter without even raising his head, and then said: "Miriya and the Menshu Wound Club are really in cahoots."
The young man clapped his hands twice: "That's right, and they have already planned the time and place to start."
"Just in Renekton..." William's face darkened, "The penultimate stop of His Excellency the President's speech tour."
"Yes, yes, he will act under our noses, and he will not take us, the Inspection Bureau and the Anti-Suppression Department, at all." The stranger put his hand on his chin.
William clubbed his cane and stared at him: "So, you have informed the President of the situation?"
"No, not..."
"Huh? Why do you want to hide it? Isn't this our responsibility?"
"I just want to avoid alerting the enemy." The strange young man raised his fingers at William and continued, "Aren't you curious why those guys wanted to murder President George?"
William frowned, thought for a moment and then replied: "Perhaps it is a party struggle, and the shadow of the Progressives can be found in many events."
The young man shook his finger: "No, you are thinking too simply. If you are running for office, the price of hiring people from the secret sect is unpredictable. Those smart people who play politics will not do such a stupid thing.
"
William continued to frown and looked at the young man suspiciously: "What clues do you have that you haven't told me yet?"
At this time, the young man finally left the comfortable rocking chair, stood up and stroked the damp wall on the side. His playful expression could be seen under the weak candlelight.
This expression was extremely annoying to William.
"Speak quickly," he urged.
"Don't be anxious, we have to talk about this matter slowly." The young man put down his hand and turned around to answer, "Have you ever thought about why the Serbian government vigorously promotes the prohibition of alcohol?"
prohibition?
William frowned, he didn't expect that this was what the other person said.
Looking back on the overall situation of the country when this law was introduced, there are actually many reasons for the ban on drinking alcohol.
First, the factory owner complained that his employees would drink too much after get off work, which affected product production efficiency, so he supported a ban on alcohol.
There are also women's organizations that believe that men who drink alcohol will have bad tempers, beat their spouses when they mess up, and make a lot of messes for women to wipe their butts, so they support the prohibition of alcohol.
Then there are the group of extreme religious elements in the Northern Holy See who regard alcohol as a scourge in their teachings from beginning to end, and strongly demand that White Crown introduce a ban on alcohol.
Therefore, Prohibition was promoted naturally after President George came to power.
This almost destroyed the interests of the entire country and led to many resistances. However, after the establishment of the Prohibition Bureau, many people who dared to challenge this law were arrested.
Then, the private wine industry in underground wineries emerged, and the price of wine doubled, which can be described as a great spectacle in human history.
But... what does this trivial matter have to do with the threshold wound? What does it have to do with the Progressives?
The biggest threat that President George poses to the Progressives is the proposal to make the assets of government officials public.
Even if the Slavery Abolition Act offended the largest group, it was the slave plantation owners in the southwest.
So...what was Prohibition?
William kept thinking about it, but still felt it was very strange. He asked the young man: "You don't want to tell me that the reason why those guys hiding in the dark want to murder the President is because of the Prohibition, right?"
Snapped!
The young man snapped his fingers: "Correct answer!"
"Hmph...it's unbelievable, such a small thing is worth it..."
"Of course..." the young man interrupted William's teasing, "because you don't know the core issue."
"What's the core issue?" William's expression was gloomy.
Next, the young man gave an important explanation.
"Do you know Earth Bones?"
William's gloomy expression was turbulent for a moment: "Earth bones?"
"Yes, maybe I can call it its full name, Earth Bone."
The young man continued.
William was somewhat familiar with this term, but he couldn't remember what it was for a moment.
"Sounds like a relic?"
"It's not a relic. It's more ancient than a relic. You can think of it as something that supports the existence of the material world. I'm not sure what it is specifically."
The young man's words were difficult for William to understand, but he did not dwell on this point, but asked the other party what the so-called earth bones were for.
The young man went on to explain: "Alcohol may be just a trigger. Think about it, after humans are drunk, their mental and spiritual bodies will be in a state that is difficult to control. It is a dissociated state. You
They will lose their rationality, have confused judgment, see hallucinations, and walk unsteadily..."
"Then what?" William raised his eyebrows.
The young man chuckled: "What if I told you that this state of being on the verge of fainting can be induced by the earth's bones to enter a secret place?"
William's expression suddenly changed: "What do you mean?"
The young man's eyes suddenly became serious: "I mean, maybe... that group of people are conducting an experiment so that all ordinary people who drink can enter the secret hotel!"