Remember to be wary of the inspectors from the EU Aurora side, some of the heretics among them have already begun to question."
"As commanded,
The great Cardinal St. Wolfgang.”
"besides,
How is Laurenz Riel doing now?"
Regarding this second question, the other purple bishop Eschenbach who answered was not so vigilant:
"They are just a group of descendants of drifters who want to occupy the Lost Sea.
During this public entrance day of Laurenz Riel, our nails have been mixed in.
And he will definitely be able to obtain the chief position."
"nail,
This word is not used well.
Eschenbach, go back and copy the Bible a thousand times."
The old Cardinal Hermann von St. Wolfgang continued unhurriedly:
"The assistant you just mentioned.
If this mission is completed well.
He will be a different kind of ‘evangelist’ to Laurenz Riel and the sinners of [Hughey Farr].”
at the same time,
Along with countless poems belonging to the civilizations of the third or even fourth era, they began to be rewritten in the fifth era.
The dust of history ripples again in the torrent of time.
One Chase Manhattan Plaza in Manhattan, which once witnessed Suvin’s brief stop on White Christmas Eve as Rhine, has now become the majestic backdrop of the J.P. Morgan Chase headquarters.
And right at the top of that skyscraper,
In a conference room with simple yet luxurious decoration, a man in his fifties had a calm face and deep eyes.
He was staring at the other end of the data conference screen.
At the other end of the video was Forenza Morgan, who had just returned from the [Saint-Hueyfar] border war with a defeat.
Although he was still holding a cigar and looking like an American tough guy, Forenza Morgan was a little tired at the moment.
He also completely lost the confidence he had when negotiating with the betrayer Ignatius.
Old Morgan put his hands behind his back and said with a bit of majesty in his tone:
"Forenza.
After you failed in that battle, you chose to escape into the legendary Gate of the Abyss and then traveled to the Lost Sea from the other side.
It is out of consideration to avoid punishment,
Or do you have other plans?"
"You are wrong, father.
I am not escaping, but I have found an opportunity that may lead us to a new era.
The legacy of [Twilight Stars],
The conceptual warfare capabilities they possess are exactly the great resources we dream of.
The heirs of that group of civilizations from the old era even mastered genetic modification technology that was not inferior to the Blood Source Code.
In particular, the ability to achieve cluster evolution may even have far surpassed the second-generation Dragon Skeleton Code project currently being promoted by the Rockefeller family.
Although based on exact information,
Rockefeller has captured a living half-dragon.
However, due to the assistance of the remaining forces of the [Dragon Hunter] civilization, the [Dragonborn Research Association] is temporarily unable to clear the gap between them.
Now is our chance."
But Old Morgan didn't listen to the excuse in his words. He just said coldly:
"This is the last chance I give you,
Forenza.”
The man's tone revealed unquestionable determination,
“Whether it’s Rockefeller, Rothschild, Windsor or Walton, many behemoths have already begun their deployment across the galaxy.
Even the Windsor family, which holds the seat of Queen of the Commonwealth, has already made breakthrough progress in the development of dozens of planets in several major star chains.
Not to mention,
Once Rockefeller and Dupont join forces with the Thirteenth Night Watch of the American Federation, if they really succeed, they can block the route to the Lost Sea.
Then whether it is future resource competition or star field development work, we will be in an extremely passive situation.
You may even lose the chance to turn around forever.
This is your last chance,
If you miss it again, your brother will inherit all your control rights."
"I see,
Father."
Forenza's answer was brief and powerful, and he did not reveal any more of his emotions.
Just like,
The man with the cigar was just acting out of control.
at the same time,
After completing the in-depth exploration of the projection ruins of Space Station No. 47 that was destroyed by the swarm of insects in 18742 of the Silver Ring of the Third Era.
Su Wen kept thinking synchronously about the next game process without any hesitation in taking action.
After all, a thorough understanding of the history of the Third Age civilization will determine his next actions.
Perhaps it is more likely to be the most important step.
even,
Among the speculations of Mr. Handsome Scholar.
This No. 2 [Permanent Magnet-Lanna Lanna Bodu] is very likely to be one of the truly large library branches within Lawrence Riel College.
"If you think about it this way, who actually led me here.
Answer,
Perhaps it’s self-evident.”
【Old Constance.】
The name inevitably came to his mind.
In this way, the group of people went deep into the quiet and mysterious hinterland of the academy, which was gently surrounded by the gorgeous aurora.
Miss Joyce also kept looking left and right cutely during this period.
She is full of curiosity about everything.
In the quiet and slightly bookish atmosphere, the group could hardly see any pictures that had the same meaning as the word "weird".
But at this moment,
A sudden, extremely weak cry for help broke the tranquility.
This voice was different from the extremely dull voice they encountered at the entrance before.
On the contrary, it is extremely real!
At this moment, even Qin, who had always been calm and self-possessed, couldn't help but stop. There was a trace of doubt and concern in her eyes:
"Mr. Rhine,
Is this another hallucination?"
"uncertain."
As a scholar, Su Wen always relies on facts, so he did not make nonsense directly, but instead snapped his fingers very coolly.
Suddenly,
The azure appraisal vision enveloped everything.
It observed towards the location of the faint sound.
With Su Wen's deep blue identification vision, he accurately captured the source of the distant and weak cry for help.
His eyes were also accompanied by the simulation of three-dimensional projection,
Finally, it settled on a vague figure that was deeply hidden in a dark corner of a majestic building.
The figure looked extremely hazy under the appraisal vision, with unclear outline, as if shrouded in an invisible layer of fog.
Perhaps this is the result of the [Appraisal Vision] being disturbed by the strange and unspeakable rules of this place.
despite this,
Even in this blurry picture, he could still vaguely distinguish the deep red image of a living entity:
"It's not a projection,
Apart from us, are there any other invitees here?"