"Is this all aimed at Baron Syndras? Against the Bank of South Wales?"
After the Marquis of Vergara left, Philip, who had been silent for a long time, picked up the cold black tea and drank it in one gulp, as if drinking it would answer his doubts. The conversation just now made him feel that what he was facing was not a political issue, but a political issue.
It's an economic issue.
"Of course it is aimed at Baron Syndras. Whether you want to use the kidnapping case to make him unable to worry about the South Wales Bank, or you want to simply distract him and make wrong judgments, it is all aimed at him."
Rawls sat back on the sofa and tapped his fingers on the armrest. The down stuffed orange leather covered the sofa to absorb the sound, which made him feel quite at ease.
His judgment was based on the identity of Baron Sindelas, who has connections with both parties. Although the relationship with the Conservative Party is not good now, it is because of Philip's relationship. The Baron still has good relations with some conservative party bosses.
Friendship, the congressmen who appeared at Silveras Field before still believed in Baron Sindras in their words.
But once something happens, especially related to extraordinary affairs, there is no doubt that the Conservative Party will be the hardest hit. After all, Sindras obtained his title through donations to the Conservative Party.
It's just that since Sindras has problems and cannot withstand the investigation of the three major churches, then Hvin Rambis does not need to spend so much effort... Rawls' tapping movement stopped, and he forgot the biggest thing.
The problem is that Baron Sindelas is very eager for the 3% of Coim's shares in Caron's hands, which is not consistent with his status as a big banker.
Coim Company is just an anthracite and charcoal company. It developed by taking advantage of the trend of air pollution management. Its current market value is only about 300,000 gold pounds. Even if it can develop to a market value of one million pounds in the future, for Sindra
It's nothing to Baron Si.
Someone wants Baron Syndras to acquire Coim Company, certainly not for money...but for the idea of changing the times? But isn't this what the Twilight Hermit would promote?
For a moment, Rawls really felt that he had a headache. It couldn't be that both parties were members of the Twilight Hermits, right? When he thought about it, he found that this was not impossible.
Although the Twilight Hermits have a belief in the original Creator and wait for His awakening, what they often do is to interfere with the progress of history and make it meet their own needs. But as Russell said, at least there is
Half of the people have their own purposes.
In this case, it is not impossible for them to have conflicts or even engage in secret games. It does not rule out that they have the same purpose but opposite paths.
Rolls rubbed his chin, thinking that this situation was the most likely and more suitable for cleaning.
"What are your thoughts?" Philip, who was already familiar with Rawls, knew that this was a sign that his friend had finished thinking, and asked impatiently.
"The most important thing for us now is the general election!" Rawls sat up straight. He needed the Conservative Party to continue to be in power and Philip as an ally. "First, the death of Senator Vadra should be concealed first and communicated to his family.
Whether there was a crime or not, let’s prevent the murderer behind his suicide from taking out evidence and putting it in the newspapers, and be prepared to use him as a victim, so that voters will think that there is something wrong with our investigation!” Horrible!
Phillip's expression suddenly became solemn, and his eyes wandered uncertainly.
"Second, communicate with Baron Syndras to ensure that he has no problems. Whether it is a bank or a kidnapping case, he is most likely being framed, but he probably also has problems. We need to help him solve them. His title is to
If the Conservative Party receives donations and if there is a problem, voters will only think it is our problem.
If the problem with him is really big, let him get closer to the New Party, and let out the news that the New Party will promote him when he obtains a knighthood. Although it will hurt us more, it can also affect the New Party.
Third, collect issues from New Party members, such as the Nozick case that I handled, and the air pollution control they advocated. In the rush to implement it, there must be many problems, which will muddy the waters and make voters think that both parties exist.
Question, can't tell right from wrong.
Fourth, let Prime Minister Agushed lead the Conservative MPs to discuss some good proposals, including the better ones among the bills passed in the past five years, such as the Poor Law, minimum wage guarantees for workers, working hours regulations, and the abolition of the Corn Laws.
When it was published in newspapers as propaganda materials, it was stated that this was a policy promoted by the Conservative Party when it was in power and would continue to be promoted...
While publicizing these, we must strengthen interviews and reports on large factory owners who support the new party. They may not do what the bill requires, highlighting their cruelty..."
Philip's face darkened when he heard that he wanted to keep Baron Sindras, but when he heard that he was ready to abandon him, his face improved a little. After hearing this, he nodded repeatedly, these are indeed
What the Conservatives need to do.
These were all obsolete in Rawls' time, but they are still useful today.
The current Conservative Party still obtains seats through the power of the aristocracy. It does not need to rely on the votes of high-paid workers under big factory owners like the new party. Both have disadvantages. As long as they use their strengths and avoid weaknesses and have adequate publicity, it is enough. In this regard, I accept Bell
There is no problem that Rawls, with the resources in Nader's hands, and the Conservative Party's own strength can overwhelm the new party.
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In the dark basement, three flames shot up from the candle, one blue, one dark green, one blood red. The candle flame swayed, and the outermost part of the flame was surrounded by a circle of black smoke, like a skull that did not look like a human being.
The eye sockets, nostrils, and mouth are filled with dancing flames. Horrible
This is an altar, an altar with only three candles on it.
But there is a wall in front of the altar, a wall about three meters wide and two meters high. Its surface is uneven and uneven. It is not made of stone or bricks, but more like a body with limbs and heads removed.
The trunk was then plastered with a layer of cement and white ash.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! A naked figure with a slightly hunched back approached the altar, and three strange rays of light intertwined. The figure looked obviously old, but the wrinkles were not obvious, and the skin was even moist.
On the face, shadows of different shades are cast, as if the face is wearing a dark colorful mask.
His lips kept moving, reciting obscure words with the meaning of death and filth. As he recited, the non-human skull outside the candle flame gradually became clear, North McGrath, more accurately.
In other words, the gloomy colored mask on McGrath North's face became blurrier and more inhuman.
His back was more stooped, his neck was elongated, and his head seemed to be plunged directly into the soil. His skin became dark, with strange patterns and wrinkles on the surface, but his hands were raised high instead, his ring finger and little finger degenerated, and the remaining three fingers
It grew longer and blacker, as if it were carved out of black rock.
When the three non-human black smoke skulls swelled to the size of a normal human head, his deformed demonic claws suddenly grabbed his back and used such force that his demonic skin was torn apart.
Down, the naked, human-shaped McGrath North jumped out.
His skin became more moisturized and his wrinkles became lighter. He bowed towards the altar and exited the secret room.
And the naked Baron Sindras walked in, with his eyes also bent and slightly trembling, he walked to the demon skin. As soon as he touched it with his hands, the demon skin full of wrinkles and mysterious patterns seemed to
He regained his vitality and wrapped him up.
"Zi La"
The sound was like the sound of pork falling on a red-hot iron plate, and the black smoke filled with depravity filled the air, and the dull screams of pain were blocked in it.
About a minute later, Baron Sindras, whose original appearance could no longer be seen, knelt in front of the altar, like a strange human-shaped black rock. His eyes were already blood-red, and his pupils were completely invisible. He also read the words.
It contains obscure and dirty words.
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The flames of the three candles suddenly shot upward again, and the three skulls made of black smoke that did not look like humans merged with the weird three-color light to form a huge blurred shadow, which was projected on the wall in front of the altar.
.Dark red blood oozed out from the uneven walls and turned into blood mist. The nauseating smell of blood filled the air.
The blood mist enveloped Baron Sindras, who was kneeling in front of the altar, and slowly seeped into his body. Horror
After an unknown amount of time, the blood mist dissipated, and Baron Sindras, who was completely naked and returned to his normal state, climbed up from the ground. The three candles on the altar had burned to the end, and the light returned to the normal dim color.
The wall in front of the stage disappeared, and all the abnormal factors in this secret room disappeared.
"Praise to you, my lord!
Thank you, my master!"
After praying, Baron Sindras exited the secret room, put on his clothes and transformed into the multimillionaire and big banker from Loen.
When he came to the study, McGrath North had also dressed and sat on the main seat of the sofa.
"Master, do you have any new orders?"
"Yes, the master needs us to complete a ritual. He needs a ritual that is enough to convey part of his power."
With a smile on his face, Sindras walked to the single sofa and sat down, completely no longer worried about yesterday.
McGrath looked at Sindras with his dark brown eyes, his smile was warm, but his voice was cold:
"It seems that I have to complete this ceremony."
"I can help you this time."
Baron Sindras rubbed his clean-shaven chin and looked out the window with his pale blue eyes.
"Haha, this is really a strange thing." McGrath straightened his slightly hunched back, "You can't even deal with a normal person who has been trained for a long time. How can you help me complete the ritual? If you want to let the master's
To transfer power, even if it is only partial, it requires at least a thousand fresh blood."
"The ceremony requested by the master this time is in the Southern Continent. It is very easy to gather a thousand people there."
"Southern Continent?"
McGrath's mouth began to open unconsciously, so big that you could see his black tongue, the accumulated saliva, and the deep depths of his throat. Sindras coughed and asked him to raise his hands to his mouth.
After rubbing both sides twice, it returned to normal.
"Besides the Southern Continent, does the master have any other requirements?" McGrath's throat squirmed, and there was a roar in his abdomen.
"Within ten days."
Sindras' tone was quite calm.
If it were in the Northern Continent, even if he and McGrath teamed up, they would not be able to complete the task within this time point, but it would be easy to complete in the Southern Continent, where the most people are people and the people who receive the least attention are people. Within ten days
A thousand people can still get it together.
"You'd better restrain your appetite. I can accept dozens of them. If there are more, the master won't let you go if you can't gather the power needed for the ceremony."
"Don't worry, it's enough. If you're still hungry, I can look for you after the ceremony."
McGrath couldn't help but open his mouth again. The ceremony just now also had a certain burden on him.
"Do you think that after the ceremony is completed, the clergy who are preaching in the Southern Continent will be blind? At least they will be demigods chasing you. Can you escape?"
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An island on the edge of the Raging Sea, but closer to the Rossed Sea, is where pirates are active. Whenever a big event occurs at sea, such as the navy launching a crackdown on pirates, or a big melee between pirates, some have no strength.
, pirates who have no ambition will choose to hide on such a small island.
As time went by, such a small island also developed into a place for trading and living among pirates, and a small port city was established. However, because it was too far off course and too close to the Raging Sea, it did not attract merchants
s arrival.
At the corner of the island, Klein, who was dressed incompatibly with the pirates on this island, looked helplessly at the vast expanse of calm sea in front of him. He just felt that he was so stupid. Why didn't he take Mr. Azik to find the "Admiral of Hell" earlier?
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Originally, he thought that he could use the fish-man cuff pin dropped on the "Black Tulip" to divine the location of Ludwell at any time. But now his fish-man cuff pin fell into the sea and he wanted to find it in the vast sea.
How can a ship be so easy?
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Klein scratched his head, found a hiding place and walked four steps backwards to reach above the gray fog. He had divined this result before he came, but he came anyway. After all, he couldn't find Ludwell, so he had to catch the fish.
If you take back the human cuff pins, you can sell them for hundreds of pounds!
He picked up the "Poseidon Scepter" and drove the fish that swallowed his murloc sleeve pin to the shore, then returned to the real world and stood on the beach waiting.
After about half an hour, he finally got his fish-man cuff pins and fastened them on his suit sleeves. Then he planned to ask the pirates on the island to see if anyone noticed Luther's behavior a few days ago.
Weir and Agaritu fought nearby, where either side went.
As soon as he turned around, he felt a dark shadow appear in the corner of his eye, and then turned around to look at the sea in the distance.
Not one o'clock, but several o'clock, ten o'clock! Horrible