"Sir, this is the intercepted report." The butler put down the crystal chip.
In the study, Steven Lang's eyes were deep. On the night before the official opening of the play, everything had been sorted out. But he still couldn't accept the truth...
"You go out..." Langke looked very tired.
"Okay, sir." The old housekeeper left, leaving the lonely old patriarch sitting there silently.
After a long time, Langke picked up the crystal chip, but he didn't read the content inside. He just held it on his fingertips with confusion and sadness.
…
"Activating the "Total Isolation" plan is an order from the leader of the Speaker, and no one is allowed to violate it." Han Jingyu said this when he met with Steven Runck a few days ago. The two old rivals in the political arena have been for a long time.
There has never been a calm communication before, and this time is no different.
"But this is the House of Representatives, this is the joint government, this is not the royal court of the Zansbol Empire!" Langke stood up angrily, what is this kind of order? Rebuilding the empire?
"Do you think I don't know? You still need to explain it to me in detail?" Han Jingyu smiled, and he suddenly felt that his old friend and enemy was really childish sometimes.
Ronk sat down, his hands shaking.
"Then my children, why are they involved too?" Lang Ke is much older, and at this time he is no longer the deep patriarch.
"The leader of the Speaker is already investigating this matter, but you have to believe in what you believe in. It has never betrayed you! It's just that there is another hand, it is teasing us." Han Jingyu looked out the window and said to Ivan and Sai
He knew that all of this was no coincidence.
"Betrayal... If I deserve to be betrayed, it would be my honor, but now... there is no need." Langke left before finishing his words, leaving behind a string of sneers.
…
"Sir, Mr. Myers is here." It was midnight, and Langke had been sitting there looking at the crystal core on his fingertips for more than an hour.
After hearing this, Langke put down his core, straightened his clothes, and sat upright.
"Invite him in."
…
Miles was smiling outside the house, and this late-night visit was even more relaxing and comfortable than any previous meeting.
After sitting down in the study, the old housekeeper poured coffee for the two of them.
"Take away the coffee and open a bottle of Sadika." After the coffee was poured, Langke seemed to have come back to his senses.
He looked at Myers, with a hint of regret beneath his calmness.
…
"I once asked my personal psychologist a question before." The wine still exudes a charming color under the dim light.
Myers smiled slightly and listened attentively.
"It's a question about friends. I asked him, is this friend of mine really my friend? How do you think he answered? ...Teacher?" Langke took a sip. The wine was slightly bitter, then sweet, and finally
Turn into silence and soothe your heart.
Myers replied without thinking: "I think he will tell you that you have no friends, and the people around you are just a group of domesticated beasts."
After hearing this, Langke raised his eyes and looked at Myers, forcing out a bleak smile.
"You really know me."
Myers shrugged, and he shook the wine glass, but then put it down without drinking.
"Stay awake at all times. This habit has been maintained for many years, right?"
"Well, although the wine is good, it is only for physical satisfaction. I don't have such high pursuits for these things." Looking at the wine bottle, Myers' smile glowed coldly.
"Then..." When Langk heard this, he hesitated for a moment, and then asked with gritted teeth: "Then why did you choose that path? These two children, Alvin and Sera, admired them so much
You? You... always, I really don’t understand why..."
Myers was not surprised at all by this sudden question. He came in formal clothes today and took his time, so he had expected everything.
"Limited art is copying like a sketch. No matter how detailed and perfect it is, it is just copying. But the infinity of freehand brushwork is the real freedom. For that kind of freedom, who to sacrifice is just a process of choice." Myers
His tone was so calm that it was chilling, as if it was not too much for him to secretly create all this.
But after Langke actually heard this answer, the last bit of expectation in his heart was shattered. He clenched his fists, wishing he could tear the man in front of him who he once admired so much into pieces.
But he didn't do that. He tried to be as calm as possible because it was still a night of revenge.
"At first, Sera was not part of the plan. Really, I just didn't expect that another force would get involved and easily mess up everything. Then my lovely niece, she saw something she definitely shouldn't see.
So it just makes sense that I have to make some contribution to my own beliefs." There are still some flaws deep in Myers's character, which makes him, like all extremists, accustomed to being in situations they despise.
Show off your uniqueness in front of others.
"But later when I saw Serra's puppet returning, I was very sad, but my Lord told me that this was to save more people. You should feel honored, and Serra should feel honored as well, so
..." Myers paused for a moment, then smiled and said: "My heart finally felt peaceful, and I even felt a little happy."
After listening to this statement, Langke's face was ashen. At the end, he laughed angrily. Madmen are indeed madmen. Even sin itself can be digested by them into the sublimation of self-praise.
"What about Alvin? What did Alvin do wrong?" Langke's tone was very tired, and he looked at Mels with cold eyes.
Myers replied: "Evan's biggest mistake is his excessive utopia. He should not give hope to those reptilian descendants of the empire. Doing so is harmful to the order itself. After all, they will die sooner or later, so why give hope to them?"
Are they creating a dream in which they can live happily? Moreover, on this point, aren’t you also insistent? The burial expenses of 50 million Thain have already been paid in advance, haven’t they.”
"Don't compare me with you, that makes me feel sick!" Langke was not angry. His tone became heavier, but his speaking speed did not speed up because he was laughing at the devil-like scum in front of him.
Myers spread her hands and seemed to regret the result.
"Okay, I know you can't accept all this, because you, like the poor father and daughter of the Han family, are steadfast maintainers of order. In your eyes, the law of the dark forest is the same as the truth.
So, I am actually quite grateful, and the Lord is also very grateful to you for everything you have done. Although you just inadvertently created this seemingly glorious Garden of Eden for the Lord, the Lord is indeed very grateful for it." Myers lay down and he
Put your hands on your lower abdomen, and the thumbs and index fingers of both hands unconsciously touch each other to form a right triangle.
"Ha..." Langke smiled after hearing this. His smile actually made Mers, who looked like a winner, a little nervous.
"Then how does your Lord plan to thank us? To absorb us as new believers? To create a new world?"
Myers was stunned for a moment, then his smile grew thicker, and he replied softly: "No, in fact, on the way to paving the way for a new era, you will become heroes and be written into history."