No one thought that Jamil, who was backed by the secret party veteran Dragon Slaying Family and had great power, would suddenly die in the ice cellar, and was killed by an ancient sword without an owner.
When a group of researchers in white clothes gathered around, they saw an extremely tragic scene of death. If it were any other environment, the strong smell of blood would almost hit him head-on.
But this is an ice cellar storage room at minus 50 degrees Celsius, and the intensity of the irregular movement of molecules is greatly reduced.
Jamil was unrecognizable based on the condition of his body, as he had been cut in half with a sword from head to toe.
"What happened just now? Please explain it carefully." A staff member asked the assistant next to him. They were the only two people in the ice cellar just now.
"Director Jamil stretched out his hand to touch the ancient sword with a black sheath, but the sword came out of its sheath and killed the person." The assistant who had been following Jamil replied in a daze.
This answer was so unbelievable that even when it came from his own mouth, it felt absurd.
How could a sword without an owner kill someone? But no matter how hard he tried to recall the situation at that time, he could only think of a bright golden light rising into the sky, and then, the old man in a black suit was cut in half, and fell down, bloody and bloody.
"Norma, can you call up the monitoring effect in the ice cellar?" The staff member looked at the assistant's dazed expression, frowned, pressed the headset and asked.
Although Jamil was notorious among the faculty and staff of the college, he died inexplicably in the school's underground base. The staff here must give a reasonable explanation.
"Sorry, your authority level is insufficient. I suggest you show the principal's approval." Norma's cold female voice echoed in the empty storage room. After the red dragon's majestic body was splashed with a layer of scarlet blood, it became more mysterious, noble and ferocious. The song is still shocking, like a king showing contempt.
The dead skeletons seemed to be laughing, laughing at the greed and pitifulness of the ants, at their smallness and fragility. This news was quickly transmitted by Norma to the ears of Angers, who had just finished the meeting. His face darkened and he suddenly waved his right hand.
"What's wrong, principal?" Many professors who were about to go down to carry out the meeting arrangements stopped and looked at the white-haired old man in a suit above.
"Jamil died in the ice cellar." Angers whispered, his tone not low and sorrowful, but very serious.
And the professors all opened their eyes wide with disbelief on their faces.
"How is it possible? It was an intruder who did it." Manstein had been working at Kassel College for decades and had never heard of such a strange thing.
"This matter needs to be investigated as soon as possible and a result must be obtained, and then the director of the Conor School will be notified by email." Angers only said this in front of the professors, and then hurriedly dismissed the meeting.
Many professors who looked at each other were left standing there.
"Let's go have a drink together later?" Guderian invited several familiar professors. As a permanent teaching assistant, he had feelings for every student and employee in the college. He would hear that a certain commissioner was unhappy. After his death, he would wear a memorial funeral suit with white roses and present a bunch of white chrysanthemums in front of his tombstone.
Except, of course, that idiot Jamil. Several middle-aged and elderly professors readily agreed. They were all disgusted with Jamil's incompetent and arrogant style, and were not even willing to waste a moment mourning for him.
France, a top winery. This is the private winery of a mysterious powerful man. It occupies an extremely large area, with hundreds of hectares of grape trellises growing and spreading.
The castle built entirely of white marble is located in the vineyard, and its magnificence is no less than that of Chateau Margaux, the most magnificent winery in the Medoc region.
Four giant white carved columns support the towering roof of the castle, which is divided into four floors. The semi-elliptical windows are engraved with special cross-shaped patterns, and the towering roof is covered with rows of lead-gray tiles.
In the winery cellar, cultivating high-standard red wine requires strict temperature, humidity and a series of factors in the air.
Rows of dark brown wooden shelves display a dazzling array of red wines, with various labels indicating brand type, date of birth, grape variety, alcohol concentration, etc.
The most beneficial reason for underground wine cellars for brewing high-quality red wine is that they are protected from light and shock, and at about six meters underground, their temperature and humidity are relatively constant, which fully meets the storage requirements for wine fermentation.
But in such a quiet, deep, and dim environment, there was a gentle vibration. A beautiful assistant wearing a black and white oL professional skirt and black stiletto heels was carefully walking down the solid wood stairs into the wine cellar.
Two men wearing thick white protective suits followed. The blond woman walked straight to the row of wine racks to the south, and gently twitched an inconspicuous bottle of 90-year-old wine on the third floor, and then there was a clicking sound like a mechanism being triggered.
A brown wall suddenly rises, revealing another aspect of the wine cellar. This is a relatively small compartment, only about thirty square meters, with a low-temperature sleep chamber made of silver-white metal placed in the center.
Various detection instruments representing vital signs and flashing light spots are placed around. Looking inside through the transparent quartz glass cover, one can see an old man with wrinkles like cracked bark lying flat in the sleeping cabin.
Judging from the old man's face, we can vaguely distinguish some similarities with Jamil. Nowadays, his whole body is covered with various precision catheters, which rely on the delivery of nutrient solution to maintain the basic operation of various body functions. Even a mask to assist in inhaling oxygen is inserted into his mouth and nose.
"Mr. Conor originally told us to wake him up in 2012, but now..." A middle-aged man wearing protective clothing who followed us seemed hesitant.
"No one expected the death of Mr. Jamil. Besides, you also saw the notice sent by China's Lee Group. We need Mr. Conor to make a decision." The plump female white-collar worker tilted her head slightly. , showing a capable and decisive look, the two people behind him no longer have any meaning.
Soon, the woman stretched out her delicate fingers and pressed the red wake-up button outside the cryogenic sleep chamber. The moment the button was pressed in the cabin, a mechanical friction sound was quickly heard. The tubes that maintained Conor's body functions were cut off. The transparent quartz glass cover moved away smoothly with the operation of the mechanical arm, and the old man's body inside was slowly lifted. Sit up straight.
After nearly thirty minutes of long waiting, the old man with a wrinkled face finally opened his eyes, with a pair of cloudy and dim pupils with a hint of anger.
"What's the matter?" He sat on the pure black backrest of the sleeping cabin, looked at the people operating various instruments in front of him, opened his mouth, and spit out a low, hoarse voice.
"Mr. Conor, we had no choice but to wake you up." The female secretary looked at the man with a high collar who was over a hundred years old and swallowed softly with a slight tremor.
Although he slept in this cellar for a long time, when he woke up, he was still the same group of people who held supreme power.
Even a look in his eyes is as majestic as a liger.
"Your brother Jamil has passed away." A man behind the female secretary said cautiously, raising his head slightly from time to time to observe the old man's expression.
But the sadness or anger that the man expected did not appear on Conor's face. Instead, a stiff smile appeared on his wrinkled face with dense age spots, which could not help but chill the hearts of the three people in front of him.
This person is so cold-blooded!
"What's going on?" The old man stopped his smile and asked gloomily.
"According to the email sent by Norma, the secretary of Kassel College, Mr. Jamil died in the ice cellar of the underground base. The cause of death... was an ancient sword." The man said the last sentence with some hesitation.
"An ancient sword?" The old man slowly listened to the man's narrative, and then his cold eyes became rippled.
"According to legend, it is a famous Chinese sword, Tai'a. It is owned by the orthodox heir Li Longyuan, who just attended Kassel College this year."
"Orthodox?" Conor narrowed his dim eyes and recalled the title, but he couldn't remember it clearly.
"Then Li Longyuan killed Jamil. Isn't there an old saying in China that 'a murder must be punished with a life'. Do you still need me to teach you how to do things?" The old man's tone became more and more cold.
Even though Jamil is an idiot who can't stand up to the wall, he still represents the face of their petit family.
As for the reason given by Kassel Academy for killing someone with a sword, Conor absolutely did not believe it. The Dragon Slayer family are not theists. The sword is a murderous weapon and must be controlled by others to kill people.
This is just a reason to cover up their students. But no matter how excellent his bloodline is, or how much he is appreciated by his mentor or even Ange, he will die.
However, the three people who heard the old man's order looked at each other with embarrassed expressions.
"Mr. Conor, it's like this. Shengtang Group, a subsidiary of Li's orthodox company, closed all our business offices in China within one day and repatriated all overseas staff."
"They asked us to hand over Mr. Jamil and provide compensation." It was the blond female secretary who finally responded.
Such a magnificent deed was unbelievable even to her, but it really happened. It was like a stone was thrown under a calm and clear shoal. What emerged was not a fish, shrimp or turtle, but a ferocious dragon roaring up to the sky.
Conor's expression had completely changed at this moment, from calm to sneer to astonishment. The Petty family has established countless foreign-funded companies, especially investment companies, around the world. The markets of large countries with a population of more than 50 million have all been opened up, forming a huge and stable financial chain.
But just like this, he clearly understood how powerful the forces behind them were that could uproot these foreign-funded companies in one day.
While this organization is showing off a certain amount of muscle, it is also saying such cruel words. It is not just a bickering, but the beginning of a war.
"Tell the Gattuso family that the Petit family has been provoked and threatened and needs to convene a meeting of elders." The old man lowered his head slightly and thought for a while, then took off the ruby silver ring on his right index finger and handed it to the female secretary.
This is a token passed down from generation to generation among the elder families of the Secret Party. Once any family encounters a major crisis or difficulty, they can choose to present the token to the ruling family and convene a meeting of elders.
In the past hundred years, the most powerful family in the Camarilla has been the Gattuso family in Italy, and the meeting location was also the place where their family patriarchs have lived for a long time, the small town of Portofino.
"Yes." The female secretary took the ring and respectfully stepped out with the two men in protective suits behind her.
In the 30-square-meter cubicle, Conor sat up slightly and looked at the dim and yellow walls around him, with strong unwillingness in his eyes.
It would be great if you could live forever. After sitting quietly for a while, the old man stretched out his withered hand and pressed the button beside him. Conal's body slowly lay down under the influence of the machine, the transparent quartz glass cover slowly closed, and the underground wine cellar returned to calm again.
Among the three people who climbed up the wooden ladder, the young man walking at the end smiled under his transparent mask.
In the thousands of miles of frozen sea, the black-robed emperor had put away his fishing rod and sat idle on the head of the dark giant snake. At this moment, Li Longyuan had the courage to jump on the sea monster called Leviathan and stretched out his hand to touch its tough and thick scales.
And Leviathan only made a loud and melodious sound, without any violent and ferocious emotions.
"Last time in Bronze City, do you still remember what you said?" The black-robed emperor put his hands on his knees and suddenly asked Li Longyuan.
"I told you at the beginning that you would yell out with red eyes, 'Give me your power.'" The emperor's joke immediately made Li Longyuan a little embarrassed.
"I didn't expect that you would discover the soul of Chuuni that I had hidden for so long." The handsome young man suddenly stretched out his fingers to cover half of his face, imitating the tone of the comical protagonist in Japanese comics.
"Then do you still remember what I said?" The emperor ignored Li Longyuan and just waved his large robe suddenly, and the expression on his handsome face suddenly became serious.
"I know, any help comes at a price." The young man replied.
"Next time I attack, I will take half of your life." The black-robed emperor stood up and looked at the lonely silver moon hanging in the night sky with an unquestionable tone.
"Then I will fight to make my life more valuable." Li Longyuan slowly put down his palm and looked at him with burning eyes. The giant black snake or silver-gray fish under his feet opened their mouths and roared into reality. Voice.
The rolling sound and waves tore apart the frozen black sea, and also tore apart Li Longyuan's dream.
"Master, Master, how are you? Are you awake?" When the young man wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown opened his eyes slightly, he saw a nervous little face approaching him.
Zhao Xi had been guarding Li Longyuan for two days and one night.
"What time is it now?" the young man asked after being a little stunned.
"November 29, nine o'clock in the evening." Zhao Xi answered obediently.
"It turns out that two days have passed." Li Longyuan recalled the battle with the red dragon that night and couldn't help shaking his head.
"You should go back to sleep. I'll be fine when I wake up." The young man stretched out his hand to press the girl's head and said softly.
He could see Zhao Xi's tiredness, and he also knew that this usually ignorant and gluttonous girl must have suffered a lot in taking care of him these two days.
"No, I want to stay and take care of the young master." Zhao Xi refused Li Longyuan's proposal for the first time, with a firm look on his face.
"Sir, are you hungry? I'll bring you some porridge." The girl looked at the young man lying on the hospital bed and asked with some cuteness and concern.
