Although the entire building seemed deserted, Wayne knew that Bulwer was inside.
As he expected, when he knocked on the door for the second time, there was a low reply from inside.
"Please come in."
Wayne opened the door.
In the still tidy office, no lights were turned on.
Only the faint moonlight shone in from the window, reflecting the unclear figure sitting in the main seat.
Echos walked in, seemingly completely unprepared.
"You surprise me, Mr. Bulwer," he said.
The figure on the main seat stood up and walked into the moonlight.
"Are you..." Bulwer looked at his attire and asked uncertainly: "Miss Echos?"
Under the cloak, the corners of Wayne's mouth twitched.
Forget it, this is a necessary sacrifice to hide your identity.
He adopted the default attitude.
"I am a person who has always had grievances and revenge." Ecos said, "Last time, I was framed for no apparent reason. Lord Bulwer must have contributed to it, right?"
Bulwer paused.
"You misunderstood." He said sincerely, "I don't know about this."
Wayne smiled.
The whole office was suddenly dyed with a strange color.
It's as if the various colors that were originally there have become countless times richer in an instant, and they mix together, giving people a feeling of dizziness and nausea.
Seeing such a scene before him, Bulwer's expression changed.
"It's already reached this point, so why don't we stop pretending to be peaceful?" Ecos said. "That good friend, are you still hiding aside to watch the show?"
As he finished speaking, another figure walked out from an inconspicuous corner.
Seeing his face, Wayne raised his eyebrows.
It was the strange man I saw at Cirque du Soleil that day.
At that time, in his own perception, this person was as powerful as an unfathomable abyss.
However, at this time, in Ecos' view, even if he and Bulwer, the two top experts next to him, combined, they could only solve the problem in ten minutes.
"Is this Laird?" he asked.
The man smiled and said, "I have heard of the reputation of Mr. Ecos for a long time. Today is the first time I have met him."
He put one hand slightly below his left shoulder and bowed his head very politely.
"Introduce yourself, I am Norman Laird." The man announced his identity frankly, "The son of Grand Duke Laird..."
Wayne didn't speak for a moment.
In the unusually brightly colored room, there seemed to be strangely shaped shadows swimming back and forth on the walls or the ground.
Faced with such overwhelming hostility, Norman Laird showed no signs of panic.
"Your Excellency, I feel very sincerely sorry that my subordinates acted recklessly and made mistakes that offended you."
After saying this, Norman straightened up.
"With the strength you have, which I have never seen before in my life, if you want to do something, no one should be able to stop you."
"But the reason why you made a harmless joke in this way. I thought it must be something you can use us for."
He was better than Wayne imagined.
Wayne was noncommittal.
He walked into the inner room, crossed his legs and sat on the main seat that originally belonged to Bulwer.
Norman had been hiding in the corner before, probably because he wanted to secretly measure the strength of the visitor and see if he could ambush him.
Now that I have met Echos in person, it seems that he is full of sincerity and came specially to attend the appointment.
However, now Wayne is not worried about what trouble these two people can cause him.
This room has been set up with a magic circle. From the moment he knocked on the door, the people inside could not escape.
"Does Grand Duke Laird actually have a son? I have never heard of it."
His voice was indifferent, and no direction could be heard.
After hearing Echos' question, Norman and Bulwer looked at each other.
Later, Norman decided to speak on his own.
"Actually, it's a long story." He organized some words.
He explained the events of that year in less detail.
Archduke Laird was indeed killed on the spot during the Battle of Brumaire. However, because of the cover of his loyal subordinates, his wife deceived the pursuing soldiers with the body of a maid that was burned beyond recognition by fire magic.
After being moved to a safe place, the Duchess was so sad that she almost wanted to follow Archduke Laird.
However, during the most painful days, she discovered that she was pregnant.
This made her happy.
While hiding incognito, she successfully gave birth to the child.
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"Um……"
Wayne touched his chin.
He resisted the idea of asking the other party's mother if there was any old sweetheart around.
"So, with the thought of avenging your father, you pulled together a bunch of old men to stir up trouble?"
Hearing this, Norman chuckled lightly.
"Is this called stirring up trouble?...Maybe."
He said indifferently, "I just want those people back then to pay the price."
Wayne put his fingers on the desk and tapped them.
"What about you, Lord Bulwer?"
He looked at the commander-in-chief of the city guard standing by the window under the moonlight. "As a Lornes, you have successfully gained the appreciation of His Majesty the King. What is your reason for betraying the kingdom?"
Bulwer hesitated for a moment, as if he was debating whether to tell the truth.
After a long time, he sighed.
"Your Excellency Ecos."
Bulwer turned his head and looked at the bright moonlight outside the window and a row of potted cactus plants bathed in the moonlight.
"Have you ever experienced the idea of wanting to change the world?"
Wayne's hand tapping the table gently paused.
He didn't speak.
However, after the person at the window asked this question, he didn't want to hear his answer.
"The son of a noble is still a noble, and the son of a minister is still a minister..."
He whispered, "But apart from these noble people, have you ever seen the poor begging for food by the dirty, smelly ditch?"
The poor are lower-level existences than ordinary civilians in the class chain.
"They don't own anything, they just live in a hazy way. One day of food means they can live for another day, and they may die of hunger or disease anytime and anywhere."
"In the eyes of the nobles, these poor people cannot even be called human beings, but another kind of...eye-catching garbage."
"And I was, once, one of those pieces of shit," Bulwer said.
Wayne was slightly startled.
"As far as I know, Lord Bulwer is not from a lower-middle-class aristocratic family on the northern border?" he asked indifferently.
"On the surface, is it completely impossible to imagine my past?"
Bulwer smiled to himself.
"But that noble status is fake."
He said, "My true identity is the chief intelligence officer of the rebel army."
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