"I heard that the guy was wearing a smiling human skin mask," the thief said. "He killed Talo and then escaped from Kane and Graham with the help of others."
There was a moment of silence around the long table. Sean knew that most of the people here were thinking about the Laughing Man's record and wondering whether they could do the same thing.
Of course, possible suspicion cannot be ruled out. After all, whether it is the Laughing Man or the rescuer, it is possible that he is at this table.
"In recent years, more and more explorers have left the organization." Red Dragon said, "These guys don't follow the rules and make the overall environment worse."
"I don't like that guy." Black Bishop lowered his voice, "He doesn't have the position that a King should have."
Sean listened quietly. He didn't understand what the bishop meant by "the position that a king should have". Was it to maintain the existing order?
"Maybe, I mean maybe..." the thief said, "we can absorb him into the club?"
"Impossible." The Titan Undertaker shook his head slightly.
"There is only one way to deal with a guy like that -" the invisible black centipede on the bishop's face squirmed faster, like a beating black heart, "Teach him a lesson and make him disappear, or learn to behave." .”
Sean found that Broken Wing Sariel seemed to have no desire to speak. He folded his hands, as if deep in thought or observation. Those plaster-like eyes seemed to be staring at himself.
Stay calm, they know nothing and have no evidence. The ark rose and rose slowly in the waves.
Soon, Sean breathed a sigh of relief. They were obviously not very interested in the Laughing Man. The topic began to change and they began to share some recent experiences.
As a newly promoted person, Sean naturally had little information to share, but he was a little surprised during the listening process - he somewhat understood why Catherine suggested that he attend. Although what was going on on the long table seemed to be endless chatter, one could hear a lot of rumors and news that low-level explorers would never know.
For example, he just learned that Kluwetan's Familia (former Judas Ring) has been eating away at the power of the Salvation Cult overseas. The world was in turmoil as a result of the Kluwetan's shaking.
The Holy Court is stepping up its efforts to train an elite group, selected from the elite warrior priests and shepherd dogs in each diocese. This elite unit will be led by Tiers Affleck, known as "Keene's Hound." This seems to be bad news for everyone here, indicating that the Holy Court intends to rely on itself and no longer rely heavily on the association when it comes to exploring the secrets.
In addition, some people purchased the limited supply of "Elixir Mist" at a high price in New York City. People who went to Northern Europe to search for the location of the White Birch Secret Medicine Club have gone to three batches and still have found nothing...
Either message deserves a note from Sean.
As a new member, he felt no pressure to share and just listened silently.
Soon, the topic turned to the upcoming election of the new president.
On this issue, the Broken Wing Sariel and the Golden Queen remained silent, and the Royal Marked Musketeer took off the pipe in his mouth, saying that Phillips' re-election was the better choice. His speech opened up everyone's conversation, and the remaining four people expressed their own opinions, and all of them supported Nietzsche.
According to common sense, it is safest not to express one's position on this issue. But obviously, as King-level people with voting rights, they want to seize every opportunity to persuade their colleagues and canvass votes for their favorite candidates. As a result, a slightly sensitive topic was discussed in an atmosphere of free speech.
"Look at what Phillips has done over the years! Now that the Holy Court wants to form an elite force, this just proves his failure."
"Nietzsche allows explorers to accept corporate funding, accept tasks directly released by private individuals, and will expand cooperation with the Holy Court... The association can finally abandon its pretentious attitude and truly join the game!"
"Think about it friends, what does that mean to us? We will get more exploration mission resources, get greater returns, and have greater influence..."
"We all have our own subordinates and followers. If Nietzsche can take over, the resources we can have will be comparable to the current Aces!"
Except for Kane and Graham, who are dedicated to other "causes", as explorers, this level's way of thinking is already different from that of lower-level explorers.
They are or have become a kind of core, the core of the explorer force in its embryonic stage.
It also means a kind of control. What you gain is what you lose. Sean thought silently in his mind. King-level crowns are like "capital". After being crowned, they will begin to endorse some external things...
They were still chatting and exchanging words, as if different winds were blowing in and out, trying to make an impact.
People are always controlled by something. Capitalists have become hunters of capital appetites, parish bishops have become the mouthpiece of the top theocracy, and the King class has to speak for a certain explorer force. Explorers stopped talking about ghosts and began to focus on profits.
I can't help myself. Sean felt that some kind of power enveloped this place like a giant palm.
Since three people remained silent, the voices of four people created an overwhelming atmosphere on the long table. However, the Musketeer, whose neck turned reddish, was not convinced, and he no longer tried to defend his beloved old buddy. Holding his pipe tightly between his teeth, he seemed to be able to see his fist clenching the ballot with Phillips' name on it.
Sean felt some sympathy for this stubborn, stubborn man for a moment. He is very stubborn and of course very brave.
"What about you? Mr. Ark." Red Dragon puffed out his broad chest and naturally raised the topic to Sean.
Then, several pairs of eyes turned to him.
Sean frowned slightly: I see...
King-level ones have a long standing history, do not have a high enough quotation, and will not change their stance casually on issues supported by the president. In other words, the Kings Club has long been divided on this issue, and no one can convince anyone. However, their unusually frank and frank talk just now turned out to be...
It turned out that I wanted to hear my position as a newcomer.
They were obviously at odds in their hearts, but at this point they had an amazing tacit understanding. Sure enough, any organization will knock and test newcomers.
Sean sneered in his heart: Do you really think you are an ignorant newcomer?
He spoke in a calm tone: "I don't care who is the president."
Sean recalled the first time he went to the Explorer Center. Next to the "Magic Vending Machine", Phillips handed him the bottle of holy water that ultimately saved his life.
His eyes were slightly dim, and he did not look at the hallucinatory "total solar eclipse" hanging above his head. It was like Frederic Nietzsche's ridicule.
Ask me who I support?
His heart was like a train burning red in the heart of the furnace, running at full speed, waiting for the day when it would hit the black sun hard.
