"You should have heard the saying that an old immortal's intuition is sharper than a hound's nose." After mocking himself with a cunning laugh unique to an old man, Old Lubo's expression and tone immediately changed. To be calm and plain: "I would like to say it is intuition, but it is not. From you, I see the shadow of another person..."
He paused for two or three seconds, and did not wait for Antony to move his eyes away from the sika deer's eyes and ask "Who is it?", so he said to himself: "The position you are sitting in now was also occupied by Caesar of Ogla in the sixteenth year... …”
As expected, this succeeded in making Anthony turn his head. He was stunned for a moment, obviously caught off guard. He subconsciously glanced down at the single sofa under his butt, and then asked softly in surprise: "Really?"
Old Lu Bo smiled proudly: "Of course, he didn't wear a mask at that time."
Anthony twitched his lips, but finally said nothing and picked up the cup of coffee in front of him.
Old Lubo pressed the control button on the armrest of the rocking chair, and the entire living room became transparent. The densely packed sensors and projection capture lenses appeared, and distant words with a sense of the past came out of Old Lubo's withered mouth. Slowly drifted into Anthony's ears.
"Sixteen years ago, I had the opportunity to become the biggest supporter of Ogra Caesar. He came here from the most remote star field of Ogra, tens of thousands of light years away, and proactively asked to meet me. At that time, he was not yet At the age of sixteen, from the perspective of an old man like me, he is still a child. He has a high-spirited and high-spirited spirit that is unique to all geniuses who become famous at a young age. However, I realized that deep down in that child's heart, there is actually an adult. The calmness and tenacity that he lacks are his most valuable qualities, which he may not have realized yet."
"I could see at a glance that he must have a bright future. However, at that time, it was impossible for me to support him. Before him, I had already invested in another promising person, Star Eater Viking - you may I don’t know this person, maybe not many people remember him now——”
"This universe only remembers the winners, but forgets the losers very quickly," Anthony interrupted Old Lubo and said, "But I happen to know this person."
"Really, that's good," Old Lubo nodded and said, "He was a man of great influence sixteen years ago. An eighth-level combat-type potential, the person closest to a legend at that time. Unfortunately, Viking The countries of Persis and Ogra are mortal enemies, old enemies of the Hundred Years War. What is even more unfortunate is that I have invested in Viking for twenty years, and I have been secretly investing since he was eleven years old when his potential was confirmed. I am in He had so many chips on his back that it was impossible to turn around. He didn't even have the chance to hedge his bets and sit on the fence. Caesar was sixteen years old and had just seen the dawn of the future. He was as weak as a fledgling that had just hatched its shell. . And Viking was thirty-one years old at the time, the golden age for superpowers, approaching his final breakthrough. If I dared to invest in any other potential candidate on the eve of his breakthrough, even if it was just a gesture of goodwill, it would be tantamount to betrayal. Loyalty lies in The night before victory is always particularly important."
"This was a meeting that was doomed from the beginning to have no ending. It was impossible for me to meet him. That day, I had been sitting in the small room behind the fireplace in my hand, quietly watching Caesar in your Now sit in this position for one hour, 48 minutes and seven seconds, and then leave."
"Six months later, he received support from Zhang Tianyuan, the founder of the Pan-Arm Navigation Company. Nineteen months later, Ogra won the war. Another three years later, a new round of war began. This The second time was initiated by Ogra. Two months after the war started, he killed the Vikings on the battlefield. A month later, Ogra's army occupied the capital of Posis, where he celebrated his twenty-first birthday. Again Two and a half years later, he finally broke through the final limit and became the legend and Caesar of Ogra. In this year, Ogra completely annexed Posis."
"In the eight years from that year to today, my Galactic Route Company and I never had any chance to enter the vast star sea in the Outland. He didn't need to say anything at all, and his attendants would mark it on the list themselves. Dropped. After one time, all the countries in the Outland understood. Although the controllers in the Outland have many conflicts with each other, they are always willing to show a little friendship in such small things."
"The children of my family expected explanations and even foolishly tried to make amends. However, it is impossible to explain and unexplainable. As for remedies, any remedies are meaningless. Our great Mother Earth There is a wise saying, repaying evil with kindness, how to repay kindness? If remediation after the fact can be useful, what should he give back to Zhang Tianyuan? A pan-spiral airline company is definitely not enough... This is what speculators with superpowers are like, you will never I don’t know which person the goddess of fate will favor, and I don’t know how long I have to wait for an opportunity. So when one appears, you must seize it immediately, and once you place your bet, you cannot go back on it, even if another one appears immediately after it. Better opportunities.”
"So, from then on, I would never bet on anyone again, so I became a well-known rich man who supports people with super powers. The universe thought that I was casting a wide net to try to catch a big fish to save my life in Europe. In fact, laymen and naive children will never understand the failure and loss of Gracaesar's vision. Investment without loyalty will not be rewarded by those in power. In fact, I stopped investing until I saw you today. ——I am happy to use the short flight route you like to make you owe me a favor that will be returned in the future, and at the same time, it will also satisfy me a regret that has lasted for many years."
"I don't need to owe any favors that need to be repaid in the future." Anthony looked at Old Lu Bo and seemed to be filled with emotion. He nodded and said, "I think I can return the favor now."
He raised his hand to Sasha, and Sasha handed the prepared business card into Old Lubo's hand.
"This is..." Old Lubo's eyes wrinkled into slits, and a light flashed in his cloudy eyes.
"I think it should be enough for your descendants to meet Shaw-Begg or Samanda and get a license for your family."
Old Lubo suddenly opened his eyes: "How do you know Lord Critikus's chamberlain?"
Anthony pointed to the business card: "I just once knew the person who left this badge."
Old Lubo took a breath: "This is really surprising."
"There's nothing surprising," Anthony said casually, "Everyone is bound to owe favors. It's most appropriate for me to repay you with a favor from many years ago."
Old Lubo lowered his eyes again, and a wise smile rippled from his wrinkles. He waved the business card in his hand and said: "I think the favor of this secret envoy cannot be repaid by a short branch route. What should I use to repay you? Please tell me directly, my old guy's heart Still tough enough.”
"You have given me enough in return. I think it is enough to compensate for it. Maybe he owes you more. I feel that maybe failure will help him more than support." Anthony seemed to be happy with this. Feeling a little tired of the conversation, he dropped the coffee cup and stood up, "I think it's time for me to say goodbye..."
Old Lu Bo frowned, then smiled: "In that case, please accept my other thoughts."
He pressed on the armrest of the rocking chair, and the servants brought in twelve beautiful girls from outside the door. They are in their prime, blooming like flowers in their youth, standing on two sides, slender and beautiful in different ways.
"These female slaves are specially prepared for you. If you are satisfied, just accept them."
Anthony frowned.
"Please don't refuse," Old Lubo said immediately, his expression was extremely kind, and his tone revealed a thorough understanding of the world: "I am almost ninety years old, young man - can I call you this? I am enough You are so old that there are no more secrets in life. I can see at a glance that there is a deep desire suppressed in your body, and your eyes are full of strong abstinence. Believe me, an old man, you need it most now. It’s about relaxing.”
"Or don't rush back. We are still several hours away from the spaceship. There is a nice hot spring behind this wooden house. Why don't you spend some pleasant and comfortable time there with these girls. Relax and be better on your way. .You seem to be putting too much pressure on yourself."
"The beautiful time in life is so short. If you miss it, it will never come again. When you are my age, you will know that even if you still want to indulge, all the things that can be enjoyed in life are gone."
"No need." Anthony dropped these three words expressionlessly and walked past the beautiful maids towards the door.
These three words and Anthony's back crashed into Old Lubo's brain. For a moment, it seemed as if he had traveled through time and overlapped with the image from sixteen years ago, which shocked him all over. One sentence blurted out: "Who are you?"
"You don't have to know who I am?"
"Can I ask, why do you need that channel?" Old Lubo stood up, his tone a little nervous.
"I think I told you at the beginning," Anthony stood and turned to look at Old Lubo. "Ah, I just forgot to mention that you'd better wait until you die to use that favor. Anyway, you are already too old. It takes too long to wait, but it should still be too late.”
…
Anthony thought he had repaid a heavy favor from his youth, so he returned to the spaceship very happily. He rarely paid attention to the problem of the dining table: "The lady should be back soon, right? Prepare what she likes again, and I will wait for her to use it together later. Lunch.
"The lady is back early." One of the valets happened to be passing by the living room, so he stopped at a distance and answered. Anthony couldn't help but frown, and his eyes fell on a stack of books held in the arms of one of the valets.
"The young lady is in a bad mood because of Wuqi's psychological problems," one of the valets further explained. "She said she had no appetite for food. After the doctor left, she has been taking care of Wuqi in bed."
So after the valet took off Anthony's coat, he went directly into Wuqi's room.
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