Blue Zone, meeting room.
The old guys in crisp black suits sat at the table, one by one, wearing antique dresses as if they had been turned out from the bottom of a box in some museum.
In the seat, the strange chairman wearing a purple fashion suit and ka1ika1i custom sunglasses is the most lively one, talking and laughing, and talking with a group of old subordinates who have not seen him for a long time.
"Macaulay, we haven't seen each other for more than three years, your head, can you count how many now?"
"Yes, Mr.
President, the last time was in '98, and I was passing through Hawaii on business, and I happened to meet you on vacation there," Macaulay said, recalling the situation back then, the old and unchanging elder put his arms around two native Hawaiian Polynesian beauties, wearing a pair of beach pants, wearing short sleeves with large flowers that can stun eagles, two hands on one side and one on each side of the arms of two coffee-skinned beauties, and his fingers playing the piano generally rubbing the oil rhythmically on people's slightly fat belly.
"It's been a few years, and I really miss the blue sea and silver sand there, as well as those beauties who can roll eggs on their bellies" The solemn meeting was brought into a nondescript atmosphere by the humorous and slightly obscene tone of the strange chairman.
"Ahem, cough, cough" Butler Ross hurriedly reminded his old master before the disciplinary investigation meeting turned into a wind and moon blowing water conference: "President, the theme of today's meeting is to discuss the internal investigation of Tianmu Company, if we talk about private matters, we can arrange a party after the meeting." ” "Oh" Strange President patted his head, like an old man with amnesia who suddenly sobered up, "Look at my memory, I almost digress."
But it's rare for someone to be so complete, and I just sighed for a while. ” Indeed, these nineteenth-century veterans have been in seclusion after World War II, and many things have been carried out by young and powerful people like Charlemagne, who played an important role in World War I and II, many famous battles and Cold Wars such as the Cuban Missile Crisis.
The youngest of them are over 100 years old, and Moriah's bloodline gives these people an extraordinary vitality, and if they don't die in an accident, living to be 100 years old is basically as easy as playing.
The door of the conference room was pushed open, and the beautiful secretary of the administration department brought hot coffee to the people present.
"Ahem, ahem," Ross had to pretend to cough again.
"Ah, meeting, meeting, meeting, meeting."
The Elder glanced at the closed door, took a silver flask from the pocket of his glittering purple suit, poured the contents of the Scotch whisky into his coffee, and mixed it with a small spoon.
"I'm here today to say one thing."
The elder seemed to have returned his mind to normal, and the expression on his face finally stopped being rich and became dignified, "Regarding the internal investigation of the Tianmu Company, my opinion is that it will be carried out by the Discipline Investigation Department within the Tianmu, and our headquarters will not interfere, as for Finch, I personally guarantee his identity and personality, and there is no need to suspend him for review." ” If you don't make a sound, it's a blockbuster.
The unprepared members of the Supervisory Board almost squirted the coffee in their mouths on the table, and one of them, Curtis, coughed the coffee into his trachea and almost coughed his lungs out.
"Curtis, what's wrong with you" the elder snorted twice, "You can cough like this with a cup of coffee, I said it a long time ago, you don't always worship your body like a church, you have to be like a playground, have you heard a sentence, you want to live a long and healthy life, smoke, drink and eat fatty meat, go to bed late and get up late without exercising, and have more friends with different friends" "Ahem, ahem," Curtis coughed even more as he listened.
"President" Butler Ross couldn't help but say, "It's just a good opportunity" "There is an old Chinese saying, don't be suspicious when employing people, don't use suspicious people.
I know Rose's little calculations, but let me remind you that the Sky Curtain Company is in charge of all the work of the American Branch, if you forcibly take over, have you ever thought about the consequences" The elder no longer had the slightest cynical expression on his face, and became extremely serious, "There are so many half-bloods, you think you can suppress it by sending two people If you plan to take over, I want to ask, who can take Finch's position" When he got to the point, all the members of the board of supervisors whispered to each other.
"I think Master Neo can do it."
"He is the future of the Habs family, and he is also the future president of the Presbyterian Church, it's time for him to experience it and try to be on his own." ” "Neo is my grandson."
The elder said, "I love him more than anyone in this room."
However, I believe he doesn't have the ability to lead a branch for the time being, especially a half-blood branch.
You forgot that in Sierra Leone he stole the Sword of Glamer, but did not wield a full force of that sword, and I am sure you know what I mean by this, God has not intended to recognize Neo as a worthy successor for the time being. ” "But" Grand Butler Ross tried to argue, but saw one of the Elder's hands raised in the air.
"No one can disobey Odin's will, and Grammer only recognizes the king, an unqualified king, who is not qualified to be the future leader of the Presbyterian Church, even if he is my grandson."
Everyone's hearts were shaken, and the meaning behind these words was clear to everyone.
In the poems Eda and Songa Sakya, it is mentioned that Odin inserted the sword Gemmer into the "pillar of the heirs" in the palace of King Walsonga, and told the people that whoever could draw the sword would have it and be loved by the gods and become a true king.
Every future head of the Habs family will try to use Glamer to fight the Atlantisians, and only after wielding the power of the Glamer Holy Sword to the maximum and killing the suzerain-level monsters can he be recognized by the family and become the real future head of the family.
"I'm a little interested in the other guy, though."
"I heard that there was a half-breed named Dragonyun who fought with Gramo and Fafnir Dragons in the waters of Freetown, and severely injured each other."
"My lord, it's just a half-blood, it doesn't matter."
The butler of Ross said, "How can he be compared to the noble young master Neo" "Yes," the elder seemed unimpressed, "but how do you explain that Grammer can wield so much power in his hands, and judging from the information I have obtained, he wielded at least sixty percent of Grammer's strength." ” "Sixty percent" everyone whispered again, and the face of Butler Rose was like a piece of waste paper that had been stepped on countless times on the ground, and it couldn't be worse.
"Speaking of this Long Yun, Gege, a member of the Operations Department of the Sky Curtain Company, once reported to the headquarters that this person's bloodline is not pure, and his origin is unknown, and she once witnessed him use Hela's exclusive underworld power in the underworld."
"And he has only been in the canopy for two days, and there has been an invasion here, and I think there must be some kind of connection between this." ” "So what are you going to do with this?"
"I asked him to participate in the Templar Baptism, and this year is the first time in the history of the half-breed that he has participated in the Crucible Project, and we have to be careful not to let a single person of questionable identity into the project."
Butler Ross said.
"Okay, since that's the case, I want to tell Long Yun about this matter and let him choose for himself."
He gently pressed the phone call button on the table, "Please come in with Mr.
Finch and Long Yun." ” Rose's face changed, it seemed that Old Habs had expected him to make this request, and Long Yun and Finch were probably waiting outside the door, just waiting for the call of the elder.
However, templar baptism is not something that a half-breed can bear, and Archsteward Ross is confident in this.
Historically, no half-breed could withstand the process of baptism, and the Moria half-breed who participated in the baptism had a very miserable end
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