Old Habs poured the whiskey into his mouth, sighed, turned and took a document from a drawer and threw it on the table.
"Look at this."
Butler Ross hesitated, but pulled the document in front of him, and after some hesitation, he finally turned the first page.
Just look at the first page, and his eyes are round.
"Oh my God," he exclaimed.
Old Habs paid no heed to the exclamation of Ross's butler, for whom the impact of this document was too great.
Pacing to the bar, he poured himself another glass of wine and took a big sip, his chest heaving.
Rose still had a horrified expression on his face, and the document in front of him was no less than a death sentence.
He thought that he was not a greedy person who was afraid of death, and if he wanted to die by himself, he believed that he would also maintain a gentlemanly style of Moria nobles and die like a warrior.
However, this document is a death sentence for the Habs, and if it is leaked, the entire Presbyterian Council will be in turmoil, and the alliance status of the four major families in the Presbyterian Council for many years will be affected like never before.
This is Long Yun's DNA analysis report, which clearly indicates Long Yun's origin.
"This analysis report" he swallowed hard, licked his lips and said, "how credible is it" "There are no flaws or loopholes at all, and the credibility is 100%."
Old Habs sat back in his chair, "This report has been in my hands for some time, and it was already in my hands before Long Yun went to Afghanistan, and for the sake of insurance, I sent someone to retrieve the relevant samples in person, and personally conducted a secret test, and the results were completely consistent." ” "If this is true," said the butler of Ross, as if his backbone had been removed, he lay limply in the golden velvet cloth, "it would be an unprecedented disaster." ” "But," he suddenly bounced up from his chair, his eyes shining, "it's not without precedent, we can" This time it was the turn of old Habs to jump out of his chair, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
"What can be like what happened to Luo Lisa back then" His company became more ugly than a dead man, and the blood red of the high whiskey burning on his face faded in an instant, "Send a scavenger to kill Long Yun and destroy my dear Rose, this is already the twenty-first century, don't you think this kind of traditional rules that have been used for thousands of years are very stupid and cold-blooded" "I know that what happened to Luo Lisa hit you a lot back then" The corners of Rose's mouth twitched slightly, he knew very well the impact of this incident on the old Habs, it can be said that if it wasn't for the incident back then, I'm afraid today's old Habs would not have become this cynical appearance, "But for the purity of the bloodline, for the future of our Moria, for the presbytery" "Enough" Old Habs was like an enraged lion, the crystal wine glass slammed on the table, and a crack appeared on the glass with a click, "Could it be that killing all the Habs family hybrids can maintain this so-called pure future, do we have a future, if we can win the war with the Atlanteans just by maintaining this bloodline purity, then I can kill Long Yun with my own hands without pretending to others, but over the years, what have we seen are fewer and fewer purebloods, and the Moria people are in decline, The Presbyterian Church today is only a superficial splendor, can't you still see it?"
Ross's butler blushed and couldn't refute it, he silently picked up the coffee, wanting to take a sip to calm himself down, but his hands were shaking, and the coffee overflowed from the cup and dripped onto the snow-white bone china plate.
Old Habs walked to the window, opened the floor-to-ceiling curtains fiercely, and the dim light shone into the house from the outside, and standing in the hazy light, he sighed and said: "Rose, we have to open our eyes and see the world, and take a good look" He gestured out the window.
"It's been more than 50,000 years since the last Last Doomsday War, and it's now the time when humans have dominated the Earth," he said, looking back at his faithful steward, "The only advantage we have over the Atlanteans is that we've united with human governments that we don't even look down on in our hearts, and that's been able to sustain us to this day."
If we weren't in the right position in World War II, I believe that it was the Moria race that was hiding in the dark corners like the Atlanteans, and you should be glad that it was the Presbyterians and not the Restoration, and it should be clear that the reason why the Presbyterian Church looks strong today is not because the pure-bloods hold the real power of the Order, but because it is the half-bloods and those humans who are helping us to stand firm."
Rose sighed softly and lay down in the sand, he knew that what the old Habs said was completely true, but he was a loyal man, as the old Habs said, obeying the rules was his greatest point, but also his biggest flaw.
Breaking the rules that the Moriah had set for so many years would be like the sky was falling for the great butler.
"That's probably why you supported Charlemagne in setting up the canopy, right?"
he asked feebly.
"That's right, the facts have also proved that the strength of Tianmu Company is growing, it has only been established for ten years, and it has today's strength, which is not easy, and I still feel that my decision back then was right."
Old Habs said: "The current Liberation Church is more flexible in employing people than we are, and as far as I know, the chief deacon of their deacon's department, Haynes, is himself a half-breed, but you have to admit how much pressure he has put us under in various operations over the years."
"But, Mr.
Habs, have you ever thought about what it would be like if you let the half-bloods come to power," Butler Ross struggled to prop himself up from his chair, "You have forgotten the lessons recorded in the ancient books that the half-bloods are dangerous, impure, and uncontrollable, that they have devil genes in their blood, and that all destruction comes from the hands of the half-bloods, just like Surter in the Doomsday War, even if Long Yun is a descendant of the Habs family, but you look at his recent performances, Isn't that what I said, aren't you worried that he's going to get out of control?"
"I'm worried, but I'm not worried."
When the Grand Butler of Ross appeared to be emotional, the elder Habs himself calmed down first, "And I have high hopes for him, I think he has a chance to become a divine being, if so, we will welcome the return of Odin, so that we can hope for a decisive victory in the next battle of the doomsday."
Since the beginning of this year, all the Atlantean suzerains have been resurrected one after another, completely out of the previous record, and I think the next Doomsday War is not far away, and we are running out of time. ” "It's not much, and you can't pin your hopes on a half-blood."
Butler Ross still sticks to his bottom line.
"That's enough," Old Habs suddenly stood up, waved his hand, and interrupted Ross a little roughly, "I plan to let Long Yun come directly to the European headquarters after he returns from Afghanistan, and I will personally carry out the Melting Pot Project for him." ” "He hasn't been baptized yet, he hasn't confirmed his identity, how can he" Butler Ross was so shocked that his eyes were about to fall to hand.
"There's nothing you can't do," said old Habs, reverting to that cynical attitude, "I said Ross, you can take this report to the Board of Supervisors and ask for a meeting of elders, and I will take responsibility for Charlemagne's mistakes."
However, Long Yun and I must be protected, whoever wants to kill him is to oppose me Alan Julius G Caesar Habs is to oppose the Habs family":