In the Alps, in the castle between the mountains, Christian sat quietly on the sofa in a dark room with a glass of red liquid in his hand. He looked at the ripples in the glass, waiting for something.
"Mr. Chris, the data is out," a clansman in a tuxedo came in and reported.
More than ten pages of paper were handed to Christian.
Lord Roche was old, after all, and it was difficult for him to read relevant information on a phone or tablet. To him, reading information on paper was the only way to read. Although it was a little old-fashioned, it could also be considered a retro romance.
Christian put down the glass and simply flipped through the paper filled with strange symbols with a solemn expression. He stood up and tidied his clothes, then went to Roche's room.
It was winter. Roche sat in a wheelchair with a cashmere blanket on his knees, warming himself in front of the fireplace.
The scene wasn't perfect without a black cat, but Christian knew that Lord Roche didn't like cats, especially black ones.
"Lord, the data is out," Christian walked to the back of the wheelchair and said softly.
"Oh," Roche responded, reaching out his hand to warm himself in front of the fireplace.
The room wasn't cold, it could even be said that the temperature was just right. However, this was Lord Roche's habit that hadn't changed for many years. He was conservative and refused to change, which was indeed a point of criticism.
However, Christian knew that Lord Roche didn't reject new things, at least he bet on everything.
The world-class laboratories all over Eurasia and America were all under Lord Roche's orders.
"The analysis of the energy data from the satellite shows that it's just like what you sensed. Someone broke through the barrier," Christian said softly.
"Zheng was there, wasn't he?" Old Roche's voice was ethereal and omnipresent.
Christian said, "Yes. I immediately contacted Zheng after I sensed it, but he wasn't in the capital, but in Yang City. I didn't ask, but I did meet a magical person. He shouldn't be the one who triggered the energy fluctuation, but I sensed danger from him. "
"That's it." Roche rubbed his hands in front of the fireplace, as if the cold wind was howling outside, and the heavy snow was hitting the roof.
Christian didn't say anything. He didn't even offer the paper in his hand.
He could feel some kind of strange energy fluctuation. This fluctuation even affected his thinking, and all the blood in his body felt like it was about to freeze, unable to flow.
He really couldn't understand why someone would dare to poison someone as powerful as Lord Roche.
Lead poisoning sounded like a joke. But it was this joke that truly hurt Lord Roche. This was also the only injury he had suffered for many years.
After almost an hour, Loche's hand moved slightly.
Christian, who had been watching his movements, immediately handed over the paper in his hand.
Old Loche began to flip through it. He read every piece of paper very carefully. After reading it, he threw it into the fireplace.
Those strange symbols were like dancing fire fairies, dancing in the fireplace.
Christian lowered his head as if looking at him would cause him irreparable harm.
"Kerry, prepare the plane," Lord Roche said as he read the last page and tossed it into the fireplace.
"Alright, I'll be right there. Do you have anything to say? "Christian asked.
"No." Loche's old voice echoed in the whole room. In an instant, it was as if the whole castle was singing along and trembling slightly. Christian even felt that the space was faintly showing signs of breaking.
Sweat flowed out, and the back of his shirt was wet and stuck to his body. This made Christian feel very uncomfortable.
"I'll go myself." Loche's words made Christian feel extremely uneasy.
"Lord."
"This matter concerns the family. I must go myself." Loche said softly. He seemed to be talking to Christian, but also like he was telling himself.
"This is not a coincidence. It's been hundreds of years, and this kind of energy fluctuation has appeared again. I can feel it because I encountered it hundreds of years ago. " Loche's voice echoed in the room. Christian could even see the space begin to fluctuate.
"In the past, my intuition told me that this might be true, and it was worth my bet. But it was only a possibility, that's all. "
"Now, the energy fluctuation is not only a possibility, but a fact! I have a strong feeling that it won't be long before I go to the ancestral land. In ten or twenty years, we should be able to see all our dreams become reality. "
Old Loche was like a young dancer, using his body language to emphasize his words. Chris felt that his life was in danger at any moment.
"Lord, it's dangerous."
"I'm not hostile," Loche said. "Whatever they need, I'll bring it. ASML's photolithography machine seems to be very important to them. "
"Yes, but if …"
"I don't care." Loche said in a low voice, his emotions unwavering. "For the family, I'd rather be the enemy of the whole world … except for him."
"Alright, I'll contact him now." Christian only said half of the suggestion. Seeing Old Loche's firm attitude, he immediately replied.
"Have you prepared the little gift for Zheng?"
"I've already prepared it. I really don't understand why Zheng is so focused on surgery." Christian shrugged. "Compared to something like the photolithography machine that can change the balance of power in the entire world, Zheng's needs are not even worth mentioning."
"It's fine as long as he's happy. There's always a weird hobby."
"As you wish, I'll arrange it as soon as possible to convey your wishes to the Americans, so they won't have any trouble."
"Alright, tell them that I'm willing to fight," Old Loche said with certainty. "It really seems like a joke, but the energy fluctuation is so clear. It's like I've returned to my younger days."
Christian did not continue. He knew that he could not enter this room in the past. The reason why his position in the family was elevated was because of Zheng, who was far away in the Imperial Capital.
Hopefully, he could really solve this problem.
Thinking of this, Christian suddenly realized something. He bowed and said, "Lord, Zheng said last time that it might take a few decades."
"I'm patient," Old Loche said. "I've already waited for a few hundred years, what's a few decades more? I believe he'll definitely solve this problem before he dies. I still have The Embrace, if he doesn't mind. "
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