Previously, Zachary Taylor wanted to bring Lincoln to meet Chen Mo, so he let Viktor and James train by themselves first. Who knew that the two wanted to take the opportunity to slack off and were caught by him in the hall.
Standing outside the door and watching the two run all the way back to the training ground, Zachary Taylor snorted coldly. He tidied up his suit that was crumpled when he chased the two just now, and walked back to the hall with his hands behind his back. At this time, Lincoln happened to come down the stairs.
Lincoln nodded to Zachary Taylor without saying anything. When Zachary Taylor saw Lincoln coming down the stairs again, he knew that he had seen the scene of him getting angry at Viktor and James just now.
However, Zachary Taylor didn't feel uncomfortable. There was nothing wrong with a commander teaching a soldier a lesson. He wasn't a politician who needed to pay attention to his image all the time, so he didn't care about what happened just now. He nodded to Lincoln politely, then turned around and led him out of the manor.
At the entrance of the manor, a carriage was waiting there. After watching Lincoln get on the carriage and drive away for a distance, Zachary Taylor put his hands behind his back, turned around, and walked toward the training ground on the side of the manor.
Zachary Taylor didn't know that Lincoln, who was in the car, had been watching his figure disappear around the corner of the manor before he turned back.
In Lincoln's heart, it was like a stormy sea at this time!
It's too familiar! It's really too familiar!
The voice when he scolded, the tone, the way he walked with his hands behind his back, and even the slightly tilted posture when he nodded was exactly the same!
And although there was a big difference in appearance, if one looked carefully, there was still a forty to fifty percent similarity!
The most important thing was that he clearly heard the two valiant young men call him "Old Taylor"!
Lincoln had a very absurd guess in his heart. This middle-aged man who was like a butler in Chen Mo's manor was likely to be President Zachary Taylor, who died of a sudden illness six years ago!
Although a part of his reason told him that this was impossible, President Taylor was indeed dead, and the dead couldn't be resurrected. Moreover, the height, appearance, and temperament of this middle-aged man were very different from President Taylor's.
But as a lawyer, his intuition told him that this person was most likely President Taylor, who was supposed to be dead!
When President Taylor was in power, he was a member of the House of Representatives. He had seen President Taylor many times and listened to his speeches. He had great respect for this war hero who firmly opposed slavery, so he had a deep impression of him.
As for Mr. Chen Mo's butler, other than his height and appearance, he was eighty to ninety percent similar to President Taylor in his memory.
If it were anyone else, just the height and appearance alone would be enough to make people give up on this speculation. However, Lincoln's mind kept flashing back to the oil painting in Chen Mo's study and the Knight's two-handed heavy sword on the wall shelf.
Now that he thought about it carefully, although he couldn't see the face of the black-robed Knight in the painting, the figure from the back and the majestic and sharp aura he exuded were very similar to Chen Mo's.
Coupled with the long sword that was exactly the same as the one in the painting, could it be that the black-robed Knight in the painting was Chen Mo?!
But looking at the painting, it was clearly in the style of the Middle Ages. The tall and magnificent Blackstone Castle, the soldiers on the walls, and the heavily-armored Knights outside the castle clearly showed that the painting showed the scene of the heavily-armored Knights attacking the castle in the Middle Ages.
If these two things were looked at separately, Lincoln might have thought it was a coincidence. But now that the two things were connected together, although Lincoln found it hard to accept, he still had to come to a shocking inference. Chen Mo was the black-robed Knight leader in the oil painting in the Middle Ages, and Chen Mo's butler was the supposedly dead 12th President of the United States, Zachary Taylor!
If this inference was true, it meant that Chen Mo was an immortal who had lived from the Middle Ages to the present! He had directly attacked the thick walls and survived, and his experience had been preserved until now. This also meant that he had successfully taken down the castle. In other words, he still had the powerful ability to take down the castle alone!
Moreover, Zachary Taylor's existence also meant that he had the ability to resurrect the dead, change their appearance, and give them great power!
If they didn't have great power, the two young men who looked extremely powerful wouldn't have fled like mice who had seen a cat!
What kind of secret did Chen Mo have?!
What kind of magical power did he have in his hands?!
In his mind, he recalled Chen Mo's extremely young but dignified face, as well as his eyes that were as deep as the starry sky, as if he could see through everything, and contained infinite wisdom. How could a young man in his early twenties have such a gaze?!
Now it seemed that Chen Mo was definitely not as simple as an ordinary person!
According to his understanding of Chen Mo, Chen Mo had first come to New York in 1845. Relying on his seemingly endless wealth, he had successively purchased all the land near New York in a short period of time. Furthermore, he had used some unknown means to subdue a group of Native Americans.
It should be known that the Native Americans had always regarded the European settlers as invaders. They were not friendly to them, let alone being used by them. Until now, other than Chen Mo, there had never been anyone who had been able to subdue the rebellious Native Americans.
Lincoln also heard that the former richest man in the United States, John Jacob Astor, who had opposed him when he purchased the land, had been dealt with by Chen Mo. That night, a huge explosion had occurred in John Jacob Astor's mansion, and the fire had burned for the entire night. The raging flames had lit up the entire sky of New York. No one had ever seen such a huge explosion and such a fierce fire. If it hadn't been for the calm and windless night, the entire New York might have been burned to the ground.
Thinking of this, Lincoln suddenly remembered that according to the information he had gathered, Chen Mo was in his twenties at that time. Now, ten years had passed, but his face had not changed at all. He still looked like he was in his early twenties. This further confirmed his guess, and made him even more certain that Chen Mo had the ability to live forever!
Lincoln sat in the carriage and looked at the endless fields outside the window. His thoughts were in a mess, and he couldn't calm down for a long time. Today's visit had given him a huge impact!
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