"Sir Mags, do you want to go out so late?" Outside the No. 1 villa on Avenue 1, which can also be said to be Empire Avenue, Magus opened the door and walked out wearing a windbreaker and a top hat. He was on the way. The policeman on night patrol saw him when he was locking the door. He greeted him politely and asked casually.
The person with the most power in this empire is actually the person with the least dignity. This makes many people who know Mags deeply impressed by his character. He never relies on his status and power to put himself in the spotlight, and he will never treat anyone arrogantly, even a homeless person. This made many people truly surrender to his charisma from the inside out.
While locking the courtyard door with his hand, Mags glanced sideways at the patrolman standing three meters away from him, smiled and nodded, "Yes, I want to go out for a walk and buy some books on the way back. At this age, I realize that my knowledge is too poor.”
The patrol officers didn't even know what words to use to praise the number one man in the empire. As Mags himself said, "at his age" he was already the most powerful person in the empire. No one dared to say anything about Mags. He is an uneducated idiot. Everyone knows that Mags is famous for his profound knowledge. But even so, he still felt that he had not read enough books and was completely convinced!
The patrolman smiled and nodded in greeting and was about to leave. He just lifted his steps and put them back again, "Do you need me to take you there?"
Mags had already locked the courtyard door. He clapped his hands and put them into the pockets of his windbreaker. "Thank you very much, but I don't need it. Walking is a good exercise for me.", as he said He also held the hat with his left hand and raised it slightly, "I won't disturb your work anymore. Goodbye."
"goodbye!"
The patrolman stood there and watched Mags leave. When Mags was far away, he shook his head and retracted his gaze. Suddenly, a strange thought came to his mind. Should he also buy a copy after work? Read the book
Maggs entered the alley next to the villa at No. 39 Imperial Avenue, then passed through several small thresholds, and then walked in through the back door of a residence. The old woman sitting by the door was covered in thick sheepskin. She raised her wrinkled face and glanced at Mags, then lowered her head and continued to squint her eyes while doing needlework.
He climbed the creaking old stairs to the third floor, walked to the end of the corridor and opened the door. A room full of books appeared in front of him. He walked to the third row of bookshelves, which were the bookshelves against the wall. He found a book called "Abstract Art" on the fourth row, then stretched out his fingers and pressed the upper part of the book, and pulled it back. He let go of his fingers. The bookshelf in front of him slowly opened back, revealing a downward passage.
He glanced at the dark passage and walked in.
The sound of leather shoes stepping on the stone slabs echoed throughout the entire passage. After walking down for about twenty meters, the ground began to become level, and a house with faint light could be seen in the distance.
When he walked in through the small door, what he saw was a round conference table, with twelve high-back chairs with gold base and red sides placed beside the table. The room was very dark, the light could only illuminate the tabletop, and it was not even possible to see the faces of the people sitting around. These people are hidden in the darkness, and everyone can only see their hands and the position below their waists.
The same goes for Mags. It was very dark when he walked in. There was only some faint light on the table. In order to prevent the reflection of light, the only lampshade on the table was also made of opaque multi-layer black cloth. The table top has been treated with matte finish, so the light is only concentrated in that small area. He glanced at the dark silhouettes of the people around him, just as others looked at him, and sat on the empty chair as soon as he came in.
This is his place, just like there is a small doorway behind every chair. They come here from different places to discuss some important things.
"Everyone is here?" Everyone's eyes were focused on the head of the round table.
In fact, it is difficult to find out which position of the round table is the first seat, but here people regard the position facing the north as the first seat.
This voice does not look old, but has the depth of a young man. In the dim light, he has his legs crossed, wearing a gray formal suit, with one hand on his knee, and his fingers are constantly flicking a gold on his index finger. ring.
After waiting for a moment and no one spoke, the owner of the voice continued: "Very good, everyone is punctual, so let's get started..."
The morning after Memnon made an announcement that he had escaped from the Bloody Dawn, his assistant brought in the receiver and the phone with a look of disbelief on his face, and revealed part of the contents of the phone call to Memnon in a silent spoken language. —The phone number of Imperial City.
This sentence cheered up Memnon, who was still feeling anxious. He immediately sat upright on the hospital bed, and even showed a rare trace of piety on his face.
You must know that since the Kadima Party appeared in front of the world, it now has a very solid foundation in the west, has won the mayors of several cities, and is even very likely to compete for the position of governor in the next term. Even if he reached this level, no one from the core of the empire called him. He seemed to be standing outside the room called "Power". It was snowing heavily outside, and he was standing naked and shivering in the snow. Shivering, I looked longingly through the glass window at a group of dressed gentlemen and ladies enjoying a feast in the warm room.
He wanted to participate, but no one opened the door for him, which made him feel aggrieved, angry, unwilling, and helpless.
But now, these emotions were gone. There were only agitating and intense things in his heart, which made his hands tremble slightly.
He placed the phone base on his legs, then held the phone with both hands in a very humble manner and said softly: "Hello, I am Memnon."
"Hello, Mr. Memnon, I'm Powell. If you know me, you should know who I am!" The voice on the phone was not as old as Memnon imagined, but full of confidence.
He nodded repeatedly, as if Powell could see it with his own eyes, "Yes, Sir, I know you."
"Really? It's a great honor, and it saves us the trouble of introducing ourselves."
"We are very aware of the assassination and other despicable acts you suffered in the west. We also held an impromptu meeting in the morning. The attack on you is a provocation to the empire and a violation of all justice. On behalf of myself, I would like to express my extreme indignation..."
An ecstatic expression suddenly appeared on Memnon's face, and he knew that he had made the right bet.
Powell is the whip of the new party and the third-ranking figure in the ruling party, second only to Maggs and the chairman of the committee. He can be said to be a very authoritative person within the new party. Although he does not hold an official position, such as minister or chief executive, no one dares to underestimate his influence. He was able to make the call, and it was not like he said he only represented himself. He must have made the call with the permission of Maggs and the cabinet.
I didn’t fight before, but I do now. Why
In fact, Memnon knew very well that they saw the benefits and benefits, so they called. They hope that he can be like a mad dog and after breaking with the Bloody Dawn, he will in turn become the vanguard against the Bloody Dawn.
Although more than twenty years have passed since the darkness before dawn, the impact of some things cannot be easily erased by time. So many great nobles died at the hands of Bloody Dawn, the mysterious leader was never caught, and antiques and collections worth tens of millions or more were involved... These are the meaning behind this phone call.
He is ready to be a dog. Of course, he is a smart, ambitious and planned dog. He will not bite everyone out in one go according to these people's ideas. He wants to serve the empire bit by bit. At least after I really took the initiative!
This phone call lasted for more than ten minutes. When Memnon said the last word and hung up the phone, he was sweating unknowingly. He sighed with a wry smile, took a towel and straightened his appearance, then picked up the bell on the bedside table and shook it. The assistant outside the door pushed the door open and entered.
"Take the phone away, and tell the doctor that I want to be discharged from the hospital as soon as possible." After that, he asked the assistant to leave. Just when the assistant was about to go out, he said again: "By the way, get me some food, and then give it to me." I’ll get a bouquet of flowers and I’m going to see that bastard Doolin.”
After Memnon was "accepted" by the empire's high-level officials, his mentality changed dramatically. Of course, the fear of Mr. Kesma still existed, and it not only did not weaken but deepened a lot.
He has betrayed Bloody Dawn, maybe Mr. Kesma wants to kill him personally!
Stabilizing Dulin is equivalent to stabilizing Mr. Kesma. Memnon is very sure of this. During the few years he had been with Mr. Kesma, he had gotten to know Mr. Kesma well. If Dulin was not here, he might come in person. But if Dulin is here, Mr. Kesma will entrust this matter to Dulin and let him make the choice. That old bastard has always been such a fucked up person.
At the same time, in the courtyard of the Turnell Regional Police Station, Mason received a report from his subordinates that someone wanted to see him. He hurried down and his eyes widened.
"What happened to you?"
(End of chapter)