"Leader, do you want to go out for a walk?"
Jobtran replied calmly,
"Yeah. Just to relax."
"Then the leader, do you mind if I go with you?"
Veronica put her hand over her mouth and smiled.
The enchanting purple nails reflected a charming glow under the candlelight. Veronica had a playful idea when she saw Jobtran's drastically changed appearance.
"Whatever you want." Joe Butran was in a good mood because he had a dozen gold marks in his pocket that he had obtained from Shawzaf. The heavy gold marks always gave people a sense of security.
The two of them walked one after the other, and under the bright moonlight, passers-by would inevitably think that this pair of handsome men and pretty women seemed to be a couple.
Joe Butran went to buy a box of matches and a cigar, and smoked them silently as he walked.
Veronica wisely did not break the silence, but followed behind Joe Butran without saying a word.
Looking at the man's back, I seem to be able to feel his sadness.
Jobtran walked to the river, where the willow trees were hanging down.
Listening to the sound of the river water seems to make people feel relaxed.
Joe Butran looked up at the bright moon and stars hanging high in the sky and asked,
"Can people really turn into stars and go to the sky after they die?"
Veronica was stunned. She didn't expect Joe Bruant to ask such a naive question. She thought for a moment and answered,
"Probably not, but they will live in our hearts until we forget them."
"Interesting answer. Where do you think the stars, the moon, and the sun came from?"
Joe Butran asked a very wide-ranging, open-ended question.
According to contemporary scientific knowledge, this problem cannot be fully explained.
"The Holy Light created the world in six days and rested on the last day. I think this should be the standard answer."
Veronica awkwardly tried to answer Jobtran's tricky question using the teachings of the Holy Light Book.
But Joe Butran shook his head after hearing this.
"After experiencing the Sorrow of Umr, as a believer in Holy Light, I actually began to doubt the credibility of the Holy Light Scripture. If Holy Light really created everything, why are there so many beings in the world that cannot be defeated by the power of Holy Light? Where did those evil beings come from? What is the origin of the world? I can't figure it out."
Joe Butran said with a sigh.
"I think even philosophers would have a hard time answering this profound question, but I know that there will be people who will continue to explore the secrets, origins and birth of the world. Maybe they will be philosophers, maybe they will be thinkers, maybe they will be scientists. Who knows? We just need to do what we should do."
Veronica seemed to sense the mystery in Jobtran's mind and tried to comfort him with realistic statements.
"Then let me ask you one last question. What should you do? As a son of man, but also a soldier of the country, should you die gloriously in battle?"
Jobtran smiled bitterly.
"There is no such thing as should or shouldn't in this world. There is only personal will of what is worth it or not. At least that's what I think."
Veronica said as she twirled her brown hair around her fingers.
"Well, personal wishes? That's an interesting point of view. Thank you."
After thanking him, Jobtran said, "Let's go back. It's late at night and a little cold."
Veronica nodded and followed behind Joe Butran. She opened her lips as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.
"I always feel that this man has endless stories to tell and endless secrets to uncover."
Veronica thought to herself.
There was no shortage of men who pretended to be mysterious and wanted to attract Veronica's attention, and there were also many men who pretended to be playboys and wanted to pursue her, but none of them could compare to Joe Brutus now.
Jobtran shows both depth and vicissitudes.
This made Veronica very curious about this man with a story. She wanted to know what kind of experience had made this man become what he is now.
Just before the two were about to return to the residence arranged by the Public Security Bureau, Veronica bit her lips and whispered,
"Captain, what happened to you? Can you tell me?"
Jobtran looked back in surprise at Veronica, who had finally mustered up the courage to ask. Veronica, who was always shameless, felt a little embarrassed by Jobtran's gaze.
"I'll tell you when I have the chance. Go to bed early and have a meeting tomorrow morning. I'll arrange the division of labor then."
Jobtran said calmly.
"Well, okay, leader, you should also go to bed early." After saying that, Veronica prepared to go back to the room alone.
And Joe Butran suddenly remembered something, took two steps forward, propped himself on the wall with his right hand, and said to Veronica,
"Don't call me leader, call me Joe Butran from now on."
After Veronica realized what was happening, she nodded and went back to her room.
Looking at the familiar herbs on the table, Veronica felt her mind go blank. She couldn't remember the poison formulas that she had almost memorized by heart.
She touched her face and felt it was a little red, and her heart in her chest seemed to be beating faster than usual.
Veronica washed her face with clean water to stop herself from thinking too much, and then took a small amount of sleeping pills to help herself fall asleep.
Jobtran returned to his room and lit a cigar.
The cigars imported from Cuba still taste the same, but the old friends around me are no longer there.
Hearing Pigman's thunderous snoring coming from next door, Jobtron smiled awkwardly.
"It's time to face reality."
He said to himself.
———
Eugene has been in a very good mood these days.
With Hermann's assistance, he successfully negotiated the electric light agency rights of München and Zurich.
Although there are not many users requesting installation at present, Eugene has no doubt about the profit space hidden behind this business.
What needs to be solved now is how to make the light bulb generate electricity stably instead of exploding under various voltage fluctuations.
This has always been a major problem in the current electric lighting industry. Either the filament cannot withstand the high temperature and breaks after heating, or the bulb explodes due to voltage problems.
Various unstable factors made this investment a laughing stock among the middle class, but Hermann firmly believed that it was not wrong. Through electric lights, he would be able to earn enough to support his family.
In addition, they were very satisfied with the newly hired chef, and they seemed to have selectively forgotten the accident with the French chef.
All matters in the house were kept in good order by the old butler Baird.