I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo

"Hahaha~~!!"

With a bang, the door of the top private ward was pushed open.

The white rich man with a red face pushed the door open, shocking the young people waiting outside, and even subconsciously took a big step back.

"Father, father?"

"You, you are..."

The young white man in the lead spoke hesitantly: the person in front of him, judging from his appearance, should be his father.

But a few minutes ago, the old guy was still lying in the ward and reluctant to die; now he suddenly laughed wildly and strode out, this is not scientific!

Science? !

The young white man's face changed, and he looked at the two people behind his father in shock.

I can't believe it, I can't believe it.

Uncle Lumley, you who usually talk about science

actually collude with "supernormal" in secret?

Combined with the recent hot search topics on the global list, it is not difficult to guess.

Thinking of this, the "disappointment" on the young white man's face can no longer be concealed.

Looking at the old man's complexion, he can live another ten years without any problem. Should he wait any longer?

"Hmm?"

The white rich man's face darkened as he swept his eyes across his eldest son's face.

"Are you not happy to see me recover?"

"How...how could that be."

"Haha, ha, congratulations, father~~"

A group of children forced a stiff smile on their faces, and only those who were slightly younger came up to him sincerely.

"Okay, you have nothing to do here."

The white rich man patted the heads of several young children and swept his eyes over everyone.

"Don't mention my recovery to anyone: if anyone gets drunk and leaks things about me--"

Get out of the house immediately, and don't even think about getting a penny!

This kind of punishment is definitely more painful than death.

"Yes!"

"Father, I will take good care of my younger brothers and sisters."

The leading white youth was startled and nodded immediately.

After returning, send those brothers and sisters who only know how to "eat, drink and have fun" abroad, let them go anywhere for vacation, and get out of here.

"Go."

Wait a minute, the white rich man turned around and raised his hand respectfully to signal.

"Your Majesty, please move to my house."

"If you have any orders, just give them to your humble family."

"Wait, Ms. Secret"

"Rumley!"

The white rich man's tone changed, from the flattery and respect just now, to a resolute rebuke.

"You are too rude to Your Majesty."

"Can that 'identity' be called casually?"

Fuck, you old dog!

Dr. Ramley's expression froze, and he almost cursed out loud.

If I hadn't brought this 'secret lady' here, you old dog would still be lingering on in the hospital bed, and you want to turn against me as soon as you get up?

No -

"Old Edgar, do you want to control the 'lady'?"

"Ridiculous!"

The white rich man said righteously,

"My life belongs to His Majesty, how could I have such thoughts?"

"But you, Mr. Ramley. Do you dare to say that you are absolutely loyal to His Majesty?"

?

Seeing the two old white men glaring at each other and almost fighting on the spot, the octopus girl 'Ksira' tilted her head.

She found that she seemed to have underestimated the 'diversity' of human beings.

"Your life depends on my thoughts."

Raising his hand and pointing, the rich man with a red face immediately had a distorted expression and half-knelt on the ground.

"As for you, your daughter is the same."

? !

As Dr. Ramley's face changed drastically, the octopus girl 'Ksira' shook her finger expressionlessly.

"I don't know what you are arguing about, but if I find any signs of you 'betraying' me, you will all die."

"Your Majesty, my loyalty to you is as strong as this beating heart!"

The oath of old Edgar, who was touching his chest with one hand, gave Dr. Lumley goosebumps.

But when he thought of his daughter——

"Madam, please believe that I will never betray you."

He immediately knelt on one knee, leaving the doctor who came hesitant.

Swish, X2

The two old white men turned their heads suddenly, and the doctor raised his hands in fear.

"I join, I join!"

No matter what the scene was, after seeing it, he only had the option of 'joining' the other party.

Otherwise, with the size of this rich man, it would be too easy to kill him silently.

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"Dad~~"

When the three (?) returned to the Upper East Side Manor, the little girl came up to him.

"Sir, the young lady suddenly felt chest pain just now. Does she need to go to the hospital?"

"No, I'm a biologist."

Waving his hand to let the temporary babysitter leave, Dr. Lumley took out his mobile phone after taking a look at the black suits guarding his house.

"I'll call the nearby patrolmen and ask them to avoid this area."

As an area where "old money" live, the security of the Upper East Side is not comparable to other places. If a joke of a battle between patrolmen and bodyguards is made, it will be troublesome to attract the attention of the government.

"Sir,"

A man in a black suit walked out of the house,

"It has been checked, no problem."

".Old Edgar, this is my home!"

Dr. Lumley couldn't help rolling his eyes. Although he could understand, this behavior.

"No, this will be His Majesty's palace in the future."

?

The black suit bodyguard paused, and his professionalism allowed him to maintain a blank expression.

He knew that if he could ‘know’ something, his boss would tell him.

“Come in, Tony.”

Sure enough, his boss waved him in.

“Your Majesty is the messenger who saves the world. I can recover because of your Majesty’s grace.”

After that, the white rich man ‘Edgar’ gave serious orders to the bodyguard.

“Her orders are my orders.”

“You have to respect me. No, obey her orders above me!”

“Yes, sir.”

The bodyguard captain in a black suit nodded and accepted the order.

He used to be a mercenary, and his family lived happily under the arrangement of the boss in front of him.

Even if he died for the other party, he would have no complaints.

In the living room, there were Dr. Lumley, the wealthy old Edgar, the ignorant little girl Winnie, and the bodyguard captain Tony.

“Tony, take Miss Winnie to play.”

After letting the bodyguard and the little girl leave, Old Edgar’s face became serious.

"Your Majesty, how should we develop? Please tell me."

"Well, the lady doesn't want to ask about these mundane matters. Otherwise, what do you want us to do?"

Seeing that the 'Secret Lady' said nothing, Dr. Lumley quickly changed the subject and gave Old Edgar a look.

"It's the subordinates who deserve to die!"

The wealthy businessman who reacted quickly bowed his head and apologized. This His Majesty didn't seem to be familiar with human society.

"The church and the clubhouse can be handed over to me; it's just the specifications and decorations."

"You decide for yourselves, and I will visit them when the time comes."

Since it has been decided to 'spread my father's faith', 'Ksira', who has this as his goal, has also begun to take it seriously.

"We must have our own weapons."

The experience of being imprisoned made 'Ksira' understand that only force is the foundation of everything.

"Ordinary light weapons are easy to obtain. But."

Old Edgar hesitated. He already knew the real name of his 'His Majesty', and naturally knew what kind of existence they worshiped: Of course, he would not have any psychological burden because of this.

He donates so much money to the church every year, what a useless Christ!

Only the great Cthulhu is the master of the world!

He is now a follower of the secret lady 'Ksira', and no one is more loyal to the 'Father in the Sea' than him, absolutely no one!

"If heavy weapons are needed, I suggest controlling... ahem, baptizing one more person."

"We can set up our own 'security' company."

"Blackwater International?"

"Yes,"

The two old white men looked at each other and understood each other's intentions.

Opening a private security company is the only choice to cultivate one's own armed forces: there are a large number of 'security companies' active in various battlefields in America: many so-called 'zero casualties' come from this: mercenaries, not people.

In fact, there are also a large number of mercenaries active on the battlefields of Russia. Last year, their leader 'cook' also performed a 10,000-meter high altitude, parachute-free descent.

These veterans, former professional special forces, and even prisoners, as long as they are paid, can go to the front line to grind meat.

Even more fierce than the regular army, it is the "favorite" of many war zone commanders.

After all, the regular army needs pensions, while mercenaries work for money.

And there is no public pressure~~

"Your Majesty, now the extraordinary begins to appear. In addition to the armed forces of mortals, the extraordinary troops."

"I know a way to use the serum of the extraordinary existence to create artificial extraordinary."

Speaking of this topic, "Ksira", who has been in a state of mind, came back to his senses.

"You will copy this potion."

Raised his hand and pointed at Dr. Ramli,

"No problem, ma'am."

Stephen, should I curse you or thank you?

Although the other party did not mention it, with Dr. Ramli's IQ, he had already guessed the origin of the potion technology and that his old friend should have died in a laboratory.

"But, since it is made of the serum of the 'supernatural existence'; ma'am, don't you..."

"No,"

Ksira shook his head slightly, and moved his finger horizontally, pointing to the wealthy businessman Old Edgar.

"Use his blood."

?

"And your daughter's blood."

? !

"Ah this."

"This method is too..."

The two old white men shook their heads. They want them to bleed? How is it possible!

"Do you want to use my--"

As the eyes of 'Ksira' became dangerous, the two immediately stood up and knelt on one knee.

"Don't dare, don't dare!"

"We are only happy to contribute to the church."

"Your Majesty, please ask"

"How should we pray to the 'Father in the Sea'?"

At the end of the conversation, Old Edgar asked the most critical question.

You ask me, who should I ask?

Seeing that the 'secret lady' was at a loss again, Dr. Lumley had to speak.

"Madam, how do you think of this prayer?"

"-Our Father in the Sea, may your name be glorified, may your kingdom come, may your will be carried out in America, as in R'lyeh."

?

"Okay,"

Ksira felt that he still had a lot to learn. As for whether his father would respond to this 'prayer'?

You will know after trying it.

————

Hmm?

In the darkness, You, who was sleeping, opened his eyes.

A voice sounded in his ears. Was it a "downline" transmitting spiritual fluctuations to him?

The secret arts of the Yamanaka family can convey information to each other: the prince even told everyone about his tragic life story during the decisive battle: I am still fighting, what qualifications do you have to give up? !

Of course, the secret arts of the Yamanaka family are limited by distance.

But You is different. All the extraordinary people on this planet come from him;

He can control all the extraordinary states, including the spiritual fluctuations directed at him.

Who is this?

I didn't sleep in the middle of the night

As soon as my consciousness moved, the voice in my ear became clear:

'Our Father in the sea, may your name be glorified, may your kingdom come, may your will be done in America as it is in R'lyeh.'

Hmm? ?

What's going on?

How did he become Mr. Ke after sleeping for a while?