Casting spells

I don't know if it was a coincidence, but when he just finished sealing the last bottle, Polman's voice came from outside the closed door.

"Your Excellency! I just got the news that Congressman Miles, who fell into a coma, woke up suddenly 15 minutes ago. He hopes to see you right away."

"Oh? Now?" Zhang Cheng carefully put the charming time on his hand into the shelf, and there was a strange look in his eyes.

"Yes! You'd better put down your work and come with me. You must know that this meeting is extraordinary, and it may involve many secrets, and even the war game that will sweep Brooklyn." Polman His tone revealed unprecedented tension and seriousness.

He is very clear that this is an opportunity, an opportunity to really make a fortune, and even though he needs to take some risks, the rewards will definitely be very rich.

"In that case, what are you waiting for, let's go quickly, I can't wait to meet with this MP Miles, and ask him personally about the mysteries of alchemy."

Zhang Cheng did not hide his desire for knowledge and power at all. After installing the medicine rack on the table, he followed Polman into the car.

Not long after he left, Tracy, who hadn't closed her eyes all night, sneaked another car in the garage and drove towards the restaurant where she worked.

For some reason, this girl's mental state seems to be a little bit wrong, her eyes are empty and lifeless, and a strange red light will flash from time to time, as if she is being manipulated by some mysterious force...

Chapter 262 Myers Councilor

In the intensive care unit of Columbia and Cornell Presbyterian Hospital in New York, an old man with various infusion tubes and oxygen inhalation tubes inserted all over his body is lying quietly on the hospital bed. A critically ill patient who has just regained consciousness.

Moreover, the person standing by the bedside to check his body at this moment is not a doctor, nurse, or child, but an old man with the same gray hair and trembling movements, who looks like he is about to enter a coffin.

I saw that the latter was holding a crystal that exuded multi-colored shimmer, gently placed it on the forehead of the former, and then whispered in his mouth a language that others could not understand.

After about two or three minutes, he suddenly stopped what he was doing, and said in a voice worse than crying: "Mr. Congressman, your body has been corroded by alchemy, and I can't do anything. Up to twelve hours , your life will come to an end, please prepare for the funeral as soon as possible. You must know that although you have made many friends during your reign, you also have many enemies, and there is no guarantee that they will not retaliate against your descendants afterwards."

Obviously, the person lying on the hospital bed was none other than one of the most powerful people in New York and the real ruler of Brooklyn—Member Myers.

He had a free and easy smile on his face, as if he didn't take death seriously at all, and comforted him in a low voice: "Hehe, don't worry, Francis, I understand my physical condition, and I am also very aware of what happened outside recently. Do you know?" ? I've made countless important decisions in my life, but never one more important than the one I'm making today."

"Are you referring to the young wizard who suddenly appeared?" the old man called Francis asked cautiously.

"That's right! A young man who is mysterious, dangerous, and possesses knowledge and power that I have never seen before. From him, I feel infinite potential, especially the alchemy used in these bottles of magic potions. It is completely different from the alchemy I have learned. Do you know what this means?" As he spoke, Miles casually picked up a few bottles of low-level potions placed on the bedside table.

Francis frowned and thought for a few seconds, then quickly shook his head: "Sorry, sir, I don't know anything about alchemy, so I can't understand what you mean."

Miles took a deep breath and sighed softly: "Yeah! Even you who have followed me for 50 years can't understand, and others don't understand how important he is. Alchemy, in essence, is a way to pass The magical technique of changing matter with energy. As a person who performs this technique, he will inevitably be affected in the process of transforming matter and energy again and again. My broken body is the best proof. But he, the alchemy he used Technology perfectly solves this problem. The potion does not contain any impurities, and the pure one is like a work of art. I have enough reasons to believe that one day he will be able to break the boundary between life and death and realize the two ultimates of alchemy The goal—resurrection of the dead and immortality."

"I see! You want to get a chance to be resurrected from him!" Francis showed a suddenly realized expression.

"That's right! Although this is probably just a wish that will never be realized, it is better than dying forever, isn't it? What's more, none of my descendants has the talent for alchemy. I leave my blood and blood to bring disaster to them, so I might as well give it to this young wizard in exchange for his protection."

While saying these words, Miles glanced at his ten-year-old granddaughter sitting on a chair outside the ward, her face full of pain and helplessness.

No one knows better than him the cruel survival rules of the underground world.

Once he dies as a senator, those who have been suppressed and punished by him will [-]% come out of the dark corners and launch a cruel and merciless revenge.

Maybe the allies will help take care of his family based on the old love, but as time goes by, the love will eventually fade, maybe a few months, maybe a few years, the guy hiding in the dark is sure Can find an appropriate time to complete the revenge, and then disguise everything as a murder or an accident in the world of ordinary people.

Similar situations happened too many times during Myers' tenure as a member of Congress, and in the end, without exception, they all disappeared.

No one wants to take revenge on another user of supernatural powers over a bunch of cold corpses.

If he doesn't want his family to be slaughtered after his death, the only way is to find a strong enough protector through the exchange of benefits before he dies.

Francis is undoubtedly very clear about what he is thinking about his master who has served for 50 years, and he softly comforted: "Sir, in fact, you don't have to worry too much, at least no one will dare to act rashly before the end of the war game, otherwise it will be Enemy against all the lords in the entire Brooklyn area, unless he is an idiot or a lunatic. After the war game is over, the newly appointed councilors will try their best to restore stability in the jurisdiction, otherwise they will not be enough to compete with the other veteran councilors."

"I understand what you said, but the question is how do you know that there are not one or two lunatics among my enemies? Remember Patty? I heard that she recently returned to New York by smuggling, and she came back at this time, isn't it? Not enough to make me feel wary?"

"Patty?! Made 35 adult males die in one week? My God! This crazy woman is back? What does she want?" Francis' voice revealed tension and fear.

"I don't know! On the plus side, she wants to regain her territory. On the downside, she's coming back to take revenge on me for depriving her of her lord title and status. No matter which one, Brooklyn will have no future." It will be too calm, coupled with the little tricks that keep lusting after the witch Catherine, the situation has become more and more complicated, and it has long been out of my control. Okay, now go downstairs to meet my guest, and he should arrive by the time ..."

Miles obviously didn't want to continue to reveal more secrets to his servant, so he waved his hand with difficulty, indicating that the servant could leave.

"As you wish." Francis put one hand on his chest and bowed deeply, turned and opened the door and walked out of the intensive care unit.

He didn't even pay attention to the men and women who came to inquire about Miles' physical condition, and took the elevator directly to the lobby on the first floor, waiting patiently for the arrival of the guests.

About five or six minutes later, an unremarkable silver-gray car stopped in front of the hospital.

Through the unobstructed windshield, Francis clearly saw the person sitting in the car, and immediately ran over, opened the door with his own hands and greeted with a smile: "Good afternoon, Mr. Zhang, the master has been waiting for you for a long time. If you don't mind, can you come to the ward upstairs with me now, you know that there is not much time left for you to talk..."

Chapter 263 Let's Try Each Other

Looking at the old man who suddenly appeared in front of him, Zhang Cheng was obviously taken aback, but soon regained his composure, and returned the salute with a smile: "Of course! This is also the purpose of my trip. What's your name? "

"Francis, you can call me Fossey. I have served Mr. Congressman for 50 years, and I am his most loyal servant. I have to say that I am very sad to see him leave this world in pain. I hope he I can fulfill my last expectation before swallowing my last breath."

While talking, the old man walked ahead and led the way. From the beginning to the end, the old man never looked at Polman even once, to be exact, he completely ignored his existence.

But Polman didn't show even the slightest bit of dissatisfaction because of this, he just quietly followed behind.He is very clear that in the eyes of many high-level people, he is still that insignificant "cleaner". Unless he can prove his strength or ability one day, he will never be recognized.

As a lawyer who has been involved in various lawsuits for a long time, he has long been used to the warmth and coldness of human relationships, and knows when to be patient and when to become stronger.

Zhang Cheng ignored the delicate atmosphere between the two, and quickly took the elevator to the door of the intensive care unit.

Just when he was about to open the door and walk in, Francis stopped suddenly, turned around and said to the lawyer with a serious face: "Excuse me, sir, the congressman only wants to see Zhang, can you please tell me Shall we wait outside together?"

"No problem!" Polman agreed without thinking.

"Thank you very much! Mr. Zhang, please come in." Francis opened the door and made a gesture of invitation.

Zhang Cheng took a deep breath and walked directly across the threshold into the house.

There is no pungent disinfectant smell that is unique to hospitals in the impression, but because of the large number of plants placed, it is full of faint grass fragrance, and there is even a cycad tree in flowering period on the balcony.

No wonder some people say that Columbia and Cornell Presbyterian Hospital in New York is a special hospital specially prepared for the rich. Whether it is the environment or the service, it is far from what ordinary hospitals can match. Expenses, I am afraid that without tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of dollars in assets, it is impossible to pay the bills here.

"Ah, you are finally here, young wizard." Lying on the hospital bed, Miles tapped the bedside table lightly, trying to attract the guests' attention.

"It's a great honor to be summoned by you, Honorable Senator." Zhang Cheng bowed his lower body slightly to show his respect.

After training in A Song of Ice and Fire, he has been able to skillfully handle various occasions and ensure that he will not be disrespectful due to differences in etiquette and culture.

Miles carefully looked at the young man standing in front of him, and then sighed in a rather surprised tone after a full minute: "I have heard that you have successfully exiled a demon, but I did not expect that you have reached to this extent."

"To what extent?" Zhang Cheng asked deliberately pretending to understand nothing.

"how to say……"

Miles stroked his chin as if he was thinking about something, and he explained in a deep voice about three to five seconds later: "According to the standards established by the parliament a long time ago, all residents of the underground world will be divided into 24 levels according to their strength. Represented by 24 Greek letters,

Among them, the four levels from Alpha to Delta are low-level, not enough to pose any real threat. The vast majority of ordinary residents belong to this category. There are a large number of them, but they can only engage in some marginal occupations to maintain their daily lives.

But starting from Epsilon, the danger will increase exponentially until the eighth level, that is, the Theta level, will become a watershed.