About the Matter That I Joined the Evil Organization

"Still can't change the ending, can it?"

The two old men acted very relaxed, as if they didn't take Gore Haycaren seriously at all.

Yes, they ignored it.

Their identities are very normal, and they are ordinary old people. They have neither superpowers nor are they non-human life forms.

In a society composed of ordinary humans, they are just a group of old people engaged in academic research. The old man in the corner is a little special. His department of academic research is more popular and he has developed a huge network of contacts.

"Stupid."

The old man who flipped through the books didn't want to give more comments, and his eyes rarely left the books that he had flipped through hundreds or thousands of times.

The sick old man beside him nodded vigorously.

"You two idiots, there is a way to prolong your life."

After speaking, he coughed several times in a row, and the pain in his body made him frown. Obviously, this body is about to be used to its limit, and it seems that it is almost time to recover the body.

"That's true, but..."

"Too many people are staring at the projects in his hands that can create benefits."

The two old men expressed their views in an incomparably tacit understanding as if they were talking about cross talk.

Gore Black Cullen, who could be named by them, was an extremely outstanding talent even in their era.

The old man who was flipping through the books suddenly stopped, and he raised his head again, but his eyes passed through the two old men and landed on the wall behind them.

The two old men looked at the circled photo.

"This young man..."

"The general's new subordinate?"

"Heir appointed by the general."

It was rare for the old man who was flipping through the books to say a few more words, but he didn't know that just as his words fell, it sounded like thunder on the ground, but the other old people in the secret room were all stunned.

They are too aware of the weight of those three words.

You must know that in their eyes, the name of this world is Fife, named after the person who created this parallel time and space.

Conqueror, guardian... There are too many dazzling titles continued on the natives in their eyes.

"I'm not kidding."

The old man in the corner was clutching his chest, obviously he couldn't calm down no matter how hard he tried.

The sickly old man stood up, feeling extremely agitated.

"sit down."

"No, I'm going there!!"

"sit down!"

"Captain, since you said that this kid is the heir designated by the general, I have an obligation to go to his side and assist him."

"...You go to him, you are looking for a hacker."

The old man who was flipping through the books sighed softly and continued.

"I can't see his future, you know? Only monsters have no future. Everything in the world...under time has a future, but he doesn't..."

The old man's voice was dignified, and he obviously took the young man in the photo more seriously than Gore Black Karen, who was about to discover them.

Yes, more seriously.

Other old people seldom see such serious emotions in this old man who is flipping through the books. He is very lazy...even when he was behind their most respected general, he was very lazy.

Sometimes I am too lazy to even call my brother.

"how……"

"Can…………"

It seemed that the two old men of the same person could not even speak clearly, and in the long years they had experienced, there was no time when they were so shocked.

"Could it be that he is a monster?"

The old man in the corner stood up, but was immediately glared at by the sick old man.

"Monsters have no personality! Even though anthropomorphism and sissy are more popular now, monsters are the embodiment of the will of the world. If they are really monsters, how can they not destroy the world! That kid, like a guardian, ended the war! He is a man , although she is also a lolicon! Kekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekeke..."

The excited sick old man coughed again, which made the other old people feel helpless. They really wanted to maintain the aura of inheriting the long years and the will of the empire, but this excited sick old man would only spoil the atmosphere.

Now... they still have to worry about whether this sick old man will cough to death this time, so the old man sitting in the corner had no choice but to walk out of the secret room and find a way to call an ambulance as soon as possible.

The sick old man had already coughed and fell to the ground. Apparently, his body had developed senile pneumonia, and his shortness of breath seemed to stop at any time, which also made the old man who was reading books sweat.

The ambulance has arrived, but the location of the castle is too far away.

By the time the sick old man was sent to the hospital, it was already four hours later.

The scholars in this old castle are praying for the sick old man. Although he is usually a little excited, his voice is a little louder, and he is too kind to the young girl, but as a knowledgeable scholar, the sick old man has always been here. It is the object of admiration for most scholars studying in this ancient castle.

The old man flipping through the books couldn't help wiping the cold sweat oozing from his forehead.