Red Moon Returns

Lynch did not have a sudden idea. In fact, he had already started planning when his own archaeology professor, Mr. Dartmond, brought the older Chairman of the Orleans to shamelessly defraud knowledge. He just had to wait for Miss Valente to wake up and consult her and the mountain elder Nicolae before he could implement it.

And the news of the advent-level wonders he learned at the cocktail party yesterday made him more determined to execute it as soon as possible.

"He has killed hundreds of workers one after another. I have long disliked him." After getting into Miss Valente's carriage, Lynch explained, "But he threw out the Railway Workers' Union as a scapegoat and cleared his responsibility for the Crown Plaza tragedy. The workers who were devoured in his factory died without any evidence."

Miss Valente held her cheek, tilted her head to look into Lynch's eyes, and whispered, "In fact, there is no use having evidence."

This girl's analysis of the situation is still so sharp.

Lynch sighed. In fact, as Miss Valente said, the Watchers had long known that Speaker Grant was behind it, and the Duke's Mansion must have known it long ago, but no one seemed to want to continue to investigate.

After all, the workers of this era were too worthless, and no one cared about their lives. The only reason they investigated the Square Massacre was because the impact was too bad. It was enough to use the Railway Workers' Union as a scapegoat to appease the public anger. There was no reason to continue to investigate the top leaders.

This was the limitation of the times and could not be forced. Lynch could understand their attitude, but he was still very unhappy, so he made up his mind to punish Grant in his own way, taking advantage of the opportunity that he was eagerly looking forward to the smooth progress of the tunnel project, and in the name of the interests of all parties, let him bleed hard.

"For those who only love money, taking away his property can sometimes make him suffer more than killing him. I believe that he will not be able to sleep well for a long time, and those innocent dead can be considered to be a little comforted."

"But what if he doesn't accept your request?" Miss Valente asked with some concern, "The compensations will add up to tens of thousands of pounds, and there are not many people who can come up with so much cash in a short period of time. Aren't you afraid of pushing him to the edge and fighting us to the end?"

"No, I know this kind of people too well." Lynch smiled. When he was a social animal in his previous life, he saw a lot of capitalists. "What they fear most is bankruptcy. Once they go bankrupt, they will lose everything. Grant must be willing to pay a price to avoid bankruptcy. I listened to their conversation at Dunglas Bank before. A wealthy banker The family can barely scrape together a few thousand pounds in cash every month. With this estimate, with Grant's strength, he can still scrape together tens of thousands of pounds with all his strength, which is not enough to fight us. So he will figure it out in the end, let us toast to his wisdom in advance. "

"You really..." Miss Valente rolled her eyes at him, but her expression was a bit admiring, and she bit her lips gently and said, "But don't you think you missed something?"

"Ah?"

"Someone has been busy for so long that he even thought of the victims he didn't know. What about him?" Miss Valente stared at Lynch softly and said softly, "It is said that the nobles in the mythological era were very principled, taking the protection of the people as their responsibility, regardless of gains and losses, and not afraid of sacrifice. Does that person also want to emulate the sages? "

I don't know what your sages are like.

This thought just went around in my mind, and before I could say it out loud, a low laugh came from my mind.

Tsk, is it that funny? Forget it, I won't be so straightforward.

Lin Qi blinked and smiled, "There's nothing I can do. Someone has shown me how a young lady from a medieval noble family should balance the contradiction between morality and responsibility with practical actions, and demonstrated to me what sacrifice is. If I don't learn, what if she blows my head off with a shotgun?"

"Hee, no way." The noble lady's nose wrinkled with laughter, and she shook her folding fan mischievously, "I brought a fan today, not a weapon."

"Really?" Lin Qi began to roll up his sleeves.

"Of course, it's a very ordinary fan, you see..."

Click... The sound of the bolt came out of the fan unintentionally.

Silence instantly filled the carriage, with only the awkward sound of the wheels. Through the front window, you can see that the old butler who was driving the carriage was twitching behind him, and I don't know if he had a cerebral infarction.

"Ahem, sorry, Mr. Lynch, I brought the wrong fan."

"I don't believe you, you are a bad young girl, no wonder nobles are the most deceptive creatures." Lynch rolled his eyes, but after thinking about it, he explained seriously, "In fact, I didn't forget my own benefits, but if I took it from Grant, the nature would change, which is equivalent to being bribed by him, or colluding with him to approve of his harming the people for money. Maybe no one will blame me, but I don't want to sell my morals for benefits, so I would rather not take benefits from him. Moreover, he can only give me money. He can't give me what I really want, and I can only get it from another party."

"Archaeological Association?"

"Well, the Archaeological Association should be the folk association that knows the most about the ancient wonders such as the Gate of Falsehood and Reality. If we want to deal with the threat of this wonder as soon as possible, we will inevitably need the help of the Archaeological Association. Moreover, archaeology will inevitably come into contact with relics frequently, and will have a good understanding of wonders and evil gods. For some reason, I need this knowledge. Well, there are also the Red Moon memories that I need. They may also have information. However, asking for help will inevitably be looked down upon, but if I bring a generous gift to the door, those professors will surely not kick me out."

"You said it so clearly, but it's not as touching as the sentence just now."

Miss Valente blinked her eyes with a smile.

"If I don't tell you, you won't know?"

Lin Qi sighed deeply, looking at her beautiful eyes in a trance. When he thought that he thought this girl was a little silly when they first met, he wanted to slap himself. I don't know if it's too late to realize it now.

"Hee... It's too late."

Amid the musical laughter, the carriage drove quickly into the city, and after circling the dense crowd in the Crown District for a few times, it turned to the edge of the Crown District.

A huge stone round spire building appeared in front of him, a bit like a large concert hall in the previous life, tall and big, simple and solemn, and particularly conspicuous among the beautiful Victorian-style buildings.

Rhine City Museum.

There were not many people coming in and out of the door, only two human-shaped stone sculptures, one of which was said to be the first king of Rand, Calgar I, and the other was the founder of the Archaeological Association, Jones Drake, who was active in the middle of the Quaternary Period, the statue with only one arm.

As soon as Lynch approached the concert hall-like building, he felt a splitting headache. Although he quickly recovered to normal, the severe pain still left a deep impression on him.

He immediately realized that he had come to the right place. It was full of mysterious filth, which was definitely related to the information he wanted to find.

But this museum is really deserted. As soon as you enter the door, you will see a huge open hall, at least hundreds of square meters, so empty that you can hear the echo.

There was only a young girl sleeping on the counter in the hall, and no visitors could be seen.

The girl at the front desk had a red spot on her forehead from sleeping. She rubbed her eyes in a daze, looked at the clothes of the two people, and immediately pushed out a wooden box with a smile.

Donation box.

The museum is free to visit, but donations are accepted. Just looking at the empty box, Lin Qi smiled sympathetically.

Even if you look at me with affection, I can't donate. I'm not visiting. I'm just here to see your chairman.

Hope was immediately replaced by disappointment, and the smile was instantly retracted. The girl at the front desk threw the empty box into the counter in a skilled and heartbreaking way, and then took Lin Qi around to the office area behind the museum.

A gorgeous door, behind which is a long corridor. As soon as I entered the door, I suddenly saw a radiant light in front of me, and a stream of light reached Lin Qi's eyebrows in an instant.

Oh shit.